The king of the wind and the clouds does not see the king

Knowing his personality, Han Yue didn't say any more, and squatted beside the chair to accompany him silently. Zhan Luyao kept his eyes closed and rested. After a while, he said: "I just don't want others to say that I rely on a You eat your face for nothing."

The back of his hand was patted, and Han Yue said: "No matter what you do, someone will always gossip. Just now Qi Zhanfeng was still saying that the big name means good treatment, and everyone has his own rest room."

Like what Qi Zhanfeng said.

The last time Zhan Luyao met with his friends at a barbecue restaurant, he talked about Qi Zhanfeng. He thought that Qi Zhanfeng should have heard those words, so every time Qi Zhanfeng saw him afterward, he always had a strange face. For some unknown reason, after several revisions to the script, Qi Zhanfeng's roles became less, so he must be very upset.

"boring……"

I don't know if his thoughts will change when he is uncomfortable, Zhan Luyao suddenly feels that he is a little tired of the entertainment industry that once attracted him so much.

The shoulders were pinned and shaken slightly, Han Yue said, "Drink some water, your lips are burning."

Zhan Luyao opened his eyes, Han Yue still had an expressionless face, but Zhan Luyao could hear the worry in his words, his heart warmed up, and his tired state of mind dissipated. Look at the water glass in his hand , smiled and said, "If you kiss me, I'll drink."

The tone was the same as that of the willful and arrogant young master when he was young. Han Yue couldn't tell whether it was funny or helpless. He took a sip of water first, then lowered his head and poured the water into his mouth, and took the opportunity to rub his lips. Lips, a good kiss and bite.

Perhaps because of discomfort, Zhan Luyao acted surprisingly submissive, like a lazy cat, obediently accepting his invasion|violation.

It took a long time before Han Yue withdrew and asked, "Do you want more?"

Zhan Luyao leaned on the back of the chair and said lazily, "If you are not afraid of being infected."

Han Yue laughed, and he repeated the same action again, but he didn't kiss deeply, but let Zhan Luyao drink more water by holding his breath.

Chatting, Zhan Luyao slowly recovered, the rare warm time in the afternoon, if he was not on the set, if he was not sick, he would like to get along like this very much——

Han Yue didn't talk much, and Zhan Luyao didn't have the energy to talk too much, but just relying on this made people feel very satisfied.

Neither of the two people who were enjoying the quiet time thought that their carelessness at this moment would cause an uproar in the future.

After taking the medicine, Zhan Luyao insisted on finishing the filming of the day's scenes. The next few scenes were relatively relaxed, and with sufficient rest, he quickly recovered. However, he had a bad experience. In addition, neither of them dared to play with live ammunition, at most they would solve it by hand.

One day, after filming the filming, Zhan Luyao went to the company to discuss some signing issues. After the work was done, he was about to rest when his assistant rushed over and handed him a business card.

"Brother Zhan, this man came to you and said he wanted to talk to you about some important things. Can you see him?"

Zhan Luyao took the business card, and the first thing he saw was the big logo of a magazine above. The owner of the business card was Song Zhengping, a reporter from the entertainment column of the magazine. To put it bluntly, he was the paparazzi.

Zhan Luyao didn't remember meeting this person. He thought he wanted to find news, so he asked his assistant to find an excuse to turn him down. He didn't look at the business card carefully, and threw it into the trash can.

Two days later, when Zhan Luyao finished filming and was resting outside the set, someone suddenly came over to say hello to him.

"Mr. Zhan, hello."

Few people called him that, Zhan Luyao turned to look at the unexpected guest.

It was a man of medium height with a very ordinary appearance. He was in his early thirties with a large briefcase slung across his shoulders. Zhan Luyao didn't know him, but when he saw the big SLR camera hanging around his neck After that, he guessed his identity.

The best way to deal with the paparazzi is not to respond, otherwise they will exaggerate the trivial matter to the size of a watermelon, so Zhan Luyao ignored him and turned back to the set.

The man has been in this business for a long time, and he didn't care about Zhan Luyao's cold face at all. He caught up with him and said with a smile: "I have some good things on hand, you will definitely be interested."

He ran to the front of Zhan Luyao first, and showed him his phone. The quality of the photo was not clear, but it did not hinder the identification of the characters in it. When he saw that it was the kiss between himself and Han Yue in the studio lounge When the photo was taken, Zhan Luyao's face changed.

The man stared at Zhan Luyao, and he was very satisfied with the change of Zhan Luyao's expression. He put the phone back in his pocket, smacked his lips and said, "Actually, I went to the studio to dig for the news that day. Who would have let me see such a weight?" You guys are hiding it so deeply, everyone thought you were rivals, but I didn't expect you to have such a relationship."

Thinking of the consequences of spreading the photos, Zhan Luyao's heart beat wildly, but he asked calmly, "What do you want?"

"Don't be like this, Mr. Zhan. I didn't mean anything malicious. Otherwise, I would send it out directly after getting the news, instead of coming to you on purpose. You are so busy, it's not easy to find you."

"What do you want from me? Don't use this kind of PS to fool people, I don't like this."

Zhan Luyao quickly found an excuse, and after speaking, he pushed the reporter away and walked in. The reporter followed again, "Is it PS, you know it in your heart. You are so careless, you didn't even notice that the curtains were not closed properly, But this is also understandable, dry wood and fire are gathered together..."

Zhan Luyao stopped, tensed his face, and said to him, "No matter what your purpose is, please leave immediately, otherwise I will let my lawyer come and talk to you."

"Mr. Zhan, are you sure you want to make things bigger? I have more than this photo here. As long as you are not a fool, you will know what you are doing."

The reporter took out a point-and-shoot camera from the briefcase and handed it to Zhan Luyao. Zhan Luyao glanced at him, but finally couldn't hold back, took the camera and turned it on.

As he flipped through the pages, his face became more and more gloomy. The reporter did not lie. There were many photos in it. At first, there were photos of him making out with Han Yue in the lounge. They have faces, and judging from their behavior and interaction, it is obvious that they are lovers.

This is not the worst part. Looking down, there are pictures of the scenery near the Fugui apartment. In addition, there are also sneak shots of Han Yue getting out of his car, and the back photo of Han Yue walking into the apartment alone. The more he looked at the photo of the morning jog, the more he got annoyed, he raised his head and glared at the reporter.

The reporter maintained a smiling expression and said, "You guys talk about the king and see the king on the surface, but in fact you have lived together for a long time, right? It's not easy to take pictures of these. I stayed up all night for several nights, but think about it. It's also worth it, after all, such revelations are not easy to get."

Zhan Luyao clenched his fists tightly. The reporter's smug expression made him want to hit someone, but hitting someone couldn't solve any problems. He took a deep breath and told himself in his heart that everything could turn around, at least this bastard Instead of releasing the photos, he chose to come to him.

"How much do you want?" He returned the camera to the reporter and asked coldly.

"I just said that I don't have any malicious intentions, so I will do my best to cover up this matter, but I also have to support my family. Since you have talked about this, I won't beat around the bush. Ten thousand……"

Watching Zhan Luyao's expression, the reporter went on to say, "U.S. dollars."

Zhan Luyao frowned.

The reporter looked at the situation and said immediately: "One hundred thousand dollars is just a small amount of money for you. It is a good deal for you to exchange a small amount of money for so many photos."

"I can pay you the money, but how can you guarantee that you won't keep a backup in private?"

When asked a key question, the reporter laughed.

"I can't guarantee anything, but Mr. Zhan, do you have any other choice besides trusting me now?"