The national male god he privately linked to the station brother

Walking along the road behind the Pingqiao Hotel for a while, Che Shaoqi secretly glanced at the silent Song Yan several times, and couldn't help but ask, "Why didn't you ask me?"

"Ask you what?" Song Yan smiled and turned his head, his eyes made Che Shaoqi puzzled.

"...I lied to you. I went to see the show but told you that I didn't watch it." When Che Shaoqi said this, he was embarrassed and folded his hands, a bit like a child waiting for a lecture.

Song Yan seemed to have discovered a new continent, and looked at Che Shaoqi with a little more interest in his eyes.

Che Shaoqi is smart, serious, upright, and even more adorable.

"Am I such a stingy person?" Song Yan put his arms around Che Shaoqi's shoulder, and patted him on the shoulder like a brother, "Now you don't owe me one meal, you owe me two, how about it?" ?”

Che Shaoqi blinked blankly, but did not answer Song Yan's question.

Song Yan couldn't hold back, turned around to face him, and raised his chin with his right index finger, forcing him to raise his head slightly: "Huh?"

The rising ending made Che Shaoqi's face redden with a "boom".

With a straight face and tense body, he took a step back in a panic, avoiding Song Yan's touch: "...that's ok."

"Okay, I'll decide what to eat, and where to eat." Song Yan's plan succeeded, smiling like a cunning fox.

Che Shaoqi didn't notice anything wrong at all, and nodded very seriously: "Okay."

Isn't it just a matter of inviting two meals?Can he still be bankrupted?

Song Yan turned around again, and walked along the lake side by side with Che Shaoqi: "To be honest, what do you think of my show from the audience's point of view? Did it go wrong?"

"No." This time, Che Shaoqi quickly answered the other party's question.

Song Yan smiled and said, "Really? I still despise those clothes that are too revealing."

"... Is there?" Che Shaoqi, who feasted his eyes, didn't think so.

Song Yan took advantage of the gloomy light reflected from the ice on the lake to peek at the people beside him, and took out his mobile phone.

Che Shaoqi only thought that he wanted to do something, and didn't take it seriously.

And Song Yan, who was holding a mobile phone, had already turned on the camera, ready to secretly take a photo.On the frozen lake, two magpies slowly approached, and from the perspective of outsiders, they seemed to touch their lips sweetly, which immediately attracted Che Shaoqi's attention.

"I saw a magpie." The expression on Che Shaoqi's face suddenly softened. As the saying goes, good things will happen when you see a magpie. He also saw two magpies at this moment.

"Well, maybe something good happened recently." Song Yan responded, and saved the photos he secretly took in an album pulled out from the album. The name of the album was "Che Che".

Looking at the first photo in the "Cheche" atlas, Song Yan couldn't restrain the corners of his mouth from rising.

Che Shaoqi didn't know what was going on at all, so he withdrew his gaze from the magpie and turned to look at Song Yan: "Where are we going?"

After being exposed by his parents, Che Shaoqi no longer had any expectations. The only thing he was lucky about was that his parents didn't know that he was a fan of Song Yan, and he was even a station brother who took pictures and itineraries. No panties left.After Song Yan and Che Zhengan talked about being the spokesperson for Pingqiao Hotel, Che Shaoqi planned to send Song Yan back to the room out of politeness, but was brought out by the other party.

It has been almost half an hour to walk along the lake, and it is still a bit cold in winter. Thinking of this, Che Shaoqi couldn't help shrinking his neck.

In fact, Song Yan just wanted to be alone with Che Shaoqi for a while, after all, it was rare to have such a good opportunity, when asked by the other party at this moment, he couldn't find any excuse, so he reluctantly said: "Let's go, it's cold outside, let's go back rest."

"it is good."

Back at the hotel again, it was Song Yan sending Che Shaoqi back to the room.

Che Shaoqi lives in 2402, which happens to be directly below Song Yan's room.

Song Yan originally wanted to go in and take a look, but Che Shaoqi had no intention of inviting him in, so he had no choice but to give up: "Go to bed early."

"Okay, so are you."

After Che Shaoqi finished speaking, he was about to close the door.Song Yan suddenly reached out to block the door that was gradually closing: "When are you going back to China?"

Che Shaoqi was taken aback, almost thinking that Song Yan had discovered something about him in the room.

"...No, I don't know, it depends on my parents." Regarding this point, Che Shaoqi did not lie, although he really wanted to go back to the country with Song Yan, but the current reality did not allow it.

"That means you will still be here tomorrow." Song Yan confirmed to him.

"Here I am."

"Are you still going to the catwalk tomorrow? I have another show tomorrow night, and I have a separate interview in the afternoon." Song Yan invited, "If you want to come, I'll take you to my lounge."

Che Shaoqi politely declined, "Will it bother you?"

"No, are you coming?" Song Yan asked expectantly.

"...Okay." Che Shaoqi nodded cautiously, but his heart seemed to be flying.

Song Yan got an affirmative answer and was satisfied: "Good night."

"Good night."

Taking a step back, Song Yan said before turning around, "See you tomorrow."

Che Shaoqi's heart skipped a beat, and he replied with red ears: "See you tomorrow."

Before dawn the next day, Song Yan stood leaning against the wall outside Che Shaoqi's room in high spirits. He planned to ask Che Shaoqi to have dinner with him, thinking that he hadn't fallen in love yet and wanted to start dating. breakfast.

Che Shaoqi is not a person who likes to sleep in. He has been working and resting for many years, going to bed at 12:30 and starting at 08:30.

At 29:[-], before the alarm clock rang, Che Shaoqi opened his eyes.

He waited for a minute, sat up from the bed, stared at the little "Song Yan" pillow for a while, remembered what happened yesterday, and threw himself into it.

"Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" to outsiders, it was obviously overjoyed.

When he raised his head again, the little "Song Yan" pillow slowly returned to its original shape from the sunken state, and Che Shaoqi went into the bathroom to wash up contentedly.Even after looking at the mirror for a long time, I decided to ask the hotel service to bring breakfast.

Not long after, the hotel waiter pushed the dining car out of the elevator. When the waiter looked at the door plate and walked to the door of room 2402, he met Song Yan's eyes.

After a while, the waiter said: "Sir, do you need any help?"

Song Yan, who had been waiting for two hours full of energy, was about to stiffen his legs, but he smiled on his face: "No need, this is... for the owner of this room?"

"That's right, Master Che is used to eating Chinese breakfast." The waiter nodded earnestly. He knew that the chairman's son Che Shaoqi lived in this room, so the address "Master Che" came naturally.

"Give it to me, I'm his friend, I was waiting for him to wake up." Song Yan quickly adapted to Che Shaoqi's status as "Master Che" and took over the dining car from the waiter.

The waiter let out an "Ah", and watched in a daze as Song Yan knocked on the door and pushed the dining car in without any room for intervention, and the door of 2402 was closed again.

"Morning." Song Yan said hello and put the food from the dining car on the table.

Che Shaoqi was stunned, there was still a little "Song Yan" pillow on his bed!

"What's wrong?" Song Yan set up breakfast and turned to look at Che Shaoqi who seemed to be terrified.

"No, nothing!" After Che Shaoqi finished speaking, he rushed into the room without looking back, put the little "Song Yan" pillow, "Song Yan" mouse pad, "Song Yan" bus card, and "Song Yan" key chain He threw it into the closet, then turned off the computer and the camera that was on standby, and then walked out of the room again.

For the first time, he was extremely grateful for the existence of the compound hotel suite.

If it wasn't for the fact that the living room and the bedroom were separated, he wouldn't use the living room often. After being exposed yesterday, he would lose so much today that he wouldn't even have any underwear left.

Song Yan looked at Che Shaoqi strangely, and didn't understand what was going on with his expression as if he was facing a big enemy. He obviously said "good night" and "see you tomorrow" to each other yesterday, such sweet and bubbling words.

Song Yan was a little hurt, but he didn't dare to say it, and it was no different from a glass heart.

Calmly pointing at the Chinese breakfast on the table, Song Yan said: "Come to have breakfast, I originally wanted to ask you to go out to eat together, but I just happened to meet a waiter in the corridor to bring you breakfast."

Only then did Che Shaoqi realize that he only ordered one serving: "I'll ask them to add another serving."

"It's okay, I'm not hungry." Song Yan actually wanted Che Shaoqi to say "I'll give you half", but he could only think about it.

Che Shaoqi had already reached out and grabbed the phone on the table, and ordered another breakfast with the front desk.

Not long after, the waiter brought another one of the same Chinese breakfast.

Che Shaoqi introduced like the owner: "These kinds of breakfast in Pingqiao are the most delicious, and I always feel that the Western style is not as good as the Chinese style. Would you like to try it?"

Song Yan nodded and took a sip of the preserved egg porridge.The lean meat in the porridge is cut into pieces of equal width and length, which shows the fineness of the knife. Even the preserved eggs are in the same cone shape, and the rice grains are boiled so soft that they melt in the mouth.

"It smells so good." I have to admit that this is the best breakfast Song Yan has ever eaten.

"Right?" Che Shaoqi's eyes lit up when he heard Song Yan's praise.

"Well, is this a fried dough stick?"

"Yes, porridge with deep-fried dough sticks is my favorite combination." Che Shaoqi nodded.

Song Yan picked up the cut fritters and took a bite, and it spread out crisply in his mouth, unlike the breakfast you can buy for a few dollars on the street, but like an exquisite noble pastry.

Che Shaoqi knew his hotel very well, so he talked a lot more when he spoke.Song Yan sat across from him and listened carefully. After hearing the rest, the topic turned to shooting hotel posters.

"I haven't seen anyone else endorse a hotel, maybe you'll have to lie in bed and take some posters."

"Ah."

"I think it should be just right to shoot from this angle." Che Shaoqi said, he had already stood up, gestured for the approximate position of the bed, and gestured for the photographer's shooting angle.

That posture was particularly professional, and it seemed to be full of experience, not at all like it was said casually.

Song Yan couldn't help asking: "Do you know how to take pictures?"