The singer of the entertainment circle is not a human being

"Airplane?" Shen Moyan opened his eyes, picked up a piece of pastry and stuffed it into his mouth, the sweetness gradually melted in his mouth through his taste buds, he couldn't help pursing his lower lip, behaved like a little animal: "I don't have work today .”

"I greeted Shen Muyun and Lao Zhou, and I will take you to play for a few days." Wang Ye wiped off the debris on his face, put his thumbs in his mouth and licked them one by one, and said with a smile: "Sweet. "

Shen Moyan blushed again, his heart seemed to have missed half a beat, and he didn't dare to lift his eyelids, fearing that he would reveal his embarrassment at the end of the year, so he said in a muffled voice, "Isn't that working? Donate money, can you give me flowers?" A lot of money."

It was clearly a retort, but it sounded like coquetry. Wang Ye covered his mouth and laughed, stood up and took the coat in the living room and turned back: "I'm afraid of a fart, I have a lot of money, I will take care of you for these two days, be quick, and take care of me." Master serves Shu Tan, and some will reward you."

Bah, Shen Moyan cursed inwardly, glanced at Young Master Wang's smug handsome face, and after drinking the soy milk in the bowl, he really laughed angrily and said, "Tyrant."

"What's wrong with the tyrant, you have to recognize the tyrant." Wang Ye pulled out his suitcase, squatted on the ground and opened it, raised his head and asked in a daze, "What do you want to bring? I haven't been packed before."

That's right, who is Young Master Wang? He can only be served by others, Shen Moyan sighed in resignation, put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hands, and started to pack his luggage neatly. While packing, he had to listen to someone beside him: "Bring some thin clothes, it's hot where we're going." "Hey, bring an extra copy for the bathroom, we both use the same one." "Oh, yes, you have to wear sunscreen, you big stars have to take care of themselves." Come on, please."

Shen Moyan wanted to refute that he couldn't get tanned, and he would recover immediately if he got tanned. Even if someone cut him twice, he would heal instantly, but he didn't say anything, nodded and threw the sunscreen into the suitcase.

It's not that he never thought of telling Wang Ye the truth, but the thought flashed by, and he denied it. It's not the time, it's not the time, but he can't tell how much it is the time to tell.

Maybe they don't know all their lives, and it's good for them all.

While waiting for An Jia to pick them up, Wang Ye wandered around in his house. He was used to being the director of the chairman, so he had to make comments wherever he went.

"Tsk, you still raise fish in this place?" First Young Master Wang pointed to the three-tailed koi in the garden pond in surprise, and his hands were not idle, teasing the innocent fish cubs like a big child.

"Yes, I met a monk before, and he happened to send it to me, saying that self-cultivation is the best." Shen Moyan replied with a smile, thinking of Hengyan's old bald donkey's look of pity for all beings is interesting.

His heart disease can't be cured by a few fish cubs, but it's so serious that he feeds him properly.

"You still know the monk?" Wang Ye raised his eyebrows and teased, "Baby, you surprise me everywhere."

"Well," Shen Moyan couldn't help blushing a little, and quickly said, "Nonsense, it's daytime."

"What's the matter during the day? You can't tease my own people during the day?" Although Wang Ye was joking, he let go of his hand and raised his chin to the pond: "How long have you kept this fish?"

30 years.He murmured in his heart, Hengyan bald donkey gave it to him, so naturally he would not neglect it because of his affection. The fish has been fed with his blood for seven to 49 days, and now it can live a hundred years without any worries.

"Raise it casually, I don't really remember." He said with downcast eyes.

"Tsk." Wang Ye just asked casually, nodded without paying much attention, and turned back to the house to continue wandering around.

When he got to the side hall, he realized that there was a door that was closed. He had never seen Shen Moyan open it, so he was curious and simply pushed it in with his big hand. It turned out to be a study.

"Hey, you have quite a lot of books." Wang Ye smirked, not knowing what this little guy was reading, so he picked up a book and flipped through it.

The fourth book in the first row.

It was too late for Shen Moyan to stop him, his throat was dry, his hands were clenched subconsciously, and he stood silently behind him, not daring to say a word.

Xue Shaoqing's body is in the secret room below, don't find it, it's impossible to find it, how could it be such a coincidence.

"I have this one, A Tale of Two Cities." Wang Ye took out a copy and looked down.

The seventh book in the third row.

He could almost hear the sound of the machine turning, his heart seemed to be strangled by someone, and he could hardly breathe.

Are you going to tell Wang Ye, are you about to be discovered, and can't you hide it? !

It's not the time yet, he hasn't figured out what to do yet!

"Ha, "Jin Ping Mei", I didn't expect you to read this kind of pornographic book." Wang Ye seemed to have not noticed his strangeness, and reached out to get the book in front of him.

No.12 row fifth book! !

"No!" Shen Moyan yelled subconsciously, cold sweat running down his forehead and down his face, and the horror in his eyes couldn't stop.

"What's wrong?" Wang Ye turned around and saw that his face was pale, and he couldn't help but retracted his hands and quickly supported him: "Are you uncomfortable? Why are you sweating so much?"

"I..." Shen Moyan saw that he withdrew his hand, shook his head in panic, tried his best to suppress his emotions and said: "It's okay, I may have a little hypoglycemia, just now there seemed to be a car siren outside the door, go and have a look, Is An Jia here?"

Wang Ye anxiously helped him to the living room to sit down. He wanted to see something on his face with sharp eyes, but he immediately looked away, pursed his lips and nodded, and walked out the door.

Seeing him leave, Shen Moyan collapsed on the soft bed in an instant, wiping off the cold sweat with his forehead.

We must not let Wang Ye know, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous.

He clenched his fist, got up and closed the study door, and when he returned to the living room, Wang Ye was already shouting outside the door.

Sure enough, An Jia arrived.

He breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the suitcase and strode out.

I thought that Wang Ye would take him abroad to an island for vacation, but when he carried his luggage to the airport, Shen Moyan found out that he was going to the Mongolian plateau.

He picked up the ticket and looked at First Young Master Wang in surprise. Seeing his unfathomable expression, he swallowed the question back into his stomach with a muffled smile. After he got into the first-class cabin, he quietly grabbed the man's palm and clasped his fingers tightly.

Wang Ye took him by the back of his hand and kissed him twice. It was rare for him to ask the stewardess to bring blankets and blindfolds, so that his sweetheart could sleep again. Although Shen Moyan was a little weird in the morning, but thinking about last night's lingering sentimentality, it was still the same. Can't stop smiling, like a sneaky big cat.

It was only over two hours away from Rongcheng to Ulaanbaatar Airport. Shen Moyan had several sweet dreams in Wang Ye's arms. In the dream, he saw Xue Shaoqing combing his hair when he was a teenager, and Wang Ye said that he remembered all the past, or It was too unreal. When he woke up and looked at the different blue sky outside the window, he couldn't tell whether it was reality or an illusion.

"What's the matter? Look stupid?" Wang Ye wrapped his arms around his waist from behind, and rubbed his head against the man's back. His hands touched the skin through the thin fabric, and he couldn't bear to let go.

"Itchy." Shen Moyan patted his paw and protested in a low voice.

"Hahahaha," Wang Ye laughed heartily, and it wasn't difficult for him. He retracted his palm and simply stood up and brought out the carry-on luggage. He bent down and grabbed the man's ten fingers, and said with a smirk, "Let's go, I'll take you to see him." Strange."

Shen Moyan lowered his eyes and evoked a slight smile, but obediently stood up and paced behind his buttocks, their palms were always cuddled together, and they couldn't bear to part.

The air in Inner Mongolia is naturally much fresher than that of Rongcheng. The unique blue sky and white clouds here are like a fairyland in an oil painting. It is like a dream. Shen Moyan put on sunglasses, looked up at the sun and squinted his eyes slightly, which seemed to overlap with the picture many years ago .

"Mo Yan, do you like it?" Young Master Wang grinned flatteringly beside him, his piercing eyes seemed to be able to poke into people's hearts.

Shen Moyan smiled, the blue sky and white clouds were reflected in his black pupils, he opened his red lips lightly, but said something different.

"I've been here. Many years ago."