The singer of the entertainment circle is not a human being

Shen Moyan took out a convertible from the garage and drove home. Wang Ye, who was sitting on the side, occasionally turned his head to look at him, but still didn't say much.

Growing up in the shopping mall, no matter how high his eyes were, Wang Ye knew that it was not appropriate for the man to leave just now, and it was not without reason that Shen Muyun was so angry.

He had never felt that Shen Moyan was so defiant to the point where he still wanted to go his own way when he knew he was causing trouble, but he also couldn't understand the sudden anomaly tonight.

Is it just because of what he said?There are pictures in your mind and inexplicable dreams?

Wang Ye subconsciously frowned, and turned sideways to observe the man's demeanor, but he saw that Shen Moyan also frowned slightly, constantly looking at the rearview mirror and the surveillance camera, and the speed of the car accelerated in a straight line.

"What's the matter?" In the chaotic night wind, he also turned around and looked back. He thought there was a car following them, but he didn't notice anything unusual.

Shen Moyan shook his head, pursed his lips tightly and did not speak, looking suspiciously at the dark night road in the rearview mirror.

He clearly saw a car following them just now, how could it disappear in a blink of an eye? Could it be that he was thinking too much?After a while, a lorry slowly drove up from the rear, and the driver honked the horn twice impatiently to remind them to get out of the way.

"It turned out to be a truck..." Shen Moyan murmured, and gradually slowed down and pulled over to let the other party pass by first. Seeing the big truck passing by, he looked at Wang Ye in relief and said comfortingly: "It's okay... probably because I'm too tired."

Wang Ye patted him on the shoulder and didn't say any more. The man's mood was not right after hearing what he imagined, maybe it was really caused by too much pressure.

In fact, Shen Moyan also wanted to laugh at himself as if he was a bit of a soldier. Hengyan has not returned yet, and it is hard to make a conclusion whether he can retrieve Xue Shaoqing's soul. Now that Wang Ye can see a little, does it also prove that the soul will return to its place by itself? , what he was looking forward to also had a turning point?

Shen Moyan didn't dare to make more assumptions, he was afraid that the more he explored, the more he would disturb his mind, but he still had to give it a go, no matter what... Shaoqing should get back his own body.

It took only half an hour to drive the car to the villa. He parked in the garage and walked into the house one after the other with Wang Ye. The evil wind came from nowhere at night, and the peach trees in the courtyard rustled and scattered many branches and leaves.

It is probably winter. Although it is not as cold as it was 80 years ago, it is almost January. Even wild cats and dogs on the roadside know to find a warm place to hide. It is also unbearable.

Shen Moyan thought that he might be getting old, so when he entered the room, he subconsciously looked up at the sky, and he was inexplicably uneasy when he came back today, he always felt like someone was staring at him.

Suddenly he remembered that many years ago he went to the room with a man exactly the same to keep warm. At that time, there was still a little snowflakes. He was only eighteen years old, and he was as sneaky as he is now, fearing that anyone would find out.

"What's the matter?" Seeing that he hadn't entered the house for a long time, Wang Ye asked in question as he turned on the heater.

He came back to his senses, smiled so embarrassed and closed the door and walked in. Before the surrounding heat up, he rubbed his hands and asked, "What do you want to drink? There was some tea you sent me a few days ago, but..." Shen Moyan turned around and raised the corners of his lips, teasing ambiguously: "Shouldn't it be better to have some wine tonight?"

"Hahahahaha," Wang Ye really hadn't seen him with such a charming appearance for a while, and couldn't help but bent down and laughed out loud, stepped forward and hugged his slender waist from behind, and put his chin on his back. Rubbing it on his neck: "We really should drink some wine, it's rare that we two have time to be alone, and we have to do something special..."

You can think of this "special thing" with your toes, Shen Moyan blushed and struggled to laugh and scolded: "Don't make trouble, I'll get the wine."

"Okay." Wang Ye let go of his hand generously, walked to the mahogany sofa and sat down, raising Erlang's legs in a posture of respect and respect.

Shen Moyan shook his head with a smile, went to the kitchen and took out the red wine and goblets, and when he came back, he filled the glasses halfway for both of them. Although there was a smile on his lips, he felt a little nervous in his heart.

"Why?" Wang Ye didn't notice it, and asked with a slight frown, "I'm restless today."

"No." Shen Moyan handed him the wine, raised the goblet and said with a smile, "Let's clink glasses, and you're celebrating today's award for me alone."

"Ha," Wang Ye grinned happily, knocked down his cup in response to the occasion, and said, "Congratulations to our big singer for winning the Grand Slam today. I thought you didn't care about these false names."

"I didn't care at first," Shen Moyan lowered his head and downed two sips of red wine. There was an illusion of being burned in his throat for an instant, and his thoughts and body were also hot: "But it's different when you're here."

"Oh?" Wang Ye smiled happily, stretched out his hand to grab his wrist, and pulled him into his lap to sit: "Why is it different without me?"

Shen Moyan put his arms around his neck halfway, lowered his head and looked directly into his pupils, and he couldn't tell who was in front of him in a daze: "Because you are here, I want to live every day differently."

"Heh," Wang Ye stroked his cheek, and the two of them were so close that they could kiss each other just by raising their heads slightly: "Why? Tell me."

The man's slightly hoarse voice got into his ears and made his heart itch. Shen Moyan raised his lips and smiled, and cast his gaze into his eyes and said slowly: "Because you are very special, you are the most special and best person in the world, I don't want to leave you for a minute."

It was rare to hear the other party say such love words, and Wang Ye was suddenly a little emotional. He held his face and kissed him, and pressed his lips against each other and whispered: "You too, I don't know why, I like you like a demon, I like you very much .”

Shen Moyan trembled slightly in his heart. He pushed the distance between the two of them and looked carefully at the man's face. It was clear that the eyebrows were exactly the same, but there were differences everywhere. He picked up the wine glass to clean up the red liquid, tossed and gave two Crowded.

"We really should do something special." He grinned, but his pupils seemed to be covered with gloom: "Come on, drink it, I have a surprise for you."

"There are still surprises?" Wang Ye didn't resist, touched his glass, raised his head and drank the wine, and turned his nose upside down to show off: "Hey, it's over, there are so many surprises tonight, how can I reward you?" You are fine."

Shen Moyan didn't answer, but he also put the wine glass to his lips and drank it upside down, as if he had to be slightly drunk to make up his mind to do the next thing. He put the glass on the table beside him, straightened his back and said slowly: " Have I sung opera for you before?"

Wang Ye leaned on the mahogany sofa and raised his eyebrows to look at him, and asked in surprise, "You can also play opera?"

"Let's understand a little bit about fur." ​​Shen Moyan didn't explain much, took out the small enamel fan from his cuff, flashed the scene when he got it a few years ago, and his voice was a little trembling: "Tonight is so beautiful, I am Just sing you a song, okay?"

"What do you want to sing?" Wang Ye looked at him with gentle eyes, as if he found a gem, the more he owns it, the more beautiful it is.

"Sing what?" Shen Moyan murmured and repeated, and after a while he raised his head to look directly into his eyes, and the two long and narrow phoenix eyes overflowed like water.

"Let's sing "Peach Blossom Fan"." He said, but subconsciously clenched the handle of the small fan with his fingers, as if nothing had happened, and said: "The song by Qinhuai beauty Li Xiangjun meeting Hou Fangyu, "Peach Blossom Fan"."