The national male god he privately linked to the station brother

Walking out of the kitchen, Che Shaoqi's lips were a little swollen, as if he had just been punished.

He pursed his lips and took a plate of apple slices that Song Yan had cut, and walked back to his room.

After looking at the doorknob for a while, Che Shaoqi gave up the decision to lock the door to prevent Song Yan from entering, sat down at the desk and turned on the computer.

When Song Yan walked into Che Shaoqi's room, he saw Che Shaoqi biting a piece of apple and staring at the Weibo login interface without moving.

"Why don't you log in?" Song Yan poked his head over and asked him with a smile.

Che Shaoqi was startled and almost dropped the apple slice in his mouth.Song Yan leaned forward and caught it directly with his mouth: "I miss eating, Professor Che, why are you so cute?"

Che Shaoqi blushed at what he said: "Forget..."

"Forgot your password? You can retrieve it here." Song Yan cooperated with him very much, pointing to the "Retrieve Password" button to remind him.

Che Shaoqi pursed his lips, and said after a while: "I haven't forgotten anything, I'm logging in now."

After finishing speaking, Che Shaoqi immediately weighed the importance in his heart, and directly logged into the account of "Song Yan National Fan Support Association".

Sure enough, when Song Yan saw the page after successful login, his attention was completely attracted.Che Shaoqi had to feel in his heart that he had the advantage of having two vests, and that he could use the account "A Date with April Fool's Day" in the future to chase stars like himself.

"You turned out to be... a support club?" Song Yan was very surprised, because the website "Song Yan National Fan Support Club" has been around for a short time since Song Yan's debut, and supporters of all sizes have never been absent. He doesn't participate in fan circles, only convinces people with data, and his fans value data more, instead of quarreling at every turn, "Are you under the skin of the fan club?"

"Subcutaneous" refers to those who manage the official blog behind their backs and use the official blog to speak. As an artist, Song Yan still has this common sense.

"Yeah." Che Shaoqi nodded lightly, feeling ashamed that his hobbies have been peeked into the truth for so many years.

"Then is there anyone else on your site?" According to Song Yan's common sense, a fan site should be composed of many people. People are responsible for retouching pictures, each performing their duties is the structure that a fan station should have.Song Yan thought about it, and felt that the fan station should have the same effect as his team.

"No, I'm alone." Che Shaoqi didn't hide anything.

Song Yan's eyes were full of surprise after hearing this sentence: "Really? Then how are you so busy?"

Che Shaoqi pursed his lips, as if he was thinking about how to answer this question, but in the end he didn't come up with any answer, but he was indeed quite busy.

"What have you posted? Let me see." Although Song Yan was curious about the result of the question, he was gradually attracted by the Weibo content, and put his hand directly on Che Shaoqi's hand holding the mouse .

Originally, he watched it with a hint of curiosity and ridicule, but the more he looked down, the more time went back, and he realized how hard Che Shaoqi had worked so hard to photograph him.Whether it's a remote itinerary when he first debuted, with few people to follow, or a itinerary where he has to toss around day and night because he has no time to turn around and jet lag, Che Shaoqi has followed him.

His eyes were a little hot, Song Yan bent down and put Che Shaoqi in his arms: "Baby, I'm sorry."

"Ah?" Che Shaoqi was a little confused by the sudden apology.

"I shouldn't force you to show it to me. This is your happiness and your world." Song Yan kissed the side of Che Shaoqi's face. He felt that he was forced to spy on Che Shaoqi's hobbies. It is a very inappropriate thing.

"...It doesn't matter, it's you who took the picture anyway, and I can't follow all the itineraries, and some of the pictures are bought from others." Che Shaoqi whispered, "You can send me whatever you want. Look, what... this is also you in my eyes."

It’s really not as easy as what Che Shaoqi said, probably because all the photos were taken by Song Yan himself. He can see the big difference between different photos after such a careful comparison, and can roughly judge how many photos are from others. hand.Song Yan felt sweet in his heart, and broke Che Shaoqi's face, exchanging a kiss with him.

"The mouth is so sweet." Song Yan praised him with a smile.

Che Shaoqi clicked his tongue, as if he was reminiscing about that kiss, making Song Yan press him down and kiss him for a while.

"What do you think of my usual behavior?" Song Yan thought for a while, and added, "From an objective point of view, not from a boyfriend's point of view."

Che Shaoqi automatically filtered the "objective angle" and praised it from the fan level: "It looks good."

"Where does it look good?"

Che Shaoqi still had that expressionless face, but raised his hand to caress the side of Song Yan's face: "It's beautiful here."

Song Yan grabbed his hand: "Apart from this?"

"Good figure, upright outlook, hard work, seriousness, and talent." Che Shaoqi felt that if he was asked to continue, he would boast all the words that could be praised.

Song Yan probably guessed it, and stopped Che Shaoqi: "Okay, I know you want to praise me. Are you tired of chasing stars?"

"Fortunately, I can buy tickets for your public itinerary, the main reason is that I don't have time." Che Shaoqi talked a lot when talking about star chasing, "Because you are top-notch, so there are many sources of information, to a large extent. It's pretty easy to chase, except for the crowds, I was crowded at the airport last year..."

Che Shaoqi fell silent in the middle of speaking.

Song Yan suddenly remembered the day he first met Che Shaoqi, there were many people at the airport, and he helped Che Shaoqi pick up the mask and hat that he accidentally lost.

"Are you going to pick up the plane?" Song Yan asked him.

Che Shaoqi blushed again: "...Yes, your fans are quite powerful."

"You are also my fan, you are stronger in combat." Song Yan praised him with a smile.

Che Shaoqi blushed and retorted: "They're all little girls, it's not kind for me, a grown man, to crowd them."

"Hahahahaha!" Song Yan heard what Che Shaoqi said, he was in a good mood, and wished he could rub him into his arms and pamper him.

"Son!" Wang Lian's voice suddenly came from outside.

Che Shaoqi was startled, immediately covered the laptop, and looked in the direction of the door.

Wang Lian knocked on the door and walked in: "Is your sister back? Ah... are you busy?"

Seeing that Song Yan was there, Wang Lian was a little confused.

Song Yan immediately replied: "Sister Yiyi is back and is resting. We are just going to find a movie to watch. Auntie, did you just come back?"

"Well, I just got home, so take a look, I'm going back to my room first." Wang Lian said and was about to close the door.

Song Yan followed and walked out, blinking at Che Shaoqi before leaving the room: "Auntie, there is breakfast downstairs, it's made by Sister Yiyi, hurry up and try it."

Che Shaoqi watched Song Yan and his mother leave, turned around and turned off the computer, and then closed the door and went downstairs.

Wang Lian, who was sitting in the living room, was having breakfast while chatting with Song Yan: "Do you know Yiyi?"

"Well, we were partners when I first debuted." Song Yan explained.

"Yiyi has worked with you? What does she do?" Wang Lian has never heard Che Yiyi say what she does.

Song Yan also knew about this, and glanced at Che Shaoqi who came downstairs, saw that the other party shook his head, and chose not to say for now: "It's a great job, don't worry, Auntie."

"That's good." Wang Lian also saw Che Shaoqi, knowing that the siblings grew up wearing a pair of pants, that's fine, as long as they know that Che Yiyi is doing well.

Che Shaoqi walked to the dining table and poured a glass of milk for Wang Lian: "Mom, go to sleep after drinking."

"I have to take a shower later, your mother and I haven't changed yet." Wang Lian pointed to her clothes and reminded.

"Where's Dad? You haven't come back yet?" Che Shaoqi knew at a glance that she hadn't slept all night, and couldn't help but worry a little about his father, Che Zhengan, who was still working in the company.

"He'll be back later." After Wang Lian finished speaking, she yawned, obviously sleepy.

Che Shaoqi rarely frowned: "I'll talk to my dad when he comes back."

"Hey, it's enough to have this kind of heart." Wang Lian wanted to laugh a little, her seemingly indifferent son would care about others.

After Wang Lian finished eating, Song Yan immediately took the initiative to take over the important task of packing up, while Che Shaoqi took his mother upstairs to rest.Back downstairs again, I saw Song Yan was on the phone.

"No, at Shaoqi's house."

"Well, I won't go back for the time being. Please help me push the next itinerary. If there are not many itineraries, it will be just right." Song Yan said, "I want to stay here for a few more days."

"I know, I won't be photographed, sister Hui, don't worry."

"...Let's talk about the Chinese New Year, I'm going to trouble Sister Hui today."

After hanging up the phone, when he turned around, he saw Che Shaoqi standing at the door of the kitchen. Song Yan smiled softly: "Why are you here?"

"Sister Hui called you?" When Che Shaoqi asked this, he was a little reluctant, but he felt that Li Hui's call was nothing more than to let Song Yan go back to work.

"Yes, let me arrange the announcement after the next year, and I asked her to push it away from the year before." Song Yan confessed honestly.

"Would it be bad to push it away?" Che Shaoqi hesitated.

"No." Song Yan explained, "Huaguo Central Television didn't invite me this year, and the rest are just some fragmented announcements, so it's okay to postpone it until the next year."

"That's good." Che Shaoqi nodded, and added, "If it really affects you, you can go back."

"That won't work." Song Yan shook his head, "For me now, I can still tell which is more important."

Che Shaoqi stared at Song Yan for a while, then suggested in a low voice: "Then...would you like to spend the Chinese New Year at my house this year?"

Song Yan was flattered: "Is it okay to hang out at your house?"

"As long as my parents agree, I have no objection." Che Shaoqi touched his nose, anyway, his parents are welcome if there is no accident.

"This is the first time I celebrate the New Year at home." Song Yan said with a smile, "Thank you."

Che Shaoqi blushed from being praised, Song Yan took a step forward, raised his hand to push Che Shaoqi's long bangs aside, dragged the back of his head to kiss his lips.

"Click", it seemed to be the sound of the key falling on the ground, Che Shaoqi was startled, pushed Song Yan away and saw Che Zhengan standing outside the kitchen.

His father had an unclear expression on his face, as if he was thinking about when his son got mixed up with Song Yan, who was about to become the spokesperson of his own industry.