I swapped bodies with my rival [Entertainment]

After the live broadcast screen was cut off.

The friendly smile on the face of the hostess collapsed, she stepped forward and pressed Pei Huan's microphone: "You go down first."

"This is clearly—"

He turned around, and the host was explaining to Zhu Yang together with the organizer: "The selection method is absolutely fair, and all original data are backed up..."

"Pei Huan."

Manager Wu Ge ran up to the stage, "You brat."

He quickly ran past Pei Huan to bow and apologize to the group of people, and the audience was full of unstoppable discussions.

Pei Huan stood by the stage and listened to Brother Wu's apology: "He is not sensible...for the trouble...thank you".

He put his pockets in his hands and endured to the limit, then turned and walked up: "Hey, there is no need to apologize to this kind of ice."

Zhu Yang raised his eyebrows lightly.

"Don't talk about Pei Huan." Brother Wu interrupted the continuation of the artillery fire between the two, and said with a smile: "I will take Xiao Pei down first, Zhu Yingdi is really very sorry."

Pei Huan's eyes widened, his heels pressed against the stage, but he was pushed out of the awards venue by Brother Wu.

Brother Wu dragged Pei Huan out of the venue.

"Are you crazy! Didn't I remind you that it was a live broadcast? Do you know what you said?"

Pei Huan leaned his shoulder against the wall lazily: "I didn't swear."

"Yes, you didn't talk about it. But you can say 'waves ahead, waves after waves', he is Zhu Yang! If you really care about it, you will be shot to death on the beach before the waves rise."

Brother Wu raised his hand angrily, and Pei Huanyan raised his eyes.

"I really……"

The slap hanging in mid-air slapped on the railing, Wu Ge was furious: "What's wrong with you just bear it?"

"Endure it." Pei Huan said, "Otherwise I would have beaten him up."

Brother Wu turned around in disbelief: "You..."

At this time, the mobile phone in his pocket rang, and he took it out and looked at it, his expression tightened for a moment: "Look, the high-level executives called to ask for guilt so soon."

Pei Huan pulled the corner of his mouth unmoved.

With a wave of his hand, he threw the trophy certificate over at will, Wu Ge subconsciously caught it, and looked up to find that Pei Huan had turned and walked halfway.

Wu Ge said loudly: "Where are you going?"

Pei Huan didn't stop: "Toilet, do you want to go together?"

Bae-hwan walks into the toilet cubicle to solve his physical problems.

The sound of footsteps in twos and voices of conversation approached: "Zhu Yang will definitely not be able to interview us. I will catch Pei Huan for an interview later. The topic level is definitely high."

"Weibo went viral tonight, and the fighting power of the fans twice is too brutal."

Pei Huan lifted his trousers and came out of the cubicle.

When the six eyes met, the two wearing press cards were stunned and looked at each other: "...Pei, Pei Huan??"

Pei Huan talked while washing his hands, "What do you want to ask?"

The attention of both of them was attracted by the fingers flowing down at the same time. The fingers were as white as jade suet, and the temperature was too low to freeze pink. The knuckles were not obvious but the fingertips were very thin.

Pei Huan took out a piece of paper and turned around.

The two reporters couldn't help but took half a step back. The silver-haired and fair-skinned young man was so beautiful that he captivated all living beings, but his aura was terrifying.

Pei Huan walked back to where he was, but he didn't see Brother Wu.

No one answered the phone.

There were footsteps in the distance, and if he stayed any longer, he would only be blocked by the two reporters just now.

Pei Huan walked quickly towards the other end of the corridor.

The light in the open parking lot was dim, and the moon was obscured by thick clouds.

Pei Huan stood under the lamp and made a second call.

Did not get through.

"Wu Ge what are you doing..."

At this time, footsteps sounded, "Take a video camera and the person disappears, walking really fast enough. Did you really see Pei Huan walking this way?"

"I did see it."

Really haunted.

Pei Huan turned off his phone, followed his memory and walked into the parking lot. The nanny car with a black face was parked quietly in the corner.

He opened the door and sat in.

The reporter's voice was nearby: "I can't find it, let's go back first."

"Oh good."

The footsteps went away.

Pei Huan breathed a sigh of relief in the car. If he had known it would be so difficult, he would not have been quick on stage just now.

Hey.

It's all because of the ice.

Pei Huan turned around and turned on the interior lights. The warm orange dome light shone down, and the decoration inside the car was clearly visible.

He froze for a second or two.

Hold.

Got into the wrong car.

He opened the car door, before his feet touched the floor, there were louder footsteps in the distance, surrounded by reporters carrying cameras.

"I wish the actor, is there a plan for the new film?"

"What's your opinion on the current market with popular idols like Pei Huan?"

The crowd moved quickly to the parking lot.

The assistant separated the encirclement: "Everyone, let's make room, now is private time, and I will not respond to any questions."

Surrounded by the crowd, Zhu Yang wore a black mask and black hat, and he didn't say a word the whole time.

The assistant opened the door, and Zhu Yang got in the car indifferently.

The black nanny with its headlights on.

The media, who had been chasing him all the way but couldn't get any news, had to give up. One of the two masters at the top of the hot search list tonight was missing, and the other couldn't get a word.

Everyone walked back disappointed.

A short voice suddenly came from inside the car: "You."

The reporters who were about to retreat collectively paused: "Huh?"

Is there anyone else in the car?

The assistant turned his head: "I wish you first..."

The silver-haired boy put one hand on the shoulder of their unsmiling actor Zhu, and covered his mouth with the other hand.

In a deliberately low voice, he said, "Drive."

Zhu Yang's eyes protruding from under his black peaked cap were so cold as to kill.

The media outside the car knocked on the car door: "I wish the actor, is nothing wrong?"

As soon as the assistant opened his mouth, the back of the chair was kicked.

Pei Huan motioned him to shut up first.

He frowned, put one knee on the ground and approached the cold person beside him, and whispered in his ear, "You don't want to have an affair with me, do you?"

Zhu Yang glanced at him coldly.

Pei Huan read the answer he wanted from his eyes, and took it away with confidence.

Assistant Zhu Yangchao: "Drive."

The car drove away steadily.

Pei Huan breathed a sigh of relief, and then heard the cold words: "Hand."

Following his eyes, Pei Huan saw his hand on his shoulder, retracted it resentfully, and sat on the left seat, "Thank you this time."

Zhu Yang didn't reply him.

Pei Huan didn't care at all and called Brother Wu.

This time it's not a missed answer, but a call.

Your artist has been lost for so long, what are you doing? ?

Zhu Yang said coldly, "Explain."

Pei Huan turned his head: "I thought you didn't want to explain——what are you doing?"

Zhu Yang held a wet wipe in his hand, and there was a faint smell of alcohol in the air. He stopped wiping his lips and said concisely: "Disinfection."

Pei Huan pointed at himself: "You mean I'm a poison?"

Zhu Yang looked at him quietly without saying a word.

"Okay, I'm a poison." Pei Huan rolled his eyes and looked out the window, "It's like no one would like to take your car. I just got on the wrong car."

Zhu Yang: "Stop the car."

The assistant paused: "Stop here?" After reacting quickly: "I'm sorry."

Mr. Zhu's instructions have always been beyond doubt.

The vehicle stopped firmly on the side of the road.

Zhu Yang said without emotion: "Go down."

There are no buildings around the cool breeze, the shadows of the trees are shaking and whirling, and several street lamps are broken.

Pei Huan stretched out his hand in disbelief: "Me?"

Zhu Yang nodded with a straight face.

At this time, the phone in Pei Huan's pocket rang, and he answered it quickly.

Brother Wu: "We were blocked by those reporters, you should find a place to stay by yourself first, I'll go find you later."

The call is hung up.

"Hey, hello!"

Pei Huan looked at the hung up phone, then glanced at the dark outside, and turned around decisively: "I am also a star, how could you throw me by the side of the road."

"This is your business."

Pei Huan was choked, and quickly changed his rhetoric: "You are not holding grudges, are you? Can I apologize to you?"

Zhu Yang didn't respond, and even pulled out the earphone cable to connect to the phone, a second before putting it on.

"Wait." Pei Huan gritted his teeth: "—I'm afraid of the dark."

Zhu Yang slightly raised his brows, and a slight curve appeared on his lips.

It's half-smile and meaningful.

Pei Huan's scalp exploded: "Damn, get off the car as soon as you get off."

He is struggling to climb out of the car

I really can't stand the ice cubes, and he will do something if he stays any longer.

"Sit down."

Pei Huan subconsciously sat down obediently, with his back straight, for fear of being thrown down.

There was a malicious chuckle in his ear.

Pei Huan: "..."

Really shameful.

Fortunately, Zhu Yang didn't find fault with him in the following journey.

Pei Huan vaguely saw him wearing earphones with his eyes closed from the reflection of the car glass, and he didn't know what he was listening to.

Not interesting.

Pei Huan turned on the phone, and his finger paused on the "Doudi Zhu" icon for a second, then remembered the damn [insufficient balance], and took the phone back angrily.

Then close your eyes and rest.

The car stopped at the hotel.

Zhu Yang got out of the car and walked straight inside.

"Hey."

Pei Huan hesitated for a second, jumped out of the car after confirming that there were no passers-by, and followed with his face covered.

Finally flashed in before the elevator closed.

Zhu Yang frowned: "Go out."

"Excuse me again." Pei Huan reached out and pressed the button to close the door: "I'll leave when Brother Wu comes over, soon."

There are almost no traces of life in Zhu Yang's room.

Pei Huan looked around and found that this guy was not like a boy at all, neat and clean with a bit of a cool woody smell.

"Are you a clean freak?"

Zhu Yang sat on the sofa and poured a glass of water, "No."

Even the cups and kettles are brought in, and they said no.

As Pei Huan thought about it, his cell phone rang suddenly, and he went to the balcony to answer it.

Brother Wu: "Where are you now?"

Pei Huan: "Kerry Hotel on Dongfeng Road."

Wu Ge: "Where are you doing?"

Pei Huan: "This is too complicated to say, anyway, come and pick me up."

Pei Huan hung up the phone, and there was another glass of water on the table.

He sat down and took a sip, looked up at Zhu Yang in a three-piece shirt and tie suit: "You also wear such a standard in the room, don't you feel uncomfortable?"

Zhu Yang: "Because you are here."

Pei Huan: "... I have what you have, who cares?"

Sure enough, the ice cubes were ice cubes, not only braving the air-conditioning, but also gnawing their teeth.

Zhu Yang reached out and loosened his tie.

A mobile phone was thrown over the table, "Let me show you."

The big title "Lost Light" on it, with the special effects of low-quality pink, blows the breath of a third-rate web drama.

To say it is a movie is to save face.

Zhu Yang frowned: "Take it away."

"You are..."

In the middle of Pei Huan's speech, the water surface of the glass in hand suddenly began to shake, the shaking arc and frequency increased, and he fell down on the table with a bang.

--what's the situation.

In an instant, everything around him shook, and the lights dimmed with a bang.

"Be careful."

Pei Huan rushed over, Zhu Yang snorted and was pressed to the ground: "There's an earthquake."

One second two seconds.

There was no movement.

The air is quiet, the mobile phone on the table emits a faint light and the film's hypocritical lines.

The person below said coldly: "Is the shock over?"

Pei Huan quickly got off the person, "Sorry."

The first thing to do is to pause the inappropriate movie and go to the switch.

Behind him came the slight sound of getting up and tidying up his clothes.

What to do, he was going to die of embarrassment.

Pull the switch.

Light was restored in the room, and he walked back.

Zhu Yang's black hair on the sofa was slightly disheveled, a few strands fell on his forehead, and there were a few obvious folds in his suit.

Wiping the water off the table with a paper towel.

"Didn't you just feel it? An earthquake! Everything was shaking."

Zhu Yang stopped wiping and said, "Psychiatry."

Pei Huan: ...

hang your uncle!

The more I think about it, the more I feel like I'm a fool, I just rushed over to fart, it was really an earthquake that killed this bastard.

When Brother Wu called and said he was downstairs, he opened the door mercilessly and left.

Pei Huan climbed into the back seat of the car and took out his cell phone.

Brother Wu was puzzled: "What's wrong with you?"

He typed several keywords of 'T City Earthquake' in the search box, but there was no news.

how is this possible.

He asked, "Did you feel the earthquake just now?"

Wu Ge thought for a while: "Is there?"

"But obviously..." The water glass fell down.

Wu Ge said casually: "That may be because the earthquake level is not high, and I don't feel much."

yes.

Then why did he feel it, but Zhu Yang didn't react at all?