The singer of the entertainment circle is not a human being

Shen Moyan took over the job of cooking for Wang Ye, and started running to the hospital every day. I don't know if the other party deliberately avoided him. He never bumped into Zhang Biyun since then, but An Jia smiled and took turns taking care of him every day.

Since Wang Ye received his blood before the fight, his injuries were basically fine, but he probably walked through the gate of hell, and this young master's temperament became more and more like a child.

Ever since he woke up early in the morning, Wang Ye was always able to call him on time, trying all kinds of rogue methods to urge him to come to the hospital earlier.When it was time to eat, he blinked his eyes and opened his mouth to ask him to feed him himself. After two mouthfuls, he fed him with his uninjured right hand. It must be said that the two of them eat together.

At first, An Jia could roll her eyes and stand aside watching, but then the corners of her mouth twitched, and she couldn't bear to watch anymore, so she saw Shen Moyan sneaking back to the company as soon as she arrived, so as not to be stuffed with dog food and flashed Blind yourself titanium alloy dog ​​eyes.

Shen Moyan was also a little embarrassed at the beginning, and complained to Wang Ye in a low voice, but he could guess with his eyes closed that this young master has always done his own way, and now that he is injured, he will be even more lawless.

In fact, he didn't know if the man still remembered what he said when he was in danger, but now, he felt that the other party seemed to have noticed something, and he was holding his hands all the time, as if he was afraid that he would disappear in the blink of an eye.

Wang Ye loves to smile a lot now, especially when he sees him, the corners of his mouth are curled up in a sinister and flamboyant way, the eyes are twinkling, and even the cold air has a hint of heat.

After lunch, Shen Moyan read a horror novel to Wang Ye as usual. In fact, this book was bought temporarily by An Jia downstairs. Seeing that the two big men had nothing to do in the afternoon, he picked out a book to pass the time. .

Wang Ye can play games on his mobile phone for entertainment, but Shen Moyan seldom uses electronic products, and his mobile phone is only used to make calls and send messages. something will do.

Shen Moyan was leaning on the hospital bed with him, although it was a bit crowded and the two elders were somewhat uncomfortable lying on it, but Wang Ye wrapped his arms around the man's waist and tightly wrapped him in his arms, letting him rest on his arm, It's barely able to be in one place.

"He looked up and saw an old gentleman, tremblingly said: This is an evil thing... You can't keep it..." Shen Moyan's voice was neither slow nor slow, and there was a hint of terror in the softness.

Holding Shen Moyan in his arms, Wang Ye yelled strangely in his ears from time to time to add to the atmosphere, playing with his long hair on his chest with his fingertips, rubbing his straight nose against his right cheek.

"The little girl looked back and forth in horror, not knowing what to do..." Shen Moyan glanced at him without being affected, and continued to read on his own, but a smile unconsciously appeared on his lips.

"I want to be discharged from the hospital..." Wang Ye buried his face in his neck and muttered suddenly, his tone seemed unhappy.

Shen Moyan glanced at him, put down the book in his hand, turned his head to stroke his head, and asked softly, "What's the matter? Are you bored?" As he spoke, his fingers passed through the ends of his hair, stroking intentionally or unintentionally.

"Annoyed, I'm like a useless person, I've been cured a long time ago." Wang Ye was so angry that he refused to lift his head, covering his face in the pillow, and couldn't even hear his voice muffled, but his emotions were like a three-year-old child,

"After the doctor has seen it in two days, I will quietly tell them to let you out of the hospital in advance, okay?" Shen Moyan scratched his head with a soft and loving tone.It is rare to see this little overlord lose his temper, and the man's long and narrow eyes are bent into crescents with a smile.

Speaking of which, Wang Ye's injury was indeed enough to be discharged from the hospital. After receiving his blood, the wound healed quickly and scabbed. The stitches have been removed for more than two days now, but the damage is caused by the whole hospital. As the guest of honor, Zhang Biyun specially greeted the dean, and he must treat his son well. The doctors are naturally cautious, fearing that something might go wrong, so they are still trapped in the hospital for observation and treatment.

"Mo Yan, how is your PR going?" Wang Ye suddenly turned over after thinking about it and asked.

The nonsensical sentence really stunned him for a moment, and he blinked his eyes and replied: "I don't know, Mu Yun is doing business there, and I never ask much."

"I saw the news." While speaking, Wang Ye took out his mobile phone, flipped to a news headline at random, and read out: "Singer Shen Moyan was attacked in the middle of the night and was suspected of being injured in the hospital." After reading, he said seriously: "There is no mention in it." As for Wang, it should be suppressed by mother and An Jia. In your studio, I will ask Lao Zhou to connect with Shen Muyun. Try not to get involved too much. You can take advantage of these few days to rest and go to work after I am discharged from the hospital. "

"Ha," Shen Moyan buried his head in a muffled laugh, patted his cheek and said, "I'm not worried, but did the police give us any news? Who is it that attacked us?"

"The police came over to communicate with Wang the day before yesterday. The one who bought the murderer...is Le Zhengyu." Wang Ye frowned, and gritted his teeth when he mentioned it: "That bastard looks like he has kidney deficiency, and he still wants to die when he is about to die." Let me put you off...I will definitely make him feel ashamed."

After Shen Moyan listened quietly, he wasn't surprised at all. They haven't had any feud in a long time, and Lezheng Yu is the only one who will have evil intentions to get revenge. It's a pity... this person really shouldn't be provoked Tai Sui.

"It really is him...have you caught Lezheng Yu now?" he asked.

"No, he ran away." Wang Ye rested his head on his shoulder, stared at the ceiling wondering what he was thinking about, and suddenly narrowed his eyes with a fierce look: "He can't run far, I have already sent people to arrest him all over the city, He can't get out of Rongcheng... Don't worry, I can find him even if I dig three feet."

Wang Ye's voice was unhurried, and he could not hear his emotions faintly. He wrapped his arms around Shen Moyan's shoulders and pressed it against his ear and continued: "I have sent someone to protect you at any time, so I asked you not to show your face in public for now, lest I Worry."

The dense breath sprayed on the neck, Shen Moyan sneered uncomfortably, and pushed the two away a little: "You too, don't do dangerous things anymore, and make people worry."

"Dangerous thing?" Wang Ye asked back, turning over suddenly and pressing him down, his palms pinned the man's slender waist, and his two eyes went straight into his eyes, raising a smirk: "Why, your man blocked the gun for you ,Moved?"

Shen Moyan was stunned, looked directly at his pupils as bright as stars, nodded and said, "Moved."

"Ha," Wang Ye buried his head in a laugh, bit his collarbone viciously with his teeth, slid his fingers down to cover the vitals between his legs and kneaded them slowly, and said hoarsely: "Since you are moved, then...just pay for it. Bar."

The touch of the sensitive areas on the body is too obvious. These big warm hands have stroked the texture of his skin countless times, and brought him joy countless times, but at this time, he felt a sense of fear from the bottom of his heart.

It's like, being burned, it's unbearable.

Shen Moyan pushed Wang Ye away almost subconsciously, stepped back several times, opened the cover of his hands, gasped violently even in his chest, and two drops of cold sweat fell from his face.

He is not Xue Shaoqing, he is not Xue Shaoqing anymore...

"Are you hiding from me?" Wang Ye looked at his right hand in disbelief, and when he glanced at him again, the storm that was about to break out was clearly hidden in his eyes.

"Shen Moyan...you're hiding from me?!" He gritted his teeth and repeated, every word seemed to be able to carve a hole in the cement floor.