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The end of the year is approaching, and the temperature is getting lower and lower. Jiang He doesn't like winter very much. He is not at all tempted by the season of snow-white ice flowers. When he goes out, his hat is covered with crystal clear snow. When saying hello, add a sentence that it's snowing for the first time today!As if it was some terrible day, Jiang He couldn't understand it, and shook off the water droplets on his hat.

He has a one-man commercial shoot today.

Because I was busy with training a while ago, I basically stayed up late every day. Although I used to stay up every day, it was not to such an extent that I wasted so much on replaying the game day and night. Jiang He even had two small pimples on his forehead.

He was bored playing with his mobile phone when a blue WeChat message popped up suddenly.

[Blue: Crane God!Happy First Snow! ! ! ! 】

[Jiang He: . . . . 】

[Blue: Why do you feel that you are not interested? 】

[Jiang He: . . .Is it necessary to have a high quality? 】

[Blue: Sure enough, older people don't understand these romances]

"Lanlan, are you looking for death?" Crane God said with a blank expression as he pressed the voice button.

It's just a snowfall, which happens every year, so there's nothing to be excited about.

Jiang He's eyes were a little sour, and he felt a little uncomfortable when his warm eyelids were pressed against his eyeballs.Although Jiang He resisted makeup, he had to admit that when the gentle brush was scraping his face, it was still very soft and comfortable.

Thinking of this, Jiang He narrowed his eyes in a daze.

He was woken up by the sound of people talking, chirping in and out of his ears, so disturbing that Jiang He couldn't sleep well.He frowned slightly, opened his eyes, and the sound of discussion in his ears still kept coming, passing into his ears intermittently.

"Huan Shen is here...how come?"

"I'm more handsome in real life than on my phone..."

"Can I have an autograph?"

Jiang He's eyes gradually became clear.

Yuan Huanqian is here?

At this moment, the door of the dressing room was suddenly opened, and Yuan Huanxuan came in with a cool breeze.

He has a tall frame, wearing a padded jacket of a certain sports brand, with a blue sweater and hat exposed, and he looks full of youthfulness. When he sees Jiang He, he has a bright smile and a row of big white teeth. , very sunny.

Jiang He heard a few staff behind him exclaim in a low voice, how handsome.

Jiang He glared at him: "Don't laugh like a male peacock courting a mate."

Fucking Yuan Huanqi is the best.

"I found you, brother, happy Chuxue."

Yuan Huan Que's eyes were bright, but Jiang He was slightly taken aback.

The first snow of the year covered the houses with a lovely white roof, and the snowflakes were deposited in the quiet darkness and fell rustlingly.

It was like a beautiful firework being blown into Jiang He's ears, and a lot of bright light fell down in small pieces. He suddenly understood that Chuxue is very meaningful when there are people who can't wait to run over to meet.

"En." Jiang He glanced at the beginning and said in a low voice.

Yuan Huanxuan had a very happy chat with several staff members in charge of photography, so he sneaked into Jiang He's studio very smoothly. Because time was tight, Jiang He was pushed into the clothing room before he had time to talk to him. Went to change clothes.

Jiang He is shooting a magazine cover for a brand today. This brand is a well-known and old brand, known for its exaggerated style. No more experience.

The movement of him pushing open the door of the changing room was a bit awkward. He originally wanted to ask if there was something wrong with the big cut at the waist of the suit, and who could wear it out after being designed like this, but considering that he only needed money to do things, he kept his mouth shut .

What made Jiang He even more uncomfortable was Yuan Huanqi standing behind the camera.

And this wasn't the usual Yuan Huan Que's gaze, it was Jiang He who clearly knew that Yuan Huan Que liked him, and everything seemed to be intriguing.

Jiang He made a few movements stiffly, the photographer raised his hand and said, "God Crane, just relax a little bit."

Damn, wearing weird clothes and posing in a contrived pose in front of Yuan Huan Que, it's so psychedelic no matter how you think about it.

Jiang He pursed his lips and gave a low acknowledgment.

In fact, he wanted to ask Yuan Huanxuan if he could get out first and not disturb his filming.

But Jiang He's irritability is irritability, the effect of that face is still very good.

Jiang Hesheng is actually very delicate, his face is the size of a palm, his pupils are beautiful peach blossoms, he looks like a lazy cat when he is frivolous, his temperament is alienated and deserted, his beauty is very aggressive, domineering and sharp.The loose clothes were put on his slender body, and some delicate designs revealed his snow-white waist, butterfly bone on the back, and round shoulders.The photographer was still very professional, and captured several well-composed photos from Jiang He's embarrassing movements.

The whole morning's filming ended after one o'clock. When Jiang He came out after changing his clothes, Yuan Huanque was still standing behind the camera, chatting with a lady from the scene, making the other party tremble with laughter.

Jiang He frowned slightly.

Don't dare to put it here for a whole morning to see yourself?The way I just did not dare to straighten my back because of his embarrassment was quite stupid.

Oh shit!

"The Crane God has come out." The lady in charge pointed to Jiang He, and Yuan Huanqian looked along and saw Jiang He with a very unhappy expression. He approached him with a smile, and called, "Brother~"

Jiang He ignored him and walked straight to the lounge. Yuan Huan Que followed Jiang He and said courteously:

"What's the matter? Are you hungry?"

"Are you thirsty? Will you buy milk tea later?"

"Are you too tired from filming? Let me treat you to dinner."

"Brother, I bought a movie ticket, do you want to go to the movie later this afternoon?"

Jiang He picked up the coat he had put on the stool, turned around and was about to go out of the lounge. Yuan Huanque reached out to hold his arm and asked:

"Why are you angry again?"

"Not angry."

Yuan Huanqu hurriedly followed his footsteps: "Why are you ignoring me if you're not angry?"

"You look annoying."

"Don't worry, it's cold today, let's go eat hot pot together! OK?"

"I don't want to eat hot pot."

"Then what do you want to eat? Let's go eat whatever."

"Do not want to."

"You should go with me."

Jiang He glanced at him sideways, and snorted unhappily: "Why do you want me to accompany you? Aren't you accompanied by many people?"

Yuan Huan asked innocently.

Jiang He felt more like an idiot.

Yuan Huan's car was parked downstairs, and seeing that the two of them were about to reach the parking lot, Jiang He was still fierce and refused to let go.

He pursed his lips and softened his tone: "Come with me, please."

Jiang He's head went numb from his coquettish tone, and he said in disgust, "Don't be such a motherfucker?"

"Brother~"

"You're a fucking coquette, aren't you?"

Jiang He silently opened the door of Yuan Huan Que's passenger seat, and just missed his smirk. Jiang He is a typical person who takes soft things but not strong ones. Dried peppers under the sun, don't choke until you can't speak, don't let it go, if Yuan Huanxuan softens with him, he will be scolded, and he can achieve his goal.

Yuan Huanqu turned the steering wheel with one hand, turned to Jiang He and asked, "Brother, what do you want to eat?"

"Whatever, starved to death."

Crane God is more likely to be ignited when he is hungry, Yuan Huanque coaxed patiently: "Then let's go eat something full."

The car slowly drove out of the basement, and there was still snow falling outside, which fell on the glass window and was pushed away by the windshield wiper.

Jiang He muttered, "I want to eat hot pot."

"Then eat hot pot."

"Then what are your plans for the afternoon? Can you go to the movies with me?"

Jiang He glanced at him: "You've bought all the tickets, so do you care about my arrangements?"

Yuan Huan Que chuckled: "If you don't have time, I'll go see it alone."

"Tch, it's so pitiful."

"It's very pitiful." Yuan Huanque took advantage of the red light and blinked at Jiang He, his look seemed innocent no matter what.

Jiang He sneered coldly: "Pretend, you can pretend."

Today is the weekend, and the hot pot restaurant is crowded, but there are a few small boxes with relatively high prices in this restaurant, and the two of them comfortably slipped into it.

"It's been a long time since I went out to eat with you."

"Didn't you last time at the beach?"

"It's not eating alone."

The temperature in the room was relatively high, and the air was filled with the very fragrant smell of cumin and Chinese prickly ash. Jiang He took off his coat, and inside was a somewhat loose gray sweater. Come and give me a hand.

Jiang He raised his eyes.

Yuan Huan Que was lowering his head and carefully helping himself to roll up the sleeves of his sweater, revealing his slender white wrist. His thumb was gently pressing Jiang He's protruding bone. The temperature was transmitted with the skin contact, and it was hard to tell for a while. Whose hands are hotter? With a pair of eyes staring at Jiang He's bony fingers, Yuan Huanqian spoke softly:

"No wonder everyone says that the Crane God is holding hands to commit murder."

Jiang He's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly stuffed the menu into Yuan Huan's hand: "I'm done ordering."

After checking out a few dishes, Yuan Huanxuan handed over the menu to the waiter, and poured Jiang He a cup of hot tea.

"Drink something warm first, it's too cold today."

The barley of different shapes in the teacup was rolled by the hot water, emitting a tangy fragrance, and the small box was softly enveloped by warm air, making the whole person unable to help but relax.

"It's cold and it won't snow much, and it will all melt tomorrow."

"that would be great."

Jiang He held the hot tea, his fingertips were slightly red from the heat: "Rongxue is freezing to death, what's the matter?"

"Then the only snow day this year, you stayed with me."

Not only the fingertips, but also the earlobes are slightly red.

"It's so fucking disgusting..."

"Is it gross?" Yuan Huanqu rubbed his chin with the tip of his index finger, thoughtfully, "How did I chase the person I like on Baidu yesterday? They always said that I wanted to talk about romance."

Jiang He paused, then raised his eyes: "Do you think I'm someone who would follow this pattern?"

"It's not like." Yuan Huan Que said seriously, "You only eat the trick of acting like a baby."

After a while, Jiang He choked out a sentence: "I'll fuck your mother..."