Star Road: Peasants Attack the City

The show was already on track. Although he was very sympathetic to the young man, there were not a few people who sympathized with him while touching him, and this was Mo Bajue's characteristic and his biggest selling point.

However, not everyone will be happy with the rise in the ratings of "HRS".

Xiao Xiaowai has been very depressed recently.

A&M company gave him a generous budget for the single, but his fame grew slowly. If he hadn't relied on An Ran's connections and influence, he would have been refrigerated long ago.

The TV series he starred in were judged to be dull and clumsy in acting, and his face was not very outstanding.

So after the show, when Mo Bajue proposed to have a midnight snack together, he just smiled reluctantly and refused, looking at him with complicated eyes.

What's going on in this man's head?I can please so many audiences with just a few words... If I wasn't so timid and said it without a gimmick, would I be able to become famous?

Xiao Xiaowai fantasized for a while, but shook his head in frustration.

If he were to comfort that depressed young man, he would only say things like you are still young, you still have hope, don't give up your life so early, not to mention the audience, he himself is tired of hearing it.

After tidying myself up, I saw Mo Bajue surrounded by the director and other staff, who seemed to be talking happily, probably because he had nothing to do with himself.Xiao Xiaowai sighed, and walked out alone dejectedly.

Not to mention the assistant, even the manager didn't bother to accompany him - a cowardly person like him dared not do anything that would damage his image.

When he walked out of the entrance of the radio station, there was a tightly wrapped person leaning against the glass door and looking up at the dark night sky. Xiao Xiaowai lowered his head and didn't see it, so he walked straight there.

"Idiot, what are you doing with your eyes glued to the ground?"

Xiao Xiaowai was stunned for a moment, then turned his head stupidly, "Ah...senior?"

An Ran wrapped his loose coat tightly as if he was afraid of the cold, adjusted his black-rimmed glasses, grabbed his arm and walked out, "You look like an eggplant beaten by frost, please go to eat supper, the one from last time."

"...Ah?" Is it you who want to eat?

Xiao Xiaowai was already a little gloomy in his heart, but he didn't dare to resist, so he could only suppress the anger in his heart and follow him silently.

Sometimes enough is enough of the person.He acts recklessly, doesn't know how to respect other people's wishes, has an arrogant and rude attitude, and just likes to toss him for fun, never thinking how hard it is for him to run around for his career all day long.

In his heart, there is no more excessive scum than him, but he still has to coax him patiently. Who makes people rich, powerful and famous?

Little people like them dare to provoke them.

The two walked out of the gate, and a red sports car whizzed towards them, just stopping in front of them.

The door of the back seat of the car opened, Mo Bajue

Sitting inside wearing a black windbreaker, his pupils were deep, but his eyes were indifferent, and his voice was filled with imperceptible pleasure, "An Ran?"

The momentum is compelling, the ink pupils are like water, calm and friendly.

Today's Mo Bajue looks like a superstar of a generation.

An Ran seemed to tremble the moment he saw him, then quickly lowered his head, squeezed Xiao Xiaowai's fingers tightly, and greeted casually, "Oh."

Mo Bajue was a little puzzled by his reaction, so he could only tentatively whisper, "I've been looking for you for a long time, but you seem to be very busy."

"...En." An Ran pursed her lips, raised her head slightly, and her amber pupils flickered under the brim of her hat, "We still have something to do, let's go first."

Mo Bajue was stunned.

But An Ran's footsteps didn't stop, she pulled Xiao Xiaowai over the car and walked out quickly.

All the way to the side of the car, An Ran opened the door, said angrily, "Get in the car."

Xiao Xiaowai shrank his shoulders, but unexpectedly stubbornly did not move.

"What are you doing standing there?" An Ran frowned impatiently, "It's already very late, I have to go back after supper, I don't have your American time to waste, hurry up and get in the car!"

"...then don't go."

An Ran was slightly startled, "What?"

It seemed that after saying it all at once, he suddenly gained confidence, Xiao Xiaowai raised his voice, "I'm also very tired, and the senior suddenly said that he was going to have supper, I also think it's a waste of time."

An Ran's lips trembled slightly, but suddenly his throat felt hoarse and he couldn't say anything.

"My girlfriend complains that I don't have time to accompany her. Even if I want to send someone, there must be a limit."

After that, it was quiet for a long time, only An Ran's suppressed breathing filled the space.

Suddenly, he turned around and kicked the sports car hard, with a loud bang, "Fuck!"

The siren beat Dazuo violently, Xiao Xiaowai's eyes widened, he took two steps back in fright, and curled up his whole body.

"Fuck him!" An Ran continued to curse, kicking the car door non-stop, kicking the car door out of shape with a few kicks, the sound was so loud that even the security guards were alarmed.

"Student, senior?" Xiao Xiaowai hid behind in a panic, and when he saw the security guard coming, he was afraid that some bad rumors would spread, so he pulled him regardless of fear, "We're going to have supper, I, I'm fine. "

Unexpectedly, with just a light touch, An Ran stopped moving.

He looked down at Xiao Xiaowai's terrified eyes, and smiled wryly, "Forget it, it's my fault, you go back."

The security guard came over to inquire about the situation, and wanted to check the documents again. Xiao Xiaowai persuaded him for a long time before he was willing to leave. He stepped forward hesitantly, but he didn't dare to stretch out his hand again, and timidly asked, "Senior?"

An Ran leaned against the car door with his back to him, and said calmly, "Go back, my car probably won't work anymore, so I won't see you off."

Xiao Xiaowai just left.

He didn't have the strength to play the game of boss and follower with this young master. It didn't matter if he tore his face tonight. Rice steamed his own future, which was probably the case. There was nothing to worry about, it was better than being afraid.

An Ran was sitting alone in the car that had been kicked until he was transsexual, smoking one cigarette after another, the air was flowing quietly, but he didn't seem to care.

Someone bent his index finger and knocked on his car window.

An Ran looked at the man's handsome but expressionless face through the glass, but there was worry in his black pupils, his heart couldn't help trembling, he put out the cigarette butt and was about to start the car.

"An Ran."

Hold!Stop yelling... An Ran hammered the steering wheel hard, lowered the window, and looked at him coldly, "You've seen the joke if you want, what else do you want to do?"

Mo Bajue frowned slightly.

"Get out!" An Ran yelled as if venting his anger, "Is it fun to pester me? You have seen all kinds of embarrassing appearances, and you still f*cking in front of me, do you want to humiliate me or something?"

Mo Bajue looked at him quietly for a long time, then gently rubbed the top of his head, "Are you tired?"

"It's really enough." An Ran closed his eyes, stepped on the gas pedal to start the car, but unexpectedly the co-pilot's door was opened, and a tall figure squeezed in through the crooked car door.

Mo Bajue sat beside him and smiled, "I'll accompany you to have supper, okay?"

"Damn, you crazy." An Ran lied weakly on the steering wheel, straightened up for a moment, stepped on the accelerator, "Go!"

In the remote shop, still in the same corner as last time, An Ran and Mo Bajue placed two bowls of fiery red Mala Tang in front of them, and a dozen beers beside them. The white heat wafted away. Warm by the bowl, but the face is blurred.

"You want supper, why don't you move?" An Ran raised his eyebrows, opened a bottle of wine and poured it down.

Mo Bajue picked up the chopsticks and picked up the vermicelli in it, put it in his mouth and tasted it, and immediately frowned at the heat, "Do you like this kind of food?"

An Ran held the bowl and drank a big mouthful of the soup. His mouth and eye circles were red from the hotness, but he refused to give in. "Yes, I like it."

It's just self-abuse.

Knowing that Xiao Xiaowai had a girlfriend, she was very sweet when she was in college, and she was secretly happy when they broke up. She wondered if it was a little bit because of herself, but she still knew in her heart that she was just being self-indulgent.

The more he drank, the more he drank, and soon there were only a bunch of empty wine bottles left in front of him. Mo Bajue kept looking at him indifferently, but he didn't stop him.

An Ran used the wine to pretend to be crazy, and simply picked up a bottle and stuffed it into his hand, "Hey, I've never seen you so unprofessional, do you even have to drink to accompany the wine?"

Mo Bajue sighed, "I still have to stay awake and send you back."

"I don't want it!" An Ran glared at him angrily, lowered his head and plucked the already cold Mala Tang. It was disgusting to eat the greasy stuff in his mouth, but he still stuffed it mechanically.

Mo Bajue watched him stretch his eyes wide so that tears did not fall out.

Afterwards, he was still drunk, and An Ran burst into a series of swear words while collapsing into Mo Bajue's arms. tongue-tied.

After getting into the taxi, Mo Bajue casually reported the address, and when he relaxed his hands, An Ran pounced on him again, holding his face suddenly, "How do you know my address?! Tell me!"

His fingers were icy cold, sticking them to his face made Mo Bajue instantly shudder, and then he opened his eyes slightly, looking at An Ran who was close at hand.

His face was reddish, his eyes were blurred, his hair was messy, and his thick-rimmed glasses that were obtrusive to his eyes had been thrown away somewhere. The tips of their noses were touching, and they could smell the strong smell of alcohol in each other's mouth.

"Hey, talk, you idiot!" An Ran shook his face vigorously, "Are you following me? Are you secretly in love with me? Why do you keep haunting me..."

Mo Bajue squinted his black eyes and looked directly at him, then asked indifferently, "What about you? How did you know my phone number?"

"..." An Ran was taken aback for a moment, then he beat his head weakly on Mo Bajue's shoulder, and said "boom" inarticulately, "I don't know either. When I think of you going to be on the show, I feel nervous for no reason. Maybe neurosis is contagious...I want an answer, an answer!"

Mo Bajue smiled wryly and sighed, "I won't tell you until you figure out your answer, think it yourself."

The taxi driver looked at the two big men who were embracing each other in a strange posture from the rearview mirror, and felt a chill behind him, as the speed of the car almost sent them to their destination.

Mo Bajue helped An Ran out of the car, and told the driver, "Please wait for me, I'll get down soon."

The driver immediately breathed a sigh of relief, probably because he thought too much...

Unexpectedly, Mo Bajue took two steps and then suddenly came back, "Sorry, please go back first."

The driver looked at the flushed An Ran, then at the calm and deep Mo Bajue, gasped, stepped on the accelerator and rushed out.