The traffic and the movie king are together [Entertainment circle]

open the door!open the door!You have the ability to mess with men and men, and you have the ability to open the door!

Outside, there were continuous knocking on the door and noisy human voices, reminding the little ostrich inside the door that even if it buried its face in the quilt, it would be useless to rub its ears against He Yan's chest.

"Aren't you going to open the door? Is there a spare key in the room? It seems to be at Xiaowu's place. Who can get it from him?"

"It's not good to open the door..."

"Hey, what are these two big men..."

The outsiders didn't know if they told him on purpose, they chatted one after another, and matched the rhythmic knocking on the door, knocking into their ears one after another.

Seeing that He Yanzhi showed signs of opening his eyes, Bai Xuchuan gritted his teeth and used all his strength to lift him away, pulling himself out like quickly pulling out a tablecloth from under twelve upside-down glasses, and then the carp straightened up. , Fish jumping over the dragon's gate, jumping to another empty bed like a flying fish, messing up the sheets and quilts to pretend that they slept on this bed all night, then hurriedly put on their clothes and pants, and went to open the door for them.

As for the xx situation that needs to be covered up, Bai Xuchuan looked down: ...

Fortunately, this fright and big action have successfully scared him away.

If this frightened the sequelae, under what name should he seek compensation from the program group.

As for He Yanzhi, Bai Xuchuan thought about it when he opened the door. First of all, he is lying on his stomach and covered with a quilt. He should be fine. Besides, is it normal for a man to behave like this in the morning? rumor……

Speaking of which, he has foolishly believed this rumor for so long, how did it spread so true!

Just when the director and the others began to discuss internally whether to open the door directly and go in, anyway, there are really restricted scenes that can be coded or deleted, and it is not very important.

Bai Xuchuan slammed the door open, and gave them a "shh" nervously.

"Be quiet."

Bai Xuchuan put his index finger to his lips. His expression was so devout that everyone couldn't help but stop their noise and hold their breath to listen to what he was going to say.

There were more people outside than he had imagined, apart from the director and photographer staff, there was also Chen Wu, who had just received an assignment and came to visit when he was woken up.And the other rooms heard the movement one after another, and Zhan Ming opened the door and poked his head out to observe secretly.

Bai Xuchuan booed for a while, and said softly, "He's still sleeping, don't make noise, he drank too much last night, he must have a headache when he wakes up."

He was so serious that the director felt inexplicably guilty. After all, they gave the wine last night. It is not easy for Mr. He to come to the show. If they don't even let people sleep well, they are too ignorant Anyway.

The director completely forgot the fact that the wine was what He Yanzhi wanted to drink.

The director then turned around and made a mouthful gesture to everyone.

But everyone got up so early just to shoot this scene, it would be too shameful to just go back like this.Besides, the other two rooms will also be entered. If this room is the only one that passes through the door but does not go in, the audience will also have objections.

"We won't wake Teacher He up." The director also said in a low voice.

Bai Xuchuan also thought about the issue of making a show, turned his body sideways, and whispered: "It's okay, you come in." It must not be allowed in, it will be even more strange.

It was not yet bright at this time, and the room was dim, with a faint ambiguous atmosphere.

There are two beds not far apart, one is messy with the quilt and mattress, the other is not messy, there is only a man lying in the middle, his wheat-colored shoulders are exposed, his head is buried in the pillow, and he still keeps being lifted up by the youth. open posture.

director:……

Teacher He actually slept on his stomach.

The photographer took a picture of Bai Xuchuan for a while, and the whole body of the young man was reflected in the lens. He was wearing shorts and a short T, his calves were long and straight, and his legs were white and thin that girls would envy.

Probably dressed in a hurry, the hem of the clothes was not arranged properly, half of them were tucked into the trousers, and the other half were dragged outside.

Chen Wu, who had been silent all this time, saw it, and gave him an arm, and motioned to him to tidy up his clothes.

Bai Xuchuan glanced at the back, only then did he realize that he quickly reached out and flicked the hem of the clothes tucked into his trousers.

In just that second, Chen Wu really glanced at it accidentally, and then he was stunned.

On the snow-white skin on the back of the young man's waist, there are red marks drawn out, which are very clear. It looks like it has just been made out not long ago, and it is absolutely fresh.

This... how did you get it out?

It doesn't look like the shape can be made by myself, nor does it look like the edge of the bed, the table extension, etc. can be squeezed out...

Chen Wu's heart began to tremble like carrying a bucket, he looked at Bai Xuchuan, and then at He Yanzhi on the bed, his expression was as exciting as if he had opened a dyeing workshop.

He took half a step forward without any trace, blocking between Bai Xuchuan and the camera.

But at this time, the camera has already gone to take pictures of He Yanzhi on the bed, to witness the moment when this great male god sleeps, now, or never.

Bai Xuchuan nodded his palms, looked around the room with his eyes left and right, as if there was nothing revealing, he was a little relieved.

——But when you think about it, it’s nothing.

So there is nothing to reveal, right?

Thinking of this, Bai Xuchuan breathed a sigh of relief, but found that the director's expression was a little weird.

"Xiao Chuan."

"Ok?"

The director pointed to He Yanzhi's pillow, and the small alarm clock half exposed under the pillow: "Why did you and Yanzhi change beds?"

Bai Xuchuan paused for a moment.

He was silent for half a second, and said anxiously: "Ms. He drank too much last night, and he couldn't walk after taking a shower. My bed is near the bathroom, so he fell asleep without seeing clearly."

"Then I'm not such an unreasonable person. He's drunk. I'm sure I won't fight for a bed with him, so I'll just change the bed and sleep all night."

In order to prove the authenticity, Bai Xuchuan thumped his neck and sighed: "Oh, I didn't sleep well without using my own pillow."

"But it doesn't matter." He looked tenderly at the sleeping man who was still ignorant of the crowd watching, and said emotionally, "For Teacher He to have a good rest, I don't care."

director:……

Chen Wu silently covered his face.

So we are all working hard.

The person involved didn't want to hide it.

He secretly glanced at Bai Xuchuan's waist again.

The scene just now was too deeply rooted in people's hearts. Now his mind is full of restricted-level thoughts, the kind that needs to be thickly mosaiced.

Maybe I really didn't sleep well, but it's hard to say whether the pain is in the neck or somewhere else.

The one on the bed, whether he woke up late because of a hangover, or for some other reason, is also a question mark.

After all, one of the parties didn't get up, and he didn't dare to get up to trick him, so the only gain from this surprise attack was to know that they slept in another bed yesterday.

The director was thinking about how to edit to make it more interesting, and when he wanted to tell the photographer to leave first, the man moved his fingers hanging by the bed, then raised his hand impatiently to brush his hair, turned over with a heavy expression Come.

The photographer paused, feeling an indescribable surprise in his heart - he finally captured the full face of He Yanzhi, the exclusive morning riser!He died without regret!

The director was also very surprised: "Yanzhi, are you awake?"

Only Bai Xuchuan looked nervous.

First of all, He Yanzhi was quite angry when he got up. At this time, he might be disowned by his relatives. If this kind of scene was caught by the camera, would it be said that he was playing big names?

Secondly, he couldn't confirm whether He Yanzhi was awake or sleepwalking, if it was sleepwalking...

At this moment, all the cameras were focused on He Yanzhi who had just opened his eyes, as if he was performing a one-man show, but the person involved didn't know it.

The man sat on the head of the bed with his hands down, lowered his head slightly, and did not respond to the voices of others, completely different from his usual approachable appearance.

Eyes closed, then slightly opened, then closed, then opened again.

Each opening time is longer than the previous one, until fully awake.

Bai Xuchuan breathed a sigh of relief, he knew he was awake.

But he didn't know that there was a camera facing him all the time, capturing all his little expressions.

The director glanced at Chen Wu, intending to ask him to complete the task.

The task is to get up in the morning and ask and answer quickly. The thinking between each question and answer should not exceed seven seconds, and if it exceeds, it will be invalid.

At the same time, He Yanzhi, who had fully woken up, raised his eyes and glanced at the people around him, and asked casually, "Morning."

It's just that wherever he looked, it was chilly.

especially at this time

Chen Wu is not a coward, but he really wants to escape now.

But those who took the money, took the money.Think about money.

Chen Wu had no choice but to encourage himself, and mustered up the courage to go forward with a small card.

"Brother Yan, let me ask you a few questions..."

Brother Yan called out a little tremblingly, purely to get close, although Chen Wu concealed it very well, but the voice could still be heard as nervous.

He Yanzhi glanced at him: "Huh?"

The voice was so soul-stirring, Chen Wu almost lost his footing, he leaned on the edge of the bed, simply sat on the bedside table, and stammered: "These are all fans' questions, if there is something wrong, please don't ask me. "Russia issued a disclaimer.

The first few questions were common questions, and He Yanzhi was also awake, so he would not be particularly embarrassing, so he answered casually, just glanced at the director and them.

The director smiled mischievously.

"favourite colour?"

"No."

"Why do you always wear the same clothes?"

"Comfortable."

"Will it take care of the skin?"

"will not."

"favorite food?"

"hot pot."

……

"When was your first love...?" Chen Wu bit the bullet and asked, thinking that if he was banned later, he would have to seek compensation from the program group.

Everyone didn't show it on their faces, but they were secretly excited. Here comes the important point.

Bai Xuchuan clenched his hands inadvertently, and his shoulders and neck were also tensed. Those who understand his body language will realize that he is very focused and nervous.

He Yanzhi glanced at Chen Wu, and just when Chen Wu felt that he was going to turn his back on him and kill him with a sharp knife, he actually answered directly.

"No."

Chen Wu was so surprised that he was a little silly: "Huh?"

"No." He Yanzhi repeated patiently this morning, "No first love."

He emphasized "no", obviously attaching great importance to this point, clearly expressing his attitude.

No first love?

Oh my god, what breaking news is this.

Comrade He Yanzhi, who has played soy sauce in so many people's dreams, at the age of thirty, has publicly stated that he is a solo mother. Is there any news more mysterious than this?

The excessive shock made Chen Wu couldn't help asking: "Have you never been in love or have you never felt in love?"

He Yanzhi thought for a while: "I've never been in love before."

The surroundings were quiet, and Chen Wu looked at the list below: "When was the first kiss?" Ask about your ideal type?

Hearing this question, He Yanzhi pondered for a moment, and for a moment he didn't know what he was thinking, that expression made Bai Xuchuan's heart thump.

What will he say?

"What requirements do you have for your ideal partner..." He Yanzhi smiled, "I want to say three things, right?"

Chen Wu nodded nervously, lamenting again what an impossible task the program team had entrusted to him.

"No."

He Yanzhi said sincerely: "I don't have any requirements for my ideal partner. It is my luck that he is willing to exist in this world. How can I ask him for anything else?"

Chen Wu:?

Bai Xuchuan:!

The crowd was stunned.

This question can still be answered in this way!

The director was the most respectful, he could really kneel down to He Yanzhi now.It was obviously a word game, but he could completely imagine how all the fans who saw this scene in front of the TV would fall to the ground screaming and holding their hearts.

Originally, this kind of question about ideal type is what idol stars are most afraid of answering.Even if it’s just a few nonsense, there will be people with a heart who will take their seats everywhere and make gossip. Besides, if you say you like tall people, short fans will be heartbroken; if you say you like fair skin, fans may get whitening injections .Anyway, it's not good.

He Yanzhi is not an idol, but he gave a very clever answer.

He answered so many questions with dignity, and Chen Wu firmly felt that he should accept it as soon as he saw it. Now, even if the program crew gave him a lot of money, he would definitely not take on such a terrible job!

Chen Wu retreated with a group of photographers, and the director slipped behind a little slowly. He accidentally received He Yanzhi's smiling death gaze.

Now the house was quiet again, and it was just the two of them.

Bai Xuchuan looked at He Yanzhi carefully.

He Yanzhi lay back relaxed and stretched.

"It's finally over." There was a bit of laziness in his voice, and he pouted his lips to his side, "Sleep together?"

Bai Xuchuan: ...?

He was shocked: "Huh?"

Didn't you sleepwalk last night?

How can sleepwalking still have memory?

How do you know that I slept with you last night?

He Yanzhi lay down, feeling a little tight in his shoulders, stretched out his hand to pull it, and pulled out an alarm clock.

He glanced at the alarm clock, at the pillow, and at Bai Xuchuan.

His eyes were a little dazed.

"I slept in your bed?" he said slowly.

Bai Xuchuan thought to himself, it seems that "sleeping together" just means inviting him to sleep together again?

He went back, sat on the edge of the bed, looked at each other, and asked seriously: "Yanzhi, were you really drunk last night?"

He Yanzhi pressed his temple, and seemed to consider his words: "A little bit."

Bai Xuchuan pondered, and then asked: "Do you know that you can sleepwalk at night?"

He Yanzhi: "?"

"Sleepwalking." Bai Xuchuan said solemnly, "I've checked, and some people sleepwalk and can even fly by themselves. Do you know that you sleepwalk? You bathed yourself in your dream, and..."

Bai Xuchuan paused, and concluded: "In short, sleepwalking is actually quite dangerous. If you don't know that you are sleepwalking, you'd better go check it out."

He Yanzhi's face showed confusion and willingness to hear more about it. He thought for a while and asked, "Did you do anything else when I was dreaming?"

"Yes." Bai Xuchuan said in dismay, "You held my hand and cried and sang, hiccupping from crying, and insisted that I pat your back and sing "Little Xing Xing."

He Yanzhi: "..."

Did He Yanzhi lose his sleepiness and sat on the bedside thinking about life? No one knew whether he was thinking about life or something else anyway.

Bai Xuchuan sat by the sofa by the window, thinking while eating breakfast.

He felt that He Yanzhi was a little strange today.

Thinking this way, Bai Xuchuan sent a message to Lao Xia.

"I have a question, you must answer me honestly, it is related to my happiness for the rest of my life."

Lao Xia returned quickly.

It's also very wavy.

"The second half of life is still the lower body, happiness is still □□, let's make it clear~"

Bai Xuchuan snorted, and didn't have the heart to argue with him at this time, so he asked directly: "Is He Yanzhi the record for the oldest virgin in the circle you mentioned?"

The original "typing" over there suddenly disappeared, and Bai Xuchuan could even imagine Lao Xia's shocked face.

Anyway, he already had a conclusion in his mind, so he continued typing without waiting for his reply:

"Since he didn't have it, why did he go to see you? You have known each other for a long time. What else do you know about him? From now on, you'd better tell me the truth, otherwise, hehehe..."

Bai Xuchuan was too familiar with Lao Xia, and knew too many embarrassing things about him, so just saying one or two things to the person he was chasing would be enough for him to drink a pot.

Lao Xia panicked resolutely: "Well, Chuan, I didn't hide it from you on purpose, I was just thinking about the patient..."

"No, you wait, it's about your lower body, bah, what's the matter with the happiness of the second half of your life? Hey, no, you, you and Yanzhi? Isn't it?!"

"Say it or not."

"It's not whether I say it or not, I can't say it..." Lao Xia lamented, and looked back at the message sent by Bai Xuchuan after a while, and found something again, and couldn't help saying in horror:

"You used to think that he was not good? Then you now know that he's 'not bad'? Chuan, how do you know, you won't tell me to try—"

Bai Xuchuan said unhappily: "You didn't answer me one question, but asked me several questions instead?"

Lao Xia had to surrender.

"Well, I can't say anything about seeing a doctor. You can ask about other things, and I will know everything."

Bai Xuchuan settled down, glanced at He Yanzhi who was still imitating the statue of a thinker by the bedside, and asked Lao Xia: "Do you know that Yanzhi sleepwalks?"

Lao Xia couldn't figure it out: "Sleepwalking? Probably not, I know his roommate, I haven't heard of it..."

Bai Xuchuan was stunned.

Not sleepwalking?

Then last night...

How many times did Sanfan use him as a pillow rua, and it wasn't because of sleepwalking?

He looked at He Yanzhi, his fingers unconsciously squeezed the palm of his hand, many thoughts passed through his mind, and he was confused for a while.

After a pause, he asked again: "How is Yanzhi's drinking capacity?"

This time Lao Xia replied very readily: "Okay, I have seen the best of all people, who can drink and lie down on the table, and they all say that they have never seen him drunk before."

Bai Xuchuan put down his phone, his heart was in a mess, he didn't have the heart to read and think about Lao Xia's reply, his mind was full of wild and unrealistic thoughts.

—He doesn't sleepwalk.

— and won’t get drunk so easily.

——But he didn't deny what he said about "sleepwalking" and "drunkness".

——even cooperatively pretending not to remember anything.

why?

Afraid of embarrassment?

but……

If he wasn't drunk, then his actions last night were all done on his own initiative while he was conscious.

Let's sort it out like this, what did He Yanzhi do last night?

Depressed, pretending to be drunk, holding him, carrying him to the bed, and then staying on his bed, insisting on holding him to sleep.

this act...

Bai Xuchuan's heart was beating so loudly that he had to turn on the music app on his phone to play a song to cover up his heartbeat that seemed too loud in a quiet environment.

Of course, this behavior was purely wearing a raincoat and holding an umbrella, which was superfluous, but the distraught Bai Xuchuan could no longer think rationally.

He crossed his legs in a daze, put his hands on his knees, lifted his chin slightly, and opened his eyes, thinking about the impossible meaning pointed to by the man's strange behavior.

Could it be that...

like him?

While being dazed by a large lump of suspected ice cream icing that fell from the sky, the young man struggled to think with the icing in his mind.

He silently tugged at the hem of the shorts, pulled out a thread end, and pulled and pulled the entire hem.

Bai Xuchuan couldn't help but glance at He Yanzhi and then at He Yanzhi.

Really?Really really?

Impossible, if it is true why would he lie...why not admit it?

In fact, he still can't make up his mind whether people like him or not.

But since he couldn't go up and grab him by the collar and ask—then there's no point in dwelling on this question.

It is better to skip this step and directly think about the next step.

Assuming Yanzhi liked him, why didn't he admit it.

Bai Xuchuan quickly thought of an explanation.

He is probably still in conflict.

The contradictory period means that every person whose personality changes from firm to vacillating will go through a long process of self-doubt and self-seeking.He thought he was still on that side, but he still longed for this side in his heart, struggling endlessly in the search for himself.

Bai Xuchuan is really doing in-depth philosophical thinking now, but the external manifestation of his thinking is actually in a daze.

The young man raised his chin, stared blankly at the ceiling, wondering what he was thinking, and fell in love with He Yanzhi deeply.

Looking at such a cute cub, He Yanzhi felt mixed emotions in his heart.

Why is he a step late, he already has someone he likes.

This person may be Zhan Ming.

He Yanzhi's eyes darkened, and he decided to fully defeat Zhanming head-on in the next trip.

In the next room, Zhan Ming, who was taking a shower, sneezed five times in a row.

"Could it be that I have a cold?" Zhan Ming said to himself inexplicably, "No, I drank alcohol last night, can I take cold medicine now?"