Dressed as cannon fodder to marry into a wealthy family

Seeing that the two of them were pale with fright, Yan Zhao glanced at the security guard who was running towards him, and without a word, got out of the car and kicked Cao Zhicheng!

The opponent was startled, his legs were weak, and he had tried his best to keep standing, but now he was kicked, unable to resist, and fell to the ground with his buttocks, grinning.

In fact, Yan Zhao really wanted to imitate the unscrupulous boy who said something cruel to him, but the situation was critical, and the right way was to do more and less pretend, so he hurriedly dragged Ying Hongyu and stuffed him into the car.

After the lock was locked, his heartbeat stabilized a little.

It's really not a human thing for a hero to save the beauty.

Sitting in the tin box, it seems that my skin has an extra layer of armor.

Cao Zhicheng had already slowed down, stumbling towards him, his hands resting on the front of the car, his eyes were red.

The security guard also rushed over and stood in front of the car, but was pushed away severely by the other party.

Cao Zhicheng spat at the security guard: "Useless stuff!" He slapped the car hood again, gritted his teeth, and said, "Keep bumping! Do you dare?!"

The competitiveness of male creatures is often one of the reasons that put them in danger, but survival is the most difficult instinct of all natures to defy.

In the dim parking lot, Yan Zhao's eyes were so dark that he couldn't find any other color. He pursed his lips and stepped hard, the engine of the nanny's car roared like a beast, and the wheels turned, and it slammed forward. !

He didn't think that this incompetent and furious scum could have the ability to defy his instincts. If he did, it would be due to his underdeveloped motor nerves, so he couldn't hide!

Cao Zhicheng originally thought that no matter how brave Chen Yaojin was, he would not dare to bump into others, but unexpectedly, the thrust from the front increased rapidly.

At this moment, the dominance over the body finally shifted from the lower body to the brain, and Cao Zhicheng couldn't let go of his beauty, so he could only hide away embarrassingly.

"You lunatic!" He yelled at the little broken car that was sprinting away, "Wait for me, I'm going to kill you!"

There was the ear-piercing sound of the tires rubbing against the ground, and the car turned around and charged this way again!

"Wow!" Cao Zhicheng was so frightened that he rolled and scrambled to the side, only to see the car parked in front of him, the window slid down, the young man wearing sunglasses pursed his lips, and turned his wrist down, rather Thumbs up, giving him a gesture of contempt.

coward.

After closing the window, Yan Zhao threw the sunglasses aside, like a lion winning a fight, triumphantly drove away in the nanny car.

In the rearview mirror, the young man who looked like a stone statue moved, hugged his knees tightly, and his neck drooped like a dying swan.

"Are you okay?" Yan Zhao asked, "Whether you are okay or not, tell me your home address now."

Ying Hongyu reported a string of addresses in a low voice, Yan Zhao clicked on the navigation, and the place was exactly the opposite of his home.

Late at night is the time for Qiu Mingshan Rider's activities!But he didn't dare to be a big racer in Jincheng in this busy area, he could only become a slow tortoise flipping his webbed palms in the sea of ​​cars.

Ying Hongyu was drugged by Cao Dao, and his bones were all shattered. Yan Zhao could only help him upstairs, put him on the bed, and covered him with a quilt.

I was almost like a loving old father.Yan Zhao was shocked by his own thoughts, and then remembered that the role of this loving father should have been played by another person.

He asked, "Where's your agent?"

Ying Hongyu looked at the ceiling, sneered, and murmured: "Dead."

Yan Zhao: "..." Shit, Qiu Chengtian clearly said that he met him in the bathroom.

It is not uncommon for celebrities to have conflicts with their managers. Yan Zhao has also changed several managers for different reasons, but in the final analysis, it is because of the word "profit".

"Then you have a good rest." He turned off the light, closed the door, and swallowed everything in the room through the crack of the door, a light "thank you" came.

Sure enough, when we got back to the small villa, it was time to turn the pages of the calendar.

There was no light in the house, it was quiet and dark, and all the furniture was wrapped in a layer of black gauze.

The guts of hitting and kicking Director Cao just now withdrew into his stomach. Yan Zhao patted on the light and saw that there was nothing unusual in the entrance, so he let go of his tense shoulders.

Wash your face and brush your teeth, then go to bed, there is another commercial to be shot tomorrow...

He walked forward with drooping sleepy eyes, and as soon as he came out of the entrance, he suddenly found someone sitting on the sofa!

Nerves tense into a thread suddenly, and then slack down.

Shen Yuanting...

Yan Zhao is used to living alone, even though he has lived here for a while, occasionally he still has the illusion that he lives alone. After all, he is very busy, and Shen Yuanting is even busier.

Many days, when he was shooting late into the night, he still saw that the lights in the study room were on.When he got up in the morning, Shen Yuanting had already left him one step ahead, leaving only the steaming breakfast on the dining table.

By the way, I haven't found a new housekeeper yet, who cooks the breakfast?The snail girl?

The breakfast was prepared in different ways, and it tasted good, Yan Zhao felt that it could not be Shen Yuanting's masterpiece.

Ning Yunfan would die of anger when Bai Yueguang made soup for him.

Yan Zhao squatted down, picked up Wang Zai who was spinning around at his feet, and sat down beside Shen Yuanting.

Shen Yuanting squinted at him, there was a thick blue in his eyes.

In fact, he has always had it, but this person looks foul, and has dark circles under the eyes, which are also the dark circles of the VIP advanced version. The fairy posture of Lao Tzu sleeping in an ice coffin for a hundred years".

Yan Zhao scratched Wang Zai's chin and asked, "Why are you still awake? Are you waiting for me?"

The point is the first sentence, and the latter sentence was just a question in passing. When he said it, he didn't think too much about it.He's not that big yet.

Shen Yuanting blinked slowly, his eyelashes cast a shadow on his face.

He said "Yes".

Yan Zhao raised his eyes and looked at the man in surprise.

Did he hear correctly?Is Shen Yuanting "en"?Damn, what virtue and ability can he have to make Boss Shen wait for him until the early hours of the morning? He is not an executive who shoulders the burden of the company, nor is he the hero of the original novel The Chosen One.

Shen Yuanting stared at him silently, taking a panoramic view of his surprised appearance.

After answering his question, the questioner should change.

Shen Yuanting asked: "Where did you go?"

This question gets to the point!

Yan Zhao leaned forward, lowered his voice, and whispered, "My hero saved the beauty!"

hero.Save the beauty.

Those peach blossom eyes were shining, a little dazzling.

The corners of Shen Yuanting's mouth were straightened indistinctly, and his eyes were immersed in shadows, like amber submerged in water.

His tone was unwavering: "Who did you save?"

Yan Zhao smiled triumphantly, like a cat that has snatched a fish and raised its tail proudly.

He told Shen Yuanting what happened tonight, last night to be precise. When he said that he drove to scare Cao Zhicheng, he said excitedly: "I'm not very good at fighting. Fortunately, I have a car today."

What is there to be happy about?

Shen Yuanting asked with a dull face: "Then there is no car?"

"Eh?" Yan Zhao rolled his black eyes, "If you don't have a car, there is a way."

"Then tell me, what are the ways?"

Yan Zhao thought about it, and called the police?To find someone else from the TV station who hasn't left yet?But by doing so, it is estimated that Ying Hongyu was kidnapped by the scum before the rescuers arrived.

"I know." Yan Zhao clenched his fists and said seriously, "I'm going to learn boxing, so I won't be afraid in the future!"

When he was filming martial arts films before, he also practiced with professionals for a period of time, but after filming the film, his brain automatically cleared those moves.Just like when he took the exam, after the exam, he didn't even remember any questions on the paper.

Don't remember things that you don't care about, don't remember things that don't need to be used, and occasionally people will say that you are a little less humane, but it doesn't matter.What others think is none of his business.

Shen Yuanting sighed lowly, and supported his forehead.

Yan Zhao looked at the man puzzled. Could there be something wrong with what he said?Boxing is both fitness and self-defense, perfect!

Shen Yuanting asked: "Aren't you afraid?"

Of course you will be afraid, but with the blood running and the adrenaline running high, the fear will only hit slowly after the dust has settled.and……

Yan Zhao took it for granted, "Ying Hongyu is even more afraid, he is only alone."

Yes, he is alone.

"..." Shen Yuanting tilted his head, put him in the center of his sight, and told him, "Don't do this next time."

Yan Zhao nodded: "En."

This time I was too impulsive, so I don't want to travel alone in the future.

Shen Yuanting asked again: "Did you hurt yourself when you fought with Cao Zhicheng?"

"No, there was no injury in the whole process, it's amazing!" Yan Zhao raised his head and chest, but there was a flash of pain in his waist, and he slowly retracted, like a soft mussel retracting into its shell.

Shen Yuanting's eyes slid down: "Your waist."

"This." Yan Zhao explained with a smile while supporting his lower back, "It was hurt while dancing. It's not a big problem, just apply the medicine and it will be fine."

There were a few backflips in the dance moves. He was wearing a necklace today, and the silver chain hurt his face. He couldn't help but make a small mistake, but it didn't affect the stage effect.

As long as he is an entertainer, whether it is singing and dancing idols or acting actors, he is more or less a little sick, and he is used to it.

It is this pain, no matter how many times it occurs, it is very uncomfortable. This is one of the few moments when he wishes he was a shivering M.

Shen Yuanting observed his expression and asked: "What about the medicine, it's not convenient for you to take it by yourself."

Yan Zhao understood what he meant, and jumped up: "In the bedroom, I'll get it!"

They are all men, and they have been changed by Shen Yuanting long ago, so there is nothing to be ashamed of.

The medicine is always on hand, and the original body is stuffed in the small medicine box.

Yan Zhao lifted up his shirt, revealing a small section of his waist.

Ten catties fatter on camera, celebrities are basically thinner in order to make themselves look better in the camera, and the original body is no exception.

Thin and thin, in order to make his body look better, he still has what he should have. Thin muscles cover the top, making the line of his waist look like a wolf's stroke, slender and powerful, and a deep back line is pulled down. , hidden in jeans.

Yan Zhao turned his hand back and pointed at the injured part: "Here."

Shen Yuanting's expression was indifferent, as if what appeared in front of him was not a smooth and thin waist, but a bisque vase.

He squeezed the medicine and put his palm on it. When he first came into contact with the warm skin of the other party, the other party trembled, his muscles tensed up, and soon relaxed again.

"It's so cold." Yan Zhao muttered.

"Endure it." Shen Yuanting said indifferently, rubbing his wound with the palm of his hand, melting the ointment.

The soreness slowly climbed up, Yan Zhao frowned, and the part that was rubbed felt a little hot.

"Take it easy..." he begged in a low voice, "I'm in pain."

Shen Yuanting's hand paused for a moment and increased the strength, Yan Zhao cried out "ah".

Shen Yuanting's tone was still cold: "Do you know that you smell like someone else."

"Ah?" Yan Zhao turned his head, his black pupils were wet, like black glass soaked in water.

He sniffed his wrist, but he couldn't smell anything, so he asked, "Is there any?"

Shen Yuanting said directly: "Who have you hugged?"

Yan Zhao inexplicably felt that his words were a bit gloomy, like the first rain falling from the dark clouds in a sultry summer.

"Ying Hongyu, he can't walk anymore." He replied, "But I didn't hug him, I just supported him."

That's why there is a greasy milky aroma on his neck, which is different from the clear citrus, and he knows it as soon as he smells it.

Shen Yuanting lowered his eyes and patted his waist: "It's over."

Yan Zhao squeezed out a long "en" from his nasal cavity, and tore off his shirt to cover that small piece of shiny white skin.

He didn't understand why Shen Juju slapped him on the waist. This is probably the same reason that some people must piously and forcefully close the cover of the book after reading the book.

Ceremony?