The big shots are jealous of me [Entertainment]

Song Yan was shocked for a long time, and finally came back to his senses.

He quickly took two steps back, frightened: "... I don't like every man! I don't like you!"

Luo Hai completely... didn't hear clearly.

In fact, he was so excited.

He is a demon, he has always had a problem, he would talk when he was excited, this problem could be ignored in the past, because since he became a genius, his mood has been very stable, and there is no such thing as excitement.

Until two days ago, His Highness voted for him.

Your Highness!it turns out!for myself!vote! ! !

Luo Hai felt that he must have spent all his luck since he became a spirit, otherwise how could he be so lucky...

After a while, his phone was ringing with ecstatic relatives and friends!

Everyone was incoherent in making suggestions for him. Luo Hai took a small notebook and wrote them down one by one. With two huge dark circles under his eyes, he recited them all night, and finally recited ten to ten.

Why do you have to be gentle and virtuous, why do you have to share the worries for His Highness, and you have to be responsible for creating an atmosphere so you can't be cold...

So, he, who was already talkative, became even more talkative.

With a confident smile on his face, he was actually conscientiously reciting the draft he had prepared the day before, "My current occupation is a figure skater. If Your Highness doesn't like it, I can..."

Song Yan: "..."

He raised his forehead, and finally couldn't help raising his voice: "Did you hear what I said?"

Luo Hai: "Huh?"

Song Yan looked at him with a stern face, "I said, I don't like you."

Luo Hai was quiet.

What?Your Highness... have a boyfriend? ?

slap.

He seemed to hear the sound of a hunk's heart breaking into dregs.

The mighty and majestic man in front of him instantly had red eyes, and looked like he was about to cry, but Song Yan continued word by word: "I have a boyfriend."

After finishing speaking, it doesn't matter if he cries or not, as if he was being pricked by a needle, he stood up: "Well, do you hear clearly? I'm leaving."

Just when he was about to turn around and leave, he heard the rough and trembling voice of the strong man: "Your Highness..."

Song Yan turned his head: "Is there anything else?"

The hunk Luo Hai wiped away his tears, coughed embarrassingly, and handed over an exquisite book card cheekily: "Then, can your Highness sign for me, hehe?"

Song Yan: "..."

Because he successfully obtained a signature from the demon king, Luo Hai, who was heartbroken to death one moment ago, was immediately revived with full blood in the next second, and his heart became a screaming chicken in seconds.

Ah ah ah ah ah! ! ! !

This is Wang's autograph! !

It's worth it!It was worth the trip!

I spent half an hour alone with Wang, talked a lot, and finally got Wang's signature!

How dare you say it, which monster wouldn't be envious?

...As for not being selected as the princess, isn't that expected?

How is he worthy! !

Although he was so excited that he cried, Luo Hai managed to maintain his handsome demeanor as a hunk man Yuan Mou. He took the precious autograph carefully, fondled it over and over again, and then carefully hid it in a book that he carried with him.

Song Yan accidentally scanned the title of the book—thick-skinned enough to live a carefree life.

"..."

Song Yan grabbed the phone, said goodbye to Luo Hai, and hurried out of the restaurant.

He still has to rush to tell Xiong Laojiyao about having a boyfriend.

Also, tell them not to choose any concubine in the future.

If it happened again, he would definitely be angry.

Thinking of this, his steps became faster, and just as he reached the elevator door, he was suddenly grabbed by a strong wrist, dragging him into the elevator.

Song Yan subconsciously wanted to break free, but he smelled a familiar faint fragrance.

He raised his head and met a pair of dark eyes.

Lu Zhen lifted her lips, and said in a cool voice, "Business trip?"

Song Yan: "..."

Just as he was about to explain, the elevator opened with a ding, and the man beside him glanced at him, let go of his hand suddenly, lifted his foot, and strode out the door.

……

Along the way, Lu Zhen kept a sullen face, not giving Song Yan a chance to explain.

When you get home, open the door and change your shoes.

Song Yan followed behind him, anxiously: "Lu Zhen."

The man straightened his back and walked towards the study without saying a word.

Song Yan became even more anxious: "Lu Zhen, Lu Zhen!"

The voice raised a bit, but the ending was still soft, softly sweeping over the man's heart.

Lu Zhen paused slightly, but his mind recalled the picture he saw not long ago.

He stood at the door of the restaurant, his gaze fell through the transparent glass window to the beautiful young man not far away.

The young man turned his back to her, and Lu Zhen could only see his thin and slender shoulders, a short section of the nape of his neck, and a strange man who was bending over and whispering in his ear.

The two were very close.

Less than ten centimeters away.

……

Lu Zhen retracted her fingers slightly, and the protruding muscles and bones on the back of her hand turned slightly white due to the force.

He pursed his lips, turned around, and took two steps closer to the boy in front of him.

He lowered his eyelids and stared at him: "Explain, right? Okay, I'll listen."

"I really don't know, I was also terrified at the time..." Seeing that Lu Zhen was willing to listen to his explanation, Song Yan was relieved, and hurriedly told the story honestly.

After finishing speaking, the man didn't reply for a while, Song Yan raised his eyes secretly, and secretly glanced at him.

Lu Zhen's back was straight, and she still looked down at him from above. After a moment, she asked in a low voice, "Where did he touch you?"

Song Yan shook his head like a rattle: "No, no! I didn't touch anywhere!"

After finishing speaking, he seemed to think of something again, tangled up for a while, and carefully stretched out a finger, "Accidentally touched my finger while picking up the drink...does it count?"

There was no expression on Lu Zhen's face, but his eyes were serious.

He lowered his eyes.

The fingers in front of her are white, the nails are round and neat, glowing a healthy pink, and further down is a thin wrist, with a slender and small round bone protruding slightly in the middle.

Lu Zhen suddenly reached out, pinched his wrist, threw him on the sofa, walked to the sofa in two steps, bent his left leg, pushed his knee against him, and pressed the whole person down.

He grabbed his wrist again, lowered his head, and dropped a burst of fine kisses on Bai's dazzling fingers.

The light-colored lips moved upwards, moved a little to the fingertips, opened his mouth, and bit down lightly.

The man raised his eyelids and asked in a low voice, "Where else is there?"

Song Yan's body trembled slightly, trying to think back obediently, and said with a trembling voice: "...the left wrist seems to have touched it too."

Another itchy and painful kiss.

Song Yan's skin was thin, after a toss, several places turned red, even the end of his beautiful eyes was dyed a little red, he sank into the sofa, looking at him pitifully.

It makes people love and pity, but they can't help but want to bully them severely.

Lu Zhen's voice was hoarse: "What else?"

Song Yan whispered: "It's gone."

The man glanced at him and leaned over.

Song Yan let out a muffled snort, raised his head, and breathed slightly short of breath: "There is no, no... I met..."

Lu Zhen grabbed his fidgeting wrist, pulled it above his head, and buckled it on the soft sofa: "I know."

"Yeah, there's nothing here..."

"Ah."

"..."

Fearing that he would bully others hard and couldn't stop the car, Lu Zhen finally raised his head with unsatisfied intentions, and slowly tidied up the clothes on the boy's body that he messed up, "Remember next time, say you have a boyfriend."

Song Yan nodded obediently: "Yeah, I said it."

"And, there won't be a next time." He stretched out his hand, put his arms around the man's shoulders, and slowly climbed up, with a smile hidden in his crooked eyes, "I will make it clear to everyone that I have a man. My friend, his name is Lu Zhen. He is very handsome, and I like him very much."

Song Yan paused, and stroked his sharp jaw line inch by inch with his fingers: "I only like him."

The voice was soft and soft, and the ending seemed to have a deadly hook.

The man's breathing was stagnant.

For a moment, he smiled, and a hum came out of his nose.

Low, with obvious pleasure.

Then he raised his wrist and grabbed Song Yan's fingers that were making trouble. His voice was already out of tune: "Behave yourself, you will cry when something goes wrong."

Song Yan's cheeks were quickly stained with a layer of crimson, and even the tips of his ears were completely red.

He lowered his eyelids in shame, and after a few seconds, he raised his eyes, and his misty eyes looked at Lu Zhen timidly.

Then mustered up the courage, whispered: "I won't cry."

The big hand pinching his fingers snapped and tightened.

……

In the end, Song Yan not only cried, but also cried several times...