The famous utensil of the superstar

Ye Cheng squeezed the cup and coughed a few times in embarrassment, "If, I mean if, don't guess. If you meet someone you like, but you are not sure whether he likes you, what are your favorites?" Is there a quick way to catch him?"

Luo Qiubai was taken aback for a moment, and then almost laughed out loud, thanks to Ye Cheng who could say such clumsy words.

Thinking of the bright red mark behind his ear, and Ye Cheng's embarrassed expression, he didn't need to guess that the person Ye Cheng liked was probably a man, otherwise women would not be so cruel Strength, biting out such a deep red mark.

He glanced at Ye Cheng, who was nervous and trying to pretend nothing had happened, smirked in his heart, but thought for a while with a serious expression on his face, "You really want to know?"

Ye Cheng nodded and nodded, his eyes were shining.

"Fall down."

"Huh?" Ye Cheng blinked.

"I said just throwing yourself down, there is nothing faster and more effective than this." Luo Qiubai patted Ye Cheng's shoulder, "Girl, although you are reserved, you are the male god of the nation, the one you most want to marry on the list No.1 Hey, you have to have a little confidence in yourself, feelings need action, and action must be swift and resolute."

Ye Cheng swallowed his saliva with difficulty, the problem is that the one I want to throw down is a man, otherwise why would I ask you! ?

But he was embarrassed to say this, so he could only say, "...It's okay if you don't know what the other person thinks? This girl... is a bit... tall, so it's not easy to deal with..."

One sentence is tantamount to admitting that he is that person, but Ye Cheng has not realized it yet.

Luo Qiubai didn't expose him, "What are you afraid of? The enemy is strong and we are weak. You can attack and receive. If you like someone, don't be afraid of difficulties. You must have the spirit of dedication."

Luo Qiubai's voice was nice, flexible and slightly hoarse, and his tone was sincere and sincere, which was really convincing. Ye Cheng was not a fellow man, so he didn't understand what the attack meant, but he suddenly gained confidence.

That's right, since he has already decided to go all out, what is he afraid of?He exercises every day. Even if a housewife like Zhao Han who only knows how to do housework is tall, he is definitely not his opponent. The most important thing is to catch his heart first!

Thinking of this, he suddenly raised his head, raised his hand and shouted, "waiter, three more bottles of whiskey!"

Luo Qiubai is right, Jiu Zhuang is cowardly, today he must chase this guy Zhao Han!

While talking, he gulped down another glass of wine, Luo Qiubai couldn't laugh or cry seeing him full of ambition, "Hey, what on earth are you going to do?"

"I want to throw him down!" Ye Cheng clenched his fists, full of ambition.

Luo Qiubai tried his best to hold back his laughter, and blinked his eyes. This guy said this himself, and it has nothing to do with him. If something happens, don't come to him.

Thinking of this, he silently ordered a glass of red wine for him, and clicked his tongue twice in his heart, Ye Cheng, Ye Cheng, brother can only help you here.

***

Before Ye Cheng sent a text message saying that he was going to be filming on the set, and he was not coming back at night, so Han Zhao went out to eat by himself.

When it was completely dark, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the water droplets hit the glass window, making a crackling sound. Han Zhao shook the water on the umbrella, and was about to get the key to open the door, but found that the door was not locked. .

Ye Cheng came back early again?

He put down his umbrella and went in. The room was pitch black, the lights were not turned on, and there was no sound for a long time.

"Ye Cheng?" Han Zhao called out, but the room was still quiet.

What the hell is this guy doing?

"Have you eaten? I bought some supper, do you want to eat?"

Usually, as long as he hears the word "night snack", Ye Cheng will run out in a hurry, whether he is exercising, sleeping, or doing something big, sniffing around like a puppy, sniffing here and there, Laughing eyes are bent up.

But today he didn't move at all, which is a bit abnormal. Han Zhao raised his eyebrows suspiciously, turned in the living room, and saw a little light shining through the closed door of Ye Cheng's bedroom.

"This guy, couldn't it be that he was tired from filming and fell asleep right away?"

Han Zhao couldn't help laughing. Actually, he doesn't like to laugh very much. On the contrary, he is a very gloomy person. But now, as long as he thinks of Ye Cheng, he doesn't realize that he can laugh so naturally.

He knocked on the door, but there was no movement inside. Han Zhao pushed the door and walked in with rice balls made with wine.

At this time, a hand suddenly strangled his neck from behind, and then a knife came up, "If you still want your precious young master's life, don't move now."

This line is a line from "Overlooking Stockholm".

Jing Fan, a schizophrenic, blatantly took out a knife in the company and hijacked Zeyu, the young master of the rich family. This was the first sentence the two of them said in their lives.

Han Zhao was stunned for a few seconds before he suddenly realized that no one knew every plot and lines better than him, the writer of the script.

The skin of the person behind him is smooth, and the arm holding his neck is slightly reddish, and there is a faint smell of alcohol from behind, mixed with the pleasant fragrance of shower gel, which is the smell of Ye Cheng. .

How does this guy have so many tricks every day?

Han Zhao sighed with a smile in his heart, raised his eyebrows, and said in a cold voice, "I can give you money, as much as you want, the price is whatever you want, now let me go."

Zeyu uttered the lines fluently, and even grasped the exact tone and emotion. Ye Cheng was slightly taken aback, as if he didn't expect how Han Zhao would know the lines, but then he thought about it, and he didn't let it go after he had read the script. on heart.

He took another step closer, and put his whole body on Han Zhao, put his other arm around him, and whispered in his ear, "What do I want money for? I want you."

Han Zhao narrowed his eyes slightly with a picky tone, "Want me? I didn't know I was so valuable."

Ye Cheng chuckled, and at this time he didn't follow the plot line, and directly took advantage of Han Zhao, not to mention how proud he was.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt a pain in his arm, and was grabbed by Han Zhao. Before he could react, he bumped into the opposite wardrobe with a "bang".

At this moment, the two of them were facing each other, the lights in the room were dim, and they suddenly saw themselves in each other's eyes.

Han Zhao narrowed his eyes suddenly, because he didn't realize until now that Ye Cheng had drunk again, his whole body was covered with a light red, the strong smell of alcohol permeated, and his usually bright eyes were also filled with mist.

Damn, this guy just never ends again and again!Damn, did he think I wouldn't do anything to him?

Han Zhao couldn't bear it anymore, and cursed in his heart.

"Why are you drinking again?"

Han Zhao got up, how could Ye Cheng let him go so easily, he had already decided to go all out, his brain stimulated by alcohol was so excited, he had to swallow Han Zhao into his stomach no matter what he said today.

He stretched out his hand abruptly, taking advantage of Han Zhao's unpreparedness to attack suddenly, "Why are you talking about this now, let's play against each other, you read this script, and come with me."

Speaking of Ye Cheng randomly stuffing the script into Han Zhao's hands, Han Zhao's eyes became deeper and deeper, Ye Cheng met his eyes, raised his eyebrows and smiled, and licked his lips, "Do you think I'm so handsome, huh? "

This is a joke that Jing Fan told Zeyu when the two of them hid in a hidden room after Jing Fan robbed Zeyu. , with wet mist in his eyes, Han Zhao exchanged a glance with him, his throat seemed to be filled with sand, "I'll warn you one last time, don't play dead."

Ye Cheng only felt that he had finally brazenly hugged the person he liked, even though the method was not very bright, but he couldn't control so much anymore, he gritted his teeth, and hugged Han Zhao like a child who didn't grow up. A kiss on the forehead.

With this action that touched the bottom line and this sudden refrain, Han Zhao's heart suddenly shrank, as if he had been hit hard by some sharp object, and somehow he used some method to break free from Ye Cheng.

His long and narrow gaze pierced Ye Cheng's pupils like a bayonet, dangerous and unspeakably sharp, his lips opened and closed, "Zeyu, you can't escape."

The roles of the two exchanged instantly, and Ye Cheng's drunken head was instantly confused. He was obviously Jing Fan, and this damned psycho was Ze Yu. Why did he suddenly lose his mind?

"No... no, I'm Jie Fei?"

Han Zhao raised his eyebrows, and suddenly smiled sullenly. He was no longer as silent as usual, as if he had suddenly broken away from his body, revealing the essence of the soul inside. It was evil and dangerous. He smiled and patted Ye Cheng's face. He raised his face, and raised the corners of his mouth, "What kind of Jie Fei, be Jie Fei's wife."