Your brain just broke!

[Laughs. 】

[If the game is not fun, what game to play. 】

[The host doesn't play games when he sees it. 】

[Game YYDS! 】

[The last time I heard such reasonable words was the last time. 】

[Listening to what you say is like listening to what you say. 】

…………

The host was stunned for a while, laughed awkwardly, looked at Lu Liancha quickly, and asked, "Where's Liancha?"

"Does Lian Cha like playing games?"

Lu Liancha shook her head: "I don't like it very much."

"Did you play games together during the recording of Happy Life 2?"

"Is digging sweet potatoes a game?"

"Not counting, did you play mobile games together?"

The host chatted with Lu Liancha, asking and answering.

Mu Ran took a sip of water, looked up, and saw the sweaty director team, Wang Huo, and Xie Zeyao with a stinky face.

He blinked at Xie Zeyao, Xie Zeyao twitched the corners of his mouth, his face looked a little better.

The host looked at the time and said, "Next are the ten questions that netizens most want to know the answers to."

"Lian Cha and Mu Ran have to answer together."

"Question 1, what is the relationship between Lu Liancha and Muran?"

Mu Ran said truthfully, "Friend."

Lu Liancha rolled her eyes: "It's really just a simple good friend."

[I seem to understand something. 】

【Understood. 】

[? ? ?Am I the only one who doesn't understand? 】

[Lu Liancha will not let go of a good 1, so Mu Ran is not a 1! 】

…………

"Question 2, was there anything memorable that happened during the recording of the show?"

Lu Liancha nodded.

Mu Ran thought about it, and there seemed to be nothing particularly memorable.

Seeing this, the host asked: "Can you tell me what Lian Cha is?"

Lu Liancha waved his hand: "This question is not one of the ten questions that netizens most want to know."

host:"……"

Lu Liancha: "Next question."

The live broadcast was Lu Liancha's home game, and the next few questions were all about Lu Liancha. Mu Ran ate the snacks on the table and calmly started to fish.

"Okay, one last question..."

Seeing the content of the question, the host paused and glanced at the director group.

The director team was being lectured by Wang Huo, so they didn't notice the host's eyes asking for help.

The host took a sip of water, delaying time, seeing the barrage urging frantically, but the director team didn't care about him, so he gritted his teeth and continued, "The last question is about Muran."

"You once mentioned on the show that you are considered married. Netizens want to know what this 'count' means?"

Mu Ran was stunned.

The smile on the corner of Lu Liancha's mouth disappeared suddenly, and his face changed slightly.

[Fuck, did you ask a question that shouldn't be asked? 】

[The host is so daring. 】

[I don’t understand, is there anything I can’t ask about this question? 】

[I feel like there's some big gossip, it's rare to see Lian Cha change his face. 】

Mu Ran hesitated for a moment: "Probably—"

Lu Liancha interrupted: "It's like being engaged but not married."

He smiled and said to the camera: "It's not considered a serious marriage, it might break up right away."

Although these words were said to the camera, Xie Zeyao and others were standing behind the camera, looking as if they were speaking specifically to him.

Xie Zeyao's face turned darker.

The director group who had just returned to their seats was called over by Wang Huo again.

Mu Ran thought for a while, and added: "It's similar to what Lian Cha said, we haven't held a banquet yet."

[No banquet means that you have received a certificate? 】

[Why do you feel like an insider when you hear this? 】

[Fuck, you two won't be together, will you? ! 】

[Friends don't mean boyfriends, do they? 】

[This is my respect for CP first. 】

…………

Seeing the barrage of knocking cp, Lu Liancha was speechless, and couldn't help but say, "Don't talk nonsense!"

"Sisters grind hard, the sky strikes with lightning!"

Mu Ran: "..."

The host struggled to smile, afraid that the live broadcast room would be blocked, and hurried to the next step: "Can Lian Cha reveal some interesting stories that have not been edited?"

"Let everyone guess who did it?"

Lu Liancha let out a sigh: "The ones that haven't been cut out shouldn't be interesting."

host:"……"

So the two-hour live broadcast was originally scheduled, but because one was not allowed to ask random questions, and the other had to talk nonsense, the time was cut in half and ended in one hour.

After the live broadcast, Mu Ran followed Lu Liancha to the dressing room to remove her makeup.

Xi Tong personally helped Mu Ran remove her make-up. While removing it, she lowered her voice and said to Lu Liancha, "Brother, please stop talking nonsense when we broadcast live in the future!"

"You don't want to hang out, I still want to hang out!"

Lu Liancha patted him on the shoulder: "Oh, you're not an employee of Yaoxing, so what's the matter?"

Xi Tong opened his mouth, swallowed the words in his mouth, and changed his words: "President Wang of Bihuo and Mr. Xie always have a good relationship."

Lu Liancha: "I know, I know."

As soon as the words fell, Lu Liancha was dragged by Fan Pai to the dressing room next door.

Fan sent all the makeup artists and stylists out and locked the door.

Lu Liancha looked at him inexplicably: "What's the matter, Brother Fan?"

Fan Pai sat down on the chair, stared closely at Lu Liancha's eyes, and warned, "Stay away from Muran from now on."

Lu Liancha was at a loss: "Ah? Didn't you let me learn from him before?"

"That's why I underestimated Mr. Xie's brotherhood with Mr. Wang." Fan Pai said.

Lu Liancha: "???"

Fan Pai explained in a low voice: "Mr. Xie and Mr. Wang were watching the live broadcast just now, and I can see it clearly."

"When Mr. Wang vented his anger on the director team because of Mu Ran, Mr. Xie's face turned black!"

Fan Pai clicked his tongue a few times: "This kid Mu Ran has some tricks. He has made Mr. Wang so obsessed. Mr. Xie may decide to clean up Mu Ran and let him have a long memory."

"Don't get too close to Mu Ran during this time."

Lu Liancha: "..."

"Brother Fan, it's a pity that you don't become a screenwriter with your brain power."

Fan Pai glared at him: "Just follow my instructions and do as you please!"

"Mr. Xie seems to be looking at my profile these two days." He paused, winking at Lu Liancha ambiguously, "I guess he will come to me for help soon."

Lu Liancha: "..."

"Brother Fan, do you know what else you are short of?"

Fan Pai thought he had figured it out, and immediately said, "Is there a shortage of people?"

"If you want, I will take you to see Mr. Xie at the New Year's Day dinner in a few days."

Lu Liancha: "...I mean, you still lack self-knowledge."

Fan Pai: "..."

Lu Liancha: "Do you know what it means to know yourself?"

"It is to correctly understand your own situation, understand the advantages and disadvantages."

"Did you learn it in junior high school?"

*****

After Mu Ran took off her makeup, when she and Xi Tong left the dressing room, they bumped into the furious Fan Pai.

Fan Pai gave them a hard look, turned and left.

Xi Tong looked at his back and wondered, "How did this pimp change his face so quickly?"

"Some time ago, you came up to say hello with a stern face, but today you are still staring at us?"

Mu Ran snorted, and said casually, "Maybe he found the doctor he was asked to see before. The doctor probably saw his mental illness."

Speaking of doctors, Xi Tong looked at Muran and asked, "What did your attending doctor in Langfeng say?"

Mu Ran: "It is said that part of my congestion has been absorbed. The specific situation still depends on the follow-up treatment."

Xi Tong breathed a sigh of relief, finally seeing hope.

"When will you go to the hospital next time?"

"In two days, the doctor seems to be off for Christmas."

…………

Walking to the parking lot, Xie Zeyao was already waiting in the car.

Mu Ran waved to Xi Tong, got into the co-pilot, and fastened his seat belt.

"Let's go."

Xie Zeyao didn't start the car, but held his hand.

Mu Ran tilted her head: "What's wrong?"

Xie Zeyao pursed his lips: "Just now..."

Mu Ran waited for a while, but Xie Zeyao didn't say the second half of the sentence.

He tentatively added: "Just now my parents found out that you kidnapped me to bed?"

Xie Zeyao: "...No, the live broadcast just now... will not happen again in the future."

Mu Ran was a little confused: "What happened to the live broadcast just now?"

Xie Zeyao lowered his eyes: "What questions the host asked will never happen again in the future."

Mu Ran thought for a while, then asked slowly: "Do you mean the one who got married?"

"Didn't we take wedding photos in Las Vegas?"

Xie Zeyao flexed his fingers, clenched his hand, and hummed slowly.

Six months ago, Xie Zeyao and Mu Ran traveled to Las Vegas.

At night, the two ordered a wedding photography package at the registration office near the hotel, and then the two signed, went to church to swear, exchanged rings, and took pictures...

From Xie Zeyao's proposal to the end of filming, it only took an hour.

When leaving the church, Mu Ran asked, "Where's the document you signed just now?"

Xie Zeyao didn't change his face: "I didn't take it."

Mu Ran frowned slightly: "Then let's go back and get it."

Xie Zeyao stopped him: "It's okay, the photo is here."

After returning home, Mu Ran found that Xie Zeyao's state was still a little bit wrong.

He seriously recalled that since he met his aunt alone a few days ago, Xie Zeyao became a little strange.

Mu Ran clicked on my aunt's WeChat, and asked straight to the point: [Auntie, what did you say to Xie Zeyao last time? 】

【He's been a little strange these two days. 】

Q: [I didn't say anything, I simply talked about your affairs. 】

Mu Ran: [What's my business? 】

Q: [Christmas the day after tomorrow, have a meal together?Call Xie Zeyao's parents? 】

Seeing the food, Mu Ran was immediately distracted: [Okay. 】

【What to eat? 】

Q: [French food, the chef still owes me a meal. 】

Mu Ran: [I will help you get back your money! 】

*****

Christmas night

When Mu Ran and Xie Zeyao arrived at the French restaurant, Qu Wan had already chatted happily with Mr. Xie and Ms. Fang.

When everyone arrived, Qu Wan signaled the waiter to start serving the dishes.

Ms. Fang and Qu Wan chatted about various topics, from the company, politics to beauty, fashion, etc. Xie Zeyao and Mr. Xie echoed from time to time.

Mu Ran still ate hard, the portion of a French meal is not much, but a set of dishes can satisfy the needs of most people.

As a minority, Mu Ran ate one set after another, until the chef came out at the end.

The chef greeted Qu Wan, and then asked Mu Ran in broken Chinese: "How is it?"

Mu Ran put down the knife and fork, nodded, "It's delicious."

"Any more?"

"And again."

Mu Ran nodded, got up and went to the bathroom.

When I went back, I found someone hiding behind a potted plant, holding a camera and taking pictures of Xie Zeyao.

Mu Ran glanced at him, stepped forward and said, "Hello."

The man was startled, turned around and ran away holding the camera.

Mu Ran frowned, returned to his seat, and talked about it.

The smile on Qu Wan's face faded: "Have the paparazzi followed here?"

Xie Zeyao pursed his lips: "I will take care of it."

Mr. Xie was a little puzzled: "Of course he wasn't there just now, who is he photographing?"

Xie Zeyao: "Shoot me."

Mr. Xie glanced at him: "What do you want to shoot?"

Xie Zeyao said flatly: "I, President Yaoxing."

Mr. Xie sneered: "I, the Emperor Yaoxing."

Xie Zeyao: "..."

"The paparazzi may be secretly photographing you."

Mr. Xie put down his glass: "I've been doing well all my life, and I've never had gossip. How could the paparazzi shoot me?"

"Xie Zeyao, you have to reflect on yourself."

Xie Zeyao: "...you are blaming the victim."

Mr. Xie: "I told you to always remember your identity."

Listening to the bickering between the father and son, Mu Ran happily ate several more dishes.

Qu Wan kept paying attention to Mu Ran, seeing that he was in a normal state, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

After eating, she said goodbye to Mr. Xie and Ms. Fang, pulled Mu Ran aside, straightened his scarf, and asked casually, "How are you and Xie Zeyao lately?"

Mu Ran nodded: "Very good."

Qu Wan smiled slightly: "Then I can rest assured."

"I'll go back to the company tomorrow."

Mu Ran was stunned for a moment: "Is it so fast?"

"Originally, when I returned to China, I was just dealing with official business," Qu Wan patted his head, and said softly, "Come and see me when you recover from your illness."

Mu Ran tugged at her sleeve, and said slowly, "Auntie, you can never make money."

Qu Wan raised her red lips, and said helplessly, "You really don't look like your sister, why do you look like your brother-in-law?"

"Like my sister, what I enjoy is not making money, but the process of making money, understand?"

Mu Ran shook his head: "I don't understand."

Isn't the process of making money just suffering?

Qu Wan smiled: "The company has me, don't worry."

Mu Ran responded, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Auntie, I think I won't be filming after a while."

Qu Wan nodded: "Okay."

Mu Ran whispered: "Then what should I do? Is it not good to eat, drink and have fun all day?"

Qu Wan couldn't help pinching his face: "Do what you want to do, what you like to do."

"Don't care what other people think, they don't deserve it."

Mu Ran nodded obediently: "Okay."

"If you're bored at home alone, go to the company to find Xie Zeyao." Qu Wan paused, and then said kindly, "If Xie Zeyao is busy, you can also play games live. I think you have quite a lot of fans on Weibo."

After chatting for a while, Qu Wan glanced at the time: "I'm leaving first, remember to call me if you need anything."

"Okay, goodbye, auntie."

at night

After Mu Ran washed up, she said to Xie Zeyao, "Brother, I plan to stop filming."

Xie Zeyao didn't think too much, and asked, "Do you want to make a movie? Or record a variety show?"

"No," Mu Ran shook his head, "I mean quit the industry, I won't be in the entertainment industry anymore."

Xie Zeyao paused with his fingertips, and looked up at him: "Is that what Auntie meant?"

"no."

Mu Ran was a little puzzled: "I didn't want to, I just confirmed this matter after talking with my aunt."

Xie Zeyao frowned slightly: "But you like acting."

Mu Ran was even more puzzled: "Who said that?"

"Am I a bitch? Would you like to work?"

Xie Zeyao: "..."

After a long silence, he asked slowly, "Don't you like acting?"

Mu Ran: "I don't like it."

Xie Zeyao pursed his lips: "Then why do you have to film every year..."

Mu Ran said as a matter of course: "Make money."

On the other hand, he also has a little social need. He meets people by the way during filming every year. Of course, the most important thing is that he is paid a lot for the film.

Xie Zeyao lowered his eyes and fell into deep thought.

He was doubting whether he really understood Mu Ran.

If he didn't understand, he definitely thought that Mu Ran didn't like acting or the entertainment industry at first.

If he knew, he later thought that Mu Ran liked acting and the entertainment industry.

Is he a little... overthinking?

sleepless night

The next morning, Xie Zeyao walked into the office with two dark circles under his eyes.

The male secretary knocked on the door frightenedly, and said in a low voice, "Mr. Xie, yes, there is news."

Xie Zeyao rolled his eyelids: "What news?"

Male secretary: "Xiang Gang's son."

"where?"

"Security room."