The days of frying CP with the enemy

His dark chestnut hair, which had been dyed for a while, gradually faded to blonde. After dinner, He Xingci sat alone on the swing, holding a mirror in his hand to look at his hair.Perfectly inheriting Rongyue's self-rolled curls, he tied up a little chirp and swayed at the end of his hair. When the wind blew, the tail of his hair spread out, cute like the tail of a little teddy dog.

Looking at it, he smiled smugly to himself.

"Ah Choo..." The malicious cold wind hit, he put the mirror on and looked up at the graceful golden moonlight.like the color of his hair. "It's really cold today..." She folded her arms and shivered.

"Too little to wear."

He Xingci squinted his eyes as he covered his shoulders with a mint scented jacket, feeling much warmer. After enjoying the warmth, he realized something was wrong.

Without further ado, He Xingci jumped off the swing, and Qingshui's snot appeared at the same moment.The fever subsided and I started to catch a cold.Small pimples appeared on the skin as white as snow, and the wind was blowing under his feet, and he didn't know whether it was the cold wind or the ink burning.

The black thin jacket fell alone on the concrete floor.

The swing is getting smaller and smaller.

Luo Ran picked up the clothes, patted them in astonishment, what happened to Xing Ci?Why don't you look at him and leave?

This is Mo Ran's clothes...that's right...Isn't he and Mo Ran that kind of relationship?

He Xingci rushed back to the room angrily, opened the door forcefully, and met Mo Ran's eyes unsuspectingly when he opened the door.

Damn, isn't the way he opened it right?Mo Ran was still covering himself downstairs 1 minute ago? !

Fly back with wings?

I yelled in my heart, and pretended to be calm: "You... have been here all this time?"

Mo Ran nodded of course: "Yes." The man was in the room, and he saw all the scene downstairs in his eyes.

Oh...the one who covered him was not Mo Ran, he said, his voice was a bit weird.

The voice of ink burning is close to the low-pitched lion, low-pitched and wild.It's not too much to be named "Asia's most handsome artist in the past ten years". This man is as perfect as a work of art from head to toe, and he is noble and refined.

No one knew that the heart hidden beneath Noble was only beating violently for another person who stood at the top of the entertainment circle.

Xiao Zha Mao suddenly realized from this incident that all of this was his one-man show.

Mo Ran can be good to him, and he can have a good chat with Yu Zhenqi.

The "wholesale" Mo Ran's friendliness once stunned He Xingci's confused little head, and he thought about it himself, and then he felt that Mo Ran had unreasonable thoughts.

This person with unreasonable thoughts is probably not Mo Ran.

But...

Impossible impossible!How could it be me!

"I thought..." Half of the words came back to his throat, he cleared his throat, the thick nasal voice sounded coquettish in disguise, extremely soft: "It's nothing, I'm going to take a shower and go to bed, you go first?"

I don't know that Mo Ran, who has been entangled in his head for a long time to make this calm appearance, is not slow enough to ignore his sounding good mood.

He didn't think about it:

"Together."

He Xingci: "..."

It's just "mo-burning wholesale friendly", nothing else.

"If you dare, let's come together." He Xingci blurted out words that made people's blood spurt even more, to prove that he was not a naughty waste in his mind and had no other meaning.

Shouldn't this be the case between brothers?

Bah, bah, bah, between the "brothers" in front of the camera.

With a guilty conscience, Xiao Mao's thoughts changed one after another, and all the changeable expressions were captured in the afterglow of the ink.He was defeated first, compared to the hooligans, he must lose, before Mo Ran said any "words of tiger and wolf", he slipped to the bathroom with a towel in his arms.

Turn the water to the loudest to cover up the sound of your heartbeat.

Live to be 27 years old, blushing innocently like a high school student, He Xingci, you are really no joke!

The bathtub was full of hot water, and He Xingci lay down naked, and the water filled the air, extending to the pure white tiles.

At the end of a busy day, the only time when you are not captured by the camera or facing other people is the most comfortable time.In the past, he didn't feel tired when filming, but filming a variety show involved his exhaustion.

The waterproof pad is held in hand.

With his slender and beautiful hands raised above the water, He Xingci discussed with Nan Yan about the new script with great interest.

Now in August, the filming of "National Idol Goes Wandering" can be finished within two months.

After charging and resting for half a month, he plans to take on a suspenseful movie.

He Xingci: Nanyan, do you have any good scripts recently?

In order to eliminate the negative news that He Xingci did not exist, Nanyan has returned to the company, and began to hand over positions to the public relations department, and personally stepped down as a gold medal manager.

At this moment, as far as the eye could see, the lights were brightly lit everywhere in the city, and the only silence in the company building was his typing on the keyboard.

Nan Yan bit into a piece of bread, and only ate until now: Yes, there are many, including ancient costumes, modern times, and heroines.

The long legs rested on the edge of the bathtub, and He Xingci buried a little.The long curly black eyelashes moved rhythmically a few times, and the curvature was enough to make the small water droplets roll down mischievously.

He didn't want to take what he had already taken.

He Xingci: [Sword] I want suspense!

"Ahem..." Bread crumbs rolled into his nose very unfriendlyly, and Nan Yan relied on mineral water to continue his life.

Nan Yan: The situation is grim. It’s not good for you to accept suspense. It’s very difficult. Oh no, it’s basically impossible to pass the review in a short time.Suspense movies have been like this all these years, you can change it.

Nanyan speaks well, and He Xingci also understands it.

In recent years, the system has become more and more stringent. Cartoons with dyed hair will be reported by some parents to be taken off the shelves.

He Xingci: It's okay, as long as I can order it for some people to see, if it's not possible, I will go out and sell the movie DVD myself. How about taking it home for nine yuan?

Pfft, Nan Yan propped his temples and smiled indulgently. He is 27 years old and has a seven-year-old mental age.Nanyan was willing to put so much effort into taking him, not just for money.

It was because of He Xing's resignation from this person.

There are no obedient artists, but it's a pity that they don't like Nan Yan.

He Xingci is not that obedient, from time to time you show a small thorn and you are furious, and afterward, two candies can coax you so much that you can't stop.

He shook his head, let him go: as long as you are happy, I will choose for you, and I will tell you when I choose.

He Xingci: Alright~ I really want to end the variety show soon~

Nan Yan: Well, let me see how much weight you lost after the end.

Pinch the little meat that piled up on the stomach.

He Xingci replied: Qin Man, they all said that I lost a lot of weight!

Nan Yan: Really?

Of course it's fake... He Xingci snorted and spit bubbles.

He Xingci: I swear!

Got it, but can't stand it, he swears.

Nan Yan: Got it, you shoot variety shows well, I will continue to be busy.

He deliberately doesn't mention Mo Ran, as long as he doesn't mention it, then Mo Ran doesn't exist!

The main thing is Xu Yang, how much Mo Ran hates He Xingci recently, those who don't know think that He Xingci killed Mo Ran's family.

His firm suspicion was shaken by Xu Yang's eloquent and persuasive persuasion. He Xingci said that he was not close to Mo Ran, and Mo Ran didn't show it. Xu Yang's tone was "He Xingci killed Mo Ran's family that hate".

So... it's all because of his overthinking?

Could it be that he is the gay guy! ! ?

"Dingling bell——" the old-fashioned bell vibrated in the only room on this floor that belonged to him, and it became strange.

Seeing who it was, he rolled his eyes: "Xu Yang, why are you looking for me again?"

"Come... let's eat hot pot..." Trying Sichuan cuisine for the first time, Xu Yang burst into tears, "They don't believe that I am friends with you..."

Looking at the time on his watch, Nan Yan thought that there was enough time.

"They? Who?" He didn't say yes, he turned off the computer and turned off the lights in a sloppy manner, and pressed the elevator to open it as if it was too late.

"As far as my friend, I told you before... Ahhh, don't mess with me! This is too spicy! Well... In short, come quickly, the address is here, and it is a newly opened hot pot restaurant near your company!"

Nan Yan took the phone away speechlessly, the noise in his ears was too loud, he responded with a few hums, hung up immediately, and cleared his mind.Dig your ears and get out of the elevator.

The sound of leather shoes kicking was getting farther and farther away. In the small single room behind the elevator, a man in a black baseball cap showed a pair of prying eyes in the dark, and he turned around against the wall and went upstairs quickly.

Come to the computer that was just turned off.

The man touched the still warm host and heaved a sigh of relief, this is it.

.

Qin Man brought some small fruits before going to bed, and stayed at the door in the name of chatting.

He Xingci's starry eyes lit up, "Thank you, Luo Ran has a role, he is also very kind to you, remember to prepare for him."

Qin Man agreed humbly, his small eyes rolled quickly, and he was looking at the furnishings in the room of the two of them.

"What are you looking for?" Mo Ran keenly felt that Qin Man's intention was not to deliver fruit, and his superior height successfully blocked the little dwarf Qin Man's eyes.

He is half helpless:

"It's nothing, Senior Mo, talk to you, I'm leaving."

"Ok?"

He Xingci didn't worry about his doubts, the fruit in front of him was more important.Green and sweet grapes, soft and sour mango, crispy grapes, one bite at a time!

The fruit feast in the glass bowl focused most of He Xingci's eyes, turned around and bumped into Mo Ran's hard and solid biceps.

Mo Ran just closed the door, but he didn't take his hand back, and the little boy rushed to send "Bump".

"Do you want to eat it?" He Xingci picked out the smallest one in the pile of grapes. It's not good to eat it in front of him. It's kind of mean.

Grapes the size of a fingernail, it seems shabby to use Mo Ran to stuff the gap between the teeth.With a stern face, he pushed away the cub who would sooner or later have a broken leg, obviously——don't.

"You don't want to eat it, right? I gave it to you, but you don't eat it yourself!"

"Really don't eat it? Damn, young people should know how to keep healthy, let you eat more fruits..."

Unable to stir up Mo Ran's emotions, He Xing's speech suddenly felt boring.

The hand that Mo Ran clenched the mouse already represented his anger.

I really want the ignorant bastard to taste what it's like to have their mouths blocked.

Xiao Zhamao threw off his slippers and climbed onto the big bed, and received several emails from Nanyan.Strange to say, Nanyan told him that many excellent scripts have been sent to him through emails with no IP address in these years, as if someone behind the scenes is helping him choose.

The kind that He Xing resigned from acting in one hit.

Now that he wanted to act in suspense, Nan Yan tentatively sent a suspense request to that mailbox.

Not long after, the suspense script was sorted out and sent to him in the mailbox.

He Xingci sucked his sour and sweet fingers:

I really want to know who this silent helper is.