Unconventional Raiders [Quick Transmigration]

With the topic of the script, there was no silence at all during this meal, Qing Lang could clearly feel Xue Chu's friendly attitude.

"Let's go, it's time for us to go to the studio." Xue Chu changed his shoes and pushed open the door. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Sunny standing where he was, with his slender eyebrows raised slightly, "What's wrong?"

"Male god, don't you wear sunglasses and a mask?" Qing Lang pointed at the other person's face.

"No, the pick-up car is downstairs." Xue Chu leaned against the wall, waited for Qingming to change his shoes and went out together.

"Is the guy picking up your manager?" Qing Lang couldn't help but tremble when she thought of You Zihan's cold and cruel face.

"It's my manager, and his name is You Zihan." Xue Chu didn't notice the sudden change in Qing Lang's face, with a smile on his lips, he just paused and continued, "I'll let you guys get to know each other now."

"No need for the male god!" Qing Lang quickly refused. Seeing Xue Chu's surprised expression, he realized that his reaction was too strange. After all, he and You Zihan hadn't met before today, so he turned his head unnaturally, "I'm just an insignificant small role."

"You don't need to underestimate yourself. You are the person I recommend, and others won't say anything." Xue Chu reached out and touched his head, his voice was flat but reassuring.

The temperature conveyed by the top of his head warmed Qing Lang's heart. He coughed lightly and took out his phone, clicked on the recording and looked at Xue Chu with round eyes.

"Male god, remove the word "recommended" and say it again?"

Xue Chu was stunned for a moment, and Ninjun couldn't help chuckling, stretched out his hand and pinched Qing Lang's fleshy cheek, and soon his fingertips slipped down to his jaw, forcing the latter to raise his head.

"You like me so much...you like me so much that you want to be my person?"

Xue Chu's deep voice came to Qing Lang's ears verbatim, with a faint smile in his tone, his slender eyes narrowed slightly, containing a charming streamer.

At this moment, they were very close, each other's breaths were entangled, and Qing Qing's lips parted slightly as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say a word when he met Xue Chu's black eyes, as if his heart was being led away by the other party. .

He nodded subconsciously, Xue Chu's eyes darkened when he saw this, and his breathing began to be unsteady.

"Xue Chu, what are you doing!"

A cold roar broke the ambiguous atmosphere. Qing Lang turned his head and saw You Zihan holding a bag in one hand and pocketing the other. He was standing in a place with dim light, his silver hair was covered with dark shadows, and his handsome features were covered by him. The furrowed brows were destroyed, and the cruelty almost turned into a series of sharp knives to stab Qingming.

Qinglang was taken aback by his murderous eyes, but soon Xue Chu's back appeared in front of him, blocking his sight.

"Zihan, didn't you say that I have eaten?" Xue Chu still had a half-smile expression, and glanced at the bag that You Zihan was carrying. The name on the bag was the restaurant he often ate at. His eyelids drooped slightly, showing no emotion, "You even went to line up to buy."

"You must have had a very good meal." You Zihan saw Xue Chu's movements and his eyes turned colder. He flicked the bag viciously, and the lunch box hit the trash can with a "bang--", as if A thunder blasted in the corridor, showing how much effort he had put in.

"Zihan, calm down." Xue Chu frowned slightly, with a hint of indifference in his tone.

"I think you need to give me an explanation." You Zihan raised his eyes to look at him, the anger in his eyes had disappeared, replaced by deep and gloomy eyes, he took out a cigarette and took a puff, the hand holding the cigarette was still slightly trembling.

"He is a loyal fan of mine. If I recognized him on the road, I invited him to my house for dinner." Xue Chu frowned even more when he saw the smog, but he didn't say much.

"Really? Since the meal is over, shouldn't he disappear?" You Zihan raised his eyes and looked at each other coldly, his eyebrows seemed to be covered with a layer of ice.

Just as Xue Chu was about to say something, Qing Lang rushed out, grabbed his hand and held it, grinning shyly, "It's worth my life to have dinner with the male god today, so don't send me off specially, I'll go gone."

Xue Chu stared quietly at Qingming, the tenderness in his eyes seemed to melt into water.

Qing Lang stared blankly, almost drowning in the other's deep eyes, only heard his magnetic voice ringing in his ears.

"Goodbye... Sunny."

"Goodbye." Qinglang replied, turned around and left, and when he passed by You Zihan, the latter's hostile gaze almost turned into substance, and when he met his gaze, he smiled moderately, and didn't care.

In this chase, he and You Zihan are standing on the same starting line, but only he knows where the end will be.

Under the cover of the shadow, Qing Qing's lips were pursed into a strange arc, and the original owner was so frightened by his appearance that he didn't make a sound.

It's almost the end...I must not fail.

……

You Zihan looked at Xue Chu, who was half lying on the sofa. The latter was leaning lazily on the table with his legs crossed. The elegant smile in front of him faded away. He closed his eyes without saying a word. grey.

The sunlight made his skin almost white, and the fatigue between his brows became more obvious.

After Qinglang left, they fell into a long period of condensate, and they didn't go to the set. They just returned to Xue Chu's apartment, sitting and standing one by one. There was no fierce quarrel, only indifferent confrontation.

You Zihan leaned against the wall and smoked non-stop. There was no ashtray in the room. There were already five or six cigarette butts under his feet, and the ash fell like snow at his feet while puffing. The smoke almost made the room look like a fire scene.

"Xue Chu, who is he?" In the end, it was You Zihan who broke the calm, and his entire face was obscured by the smoke.

"Just a fan." Xue Chu opened his eyes, still with a smile on his lips.

"An ordinary fan can come to your house for dinner?" You Zihan put out the cigarette butt, and walked in front of Xue Chu in two or three steps. His standing posture was full of oppression, followed by a strong smell of tobacco, " Something is wrong with that fan, and neither is your attitude towards him."

"You Zihan, you interfere too much." Xue Chu frowned when he smelled the smoke, and his face sank even more when he heard You Zihan's words, looking at him coldly with beautiful eyebrows.

Xue Chu, who didn’t smile, had a sense of reality, but it made You Zihan’s unwillingness and anger almost overflow, and he smiled angrily, “Xue Chu, don’t force me... I can make you popular, but I can’t help you.” Can kill you!"

Xue Chu didn't seem to be shocked by You Zihan's threat at all. He stared blankly out of the window. The sun didn't know when it disappeared. At this time, the sky was slightly overcast and it was already drizzling. He looked at it for a while before turning his eyes Aim for the latter.

That look made You Zi's anger extinguish in an instant, and then there was only a chill.

Xue Chu didn't see him in his eyes, and at the same time, the other party's cold voice sounded.

"You Zihan, you let me down so much today."

……

Halfway through the day, it started to rain. He hurried home and stopped when he passed by a cake shop. The exquisite cakes under the glass cabinet made him look dazed.

[The male god's birthday is tomorrow. ]

It was rare for the original owner to say that Xue Chu's tone was so calm, Qingming knew the reason, he stretched out his hand against the glass, obviously so close, but there was still an invisible barrier in between, his face that was always full of sunshine and The weather was the same, gray and gray without a trace of warm light, he sighed after a long time, and the whole person re-entered the rain curtain, and his figure gradually drifted away.

With the sound of rain, he can still hear his erratic voice.

"tomorrow……"

When he arrived at the downstairs of the house, Sunny had become a drowned chicken, and he walked up the stairs while patting his rain-soaked clothes.

"sunny!"

Qinglang paused, looked up and saw Xu Zhe standing at the door of his house. There was no sign of getting wet on his body, and he didn't bring an umbrella beside him. He seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

"Xu Zhe, why are you here?" Qing Lang walked over and took out the key to open the door and walked in first, followed by Xu Zhe.

"I called home today and you didn't answer, and you turned off your mobile phone," Xu Zhe took out a dry towel from the bathroom and handed it over, watching Qinglang take it before continuing, "I was worried about what happened to you, so I came here. "

Qing Qing wiped her hair with a dry towel, her wet hair was docile on her cheeks, her bangs dripped water from time to time, she smiled when she heard what Xu Zhe said, took a glance at her cell phone from her pocket, and threw it directly on the sofa, "I Just getting out and about and seeing if I can get new inspiration, my phone is dead."

"Then what new inspiration do you have!" Xu Zhe blurted out, stunned for a moment and turned his head in panic, his eyes flickering, "I mean, you seem to be in a good mood, you must have gained a lot, right?"

"Well, the harvest is indeed not small." Qinglang thought of Xue Chu's mood even better, bent her lips and pursed an arc, as if she didn't notice Xu Zhe's strangeness, and walked to the bathroom while wiping her hair, "I'm taking a shower Go, sit down."

"Go, go, I will treat this place as my own home." Xu Zhe fell directly on the sofa, picked up a fashion magazine on the table, and then flipped through it. Qing Lang has always been lazy to go out, and he bought everything for these magazines Here, the date on the magazine was two weeks ago. Seeing this, he threw the magazine aside, and the usual sunlight faded from his handsome brows.

He put his hands behind his head, lost in thought, and quickly got up again, took the magazine over, opened the date page and tore it off.

Throwing the torn page out of the window, Xu Zhecai breathed a sigh of relief as if he had completed some difficult task, and then walked towards Qinglang's bedroom.

After he walked to the bedroom, the sound of water began to come from the quiet bathroom.