C-site pheromone

You can never press your head on such things as CP, because it is too obvious that passers-by have a rebellious heart.

If the foreheads in the first act are still a tacit understanding of teammates, but in the fourth act at the endless corridor, many moments between the two are too ostentatious and eye-catching.

Most of the audience's understanding of Bai Chun is still a few years ago, and seeing a sassy and heroic man turning back and breaking the wall, even if he is not a star chaser, his eyes will shine.

"Bai Chun's analytical ability is actually very good!"

"He is so cute, and he is so obedient when holding props, I will automatically claim my fan status!"

"Wen Yaofeng seems to have a good relationship with him? It would be great if the two of them acted in a TV series, I can feel full just watching it..."

Some of the Corona sisters have been tempted to drink CP, and some are facing a big enemy, throwing out a pile of evidence to clear the relationship.

"Not familiar at all, just ordinary teammates! The two of them are just recording a show. Isn't some people's brain skills too much?"

"My brother would be benevolent if he didn't hate him because of what happened back then, and you force him to eat AA? [Black question mark.jpg]"

In order to prove this point, Youwei fans threw several pictures of the two of them in the same frame in the topic square, with the momentum of a final decision.

The first one is a snapshot taken by Yu Ji in the backstage of the show shortly after the accident.

At that time, the lights were dim and there were many people coming and going.

Wen Yaofeng touched his lips with his knuckles, sat in a corner and stared at Bai Chun without saying a word.

The latter turned his back to everyone, and sat in front of the makeup mirror with his knees folded, like an outcast wanderer.

At that time, the headline of the news was "The former brothers suspected that their relationship had broken down, and they blatantly killed people with cold war eyes."

The lip-biting party leaned over to take a look, suppressed his ecstatic tone, and pretended to be dubious.

"Is there any more? I don't believe it, P's."

hateful!Wen Yaofeng, you must have had unreasonable thoughts about him back then! !

Just look at what you are doing by kissing your knuckles! !That look is simply to tear people apart! !

A simple coronal fan dumped a series of pictures of two people in the same frame, either looking cold and disgusted with their backs to each other, or arguing loudly with anger.

The lip-biting party covered the mouths of their comrades and nodded desperately.

"Yes, yes, it's because of a bad relationship. It seems that they have quarreled, how can they fall in love! My friend, you are very right!"

As soon as he turned his head back to Xiaoqun, he almost fell to the ground, covered his face and screamed.

"I really want to see Yaoyao and Chunchun quarreling!!! Bai Chun's eyes turned red when he quarreled before he realized it. Be careful not to coax people too much!!!"

"Did you see the third photo?! Fuck, your back is facing Bai Chun, and your eyes are still looking at the reflection of the bookcase. How much do you care about him!!!"

"Go, Gouzi Yao! You can do it!!"

At the same time, Bai Chun locked himself in the room and turned the lock twice.

He needs a drink.

The freezer was secretly put in during the renovation the year before last. The width and depth of the bookcase are just right, and a few thick books in the front row can block it.

Bai Chun bent down and moved the two stacks of books to the side, leaned over and unscrewed the handle of the small refrigerator.

Four or five bottles of wine were placed in crushed ice, and a small bottle was not completely finished.

Bai Chun habitually took a bottle of blueberry red wine, and before the bottle was pulled out, he put it back as it was.

Slowly and hesitantly, he pressed his fingertips against the mouth of the tequila bottle in the corner.

As if touching the head of a vicious dog.

Bought it a year ago and haven't touched it yet.

At that time, the relationship between him and Wen Yaofeng was terrible, but he bought this bottle by accident, and he didn't want to see it, but he didn't want to throw it away either.

I really want to drink.

Bai Chun took a light breath and took out the tequila.

It's just a drink, it has nothing to do with that person.

He put the wine bottle on the table, unconsciously touching the wine bottle with his fingertips and palms.

Agave, originally a lotus-like herb.

Cold-resistant and sun-loving, each long leaf is like a thorn.

Cut out the grass heart and extract the sugar juice, which can be brewed into a good tequila.

A favorite of cocktails, it has a range of perfect pairings.

Tequila sunrise, frost Margarita, it seems that it doesn't matter who you are born with.

Bai Chun frowned and looked at it for a while, then took off the cork and filled the small cup, raised his head and drank it down in one gulp.

The drinking method of licking salt and biting lemons is all to accommodate the bitter taste of inferior wine, he doesn't need it.

The wine fell into the throat and rushed down quickly, Bai Chun seemed to return to the second when he was marked again.

It was so spicy and wanton that it seemed to be rampaging in his chest, and the choking made his nose sour and the corners of his eyes flushed. After a short lapse of consciousness, within a few seconds, he was greeted with a refreshing feeling of unblocked bones, and his breathing relaxed a lot.

Lie Jin unceremoniously seized all the space in his brain, letting all negative emotions escape, domineering and domineering.

Bai Chun took a long breath, panting slightly, and clenched his wine glass tightly.

It's cool, it's so cool, let's do it again later.

There was a sudden knock on the door.

"Are you there? Talk to you about the recording later."

Wen Yaofeng didn't want to wait too long, and when he turned the doorknob, he found it was locked.

"Bai Chun?"

There were footsteps in the house.

"Wait a minute." The voice sounded calm: "I don't have any clothes on, I'll drive after I change."

No—no clothes?

Wen Yaofeng coughed forcefully: "What are you doing without clothes?"

The door lock was turned back twice, and suddenly opened.

Bai Chun raised his eyebrows: "Sleep naked, otherwise."

Wen Yaofeng stared at Bai Chun for a few seconds.

The corners of the eyes are crimson, and the neck is also a little red, as if there is a man hiding in the house.

He took a sniff, and felt inexplicably better when he noticed his own scent.

"Coincidentally," he took a step closer to Bai Chun, and said in a low voice, "I also like to sleep naked."

"together next time?"

Bai Chun's breath was disturbed by his excitement, and he pushed the distance away: "Don't come so close to me."

Wen Yaofeng leaned against the door frame and smiled: "Is your heart moved?"

"Let's talk about business, let alone that I'm going back to sleep." Bai Chun turned cold: "Stop joking."

Wen Yaofeng's bad thoughts came up one after another.

As soon as the red marks surfaced, the neck appeared even more fair.

Haven't seen that birthmark in a long time.

With a calm expression on his face, he said briefly: "I have finished the investigation of the script killing, do you listen?"

Bai Chun hesitated for a moment, stepped back and let him in for a detailed chat.

Both of them forgot that there was such a place as the living room.

Wen Yaofeng didn't go around in circles, and explained the concept of this game clearly in two or three sentences.

There are generally 4-8 players, each of whom has a different role and needs to read the script in advance.

The core tasks generally include finding the murderer, finding the treasure, or playing plots such as spies and counter spies.

Today, Huatai was willing to pay, and this time it rented the Gufeng Film and Television City specially, and the Fuhuadao is also very tasteful.

If the characters are pleasing and the plot is interesting, it may be even more interesting than the first issue.

"The content of the script will not be told to us in advance, but judging by the arrangement of this competition system, it is likely that there will still be three groups with two people in each group."

Wen Yaofeng sat on the chair and turned half a circle, and said leisurely: "The ratings of "The Moment of Death" are very good. If the script is good, maybe we can get a very good film contract."

"So..." He leaned forward and said, "Rong Zishe will give us acting lessons from tonight."

"Student Bai Chun, remember to take notes."

Bai Chun thought you had something to say, so don't come over and test my willpower.

In fact, he had listened very carefully to Yaofeng's talk about the competition system process. The problem was that this dog man smelled so good that he started to think slowly after listening to it.

...changed the cologne?

Or is the pheromone released again?

Although Wen Yaofeng intends to tease him, he still remembers that he has not finished his business at the moment, and continues to talk about the arrangements for the next week.

"After the recording of this episode is finished, it happens to be the promotion period for the new album, and Yuan Atom and the others will come back early."

"If all goes well, our variety show, Zishe's new drama preview, and Yuanyuan's Blue Blood official announcement will all contribute to the album and compete for the Huiyue Award."

In the past two years, ECHO has only won a few water awards symbolically, and one or two songs out of the circle are not popular.

Idols, works, and popularity are originally a three-way relationship. One prospers and all prospers, and one loses all.

Bai Chun nodded cooperatively and showed him the notes on his desk.

"I've watched a few episodes of the same type of variety show by the seniors, and I will send it to your room after sorting out the skills."

Wen Yaofeng was stunned for a while, and said with a low smile, "You're so good."

Bai Chun was molested for a while, but his mind was dull and he couldn't think of a rebuttal.

He was a little annoyed when his phone rang suddenly.

Wen Yaofeng frowned slightly, and explained: "It's my dad."

The mobile phone was pulled out and connected on the spot, and a hearty greeting came: "Yao Yao, do you miss Dad?"

Wen Yaofeng's movements froze, and he forced a smile.

"Dad, what's the matter?"

Bai Chun felt that his mood was not right.

"The day after tomorrow is my wedding anniversary with your mother. Your mother also said that she will have a big meal. You should reserve a good day in advance to come back."

Wen Yaofeng turned his back and answered, not wanting Bai Chun to see his expression.

The voice on the phone is still clear.

"Hey, we were so clingy when we were young, why did we become distant when we grow up?"

"I have had ups and downs with your mother for more than 20 years, Yaoyao, what kind of flowers do you think is better for me to buy? Hey, she is really..."

Bai Chun suddenly had a jump in his mind, feeling the contradiction at the moment.

It was obviously a very warm topic, but Wen Yaofeng tensed up, as if he was daring to accept something.

Resist, resist, loathe.

He couldn't think clearly, he only instinctively wanted to protect and take care of him.

Fortunately, the phone call was not too long.

At the moment of hanging up, Wen Yaofeng breathed a sigh of relief, and was no longer in the mood to linger and chat.

"I'll go back first," he said sullenly, "see you tomorrow."

Bai Chun sent him out, but stopped him suddenly: "Wait, I'll give you something."

Wen Yaofeng paused, and saw Bai Chun quickly approaching the window sill, holding a plate of potted plants in the shape of swimming fish.

"Now that the weather is getting warmer, I can grow some plants in my bedroom, and my mood will be much better."

Wen Yaofeng stared at the pot for a few seconds, then looked up at him again.

Bai Chun smiled politely: "Don't you like it?"

"...I don't understand very well," the man pondered, "Isn't this pile of garlic in the house...won't it make you panic?"

The cold beauty put away her smile, and called him by his name coldly.

"Smell the wind."

"Ok?"

"It's a narcissus."