Sariel

The tall Mr. Tang in the kitchen is taking out the beef and defrosting it in the microwave: "It's been a hard few days, try my cooking today."

Chen Yueyue, who was fully revived, wagged her tail and squeezed beside her: "Mr. Tang can also cook?"

Tang Yan pressed the timer: "Oh, I didn't become famous when I was born."

"Can you say no?" Chen Yue looked eager, and could only take out a pen or a tape recorder.

Tang Yan seemed to recall the long past: "Ah, that's really an old story."

"Did it begin a long, long time ago?"

"Well, that's not true. There is a great devil in a distant place. Of course, there are also heroic knights and princesses locked in a high tower."

"Wow - will the knight defeat the devil and marry the princess, and then have children and a happy life?"

"No. The Great Demon King is even more powerful, grab the knight, continue to imprison the princess, and wait for the next knight to come."

"Hahaha, is this your next script?"

"Trade secret."

"Hey, I'm your assistant, and I have the right to know according to law."

"My dear life assistant, do you find that the printer in my study is out of paper?"

"Uh uh uh, you suddenly called my dear, I, I, I—"

The corners of Yun Bihai's eyes twitched, he filled the bottle with ease, and found a chair at random to sit down.Looking at the dimples on the other person's face with contempt, she said, Chen Yueyue, do you dare to wag your tail more cheerfully, and dare to laugh more sweetly and disgustingly.Heartless dead thing, where is your muscular man, where is your dream, beauty misleading the country, bastard!

Hey, speaking of it, no one really knows what happened to Tang Yan before he became famous.Yun Bihai held Xiaobao in one hand, and the bottle in the other hand, and began to wander.

The world only knows that Tang Yan, a Chinese, was born overseas. He went back to Xiangjiang when he was in primary school, went to middle school and traveled to other countries.Later, he studied under the Department of Literature at the University of Conestania. When he was a sophomore, he scribbled on the script "Once Upon a Time in a Hakka Town" which won the best screenplay of Bollywood gold medal director Joseph Likaski.Overnight fame was tailor-made for him.After that, he became more and more courageous, and more than [-] scripts created in five years were all purchased with huge sums of money, which implied that he would dominate the world for thousands of years.

Today's Mr. Tang Yan is only in his thirties, and he is in the prime of his life.

Yun Bihai thought about this casually, and watched as the leader of Fengyun over there had chopped the onion and was making the sauce for the steak. Is that black or white under the pleasing face?

The sound of sizzling steaks attracted Xiao Baoyuan's black eyes to keep rolling.

"...Paris left bank or right bank is actually no different for tourists. If you really love coffee, you can buy a bag of your own coffee beans for the same reason."

"That makes sense—"

Chen Yueyue, who is obsessed with sex, didn't you notice that the topic has changed?I'm going to chop off your tail and hang it around your neck, so that you will never forget it.Look, Xiaobao expressed his support by spitting milk!

Yun Bihai cheered up with a cough: "When did Mr. Tang go to Paris?" He felt it was too abrupt, so he added, "Is the beauty in Paris just like the predecessors said?"

Tang Yan turned his head to put the plate away, and used his chin to command the nymphomaniac Chen Xiaoyue to fetch black pepper juice: "About ten years old, how can I tell the difference between beauty and ugliness."

Heh, do you think the arc drawn by the chin is very elegant? Mr. Yun Bihai is not Chen Yue, who will not be confused by beauty: "Around the world alone for 88 days? How bold."

Tang Yan glanced at him and only smiled: "It's reasonable for the Liba people to enjoy themselves."

The traitor Chen Xiaoyue is still chiming in: "Hey, what's so interesting about that. Okay, little Yunyun, how about a steak? The black pepper sauce is delicious——"

Yo, sister, do you think you are Tang Xiaobao? !Yun Bihai really wanted to flip the table.

Tang Yan looked at him again and smiled inscrutablely.Yun Bihai got angry, lowered his head, forked a piece of steak and bit it down fiercely, like drinking the blood of an enemy.

Something quickly flashed through Tang Yan's squinted eyes, but it disappeared without a trace. He just turned his head and signaled to Chen Yue: "If you like it, you might as well eat more. I will see old Chris this afternoon. It will be a tough battle."

Chen Yue patted her chest to express her determination: "Don't worry, Mr. Tang, everything is up to me."

Tang Xiaobao sneezed loudly to show his disdain.

Tang Xiaobao yawned after a seemingly enjoyable lunch.Yun Bihai resigned and left the banquet, leaving the helpless Chen Yue to hook up with the Tang Yanjun.

It's a life and death situation in Vanity Fair.

Yun Bihai patted Tang Xiaobao to watch him fall asleep, until he heard the sound of the door closing, God-given opportunity must make up his mind.

The opportunity must not be missed and will not come again. If you don't enter the tiger's den, how can you catch the tiger's cubs, and dare to pull the emperor off the horse.

Putting on white gloves and confirming that there is no surveillance equipment, Yun Bihai strolled in the deserted apartment at No. 120, Zhongtaixiang Road.

All wooden floors, all white walls, black and white furniture, decorated with a few decorative paintings that are definitely not masterpieces.No flowers, no knick-knacks, like some sort of secret sect meeting place.

Mr. Tang Yan is definitely the cult leader.The superficially glamorous and beautiful people look like dogs, but in fact they spread viruses through the earth's characters in an attempt to brainwash mankind to occupy the earth and destroy the world.

The first floor is the living room, kitchen, bathroom, baby room, and two guest rooms.Currently, Yun Bihai and Chen Yue occupy half of the room.The stairwell is temporarily used as a storage room, filled with loving gifts from fans all over the world.It's a pity that the bright pearl has been covered with dust, and the leader of the cult has never even looked at him.

On the second floor, there is a reception room, a cloakroom, a screening room, and a game room—don’t doubt that there are all types of toy guns filled with small train building blocks and puppets, and there is even an arcade machine that can play the eternal classic King of Fighters X7, obviously. All the liveliness and cuteness in the whole house are held here.Oh, maybe the fugitive Chen Xiaoyue should be excluded—of course, Mr. Tang Yan sleeps in the master bedroom, and the study is next to it.

Yun Bihai has entered the study room twice.Once it was reported that Xiaobao could crawl and raise his hand, not mentally retarded and stunted, and another time he was scolded bloody for a bowl of spinach soup that appeared at dinner that day.

Sure enough, the true nature of the cult, what happened to the spinach soup?Um? !Next time the soup will be filled with cilantro to poison you!

Shaking his head, Yun Bihai took a deep breath and pressed his hand on the handle of the study door.With a slight twist, it opened.

Yun Bihai couldn't believe it, shouldn't this be the evil gathering and distribution center of the Dark Base Camp?The floor-to-ceiling windows facing the door are doing something, and the bright sunlight is actually jumping out from behind the half-covered gray curtains.A wall on the right side of the door was hollowed out and used as a bookcase. From top to bottom, there were [-] if not [-] books.Yun Bihai felt dizzy and turned his gaze to the left.

There is a corner desk and bookshelf combined computer desk against the wall, and books are piled up in disorder on the upper shelf.LCD screen with mouse ashtray on desktop.There is a small cabinet on the right, the door of which is not closed tightly, revealing several packs of cigarettes and bags of coffee.There are three drawers on the lower left side of the table, and the keys are all hung in the keyholes.

Too tempting to fail to commit a crime.

Yun Bihai felt his throat was thirsty, tried hard to swallow his saliva, and walked over slowly.

Open the first drawer, and there are several pure music and various software discs stacked inside.Yun Bihai pursed her lips and closed them, then pulled the second one away.Inside is a stack of documents, which are neatly arranged in chronological order. They are all relevant legal documents for the scripts written by Tang Yan since he became famous.Yun Bihai sighed secretly, put it back and closed it.

There is one last drawer left, which is close to the floor.

Yun Bihai was a little nervous, but he gritted his teeth and mustered up the courage to pull away.

There is only one photo in the drawer.No, to be precise, it's a third of the photo.

Yun Bihai picked it up, a little in disbelief.

There is a young boy in the photo, about ten years old.Black hair, black eyes, it is not difficult to see a handsome face in the future.There is no smile, but the lips are tightly pressed but the head is raised, and the right hand resting on the left elbow is exerted so hard that the phalanges are distinct.

The photo was cut from the middle, and a red dress and a black suit could be seen on both sides of the boy's body.The hand resting on the boy's right shoulder is large and powerful, which should belong to an adult male.

Yun Bihai frowned and looked at it for a few minutes, then put it back in place and locked the drawer helplessly.

Turning around and looking at the study room, he never dared to take the risk of turning on the computer.Yun Bihai repeatedly confirmed that there was nothing wrong with the study, and finally exited the room.

The reception room has only furniture and no paper.Yun Bihai turned around and went to the cloakroom.The wardrobes on both sides are divided into spring/summer and autumn/winter clothes, and perfume, ties, bow ties, collar clips, cuffs, watches, rings, etc. are placed in the second layer of the middle one-shaped counter.The lower three floors are all kinds of footwear and long and short boots.Yun Bihai spat at the evil rich man, ignoring the envy and hatred in his heart.

There is still the screening room left, Yun Bihai said that Chen Xiaoyue has already personally inquired about the game hall, so it is negligible.There is a whole rack of discs in the projection room, as well as old-fashioned films, which are carefully collected.The projector stood silently in the corner, watching the couch and projector opposite.

Yun Bihai stood in front of the disc rack and quickly browsed through nearly a hundred videos.Various film festival award-winning films, box office champions or big upsets, small-cost independent productions, film titles in incomprehensible text... Yun Bihai felt a little dizzy, unbuttoned the first button of his shirt, and ventilated the screening room The effect does not seem to be very good.

Lu Yao knows that horsepower can see people's hearts for a long time, and that everything is effective if the sky pays off.Yun Bihai finally found something in the bottom row.

On that disc, only the English character Q was written with a pen on the side ridge.Yun Bihai took it out like a treasure and found that it didn't have a cover.Yun Bihai felt his heart beating faster and his breath short of breath, and he tried to open his mouth to breathe heavily to calm down.

A few seconds after putting the disc into the instrument, the very familiar opening title of Yun Bihai appeared on the projection.

Above the sea of ​​clouds is boundless, the mist sways like silk, curling and lingering downwards to reveal colorful clusters of flowers.The glittering crown and the gorgeous gown dress complement each other. The Kabel font emerges slowly and gracefully.

——The Queen And Her Tailor.

Yun Bihai held hands together helplessly, and then slowly separated.The movie continued to play in the dark room, and the floating dust could be seen rising and falling in the beam of light projected in the room.

like his heart.

Yun Bihai didn't remember how long the video was played, he only heard his own low and hoarse laugh, echoing in the dark room.