The villain became a sticky spirit after losing his memory

Yan Zhi pushed open the door, entered the dining room and looked around, then walked towards the table with white roses on it.

Most of the flowers in the restaurant are red roses. He agreed with Zhong Lanshan that white roses will be placed on their dining table so as to distinguish them from other people and find each other accurately.

Beside the dining table with white roses, with his back facing Yan Zhi's forward steps, there was a tall man sitting on the sofa.

It's just that from his angle, he couldn't see the man's face clearly, he could only see the man's jawline.

Yan Zhi forced himself to calm down his excitement, he was about to meet his idol, and the distance between him and the idol was only a few meters.

Perhaps the idol sensed his excitement, turned his head and glanced, and the moment he saw him, there was a flash of surprise in his eyes.

Yan Zhi also saw the man's appearance clearly, the man has a unique face, looks like a handsome star.

The amazement in the man's eyes was fleeting, and he obviously realized who he was. He stood up and gave him a friendly smile, saying hello, "Come, come and sit."

Yan Zhi sat opposite the idol, perhaps a little nervous, she pursed her lips tightly and said nothing, looking very indifferent.

The man didn't care, but teased aloud, "What? We chatted a lot online, why did you become so taciturn when we met? Is it because you are dissatisfied with my image?"

As soon as these words came out, it seemed that the embarrassment of estrangement between the two had been resolved, because Zhong Lanshan's face, which was as handsome as a star, really couldn't be matched with dissatisfaction.

Yan Zhi smiled slightly, and said, "Sorry, I was a little nervous just now, so I was a little cold."

Zhong Lanshan said tolerantly: "It doesn't matter. After all, we used to go to see each other through the Internet. Now that we suddenly implement the three-dimensional real person, it may take a process of adaptation."

Following Zhong Lanshan's voice, Yan Zhi gradually relaxed, and finally his words were not so blunt: "You're right, it might be good to know more about it."

Zhong Lanshan took the menu in a gentlemanly manner and asked Yan Zhi to choose the dishes. The young man didn't look at it too much, so he picked a few at random. After all, they didn't meet for dinner this time.

In the ensuing conversation, the two seemed to have regained the familiarity of online chatting word by word, and the atmosphere seemed to be quite harmonious.

They chatted about each other's cartoons, and Yan Zhi couldn't help but admire the skillful and exquisite drawing skills in front of the idol.

Occasionally, she would suddenly become talkative, and afterwards Yan Zhi's face would turn red, feeling a little embarrassed.

And Zhong Lanshan looked at Yan Zhi, apart from admiration, there was also a hint of hidden indulgence.

We talked about the skills of brushes, the conception of comics, our own experience in drawing comics, and interesting social conversations...

Finally, Zhong Lanshan looked at the other side, with a cool and delicate face, he asked a question that he was very concerned about.

"Water marks are clear? Can we talk about something about our respective three dimensions... Can you let me know your name?"

Suddenly being asked about his real name by his idol, Yan Zhi's thin-skinned face turned rosy again, and he replied seriously: "My name is Yan Zhi, Yan of words, Zhi of gardenia."

Zhong Lanshan whispered Yanzhi's name twice, and then said with a smile, "It's a good name. Gardenia is pure white and flawless, which fits your heart."

Yan Zhi didn't know how to answer this sentence, so she could only echo, "Well, I like the name too."

Zhong Lanshan pretended to be mysterious, trying to arouse Yan Zhi's curiosity, "Don't you want to know my name?"

Yan Zhi smiled slightly, and didn't care too much and said, "You need to be careful when your real name is popular in the comics circle. It depends on your personal wishes. Say what you want, and I won't force you to say it if you don't want to."

Zhong Lanshan raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Oh? Then why did you expose your real name so easily just now? Aren't you afraid that I'm a man of evil and use your real name to do things that are not good for you?"

The young man was not intimidated by Zhonglan Mountain, but looked at the man opposite with a very focused expression, and said seriously:

"You are my idol in the comic circle. If you want to know my real name, I will tell BaN the truth. As for whether you will do something against me, I believe your character is not so Do."

In fact, even if you really do it, so what, at most it gives yourself an extra chance to recognize others, and you should bear whatever consequences you do.

For the idol he likes, he is willing to take this unknown risk, and he really believes that the other person is not that kind of person.

There was a kind of clear trust in the young man's eyes, which made Zhong Lanshan feel dazed.

Since his fame has grown, even good friends around him may stab you in the back.

How long has it been since he saw people around him look like this...

Zhong Lanshan came back to his senses, stretched out his hand formally, and said to Yan Zhi, "Hello, I'm Wen Yanbai, nice to meet you."

Yan Zhi chuckled, stretched out his hand cooperatively, briefly shook hands, and then said: "It's my honor to know the idol's real name, please give me your advice in the future."

The atmosphere here is just right, but Yan Zhi doesn't know that Lao Gong's younger brother is in dire straits.

On this day, Fanming was finally removed from the handcuffs by the devil, allowing him to move freely in the house, but after a while, the man called him over.

I saw Lu Chen holding a set of cute maid outfits in his hand. He raised his eyelids and looked at the boy lightly, with an inexplicable smile on his lips.

Said to the boy: "Put it on."

Fan Ming's big eyes were filled with disbelief, and he asked with trembling lips, "Is this a girl's dress? Why do you want me to wear it? I'm a real man."

Lu Chen seemed to be amused, and a low and deep smile came out of his throat. He looked at the boy up and down, and there was a hint of affection in his voice, "I know you are a boy, but I want to see you wear it."

Fan Ming's pretty face was full of anger, and he took a few steps back tremblingly, "I don't want to wear it, how can boys wear girls' clothes!"

Lu Chen was not annoyed, but lowered his brows and said calmly: "Fan Ming, don't make unnecessary struggles, you should know the consequences of not doing so."

Just this one sentence nailed Fan Ming's retreating footsteps in place. Several emotions flashed across his face, including anger, humiliation and unwillingness, but they all turned into numbness in the end.

"I know, I just wear it."

What else can I do?If you don't wear it, wait for his consequences, and it's the devil forcing his intimacy again.

At this moment, he suddenly doubted himself: Did he not do enough good deeds, so God sent this devil to punish him.

He went to change clothes in the bedroom, the man didn't say anything, it seemed that as long as it wasn't a matter of touching the bottom line, the man would let him go.

Only at this time, he seemed to have a moment of dignity.

After changing clothes and standing in front of the man, Fan Ming's beautiful face was expressionless, just like a delicate doll.

Lu Chen was quite satisfied with this doll, seeing the cute maid outfit on the boy made him even more vulnerable.

The layers of white fringe seem to add a touch of femininity to the boy, and the already pretty face is even more beautiful.

It's just that this seems to give people a mournful expression, which ruins everything.

Lu Chen said with low eyes: "Can't you be happier? It will look ugly."

Fan Ming tried to pull the corners of his lips, but failed, and could only watch the man approach step by step.

He said numbly: "Sorry, I can't laugh."

Lu Chen caressed the boy's face with his fingers, sliding his fingertips gently on it, as if he was touching the most cherished person.

Perhaps affected by this ambiguous atmosphere, Fan Ming's ears turned red first.

Lu Chen saw the right moment, bit the other's small earlobe, and saw the coquettish and ashamed expression as he wished, and then wet his ears on it again.

When he left, the numb expression on the boy's face no longer existed, replaced by a magnificent color, and the big eyes looked at him with shame and anger.

He caressed the boy's face and murmured in a low voice, "That's how cute he is when he has emotions..."

However, the man's voice was deliberately lowered, Fanming didn't hear this sentence, and was caught off guard by the devil and hugged him on his lap, he couldn't help exclaiming "Ah!"

He wriggled restlessly, wanting to leave the human-shaped stool, but the man slapped his butt, and said in a cold voice, "Don't move."

Fan Ming's eyes widened in surprise, and then his face quickly turned red, his whole body was like a cooked shrimp, he stammered, "You... why... hit... me..."

Thinking about the latter words, it was really hard to say, Fan Ming pursed his lips and stared at the man, stubbornly waiting for an answer.

At this time, he seemed to have completely shed that layer of numbness, and became a squeamish person who could move and get angry again.

A smile flashed across Lu Chen's eyes, and even the cold voice in the past seemed to soften, and he said with a half smile, "You were so dishonest just now, what if you set the fire on me?"

Is he saying that what he did just now will easily make him react?

boom.

Thinking of this, Fan Ming's face turned even redder, and he suddenly felt that sitting on a man's lap was more like sitting on pins and needles, but he didn't dare to move, for fear that he would really answer the man's words and provoke the man's anger.

This time the squeamish person finally calmed down, and seemed to have become extremely honest in an instant, looking very well-behaved.

Lu Chen looked cute, kissed the boy on the lips like a reward, and said, "That's good."

Fan Ming didn't dare to look at him, but he was worried in his heart, if only he could communicate with his brother, he would definitely come to rescue him.

But his mobile phone was confiscated by the man, and he can only move around with the man's permission. How can he let his brother know to save him?

At this time, Fan Zhi had already used thunderous means to deal with the company targeting them, and was flying to China with Yuan Li.

When they arrived in China, they got in the car that came to pick them up and rushed to the villa. Fan Zhi felt like returning home. He hadn't seen his wife for nearly a week, and he was almost tormented mad by longing.

Then the clouds gathered in the sky, which seemed to indicate that something bad was going to happen. A truck rampaging for unknown reasons came straight to their car. ?