The days of frying CP with the enemy

"You're a big man going to dance, you're so ashamed..." He Xingci didn't have a clue, and came out bald.

Nan Yan, who had been neglected for a long time, bounced one meter away. This damn boy could spray him with a steamed bun. He shook his body and shook the skin of the steamed stuffed bun to the ground.

The ink burned expressionlessly: "I'm a big man, aren't you?"

"We are different." He Xingci didn't want to talk about word games with him. He felt that it was impossible for Mo Ran to be such a high-altitude flower. "Anyway, don't worry about it. I said I can dance and I can dance. After I finished dancing, we both won the first place. Just take me to the Huoran restaurant for a meal."

What? ?Nan Yan was sluggish, why did the two have an appointment for dinner, Huoran Restaurant, he hadn't heard He Xingci mention it!Xu Yang's words "Don't you think the two are weird" echoed repeatedly in his mind.

No way……

Nan Yan didn't like it. He wiped off the bun dander left on his clothes, and sat proudly beside He Xingci, squeezing half of his buttocks, making He Xingci Mo Ran, who was sitting opposite him, turn diagonally .

He folded his arms and mouth corners, and spoke faster: "Mo Ran, He Xingci, as his agent, I will decide for myself, don't bother you."

Mo Ran frowned, ignoring Nanyan.

"also."

Nan Yan was annoyed: "All you eat is food all day long. How can you get so much money? There is still a small treasury to hand over as soon as possible."

"Where did the little treasury come from? It was all gone last time." He Xingci's face darkened when he mentioned this, and he poked his waist, "I just turn a blind eye and close my eyes. Now I have nothing to eat every day. , are almost skinny and out of shape."

"..." Nan Yan repeatedly looked at this white and tender face, which was rounder than what he just sent in, and was speechless.

After the morning, Nan Yan should not stay for long, and drove away worriedly.

Is it true that he sent He Xingci to shoot a show with Mo Ran? Why does he always feel uneasy.

In the car, the man took out his mobile phone, "Hey, Director Wang, I want a list of the investment producers of this variety show filmed by our Xiaohe, eh, eh, yes, I want to come back and thank you in person."

After yesterday’s live broadcast, the two krypton gold bigwigs who gave the gift of Maserati’s live broadcast spread all over the fan circle. Hardcore star chasing, dare to give Maserati?

As a result, a new tag was derived on Weibo: #贾星式4000年不见美人#.

Qianjin only smiles for beauties, He Xingci = beauty.

No matter how happy the clay sculpture owner is, the fans will not dance in front of the owner, and the enclosure is just cute and silly.He Xingci's account is not often on the account of Big Eye Boy, but He Xingci's relatives and friends are different.

Qin Man rubbed his waist: "Luo Ran, tell me, why do those people on the Internet call us He Xingci a 4000-year-old beauty? He is a man, how can he be a beauty?"

Luo Ran raised his eyes, laughing at his ignorance:

"You don't understand this. It's called clay sculpture, which is a kind of sex change. It's mostly used on male celebrities. It seems to have come from Europe and the United States at first. You haven't seen girls calling male celebrities their wives."

He doesn't understand, he really doesn't understand.Lying on the bed, he sighed: "

Anyway, I really don't understand, and I don't want to understand, I just know that after doing the gymnastics yesterday, my waist seems to be wearing a lock. "He squinted Luo Ran's eyes leisurely, expressing his contempt with a rhyme.

"You are also a delicate beauty."

"Fuck you!"

***

After many negotiations, Director Fang reluctantly agreed to He Xingci's final match.Fans are thankful for not scolding the show crew so badly, the artist blames Jingye for continuing to compete.

Can he refuse again?

He Xingci smiled: "Don't worry, Director Fang, I will definitely give you a face. I, He Xingci, haven't been to Waterloo yet. If you don't worry, sign an artist insurance with me. If I have something to do, I won't blame you."

Director Fang shook his head like a rattle in fright, how dare he dare.

Mo Ran was like a follower, stuck behind He Xingci's back, and couldn't be pushed away.At first, He Xingci also bothered him, asking him several times if it was necessary?Mo Ran said with a stern face that if he is not optimistic about him and gets injured again, he will not be able to win the first place in the game.

I was thinking about number one. It turned out that after practicing in the morning, He Xingci collapsed on the soft cushion, and a thin layer of skin formed on his pale pink lips, which was almost bitten by him during dance practice. He was still in pain when it was blown over.

"Mo Ran, how can you tell that Chu Yunjue did it on purpose? He didn't write these words on his face." The bangs were stuck to his sticky forehead, and He Xingci pushed them away with his hands. It looks even more attractive when the whole face is exposed.

Mo Ran said: "It's very simple. He only accelerated after you ran the corner. He clearly wanted you to fall the worst when you ran the fastest. His physical strength is completely unsuitable for early acceleration." He will not What he said was that he secretly sent someone to investigate the matter about Chu Yunjue.

He admitted that he was an asshole to He Xingci.

Chu Yunjue was even more of a bastard among bastards, he killed people and even instigated He Xingci more than once.

"Hey," He Xing resigned vigorously, "You know how to reason, so you can push it, what do I want to do now?"

Mo Ran grabbed He Xingci's big hand, with an expression of revealing.He Xingci cried out that it hurts, and he squeezed harder, holding the center of the tiger's mouth and pressing it down: "Next time if you want to take a sneak shot, you can tell me. I will ask Xu Yang to give you a picture before sending the studio picture. Take a look."

"I didn't intend to secretly take pictures of you!" He Xingci jumped to his feet after being poked at the center of the matter, babbling and denying, his eyes were about to light up fiercely, "I just want to ask, can I change your wallpaper now?"

Mo Ran didn't believe his nonsense, and asked along the way: "One month."

I have to drive him crazy for a month, facing Mo Ran's stinky face every day, clicking on various software, and playing with my phone's desire-99.

Under He Xingci's argument, his wallpaper was changed - replaced with a new photo taken by Mo Ran.

In the photo, the man is wearing hip-hop short-sleeves, his eyes gradually narrowing.The light shines on the straight bridge of the nose, and the natural highlights make him extremely noble.It doesn't look like it came from the world, but an emissary from hell, with an unexplained evil nature.

The big radish legs rest comfortably on Mo Ran's shoulders, He Xingci has no sense of being seen, and chats on his mobile phone in a big way.The empty trousers slipped to the thighs, and Mo Ran could see what he shouldn't see when he turned around.

"Help me press my legs, Mo... Mo good brother!"

He Xingci is not ashamed to be one year older than him, he has a way of pleasing people, anyway, he is pleasing Brother Mo, what does it have to do with Mo Ran?

With this sound, Mo Ran's heart can squeeze out water.

His face remained unmoved, "Is it enough for you to rely on me? You are very difficult to be satisfied."

He Xingci didn't hear the meaning behind the words, and when he realized that the massage was over, he could only put on an old face, helpless and furious.

"Come on, aren't we two good brothers in front of the camera, and occasionally implement it in reality, I will thank your ancestors for eighteen generations."

This is also unnecessary.

Suddenly there are some scumbags who consciously He Xingci steals the music. Mo Ran's hands are really skillful, warm and powerful, and they are more skilled than the masters in the massage parlor.

"Hmm... a little bit above, eh, yes, it's here, this is, it's so cool..." He Xingci's eyes were darkened, this massage is really cool, he closed his eyes and teased, "a cripple can do it Stand up for you."

"Hiss, cool... so cool..."

In the dance practice room during the day, there were small chattering sounds, which added a lot of anger.He Xingci's yelling, which was louder than his voice, was heard by Nan Yan who came to investigate the situation, and the situation was wrong!

After listening secretly at the door for 2 minutes, he closed his eyes and turned the doorknob to rush in. There was no visual impact as imagined, only two puzzled faces.

Nan Yan was definitely embarrassed, "You guys are still doing the massage... Let me see how it goes, Xingci, are your feet hurting?" He glanced at the crumpled trousers, and then looked at his face full of displeasure The ink burns.

Come in to disturb me at this time.

"That's it." He Xingci didn't take it to heart, he pulled down his trouser legs and limped to Nanyan's side with a cane on his back, "Did you bring me something delicious?"

Nan Yan has nothing to do with him, this dead boy, with a broken leg and still so poor, his elder brother is like a father, no matter how unhappy he is, he will take care of him: "Here, your favorite corn rib soup, you don't know how expensive pork is now , this pork ribs cost a lot of money."

He opened the plastic bag, and the scent of the pink incubator lifted the lid. He Xingci threw away his crutches and kept his balance on half a foot. Fresh fruit and corn were cut into sections. Chopped green onions, the perfect soup.

Mo Ran silently took a small notebook and wrote down - He Xingci likes to drink corn ribs soup.

The pork rib soup nourishes the body, and He Xingci sat on the ground holding the soup contentedly and drank it with relish. He reacted very quickly. When Nan Yan reached out his hand, he hugged the incubator and sat in the opposite direction.

There is a posture of protecting food.

"No, you think I'm going to snatch it from you," Nan Yan laughed, and withdrew his awkward hand, "I want to remind you, take off the top lid to drink more elegantly." The implication is that Mo Ran is your favorite What about annoying outsiders?

He Xingci moved his butt away, "No, I'll just drink like this by myself."

"...All right."

The only sound in the air was He Xingci, zi la zi la, drinking soup happily. Mo Ran, who was sitting on the other cushion, didn't speak, and Nan Yan didn't speak. He looked down at his shoes and held a cup of warm wolfberry in his hand. .

I can't drink it anyway, what does this ink burn have to do with his dead child?He can't figure it out even if he dies!It is easier for Nanyan to believe that he has four legs than that there are foundations in this world.

"Broker Nan." Mo Ran called him.

Nan Yan came back to his senses, "Ah? What's wrong?"

When Mo Ran lied, his face was not red and his heart was not beating. "I have to be responsible for food, clothing, housing and transportation during Xingci's recuperation. May I ask him what taboos he usually has, and what hobbies he has."

Why is it still weird?Nan Yan put aside the messy thoughts in his mind, it's better that he is too dirty and complicates the relationship between the two children.It must have been hinted too much by that dead Xu Yang.

"Okay, I'll send you these privately later, please take care of him, he's not stable all day long, he's so skinny." Nan Yan didn't bring He Xingci with him for two days and felt that he had come back for several years. , and was so angry that his life was shortened by ten years.

The high-level Mo God, just like this, found out the information without anyone noticing.

Following a huge hiccup, He Xingci gesticulated on Yuanliu's stomach, "Hi~~ I want to go to the toilet."

Ink burning: "..."

Nan Yan: "..."

Wait, the toilet here is no better than at home, here you have to stand and hold the bird.

He... he is like this now, he will fall into the urinal if he stands upright?