shining you

This restaurant is a two-story building, the first floor is for entertaining guests, and the second floor is for private use.

Above is the kitchen, two rooms, and a bathroom. Shen Chen went up for a walk, but his hands were washed clean, but he lost his appetite.

Jiang Weiqiao was eating bread and drinking mineral water. Seeing him come down, she asked with concern, "Chenchen, do you want some?"

"No, thank you Brother Jiang." Shen Chen shook his head wearily.

Why?What did he call himself just now?

Heck, it's too close.

The rustling noise stopped, and Mu Fuyang put his hands on the ground, even though his back was turned away, he still looked back.

He seemed a little puzzled, but he knew it was not convenient to ask, so he just stared at Shen Chen.

On the contrary, Songyan's gaze circled between Shen Chen and Jiang Weiqiao: "Yo, you two are already so familiar."

Jiang Weiqiao snorted, as if she was too lazy to answer his unnutritious question.

Shen Chen took out food from his backpack, went to sit next to Mu Fuyang, and saw that he opened the cabinet door, and those messy threads protruded from a black box, and there was a countdown on it—— 67 minutes.

"Eat?" Shen Chen sat down next to him, "Here, at least drink some water."

Mu Fuyang turned his face sideways, raised his eyebrows, and squinted at him.

"..."

Shen Chen couldn't figure out the meaning of his expression.

It took me a long time to figure it out, and I felt incredible, moved the microphone, lowered my voice and approached: "What are you thinking, I don't know why he called me that."

Only then did Mu Fuyang loosen the line of his lips slightly, and said, "He is straight."

"That's right, then you still—" He put his arm against Mu Fuyang's arm, and his knee never touched Mu Fuyang's calf, "Hey, how do you know that he is straight?"

Mu Fuyang smiled, without saying anything, reached out and took the water bottle from his hand.

Twist the cap and drink elegantly.

Shen Chen looked at his up and down Adam's apple, Jiang Weiqiao straight or curved was immediately forgotten by him, he was not interested in knowing.

He sat in front of the bomb, thinking wildly, ready to move, Mu Fuyang finished drinking the water, and handed over the bottle: "You drink too."

The tips of Shen Chen's ears turned red secretly, thinking: whoever drinks your saliva is doing it in front of audiences across the country.

……

However, I do feel a little thirsty.

It's okay to have a couple of sips.

They men didn't care about indirect kissing or anything like that.

Take it and take two sips.

"Eat biscuits?" After drinking the water, he took out the biscuits again.

Mu Fuyang didn't answer: "What should you do if I eat?"

"Split it, divide this first, and share yours later." Shen Chen patted his chest, "You rest for a while, I'll take it apart."

"It's not that simple, there is no picture, and the lines are not clear."

Shen Chen felt that he was playing super seriously, and didn't want him to be too stressed, so he smiled at him: "Leave it to me, it's okay."

Mu Fuyang stared at him for two seconds, took the biscuits, and chewed them piece by piece.

He leaned back a little, staring at Shen Chen's hair. Today he clearly had his hairstyle done, but he didn't know what he did just now, and the back of his head was scratched by him again, the hair fluttering around, and there was a deep dimple on his neck. Slot, recessed into the collar of the T-shirt.

So cute.

His expression gradually became softer.

Shen Chen bent his back to organize the wiring, not knowing that someone had carefully outlined him in his heart from the hairline to the back to the buttocks, and he could clearly know what he looked like under the clothes without closing his eyes and thinking about it. Thin lines.

Jiang Weiqiao and Song Yan, one is a movie star and the other is a well-known singer-songwriter, both of them have a higher status than them. Now they are sitting on the sidelines and enjoying their success, and even made a bet on which of them can dismantle the bomb.

Jiang Weiqiao had one long leg lying across the chair and was not allowed to smoke. He rubbed his chin boredly: "I bet on Shen Chen, a bag of bread."

Song Yan snorted: "I'm still too confident, Xiao Mu is the captain, of course I bet on Xiao Mu."

"What gambling money?"

"My precious ham sausage."

"Which ham sausage do you have?"

"..."

Jiang Weiqiao smiled and slapped the table excitedly: "Okay, be bold!"

Shen Chen, who was burying his head in the action, accidentally caught a sentence, but was really speechless: "..."

Is this whole paragraph a beep or a crash?

And you also bet on this kind of thing?Now that the Administration is so strict, can this program be aired?

Mu Fuyang's biscuits were almost eaten, and he finished cross-legged, and moved his fingers to get the thread.

Shen Chen stared at his slender fingers. Although he was sure that his physics was two hundred blocks away from this person, at least he knew better than Mu Fuyang which one of the series circuit and parallel circuit connected to the so-called controller. I am a miracle boy in my heart, and knowledge reserves may not be so important to him, so I couldn't help but say, "What do you think?"

Mu Fuyang stared at the messy lines: "I said earlier that the lines are too messy. You see, another 10 minutes have passed."

"..." Shen Chen was embarrassed, and instantly felt low in thinking about this question.

Mu Fuyang noticed his expression: "What do you want to say?"

"No, nothing." Shen Chen shook his head.

Mu Fuyang bent his neck and fiddled with it seriously.

Shen Chen glanced at the time, indeed, there were only about fifty minutes left, and he didn't know why he was so calm.

This is the time to concentrate.

He propped up his knees slightly, moved forward twice, holding a messy thread in his hand, and was sorting it out. Within two or three minutes, Mu Fuyang suddenly said, "Scissors."

"what?"

"Scissors, these strips are not connected. It's okay to cut them off." He has obviously made a valid judgment.

Shen Chen turned over to get the scissors in his bag, came back, handed them over, and couldn't help but tease in his tone: "Are you sure? I didn't cut it wrong and the bomb exploded. Our team is all dead."

Mu Fuyang snorted, raised his eyelids slightly, and raised one corner of his mouth: "Why, don't you want to hang out with me?"

Shen Chen stared at the faint orange halo above his head, speechless.

Seeing Shen Chen stunned, he grabbed his collar and hooked him forward, forcing Shen Chen to bend down.

He bit his ears at him, his voice was extremely low, but he was extremely calm, and still exudes sex｜cold laziness: "You hang up with me, isn't it very romantic?"

!

Romantic, it is romantic.

Accompanied by his sultry breathing that was clearly in contrast to his attitude, Shen Chen's legs were about to go limp, and his heart was pounding, but he wanted to beg this brother, this was a recorded program, and there were N cameras around him. Living room at home.

As soon as he let go, Mu Fuyang took the scissors calmly, and cut several threads.

The countdown is still going on, which shows that his judgment is completely correct.

Shen Chen wiped the sweat from his palms on his knees, grabbed the strands, and forcibly let himself out of the chaos of being teased, and devoted himself to the matter at hand.

Mu Fuyang looked at his expression and let out a chuckle.

Time passed slowly, and Jiang Weiqiao and Songyan, who had just sworn that they were all right, could hardly sit still. After smoking their cigarettes one after another, they came to wander around, especially Jiang Weiqiao, standing behind Shen Chen with his hands on his thighs, like a staring The old father, who was worried while watching his son doing homework, sighed: "It's been a long time, and you haven't cut one?"

Shen Chen's forehead was sweating a little, but he didn't speak.

Song Yan also approached, stuck behind Mu Fuyang, and choked him: "Don't put so much pressure on the kids."

He looked at the dwindling thread in Mu Fuyang's hands, and was relieved but worried at the same time: "Xiao Mu cut it very quickly, but we have less than 10 minutes left, and 10 minutes is enough for you to help Shen Chen sort out the problem." Is it the line on the side?"

Jiang Weiqiao thumped her legs: "Why don't I come with Songyan?"

Shen Chen said, "Give me some more time."

Jiang Weiqiao stared at him: "Aren't you a top student? I think your level is probably not better than our two old gangsters."

Songyan squinted her eyes, said with her hands on her hips, "Are you admitting that you are a veteran now?"

Although Jiang Weiqiao was impatient, she still had time to argue with him: "Junior high school physics is like a living fossil to me."

"What about high school?"

"I have learned literature."

Songyan shrugged: "It's a problem that even a master of science can't handle. Let us two liberal arts students forget about it. My mother's circuit is broken and she never asks me to fix it. Electrocute yourself."

Songyan has always been vague about her sexual orientation to the outside world, but what she said was very sisterly. Jiang Weiqiao laughed when she heard it. When both of them were at a loss, Mu Fuyang tilted his head: "How are you? How about I come."

Shen Chen was so engrossed in geography that he didn't hear his words clearly: "Huh?"

Mu Fuyang didn't want to hurt his self-esteem, and besides, he didn't clean up the stalls allocated by him.

With just over 10 minutes left, not to mention Jiang Weiqiao and Songyan, even the mighty filming crew and the filming director team were about to give up, Jiang Weiqiao bent down and whispered: "I'll come, otherwise I'll watch this episode, you learn Tyrants can't protect themselves."

Shen Chen remained motionless.

Jiang Weiqiao squatted down, trying to take the thread from his hand, Shen Chen shook his hand: "Our scissors, Brother Jiang."

Jiang Weiqiao was overjoyed: "Have you finally straightened out one thing?"

He fumbled on the ground for a long time before he found the scissors that he accidentally kicked aside just now.

"Thank you." Shen Chen took it over and started cutting.

Song Yan was standing next to Mu Fuyang with a dignified expression, watching the messy lines in his hands gradually become clear and sparse, but it would be difficult to dismantle them before the explosion, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of Shen Chen's flying shears, The whole person was stunned, and hurriedly rubbed over to stop: "Son, don't dare to mess around, we still have 10 minutes of footage, don't finish it so hastily, especially me! I didn't rank in the last issue, I can't stand your pretense!"

Jiang Weiqiao blocked his flailing hands: "Just let him cut it, and entrust your fate to him. Maybe Chenchen is lucky."

Songyan shook her head frantically: "I won't do it! My own life will be ruined, and I will ruin it later!"

Jiang Weiqiao supported him: "Brother, calm down!"

The two were close to hand-to-hand combat. The photographer had never seen the spectacle of "fighting" between the big shots in the film industry and the big shots in the music scene, and they all attracted their attention. Shen Chen scratched his head: "Stop arguing, I should have left a red thread here, if you keep arguing, I will cut it wrong."

Jiang Weiqiao: "..."

Songyan: "..."

The two silently exclaimed: so fast?

He has a lot of threads in his hand, at least thirty or so, and he can judge one in just over a minute, and he manages it so clearly that even the screenwriter was surprised: "I didn't make this device so easy to solve." ?”

Just as he was talking, Shen Chen threw away the scissors, raised his head and wiped his forehead: "My eyes are going to be dazzled after cutting."

Mu Fuyang turned his head, and before he had time to capture his immediate expression, he was overtaken by those two people, and Shen Chen was almost thrown to the ground: "So you weren't Hu Jian just now?"

"Why should I cut it?"

"Good job, I didn't see it, you kid can do it."

"It's okay, it's okay..."

Shen Chen pushed the two giants away, turned into a strange face, and struggled to sit up: "Let me help the boss."

With exactly 10 minutes left, he stroked a few sticks from Mu Fuyang's hand: "What's the situation with you?"

Mu Fuyang checked the route: "Don't dare to cut, I'm not sure about these, if I make a mistake, the game will end early."

Shen Chen observed carefully, and couldn't help muttering: "I can't see that you play so seriously."

Mu Fuyang patted him on the shoulder, calm and calm: "Doesn't it mean that my boyfriend and my teammates want to play two more games?"

"...!!" Shen Chen almost gave him a heart attack.

This game didn't scare him out of a heart attack, Mu Fuyang's words almost brought him to the brink of sudden death.

Jiang Weiqiao subdued Songyan: "What did you two say?"

Shen Chen and Fu Yang opened their mouths together: "It's nothing."

Songyan half-lyed on the table: "To be honest, the tacit understanding between these two bastards is unusual. If the two of us would definitely quarrel because of disagreements, that's why I decided not to come by myself."

"Oh, there are so many reasons why you don't come by yourself, if you are mentally handicapped, just say so." Jiang Weiqiao shook his head.

Mu Fuyang suddenly said: "Maybe there is a blue line left on my side."

Shen Chen nodded: "I think so too."

5 minute left.

Under the nervous gaze of many onlookers, Shen Chen and Mu Fuyang each held a thread.

Shen Chen pinched the red thread in his hand: "So do you think it's red or blue?"

Song Yan had a ferocious expression on the side, her eyes widened: "Don't pinch it so hard! What if you break it?!"

Mu Fuyang turned a deaf ear: "So these two guesses are based on luck?"

Shen Chen squeezed again: "I can't judge, there are no screws here, and it can't be removed anymore, I have to ask the screenwriter."

The director team shouted for the screenwriter outside: "It's just luck!"

Song Yan's blue veins bulged: "I told you not to pinch, you pinched my heart."

Jiang Weiqiao stomped her feet: "Damn it, it feels like I'm filming "Speed"."

Mu Fuyang held the blue thread and snorted: "If this is the case, why don't we guess the game, whoever loses will cut it."

Songyan Jiangwei Qiao Qiqi shouted: "You two dare?!!!"

Shen Chen: "..."

Mu Fuyang: "..."

Shen Chen looked at the two of them: "Why don't you decide, and the boss and I will implement it."

Songyan Jiangwei Qiao Qiqi retreated: "No, I can't take this idea."

Shen Chen kicked Mu Fuyang's shoe toe: "I think it's cutting the blue line."

Mu Fuyang: "Why?"

Shen Chen scratched his chin: "Doesn't red represent victory?"

Songyan hopped: "Red also represents a dog leash!"

Shen Chen: "...I can tell, he wants to die by your hands."

Mu Fuyang chuckled, and glanced at the countdown: "There is still 1 minute left, if we don't make a decision, we will wipe out all the bombs."

Shen Chen nodded: "In 1 minute, you can go back and forth at least [-] times between the red and blue answers."

Mu Fuyang said: "Anyway, I listen to you, your luck is better than mine."

Shen Chen: "Haven't you seen me draw lots?"

Mu Fuyang laughed again.

Countdown to 45 seconds.

Songyan looked at the side and jumped anxiously, and slapped Jiang Weiqiao's arm: "Is there still time for them to joke around here? You two hurry up and think about it seriously!"

Countdown to 30 seconds.

Shen Chen pursed his lips: "You really believe me."

Mu Fuyang: "It's not bad to die together anyway."

Jiang Weiqiao couldn't calm down any longer: "Bah, bah, why did you die together?! Bastards!"

Countdown to 20 seconds.

Shen Chen murmured, "Why are the two elderly people so eager to win?"

He picked up the scissors.

Countdown to ten seconds.

Regardless of Songyan's obstruction, he pulled the blue line in Mu Fuyang's hand.

Count down two seconds.

He clicked the knife.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa than.'

However, after waiting for a while, there was no broadcast.

Jiang Weiqiao was the first to react, he got rid of the strongman Suo Nan, and saw Shen Chen dangling with the cut blue thread.

He laughed heartlessly, never expecting to be jostled by three men in the next second.

"Damn..." Shen Chen grinned from being crushed, with a grim expression on his face, the weight was no different from being killed by a bomb.

Before the four of them had time to enjoy the joy of the rest of their lives, they heard voices shouting outside.

"Brother Jiang, you are surrounded by us!"

It's Chen Zhuoya.