The actor's personal paparazzi

The air pressure in the carriage was so low that Bai Yifan didn't dare to take a breath.He watched Song Bocheng drive the car to the limit as if venting, for his own safety, Bai Yifan could only close his eyes and hold on to the handlebar.

"呲" An emergency brake sounded from beside his ears, Bai Yifan couldn't help leaning forward, and when he opened his eyes again, he had already arrived at the entrance of a relatively high-end residential area.

Song Bocheng honked the horn impatiently, and the sleepy security guard poked his head out of the window, apologized and pressed the button, only to see that the car pole had not been raised to the highest point, and the owner of the car couldn't wait to get out.

This road was rampant, and he didn't slow down in the community. Bai Yifan once thought that he was about to ascend to heaven.When he stepped on the ground, he almost burst into tears, mom!It's really great to live on land, look at the flowers, look at the grass, how vibrant it is.

Song Bocheng didn't wait for Bai Yifan to finish his emotion, he grabbed his arm and strode away, walking into the corridor.

Bai Yifan's heart was full of alarm bells, "Song Yingdi, look at my small arms and legs, please walk slowly."

With a height of 172cm, standing next to Song Bocheng, who is 185cm, he is like a child. Song Bocheng walks in front, and he walks behind him.Fortunately, the other party lived on the second floor, as the key was turned, with a clicking sound, Bai Yifan was finally able to take a breath, calmed down and walked into the enemy's camp swaggeringly.

I am obedient!Seeing the decoration style in front of him, Bai Yifan stopped in his tracks. People who live in this kind of place are really heartless if they are in a good mood. He quickly swallowed all the complaints, for fear of angering the other party again.

Song Bocheng didn't know what the people behind him were thinking. He changed into black slippers as usual, pointed to the shoe rack next to him, and walked straight to the coffee table and sat down.

Bai Yifan managed to get a pair of slippers, seeing his white socks in black slippers, how awkward it looked, and then looking up at the gray and dark tone of the room, he couldn't help shivering.

"What are you doing standing there, go get me a glass of water."

Huh?Does this start to fulfill the agreement?Bai Yifan looked around, took a glass of tap water from the kitchen and handed it to the uncle who was sitting on the sofa.

Song Bocheng took a sip and didn't think there was any problem at all. He casually put the cup on the coffee table and instructed again: "Go cook."

Bai Yifan's head grew bigger when he heard these three words. To say that he is not afraid of nothing is a bit exaggerated, that would be Nezha, but those who are familiar with Bai Yifan have a common understanding that he must not be allowed into the kitchen !

So when Song Bocheng heard the thud and the puppy howling, he refused.

"Relax, relax." Song Bocheng said to himself, but unfortunately he couldn't hold back, and slapped the unpleasant cup flying in front of him, and then walked into the kitchen with heavy steps, and it was the puppy who caught his eyes The cub looked pitifully.

Bai Yifan looked at Song Bocheng helplessly, and flattered him: "What, I accidentally missed it, I'm sorry hahaha, let me clean it up? Clean it up."

Song Bocheng walked around him, seeing a mess, the kitchen utensils in his house that he could name were all torn apart on the ground.

Song Bocheng only felt a wave of anger rushing to his heart, grabbed the puppy and pulled it away from the dangerous area without any explanation, and the big battle was about to break out.

Bai Yifan knew he was wrong, and was taken back to the living room without any resistance.He thought he had already figured out a countermeasure, and he would say good things first, and if the other party was not happy, he would pay for the broken kitchen utensils at his own expense.

However, there is always a gap between ideals and reality, and by the time he realized it, Song Bocheng had pushed him onto the sofa.

Bai Yifan felt embarrassed, thought that the other party was worried about the small wound on his hand, so he quickly handed over his finger and comforted him: "It's okay, it's a small injury."

Song Bocheng didn't even look at the paw handed over by the other party, and said with a cold face: "Get down."

Bai Yifan was stunned. He looked at his fingers, but he didn't think there was any problem. Is there a need for such a big fight?That's all, since the other party was so kind, he couldn't be ungrateful, and immediately lay down on the sofa obediently.

Song Bocheng looked at the neatly lying man, got angry, stepped forward and turned him over with his hands, his buttocks up and his face down.

Bai Yifan struggled quickly, he felt that the hand on the back of his head was a little too hard?He was almost out of breath, so he could only say in a muffled voice, "I'm fine, I'm fine, I really hurt a finger."

Song Bocheng laughed angrily, should he say that this puppy is too self-righteous?Or shameless?His whole body smelled of gunpowder, yet Bai Yifan actually thought that he cared about him. How did this guy's brain circuit develop?

He also didn't want to talk nonsense with the other party, and directly ordered: "Kneel up."

Bai Yifan got rid of his big hand, bent one leg and got up, saying, "What are you doing, I didn't suffer anything, ah!"

Taking advantage of his speaking skills, Song Bocheng had already completed a knowing blow, and with a bang, Bai Yifan only felt a heat in his buttocks, and the pain hit.

Bai Yifan yelled: "Song Bocheng, what are you doing, it hurts so much!"

Song Bocheng listened to the other party name and name, but his strength did not decrease, and he hit him a few more times without saying a word before giving up.

It took a long time for the crisp crackling in the room to stop.

Bai Yifan regained his composure, turned around tremblingly, lay on his side with his buttocks protected, huddled into a ball, and cried, "You just broke a few things, and you hit too hard."

Song Bocheng vented his anger and was in the mood to argue with Bai Yifan, "I asked you to cook, not to destroy. Do you have the knowledge to be a nanny?"

Bai Yifan pursed his mouth, swallowed his complaints, rubbed his butt furtively, it seemed that the pain didn't hurt after a while, and he revived on the spot again.

The two of them have been hungry since morning, and they sang each other's empty city plan louder than the other. After vomiting each other for a while, Song Bocheng pointed to the refrigerator and said, "Make instant noodles."

After receiving the instruction, Bai Yifan didn't dare to argue for himself any more, so he had to return to the kitchen lightly.First, he cleaned up the residue on the ground, and then he dug out a small pot, and started the journey of making instant noodles with a long way to go.

Some people don’t know how to cook by nature, but the better ones can still support themselves. It’s not a big deal for those who are smarter to order a takeaway.

Bai Yifan belongs to the takeaway party. He has never cooked all year round, and the only kitchen item he touches is the hot water bottle.

When he confidently followed the flow chart on the bag, he successfully cooked for the first time in his life.But when he put two big bowls of instant noodles on the table and looked at Song Bocheng expectantly, Song Bocheng disliked him very shamelessly.

Song Bocheng looked at the bowl of instant noodles with so much soup in front of him that he couldn't see the noodles, and didn't know whether to eat or not.The puppy sitting opposite has been sending the signal: "Trust me, try it!"Well, then he will try it.

After he picked one up and put it in his mouth, Song Bocheng regretted it. He admitted that his cooking was not delicious, but it was the first time he saw that such a simple instant noodle can be made to such a godlike level .

The noodles in the mouth were half-cooked but not soft. It should be because the heat was not controlled well, and there was too much water.Song Bocheng swallowed the noodles reluctantly, and with a click, threw the chopsticks back to the dining table.

Bai Yifan didn't understand why he watched Song Bocheng return to the room, and soon there was a call on the phone. As an outstanding young man, he naturally wouldn't eavesdrop.

"Well, it really is the taste that I can make."

Song Bocheng returned to the dining table after making the phone call, looked at Bai Yifan who was eating with gusto, and silently endured his resentment, "How did you grow up? Can you eat this stuff?"

Bai Yifan quickly chewed the noodles in his mouth, and said vaguely: "Let's make do with it, obviously you asked me to do it."

Song Bocheng picked up his chopsticks and stirred the soup in the bowl, "Oh, then you are full."

Bai Yifan nodded obediently, "I put a little too much water this time, and I will do better next time." He found a step for himself, and buried himself in eating the tasteless noodles.

He looked at the untouched noodles on the opposite side, adhering to the principle of not wasting food, tilted his head and asked, "How about I eat that bowl for you?"

Song Bocheng looked at Bai Yifan in admiration, and raised his head in agreement.

Bai Yifan held the bowl as if he had found a treasure, and then he slid up again.

When he was full of food and was wiping his mouth, the doorbell rang.

Bai Yifan watched helplessly as Song Bocheng went to open the door to get a bag of things, and put it in front of him. The moment Song Bocheng opened the bag, the smell of delicious food hit his face.

"Um...you ordered food." Bai Yifan felt a little stupid when he said that.

Sure enough, Song Yingdi expressed his disgust for the bowl of noodles very straightforwardly. He glanced at the two empty bowls and said, "Take the bowl away when you are full and go clean up."

Bai Yifan moved his mouth and didn't refute anything. He silently packed the dishes, got up and left the restaurant.

So stingy!Bai Yifan couldn't help complaining in his heart, the dignified actor lives in a luxury house and drives a luxury car, and he can't even give out a meal!

He looked back at Song Bocheng, who was eating with gusto, and took the rag in his hand as his face, and rubbed it vigorously, hum!

The author has something to say: Why does everyone think that I am driving...Baby clearly wrote Qingshui, look at my honest eyes, (☆_☆)/~~