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

While Zhan Luyao was sharpening his knife on his balcony, at the same time, Han Yue was jogging on the street outside the apartment with coffee, the beagle dog.

He wore sunglasses and a hat, and in order to prevent pedestrians from noticing, he also covered his face with a long running towel, so he ran smoothly all the way. Occasionally, people who passed by took his attire as UV protection. Unexpectedly, international supermodels would walk their dogs outside this neighborhood.

After running for a short time, he had enough coffee, turned his head and grabbed his own rope, looked up at Han Yue, and made a sign that he wanted to go home, but Han Yue hadn't bought breakfast yet, so he stopped and wiped it with a corner of the towel With sweat on his forehead, he looked around.

Although the apartment was bought by their parents for their brothers, this was the first time Han Yue lived in. He was not familiar with the environment here, so he took out his mobile phone and was about to call Zhan Luyao to ask about it, when there were footsteps behind him, Then a certain person looked over and asked cautiously, "You... are Han Yue... right?"

Han Yue was taken aback, at first he thought it was the paparazzi who came here, but he knew right away that it wasn't.

The man in front is too young, handsome, with brown curly hair, paired with a white T-shirt pullover and cropped slacks, he looks like a college student, and he doesn't have a camera around his neck, he just holds it in his hand. with a big shopping bag.

The boy raised his head, his eyes looked moist under the sun, like some kind of harmless little pet, so Han Yue directly classified him as the same kind of coffee.

Although he was not a paparazzi, Han Yue didn't want to expose his identity, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble. He pushed his sunglasses and was trying to find an excuse to prevaricate him. its nose.

"It's so cute, the little thing looks very smart."

As if knowing that he was praised, Coffee wagged his tail quickly and barked at him.

"Sorry, you've got the wrong person."

After Han Yue finished speaking in a low voice, he pulled the dog leash back, took the coffee and left.

The boy hurriedly followed and said, "I can't be mistaken, Brother Yue, I have many posters of you at home, and I used to be a model too, and I can tell who you are just by looking at your figure."

Han Yue didn't speak, the boy thought he was angry, and explained nervously: "I'm sorry Brother Yue, I didn't mean to expose your identity on purpose, I just didn't expect to meet you here, I was too excited, so I just said anything Let me tell you, I am your idol... Uh no, it is you who are my idol, you have an unshakable position in my heart, and you are the second person I admire besides Mr. Ma..."

Fan Han Yue has seen a lot, and this is the first time he has encountered such an unscrupulous person. Out of curiosity, he stopped and asked, "Which Mr. Ma?"

"It's Mr. Ma Lingshu, the owner of the Haas Entertainment Company you just signed with. My name is Zhong Kui. I used to be Mr. Ma's assistant, but now I'm Brother Zhan... It's Zhan Luyao's manager, please take care of me!"

Zhong Kui took out the business card holder from his backpack, took out his business card and handed it to Han Yue respectfully.

When Han Yue took the business card to read, Zhong Kui put the shopping bag on the ground again, and started to rummage through his backpack, saying, "Brother Yue, for the sake of the fact that we are the same company, you can help me." Sign it?"

With a bang, a thick signature pen appeared in front of Han Yue, looking at the boy whose face was flushed with excitement, Han Yue frowned, it was hard to believe that the smiling tiger Zhan Luyao would use such a white-eyed guy as a manager people.

"Have you been with Zhanlu... Zhanlu for a long time?"

"In less than half a year, I actually want to be your manager more, but it's a pity that Brother Yue is a lone ranger."

"I'm not so busy that I need someone special to manage my schedule."

Han Yue picked up the pen and watched Zhong Kui lift up the hem of his T-shirt. It was like a fan's way to meet an idol. He signed his name and asked casually, "How do you usually get Zhan Luyao to sign?"

"Brother Yue, can you sign one on the back for me?" Zhong Kui turned around, turned his back to him, and said solemnly, "I didn't ask Brother Zhan to sign it, I'm not his fan."

Han Yue's pen tip trembled, and he suddenly felt a little sympathetic to his brother.

"Why did you come here?" After signing, he returned the pen to Zhong Kui and asked.

"Oh, I'm actually here to deliver breakfast to Brother Zhan. Osmanthus-flavored soy milk fritters. My house is not far from here. I usually run in the morning, so I stopped by. Today I forgot that Brother Zhan just returned to China, and he might still be sleeping. Said to take it back earlier, I didn't expect to be so lucky to meet Brother Yue, and Brother Yue, your family also lives near here?"

Han Yue responded vaguely and stretched out his hand.

"Give it to me sooner."

"Okay."

Zhong Kui nodded vigorously, and he was very happy to be able to deliver breakfast to the idol. Seeing that Han Yue was about to take out his wallet, he hurriedly waved his hand and said, "You don't need to pay for it, it's just fried dough sticks and soy milk, which are very cheap. Brother Yue, next time you If you want to eat something early, I can bring it for you."

It is not uncommon for the fans to be enthusiastic, and the manager is so enthusiastic, and this is Zhan Luyao's manager, Han Yue is a little bit dumbfounded, but fortunately Zhong Kui called, let him get rid of the enthusiastic offensive of the little fans in time, and bring coffee back Home.

The house is very quiet, and you can hear soft rustling noises from the living room. Han Yue took the breakfast to the kitchen, prepared food for the coffee, followed the sound to the living room, and saw the TV cabinet being removed. When it opened, Zhan Luyao was lying between a lot of electrical appliances and cables, his head could not be seen from the side of the sofa, only his arched waist could be seen.

His waist is bent very low, his back is exposed, the sun just falls on him, and his skin reveals a soft light. If one ignores his current behavior, his crouching movements are quite pleasing to the eye.

Han Yue frowned and asked, "What happened?"

"The video recorder doesn't display. I don't know if the hard disk is broken or the line is not plugged in correctly," Zhan Luyao said halfway, then raised his head and looked at him suspiciously, "You didn't mess with my things, did you?"

"Do you think I'm that boring?"

Three seconds later, Zhan Luyao shrugged.

"It's probably broken. It's too bad. I bought this machine less than half a year ago."

Han Yue went over to check with him and asked, "Has this phenomenon happened before?"

"Yes, there must be a problem with the quality. It has been in poor condition since I bought it. The instruction manual... Heh, this manual is challenging human IQ, right?"

Next to a pile of electrical appliances, there is a large stack of instruction manuals, each of which is as thick as a brick. Zhan Luyao picked up one and looked through it, but immediately gave up, threw the book away, and lay down again between the wires groping.

Han Yue couldn't stand it anymore, and said, "Let me try it, you go to eat."

"You don't intend to have a heart-to-heart talk with home appliances, do you?"

Without hearing the sarcasm in Zhan Luyao's words, Han Yue said solemnly: "I'm trying my best, but whether we can communicate depends on their spirituality."

Zhan Luyao shrugged. He didn't know whether it was Han Yue's problem or his brain's problem, so he decided to give up this meaningless behavior, stood up and went to the kitchen, and left the repair work to Han Yue.