The days of frying CP with the enemy

"He Xingci, go to the hall, Director Fang has something to do with us. Change clothes, we need to be on camera."

Mo Ran unscrewed the doorknob, and through the gap, he saw He Xingci holding the phone back with his claws in a guilty conscience.What are you doing outrageously again?

Mo Ran guessed correctly this time, He Xingci was really doing something shameful.

He Xing resigned: "I know... I know, you go first and tell Director Fang that I will be there soon."

Of course he was afraid of letting Mo Ran find out, if he knew that he had the shameful name of "Mo Ran's hand-picked wife", it would be better to die.

After covering his vest and changing into light-colored casual clothes, he went downstairs.

Mo Ran waited for him at the corner of the stairs, glanced at the protruding collarbone of the man, from bottom to top to the white and tender face full of confusion.

He explained: "Oh.. we'd better go down together. Let's go."

He Xingci picked up his collar in discomfort, why is this dress a bit awkward?He said he knew, holding the stairs and going down with Mo Ran.

The hall fell silent instantly, and stared at the "pair" of men with bated breath.What kind of fairy face value is this?

The little brother carrying the camera is shaking, why can there be a man so good-looking.

The dark blue shirt is pinned with a golden custom badge, which complements each other with luxury and low-key.Mo Ran's deep temperament has lost a lot of vigor under He Xingci's casual and ingenious youthful casual attire.

Only two words can pop out of people's minds - complementary.

Just let people get along with Mo Ran, no one in the room dared to joke with a hippie smile.The so-called one thing down one thing, the arrival of He Xingci seems to be here to down the ink.

Regardless of the people who made up a lot of brains, He Xingci bowed his head and smiled politely, followed behind Mo Ran, and sat on the dark brown sofa on the left.

The hosts are the director and two aging national champions.

Fang Dao swallowed his saliva, looking like a little parent.You can't be obsessed with beauty, you have to do business!He said in a straight voice: "I take the liberty of calling everyone here to announce something."

"Huh? What's the matter?" Everyone was curious.

The remaining two world champions sitting in the main seat supported each other and stood up, their temples were slightly graying.

The two of them came to participate in the show, and it was Lao Wang who asked them to come.Physical fitness is really good among peers, but it is far behind young people.

One of them smiled: "The two of us can't keep up physically, so we decided to quit. There will be two more people to replace us. You have to have fun."

Except for Fang Dao, the rest of the people didn't expect it.

He Xingci was also quite surprised.He pursed his lower lip tightly, and after spending a short time with the two old men, he was very envious of their respectful relationship.

His parents' relationship is also so good. What makes He Xingci feel inadequate is that his parents adopted a free-range model after giving birth to him.For two or three days, I either stay in other places or go abroad.This made him develop the habit of not telling his parents about anything, and he gritted his teeth and resisted everything.

The material conditions his parents can give him are very good, and they can't say they don't love him, but he envies a family where three people can travel together.

He never complained, but it's not too much to look forward to, right?

There was a cold feeling on the fingertips, and the back of Mo Ran's hand rubbed against his fingers.He Xingci looked at Mo Ran subconsciously, and the lights rendered his profile, outlining his perfect self.

What about ink burning?Will ink burn also look forward to these?Or he already got everything, no need to yearn for it.