After being dressed as cannon fodder, I became the favorite of the variety show group

The sixth day of wanting a divorce.

An Rao got up early in the morning and went upstairs to wake up Chu Guannan.

Chu Guannan is resting at home without filming for the past few days. He seems to like to sleep naked, and he was not seen wearing clothes when he came in a few times.

An Rao thought for a moment, then suddenly raised his legs and walked towards Chu Guannan.

The long legs missing from the pajama pants were wrapped around his waist, and the knees gently pushed against his waist: "Hubby, didn't you agree to buy clothes for me? Get up quickly, I've prepared breakfast for you."

Hearing the word "breakfast", Chu Guannan sat up slowly: "No, I don't have the habit of eating breakfast."

"No, how can you grow taller if you don't eat?"

An Rao also felt that his tone was really disgusting, but there was nothing he could do, money was more important, and with his current reputation, he couldn't get endorsement scripts at all, and the only way to get money quickly was divorce.

After washing up and going downstairs, looking at the two bowls of unknown white substance on the dining table, Chu Guannan took a deep breath and got up to leave.

Although An Rao's talent in cooking is negative, but he can't stand the addiction. He enjoys the process of cooking and gets better and better. Today, he followed the tutorial and learned a special rice roll. Although the appearance is not very good, the taste is even better. not so good.

He knew that Chu Guannan disliked the food he cooked, so he had to force him to eat it, and he was the most angry, so he quickly drew up a divorce agreement with a big stroke of a pen.

He put a piece of unknown intestinal substance powder to Chu Guannan's mouth, and said with a smile: "Honey, try it, it's so delicious that you can lick the plate clean."

Chu Guannan closed his lips tightly, and moved his head silently.

"Come on, come on, do you want me to chew it up and feed you?"

Chu Guannan remained motionless like a statue. After half a century of silence, he finally opened his mouth slowly: "Sorry, I have a stomachache."

"Then I'll make you some porridge."

"Need not."

"Egg Drop Soup?"

"Need not."

Chu Guannan stood up and said, "You can eat by yourself, you are ready to go out after eating."

Before setting off, An Rao took out his hat and put it on, and when he got downstairs, he saw Chu Guannan leaning against the door with his arms folded, with a tape measure hanging on his finger and turning around.

"Come here." Chu Guannan said coldly in a low voice.

An Rao didn't know, so as soon as he got closer, he was pulled over.

"Wow--" Chu Guannan pulled away the tape measure and pressed it on his shoulder, and pulled it to the hem of his clothes.

57 cm.

Chu Guannan put away the tape measure and put it in his pocket, and opened the door without saying a word.

An Rao:? ?

What's wrong with him?

……

As an artist, even if you are an [-]-line fan, you must have the awareness to hang your head on the paparazzi camera, especially if you are accompanied by a superstar of the Uranus level, you are not afraid of being photographed, but it will be troublesome if you cause commotion among passers-by.

But selfies are another story.

In the past few days, An Rao has really grasped the current wealth-making codes - live broadcast, short video, Chu Guannan.

In the car, Chu Guannan saw An Rao fiddling with the camera software on his mobile phone and kept taking pictures of him. He raised his hand to block the camera, and pressed An Rao's hand down: "Don't take random pictures."

An Rao Buyi, raised his phone: "Then I can always take pictures of myself."

Chu Guannan was silent for a moment, his voice was cold: "I can't take pictures myself."

"Husband, you are so strict. What's the matter with making a little money online when I shoot a daily vlog?" An Rao pouted and blamed.

Chu Guannan glanced at him, lit the ignition and stepped on the accelerator, and the car blasted out of the underground garage.

"Hello everyone, I'm An Rao. I'm going out to buy clothes today. The weather is fine and cloudless. I can't feel it when I sit in the car. It's actually still hot outside. Summer is coming to an end soon, and the babies should prepare as soon as possible. It's autumn clothes..."

An Rao has already started rambling about some small things in life.

The sun hit the face, brushed over the eyelashes, passed over the delicate tip of the nose, and landed on the corners of the moist lips, like freshly picked berries that were still rolling with water, and they were soaked in the sun.

While waiting for the red light, Chu Guannan glanced at him from the corner of his eye. It was just a casual glance at first, but suddenly he couldn't take his eyes off.

He rubbed his fingers, and he didn't realize the green light was on until the car behind him honked wildly.

Mood, a bit strange.

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Chu Guannan drove straight in, drove An Rao to the shopping mall in the city center, and then went straight to the men's clothing area.

Although the masks and sunglasses are fully armed, they still attract the curious attention of many people.

After all, his height of more than 1.9 meters stands out from the crowd, and his temperament is outstanding. It may be difficult for ordinary people to train him to this level.

Chu Guannan sat down on the sofa at the side, and the shopping guide lady immediately came up to ask about the demand. An Rao said that he could just look at it himself, and would buy it directly if he was optimistic.

The shopping guide sized him up quietly, then leaned over to her colleague and whispered:

"Do you think he looks like a star?"

Colleague: "Who?"

"Lin Jingxi."

The colleague sized him up and shook his head: "I've seen Lin Jingxi himself, he's a relatively petite type, I guess he's around [-]."

Chu Guannan's gaze had been lingering on a row of more formal and conservative clothes, but when he turned his gaze, he saw An Rao picking out his hat.

He picked up a baseball cap, quickly tore off the top on his head and tried it on. He was not satisfied, and then picked up a beret to have a look.

Just when he was about to remind him to buy clothes first, the phone vibrated.

It's a call from the director, maybe there's something wrong.

Chu Guannan walked out of the store with his mobile phone, and found a relatively hidden corner to answer the phone.

An Rao tried on one hat after another. He didn't care much about Chu Guannan's opinion at first, but since the acting was about to be performed to the end, he turned around and said, "Husband, look at me wearing..."

There was no one on the sofa.

Not just right, he can try on hats he likes to his heart's content.

An Rao's only hobby is collecting hats.

There is a three-meter-high wall cabinet in his home, which contains all kinds of hats of various brands and prices. He thinks that if it weren't for these hats, he would have saved more money when he graduated.

But if you don't have a hat, you will feel insecure and often cause a lot of trouble.

An Rao put on another baseball cap casually, turned his face to the mirror to see the effect.

Suddenly, from the corner of my eye, I seemed to see a black shadow flashing past.

He looked up and looked around, there seemed to be no one else except the shopping guide lady who was in a daze.

He quietly took off the mask to check the effect, and thought it was okay, and carried the dozen or so hats he had selected to the counter.

"Hello, sir, the total is 530 taels." The shopping guide lady said that she had already started to prepare the packing bags.

Chu Guannan hasn't come back yet, An Rao didn't want him to pay the money at first, the divorce compensation should be, but the two of them have nothing to do now, and Chu Guannan shouldn't pay for it, after all, he proposed to buy clothes. It's not a hat, this should be clearly distinguished.

An Rao glanced at the balance of his mobile phone wallet. These days, the video income and the rewards from the last live broadcast, after deducting the money to buy a computer, there is still 400 yuan left, and it may be a little short of buying a hat.

"Do you have a discount here?"

The shopping guide smiled awkwardly: "Excuse me, sir, because you only selected new seasonal products, you are not eligible for discounts."

Then there is no other way, and we can only reluctantly give up one of them.

When An Rao picked up one of the hats and planned to put it back——

"Swipe this card." A slightly unfamiliar voice sounded beside him.

An Rao turned around in surprise, and saw a man in a suit smiling at him, holding a bunch of red roses in his hands.

The shopping guide lady reached for the credit card, but An Rao took it back.

He looked at the strange man next to him but felt as if he had seen him somewhere before, and asked in a low voice, "Who are you and why are you paying for me?"

When the man heard this, his face turned red with excitement, "You don't have enough money, you can continue to choose what you like, no matter how much it is, I will buy it for you."

Strange, who is this person?

An Rao put one hat aside, pointed to the rest and said to the shopping guide, "Wrap these up for me."

"You don't remember me?" the man asked a little disappointed.

An Rao has met countless people, if everyone remembers their brains will explode.

"You went to Times Computer City to buy computers, and I was the store manager." The man was visibly anxious, with veins popping out of his neck.

An Rao remembered, there seemed to be such a person.

It was just what happened in the next second that made everyone present dumbfounded.

The man suddenly handed the rose in his hand to An Rao, and knelt down on one knee with a plop:

"An Rao, I like you very much. I think I may never marry anyone but you in this life. Please marry me!"

The sound of "An Rao" attracted the attention of countless people, whether it was the shopping guide lady at the front desk or the customers passing by the door, they all stopped what they were doing and came around curiously.

An Rao frowned: "Do you still know what you're talking about?"

Come again, how many times is this?

Does the book world still have this buff?

"I'm your fan. I've liked you since you first debuted. I didn't expect to meet you in person. I have abandoned my boyfriend who has been living with me for seven years. I must marry you, or I will lose everything! "

The man said as he stuffed the rose in An Rao's hand vigorously.

An Rao suddenly remembered that the uncle on the plane was also like this, and when he saw the real person, he had to marry if he wanted to die.

An Rao pushed Rose away: "You think too much, I'm already married."

"I know, Chu Guannan... I may not be as promising as him, but I love you, but I can swear that I love you more than him, please marry me!"

Seeing that this person is getting more and more top-notch, and there are more and more people eating melons, An Rao said in a deep voice:

"I'm going to ask you a few questions now. You have to think carefully before answering. If the answer satisfies me, I can allow you to continue pursuing me."

The man nodded like a pounding garlic, his eyes sparkling.

"The first question, do you think it's worth it for you?"

The man nodded vigorously: "It's worth it! As long as it's for you, everything is worth it!"

An Rao took a deep breath: "Second question, if I hadn't shown up, would you still abandon your lover who has been in love for seven years?"

The man was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect An Rao to ask such a question, he thought about it carefully, and hesitantly said:

"Perhaps... no."

"The third question, what is the most touching thing your lover has done for you?"

The man fell silent suddenly, and the time when he lived with his lover seven years ago suddenly popped up in his mind.

He did not major in a major in college, and he could not find a suitable job after he came out. During that time, he had extremely low self-esteem, hid at home every day and did not dare to go out to meet people, and for a long time, he could only be a useless person with nothing to do.

But life still has to go on. The lover works in the office building during the day and goes out to sell some trinkets at night. When he has been negative for a long time, the lover gives him the bank card.

There is 12 in it, which is all the savings saved by the lover after graduation, working and setting up a stall. At that time, the lover was like me now. I don’t know what the future will be, but I still plunged into this relationship.

Later, relying on his lover's 12 yuan, he rented a storefront in the computer city, started using computers, and his life improved day by day, and now he has a small savings of 100 million yuan.

But after seven years, my lover still insists on going to work and setting up a stall every day, rain or shine. I once asked him why he is so tired when he is rich. My lover just smiled and said:

"The essence behind love is bread. No one can say what the future will hold. Maybe one day you still need money, then my efforts will be worth it."

The man was silent for a while, his lips were tightly pursed. After a long time, he suddenly and slowly put down the rose in his hand.

"The most touching thing... is that he made me a person again."

An Rao nodded, smiled and bent down: "Then think about the first question now, is it worth everything you have done for me?"

The man was silent.

An Rao picked up the roses on the ground, gently stroked the petals with his fingertips, and said: "Roses will wither with time, but you run faster now," maybe there is still time. "

He returns the rose to the man.

The man clenched his fists and slowly got up from the ground.

He looked at An Rao, his eyes were no longer as frenzied as before, but calm as if he saw some old friend:

"The first question you asked me, I can answer you clearly now, it's not worth it."

There was a sudden burst of warm applause from the crowd, and tears ran down their cheeks silently.

Perhaps this farce reminded them of the mistakes they made more or less on impulse.

The world of flowers and flowers is charming, only pursuing the so-called excitement and forgetting the troubles in the distance, but after returning to life, I realize that all the passion will eventually become ordinary daily necessities, so cherish the people in front of you.

The person who accompanied me from the wind and rain to the calm.

An Rao smiled, and opened the payment code: "Hello, I will take one less hat and pay."

When Chu Guannan came back, he saw a circle of people around the door, and several little girls were squeezed outside the crowd, tiptoed to look in, shouting excitedly:

"Wow, it's An Rao himself! He looks so good!"

"Three views are so right. I thought he would definitely scold that man and tell him to get lost. A few words saved a couple and a family. Wow, wow, bro, I love you!"

Under normal circumstances, when encountering this kind of psychopath who is entangled or even followed, any person would be scared and let him go, but An Rao solved the matter with his absolute calm and his superb mouth.

And there is a happy ending.

Chu Guannan didn't know what happened, but when he saw so many people surrounding him, he subconsciously leaned over and hid behind the wall.

When An Rao finally squeezed out of the crowd, the mask was taken away by someone as a souvenir.

Chu Guannan stared at him quietly, and suddenly found that even though he was caught in the crowd, he was still shining.

He thought of the oil painting he liked hanging on the bedroom wall:

In the dark blue dark room, on the table top mottled with copper rust, there is a pink rose full of buds inserted in a dilapidated goblet, attracting a black butterfly.

After picking out the clothes, An Rao came to the counter.

"Wow--" Chu Guannan pulled away his tape measure.

An Rao: Carrying big bags and small bags, I got into the car with Chu Guannan, looking at the expensive luxury packaging bags, An Rao winked playfully: "My husband, thank you for buying me clothes, to express my gratitude, I decided, I've got dinner tonight."

Chu Guannan raised his eyes suddenly, and after a long time, he said in a low voice, "You can prepare your own, I'll go to the bank."

When An Rao bit the bullet and finished the last bite of his meal, Chu Guannan returned home on time.

The timing was just right, and he suspected that Chu Guannan did it on purpose.

An Rao got up immediately: "Husband, you came back too late, I finished eating, so I will help you do it again."

Chu Guannan raised his legs and went upstairs: "No, I ate outside."

Except for the necessary three meals and greetings, Chu Guannan and An Rao rarely communicated with each other during the rest of the time.

After saying this, he went upstairs.

Chu Guannan came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, wiped his wet hair, and picked up his phone casually.

He has Weibo, which he hardly uses. Now his account is fully managed by his assistant Chen Keke, and today he suddenly wanted to check it out on a whim.

The assistant sent a Weibo to congratulate Lin Jingxi on his birthday, and paid special attention to Lin Jingxi.

Chu Guannan frowned slightly, and canceled the special attention.

Suddenly, I remembered the scene where An Rao was filming a vlog in the car during the day.

He slowed down the movement of wiping his hair, and then opened An Rao's homepage with his fingers.

There are only 500 million fans, not as many as a small Internet celebrity.

His homepage is very carefully organized. The background picture is a cartoon of a small globe, and the globe is full of symbolic buildings from various countries.

His attention is only a hundred or so people, doubled, 80.00% are travel bloggers, and the rest are art bloggers.

And the first post on his Weibo is the daily vlog shot this morning.

Chu Guannan has never been interested in this kind of daily videos, and usually he would just swipe away when he sees them.

With a swipe of his finger, the vlog slid up.

After a pause, he rowed back slowly.

After hesitating for a long time, I clicked on the small triangle in the middle.

The boy in the video is smiling very cutely. There are two small dimples at the corners of his mouth. The breeze blows away the hair on his forehead in the sunshine, and there seems to be waves of stars in his eyes.

Chu Guannan wanted to turn off the video, but his fingers were stuck on the exit button and he couldn't press it.

When the three-minute video ended, he immediately clicked "Replay".

The corner of the mouth is a very small, imperceptible smile.

I don't know how many times he cycled, he turned off the video and went out to check after seeing the porch light outside.

An Rao had already curled up on the sofa with the quilt in his arms and fell asleep.

Chu Guannan stood upstairs, looked down, and his gaze stayed on the quiet body on the sofa.

After a long time, he suddenly leaned over and pressed his arms against the handrail of the stairs, for 1 minute, 2 minutes, half an hour——

Early in the morning, An Rao received a call from Zhang Ze'an, saying that the boss invited him to the company, and he could decide whether to go or not.

If you want to go to the company, you can go to the company. If you have to add a sentence, you can decide whether you want to go or not. It is recommended that Zhang Ze'an buy more 84 to wash his mouth.

The company where the original owner works is a standard star-making assembly line factory. The original text describes Song Weichuan, the boss of the company, with very little pen and ink. In one sentence, he is a smiling tiger with a black core.

At first, I thought that the other party would be a middle-aged and elderly man with a big belly and no grass growing on his head, but when he opened the door and walked in, he saw a man who was only about 30 years old sitting there.

The skin is fair and white like a little girl, ever since An Rao entered the door, he has been smiling.

An Rao has an impression of this character. Every time a classmate mentions him, he always says, "Hahaha, that's him. He will contribute to the road of cannon fodder!"

"Our future top class comrade Xiaoan is here?" Song Weichuan got up to help him get a glass of water, and brought it to him in person, "Please sit down."

An Rao looked at him nonchalantly, rubbing the water glass in his hand.

"Don't be so embarrassing to me. I didn't mean anything else by calling you here this time. You have been frequently searched recently and your followers are rising rapidly. The company thinks you are still very valuable to cultivate."

Song Weichuan pushed the ipad over: "You watch this video."

The content in the video is a series of incidents that happened when I met the man in the computer city when I was looking at hats in the mall yesterday. It was filmed by the onlookers and uploaded. really red.

[The people at the scene can clearly tell you that this brother is really special, special, good. 】

[I would definitely let this guy go, but An An didn't. She relied on her wisdom to resolve the troubles and turned her fans hard. 】

Of course, there are also some strange voices:

[The people who said this are all newcomers. Who doesn't know that he followed Xi Bao back then, and Xi Bao was so scared that he called the police to deal with it. I'm afraid it wasn't because the tailgating criminal and the stalker resonated. 】

[Laughing, your friends from the same group follow you as tailgating?You probably don't have many friends in real life. 】

【That is to say, is there a possibility that An Rao directed and acted the characters on purpose. 】

[Fucking character set for you to see?Start talking nonsense again in broad daylight? 】

Song Weichuan smiled like an old fox: "Since you are gaining momentum recently, the company decided to strike while the iron is hot and help you win a popular variety show."

If An Rao remembers correctly, it was in this variety show that the original owner started to be slapped in the face by the protagonist group, which triggered a series of tragic experiences in the later period.

So once you wear a book, what you want is divorce compensation to stay away from the virus protagonist group.

An Rao smiled faintly: "Can I refuse?"

"Okay." Song Weichuan didn't make things difficult for anyone, and seemed very magnanimous.

He took out a document from the drawer, as if he had come prepared, and pushed the document in front of An Rao: "You signed this."

An Rao picked up the document and glanced at it, it was a compensation statement.

The content is that because An Rao disobeyed the company's management and refused the resources obtained by the company, which caused the company's economic losses, he needed to compensate for all losses and breach of contract fees, which added up to 3000 million.

Seeing An Rao's delay in writing, Song Weichuan secretly smiled that his goal had been achieved.

He cleared his throat, looked at An Rao with interest, and said with a smile, "I know you don't have that much money, after all, there is a vampire in your family."

There is a blood sucker?What does it mean.

Back then, the classmate didn't waste much time talking about the cannon fodder of the original owner.

"It's fine if you don't sign. Let's do it. You sleep with me for a year. Let's cancel this debt. When I signed you, I fell in love with your face. I still like it now."

Song Weichuan straightened up, put his hands on his chin, and narrowed his smiling eyes.

So going on a variety show, I can't do my best to avoid it.

An Rao didn't want to bother anymore: "Send me the notice."

"That's right, you know how many artists dream of such a popular variety show, and I won't give it to others if they want to be on it. Speaking of which, if you become popular with this variety show, don't you have to thank me well? Woolen cloth."

An Rao raised his eyes, staring at Song Weichuan motionlessly with pupils as pale as soot. After a while, he raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Then how should I thank Mr. Song?"

"Kiss me?" Song Weichuan thought in his heart that this man is quite kind.

An Rao stood up calmly, leaned his upper body slightly forward, and slowly moved closer to Song Weichuan's cheek.

Song Weichuan closed his eyes in enjoyment, his nose was filled with the delicious scent of laundry detergent on An Rao's clothes, and he seemed to feel the soft touch of his lips falling on his face in a trance.

An Rao stopped, rubbed his lips against Song Weichuan's ear, and whispered, "I have rabies."

Song Weichuan opened his eyes abruptly, and the smile that had been hanging on the corners of his mouth since he entered the door disappeared instantly.

An Rao straightened up, with a clear smile: "Then I'll go first, Mr. Song, see you later."

After half a century, Song Weichuan finally had a reaction.

Damn, I was almost bluffed by him.

The author says:

Anrao's recipe today: Stir-fried pork with bean curd sticks.

First, cut the dried bean curd sticks into sections, and put them directly into the pot when the pot is hot.

Then cautiously add six teaspoons of salt.

Huh?Do you have oyster sauce at home?plus.

And chicken essence?plus?

And Pixian bean paste, the god of seasoning?Plus plus.

Taste it, it's still a bit bland.

Dark soy, pour a little toner, no color?Plus.

As for the meat, don’t cut it up, it’s troublesome, just put it in and braise it.

After cooking——

An Rao: I want to work hard to make money, and I want to order takeaway!