There is a sick girl before and a ghost after

Wen Yuran sighed, took out his phone, and entered the word "Qianlang" on the search page.

A lot of search results popped up, including webpages discussed by fans, personal profile, and his Weibo.Wen Yuran casually clicked into a website that publishes photos, and dragged the screen with his finger to move, looking at the photos one by one.

Unlike the image of Qianlang wearing a mask and carrying pockets, or wearing an apron and cooking in the kitchen, these officially released photos are all carefully designed, both in shape and clothing should be superior.

After that, he clicked on a short interview video, in which Qianlang, who was facing the microphone and the host, was different from what he had just seen. It's not like those stars who always smile kindly and gently.

However, this also made Wen Yuran speechless. After reaching a certain level of handsomeness, he really looks good in 360 degrees without dead ends.

It's just that the name is really not very good, it sounds awkward, and it is easy to mispronounce it.

After a while, the thought of the food floated out of the kitchen. The tempting smell made Wen Yuran a little restless, and at the same time he was very surprised: I didn't expect this person to really cook, it doesn't look like it.

"Are you in a hurry?" Qian Lang walked out of the kitchen with a plate, and apologized with a smile, "Time is tight, and I don't know your taste. If you don't like it, you can tell me."

In fact, Wen Yuran felt that his stomach had betrayed him to the enemy's camp just by looking at those few plates of excellent-looking dishes.

In fact, gender or ghosts are not that important (⊙v⊙)

Just sitting down at the dining table, Wen Yuran didn't even have time to hold his chopsticks, when he heard a very familiar "bang" from beside him, he turned his head numbly, and saw a big living man kneeling beside him.

"Don't tell me you still have the love to eat on your knees..."

Before the words fell, there was another crisp "pop", and Wen Yuran was so frightened that the chopsticks that were not yet set in his hands fell away.

Qianlang still had that unshakable smile on his face, if it wasn't for his left cheek that turned red quickly, maybe Wen Yuran would have suspected that he was hallucinating just now.

Seeing that Qianlang raised his right hand again and was about to strike again, Wen Yuran quickly grabbed his wrist: "Wait a minute! Brother, do you know how much your face is worth?!" Could it be that famous people are so bohemian?

"This is the punishment I deserve, and it's just too slight." Qian Lang explained with a smile, "You can eat first, and then start further punishment."

"..." He seemed to be out of his mind, "Why punish?"

"Because I was worried that you would really leave, the words I said had a deliberate scaring factor. A tool should not try to hinder the master because of its own intentions, so..."

"Stop." Wen Yuran hurriedly called to stop, so as not to be brainwashed by him for a while, even thinking that he was unforgivable, "To put it bluntly, you want me to punish you, right? That's fine, sit here and pick fishbone for me. "

This time he had some experience, and before Qianlang could speak, he put on a straight face: "What's the matter, are you the boss or am I the boss? Hurry up and pick the fishbone!"

"OK(☆▽☆)"

Wen Yuran was shocked by this green-like eyes, and almost lost his grip on the chopsticks: "What do you think I am doing?"

Qian Lang raised his left hand to cover his face. From the gap between his fingers, Wen Yuran could see the strange blush on Qian Lang's face: "Because such a soft-hearted master is so cute, I really want to be fucked by you." o(*/// /▽////*)q

With a trembling hand, the poor chopsticks fell again. Wen Yuran silently covered her fragile little heart, and looked down to see if the zipper of her trousers was still safe—it was okay.

Just a few hours after they met each other, Wen Yuran felt that his whole body had been changed.

But this dish is really well done...the service of picking fish bones is also quite in place.

Did Wen Yuran grow up accepting the idea that everyone is equal? ​​Wen Yuran still couldn't hold back, and told Qianlang, "Okay, you should eat something together. Also, can you stop calling me master?"

Not to mention that he himself was horrified when he heard it, what would he think if someone else heard it?Maybe in a few months, there will be a piece of news on the Internet titled "Two handsome men and comrades play openly and the scale is open".

"Ok."

To his surprise, Qian Lang agreed very happily, and slipped a piece of fish into Wen Yuran's bowl: "Thank you for your kindness, but I'm not hungry yet. It's not easy to meet you again. I don't have the mood to eat for now."

In the afternoon, I ate something with Yin Mu. Wen Yuran was not very hungry at first, but after eating for a while, he was [-]% full, so he put down his chopsticks and asked quite frightenedly, "Is there anything else? "

"Indeed, it's just a ceremony, soon."

Qian Lang reached out to touch his waist, and took off something no bigger than a palm.Wen Yuran looked carefully, and it turned out to be a green round pendant. Seeing this thing, Wen Yuran suddenly felt familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it before.

Putting the pendant on the table, Qian Lang took the knife he had prepared earlier from the side, and quickly slashed it across his fingertips, letting the overflowing blood drip onto the pendant.

"It won't hurt very much, bear with it a little bit?"

Wen Yuran blinked, and probably guessed from Qianlang's movements that bloodletting was needed, so she stretched out her hand to signal him that it's okay.

The blade scratched the skin of his fingertips, and he only felt a slight tingling pain, and saw Qianlang gently squeeze the wound, and after squeezing out a drop of blood, he carefully pulled him over the back of his hand, letting the blood drip On the ring.

The ring pendant emitted a very faint cyan light, and the blood that the two dripped and blended on it slowly decreased, as if absorbed by the ring pendant, until it disappeared completely.

And Qian Lang obviously didn't care about this process, he just took Wen Yuran's hand and put the injured finger in his mouth.

"Hey..." Wen Yuran was taken aback, and for a moment, something flashed through his mind, and it disappeared before he could catch it. He didn't care about it, but he was a little dumbfounded, "I'm too old to play this game."

"Okay, now you are officially our master."

Wen Yuran: "..."

Wen Yuran no longer had the strength to refute or reject anything, Wen Yuran stood up numbly: "I'd better go wash up and go to bed, and borrow the bathroom." Whether it was a ghost or what happened to the two of them before, he didn't want to go there anymore. Pursued, at least not for now.

There are too many strange things today, he needs a good sleep to digest.

However, before taking a few steps, Wen Yuran stopped suddenly and turned to confirm: "I won't have any more dreams when I sleep tonight, right?"

"Of course, I don't like some dirty guys coming into my house." Qian Lang replied while clearing the dishes on the table, "You can choose any room you like to live in."

"Uh, and what you did in the bar before...wouldn't you be in trouble if it was spread?" Wen Yuran was referring to his sudden kneeling behavior without saying a word, which is attractive enough even for an ordinary person in modern times Do you have eyesight?

"It's okay, are you worried about me?"

Feeling being teased again in terms of language, Wen Yuran walked into the bathroom tiredly.

After he finished washing, Qian Lang was no longer in the living room. He probably went back to the bedroom or study. To be honest, he didn't want to ask the other party if he had pajamas or something... He always felt a little creepy just standing in front of Qian Lang Feel.

By the way, in the bathroom, he found that all the toiletries were for two couples, and the men's models were all brand new, and there was a small note on the side of the shelf where the men's models were placed, saying " Prepared for the master", followed by a cute love heart.

Wen Yuran's heart at that time: Good, disgusting feeling Σ(°△°|||) opened a door casually, judging from the decoration and size inside, it should be a guest room, but the bed is a double bed, and there are two pillows Pillow.

Although Qianlang said that he can choose any room he likes, Wen Yuran is not shameless enough to directly occupy the master bedroom. Seeing that he just found a guest room, he is ready to sleep here directly.

Sleeping in a full set of clothes is obviously not comfortable, and it doesn't seem too good to be naked in someone else's house. Wen Yuran simply compromised, took off the outer coat, and wore the inner shirt. Fortunately, the pants he was wearing today can be regarded as slacks. It won't be too uncomfortable to wear and sleep like this.

Just after taking off her coat, Wen Yuran turned around and was about to find a place to hang it up, when she suddenly saw a black figure standing quietly behind her at some point, and gasped in fright.

Then he saw clearly Qianlang's terribly handsome smiling face.

I want to hit someone.

"Your pajamas are here, they are new." Qian Lang said while shaking the beige pajamas in his hands, "You can rest first, I still have some things to deal with, so don't bother me."

Then Wen Yuran watched in a daze as Qianlang put down her pajamas, took out a pair of disposable gloves from her pocket and put them on, went straight to the window and opened it, and calmly grabbed a black mass from the window, and then Calmly close the window with the other hand and leave.

Σ(°△°|||)

small theater:

In terms of purchasing, as long as there is a choice of couple models, Qianlang will generally not choose the ordinary model. Feeling rude?

After all, when I think that I can use couple items with my dear, I feel so happy o(*////▽////*)q

(Wen Yuran: When I saw a 1.8-meter man wearing pink things, I had nothing to say)