sweet peach [entertainment circle]

A group of people arrived at the waiting plane one after another, and when she saw Jon, it was like seeing a savior.

She and jon are not on good terms, but they have participated in several parties and dinners together, and they are familiar with her. After sitting together and chatting for a while, Han Muzhao knew that jon was going to Cuba with his boyfriend this time, and he was not in the same room. Hotel stay.

Han Muzhao suddenly had the feeling of being framed by Quan Zhilong.

Quan Zhilong was sitting across from him and chatting with his manager at this moment, distractedly glancing at Han Muzhao from time to time, and then received Han Muzhao's slightly resentful eyes.

Quan Zhilong chuckled, looked at her with raised eyebrows, and mouthed: "What's wrong?"

Han Muzhao ignored her, lowered his head to scroll through Instagram, and yawned again.

Finally, when boarding the plane, Han Muzhao was the first to board the plane with a large bag. The flight booked this time was first class, with a lot of space, and there were only four seats in a row. Han Muzhao’s seat was near the window. Put the bag into the luggage compartment, then sat on the seat, and when he looked up, he saw Quan Zhilong sitting on the seat beside him with a smile on his face.

Han Muzhao: "..."

This trip was really careless.

She looked at Quan Zhilong's smug smile and didn't want to say a word.

Quan Zhilong on the side sat down and fiddled with the phone, not knowing what he was doing, until the flight attendant came to remind him, and he turned off the phone.

When the plane took off, Quan Zhilong suddenly leaned his head on Han Muzhao's shoulder, closed his eyes and said in a nasal voice, "I'm so scared!"

The fake tone Han Muzhao didn't want to talk about him.

But he didn't push his head away. Seeing this, Quan Zhilong stretched out his hand to hold her hand, but was dodged.

Quan Zhilong didn't care either, as long as his head wasn't pushed away.

Because she was leaning on Han Muzhao's shoulder, there was a faint scent of camellia at the ends of her hair and behind her ears, which was not pungent, but very nice.

It wasn't until the plane stabilized that Han Muzhao stretched out his hand to push Quan Zhilong's head away, then touched his neck uncomfortably, and glared at him: "Don't go too far."

Quan Zhilong chuckled, adjusted his sitting posture backwards, then sat on the seat as if he had no bones, propped his head on one hand and said lazily: "But I'm just scared."

Han Muzhao gave him a look of contempt for him to understand, then stood up and took out his bag.

Because it was night and there was a long-distance flight, Han Muzhao applied water and lotion, and his skin without makeup was flawless. Quan Zhilong couldn't see the pores on her face when he sat beside her.

Han Muzhao took out his portable lotion to clean the oil on his face, and was just about to brush his teeth when the flight attendant started serving dinner.

Han Muzhao was afraid of edema, so she never ate anything on the plane. This has become her habit. Quan Zhilong glanced at her: "Don't eat?"

"En." Han Muzhao took out a book and opened it: "This is my habit."

Quan Zhilong didn't say much, and ate quietly, while Han Muzhao was reading a book.

What she was reading was a romance novel written by a writer from Country Z. This novel was very famous in Country Z. It told the story of a man and a woman who met in the magic city. Due to various reasons, they fell in love but could not be together.

The ending is that the two people who love each other each have a new family. One day, the woman took her three-year-old daughter and husband to the amusement park to play together, but happened to meet a man who also went to the amusement park with his son and wife. man.

The two are separated by a road, surrounded by noisy and happy lives, and they can see ten thousand years at a glance.

After reading it, Han Muzhao felt that his heart was blocked and flustered. It turned out that it would be so difficult for two people who love each other to be together, so they had to succumb to reality in the end.

Quan Zhilong had already finished his dinner and washed up. Before returning to his seat, he saw Han Muzhao staring at the cover of the book in a daze. He asked, "What's wrong?"

Han Muzhao regained consciousness and looked up at him: "It's nothing." She paused: "This novel is too sad."

"Can you show me?" Quan Zhilong took the book and flipped through it: "Z text?"

"Yes, this is a novel written by an author from country Z."

Quan Zhilong put the book on the small table in front of him: "What is written in this book?"

Han Muzhao slowly narrated the content and ending of the novel for Quan Zhilong. After listening to Quan Zhilong, he said: "Maybe the author has another meaning in writing the ending like this?" He patiently enlightened: "Arrange two A personal re-meeting is to wake up the feelings buried in the bottom of my heart, or to look at each other with a smile, to show that the two have let go of each other, and a new start is not a relief?"

Han Muzhao nodded quietly: "Maybe."

"After all, this is a novel. In reality, such things rarely happen. Two people who really love each other are willing to give up everything for each other."

"What about brother?" Han Muzhao asked, "How much can brother do for love?"

"Me?" Quan Zhilong leaned on the seat: "I don't know, I haven't met the person who allows me to give up everything."

Han Mu Zhaowen was silent again and began to be in a daze.

Quan Zhilong turned around and closed the small partition door next to the seat.

Han Muzhao came back to his senses when he heard the voice: "Why is there a door here?"

Quan Zhilong looked at her with raised eyebrows: "It's always been there."

Once the small partition was closed, the two of them seemed to be in a closed small space, and the distance was very close. Han Muzhao looked around and found that there was also a small partition between the two seats, so he immediately closed it without saying a word. up.

Quan Zhilong turned "tsk" regretfully, raised his hand and waved across the partition: "Good night!"

Han Muzhao took out the eye mask and earplugs, and said sullenly, "Good night, brother!"

Quan Zhilong chuckled, and after a long time he straightened up slightly, raised his head and looked towards Han Muzhao, who was already asleep.

At this time, all the lights in the cabin have been turned off, only a row of very dim warm lights, just enough to see Han Muzhao's face wearing a blindfold.

Quan Zhilong just stared at it for a long time, then sat back on his seat, put on the blindfold with a smile on his mouth, and fell asleep contentedly.

If this behavior is known to others, they will call him a pervert, and he will be happy for a long time to see the little girl's sleeping face.

After a long flight, the plane finally arrived in the sky over Cuba. Han Muzhao was flipping through the Cuban travel guide to find out where he could get a portable wifi and a phone card for convenient communication. Quan Zhilong took a look and said, "My friend came here once. It's familiar, don't worry."

Han Muzhao remembered being framed by him again, turned his head and gave him a look, Quan Zhilong smiled and said, "What's wrong?"

"Sister Jon is with his boyfriend, and you don't want to play with us, did you already know?"

Of course Quan Zhilong would not admit it: "I only know about it if you tell me."

Han Muzhao saw his smug face, obviously he knew it, she said, "Aren't you afraid of being followed by illegitimate students? Are you not afraid of being photographed?"

"If you can take pictures, you can take pictures. What's wrong with playing with friends?" He paused: "Don't worry, Jon just doesn't stay in the same hotel with us. I'll go and tell her that it's good to play together."

"Brother, tell me! There must be fans of you in Cuba!"

Quan Zhilong chuckled lightly: "Okay, I'll go."

After the plane landed, a group of people got their luggage and took the pre-booked business car to the hotel. This hotel is in the center of Cuba, and the decoration style is the same as that of the city of Cuba, with a strong ancient Babylonian style.

Han Muzhao lived in a suite, with a small living room outside and a bedroom with a bathroom inside.

The first thing she did when she arrived at the hotel was to put on the sheet and quilt she brought, then packed her luggage, took a shower, put on a top and shorts again, and waited for Quan Zhilong to come to her with her slippers on. eat lunch.

Quan Zhilong changed into a pair of floral shorts and a white top that looked very vacation-like, and a sun hat. He looked unshaven, and he couldn't tell that he was Quan Zhilong unless he looked carefully.

Han Muzhao walked behind Quan Zhilong. He was not far or close to him. A group of men walked in front, and she was the only girl behind. Not to mention her figure was very attractive. Can't even recognize who she is.

So Han Muzhao was accosted.

The person who came was a white man. He glanced up and down at her first, then stepped forward to block her way, and said in English: "Hi beautiful lady, can I invite you to have a drink?"

The white man was very big, 1.9 meters tall. Han Muzhao, who was 1.7 meters [-], stood in front of him like a little chicken. She waved her hand and said, "I'm sorry, my friend is still waiting for me."

Although Quan Zhilong was walking in front, he would turn his head from time to time to see if Han Muzhao was following well. This time when he turned around, he saw that Han Muzhao was stopped by someone, so he hurried back with his manager.

The big white man was also very knowledgeable, and after seeing Han Muzhao's friend, he felt sorry for him and left.

Quan Zhilong didn't let her follow alone this time, but let her walk in front, and everyone followed behind her.

Han Muzhao looked at the street scene along the way, and the children playing happily on the road, and felt that their smiles were really clean and innocent.

This road is a cobblestone road, with Cuban characteristic buildings on both sides of the road, which is very suitable for taking pictures, but when Han Muzhao thought of the large group of men behind him, he was a little embarrassed to stop and ask someone to help take pictures.

At this moment, Quan Zhilong stopped her and said, "Mumu! Come here!"

Han Muzhao turned around and walked to Quan Zhilong, he handed over his mobile phone: "Take a picture for me."

The manager on the side stepped back silently, treating himself as an invisible person, and called other people around to stand not far away to chat.

Han Muzhao took some pictures for him, Quan Zhilong said, "Do you want to take pictures?"

Han Muzhao nodded quickly, and chose a place to stand and pose. Quan Zhilong played the role of photographer very dedicatedly, and finally instructed Han Muzhao how to take pictures, but his own image was not very good, either squatting or splitting, Han Muzhao Almost got amused.

When we arrived at the restaurant, it was already past the lunch time, and there were not many people. The store put together a big table, and Han Muzhao sat beside Quan Zhilong, looking at his phone while waiting for the person opposite to order.

Quan Zhilong had already sent her the photo he took just now, and it was even better than expected, but he couldn't post it on ins.

Quan Zhilong just put it on his own trumpet, and even had a photo with Han Muzhao.

Han Muzhao disapproved after brushing it up and said, "Brother, why don't you just post your own photo?"

"The trumpet is all friends, it's okay." Quan Zhilong also replied to a friend's comment at this time: "I won't post it on the big account, you can post photos."

"But isn't my brother's ins stolen and made public?"

Thinking of that, Quan Zhilong paused: "It won't be stolen again, don't worry."

Han Muzhao didn't speak any more, and she didn't send anything to her account, she swiped her phone for a while and waited for lunch.

The lunch here in Cuba still has local characteristics, but Han Muzhao is not used to this taste, she didn't eat much, Quan Zhilong has been paying attention to Han Muzhao's condition, and asked her in a low voice: "Is it not to your liking?"

Han Muzhao nodded and thought for a while: "I want to eat ice cream."

Quanzhi Longwen put down the knife and fork in his hand, wiped his mouth with a napkin: "I'll help you buy it, wait a minute."

After finishing speaking, he stood up and asked his manager to go to the mobile food truck not far from the restaurant to buy ice cream and take it back, one for each person, only Han Muzhao's is Shuangpin flavor, half fresh milk and half strawberry.

Everyone at the table was booing, Quan Zhilong laughed and quarreled with them, while Han Muzhao automatically ignored those voices and concentrated on eating ice cream.

She has a habit of eating ice cream. She likes to melt it with her tongue instead of biting it with her teeth. Quan Zhilong just watched Han Muzhao sipping the ice cream again and again, thinking about it inappropriately.

He coughed dryly, feeling that his reaction was a little too big, since Xiang Han Muzhao reaffirmed his mind, he has been solving it by himself, and it seems that it is still not enough.

Watching Han Muzhao eat ice cream, he can think of other places.

After lunch, the temperature in Cuba was the highest during the day. The group found a coffee shop and sat and chatted scatteredly.

But they avoided Han Muzhao and Quan Zhilong with winks.

The two of them sat together and didn't talk much, but looked at their mobile phones. Even if they didn't talk, they didn't feel any embarrassment, as if they were already familiar with each other's existence, getting along naturally.