I got married with a big star contract in the world of dog blood

Lu Yan, who appeared like a shooting star, Song Xuejing's face was blank: "How do you know I'm here?"

The warm street light fell on his face, and the left side of his face was slightly swollen, in stark contrast to his thin right side.

Lu Yan's smile disappeared.

"Your father hit you again?"

Song Xuejing belatedly raised her hand and touched the left side of her cheek, no wonder the chicken chops were not always chewing smoothly.

Song Xuejing put down her hands and whispered, "Yes."

Lu Yan was noncommittal, stretched his long legs, and the suitcase took him and slid to stop in front of Song Xuejing. Lu extended his hand, and Song Xuejing was startled, and flinched weakly: "You do it..."

Lu Yan grabbed Song Xuejing's chin with his right hand first, leaned over Song Xuejing's left face and looked at it: "Don't do anything, just take a look."

The faint breath of mint surrounded Song Xuejing. In front of her eyes, Lu Yan's long eyelashes brushed Song Xuejing's cheeks from time to time. Song Xuejing wanted to back away, but Lu Yan didn't look up, threatening nonchalantly: "If you move again, I will still have my left arm around your waist."

Song Xuejing didn't dare to move immediately.

I don't know if it was an auditory hallucination, but Lu Yan seemed to laugh.

Song Xuejing sat upright stiffly, her eyes glanced down, but she couldn't see, only the top of Lu Yan's head.

The hair is thick and there is no risk of baldness.

Song Xuejing suddenly thought of what Professor Yang Yihu often said.

"..."

Song Xuejing silently closed her eyes.

In the darkness, the smell of mint became clearer, and he could feel a slightly cool finger moving gently on the left side of his face.

For a long time, Lu Yan didn't say a word, but Lu Yan's finger was always on Song Xuejing's face.

Song Xuejing couldn't help but ask, "Is it still okay?"

"Yeah." Lu Yan's voice was flat, "If you don't want me to check, don't stand around and be beaten in the future."

Song Xuejing's lips moved, then pursed her lips, and then said in a low voice, "I'm standing, I'm not standing stupidly—ah!"

Suddenly her cheek was pressed, Song Xuejing was unprepared and cried out in pain.

"Pain?" Lu Yan asked.

Song Xuejing knew that Lu Yan asked on purpose, but he didn't know whether to answer or not.

Although he decided to have a fake marriage with Lu Yan, it doesn't mean that he is willing to have other relationship with Lu Yan.

It's too intimate to—

"It hurts..." Song Xuejing was still thinking, but Lu Yan pressed it again, this time Song Xuejing subconsciously said it.

Song Xuejing immediately shut her mouth, her face was a little hot.

"Your face is so hot, it hurts like this?"

"..."

Song Xuejing saw on the Internet that Lu Yan has many titles - Youth Idol, Sunshine God, Honey Boyfriend, Healing Smile...

And Lu Yan... are not very compatible...

Song Xuejing opened his eyes, and finally said: "It hurts, have you finished watching?"

Lu Yan looked up, this time Song Xuejing did see him smiling: "It's over."

Song Xuejing gently let go of Lu Yan's hand with his chin, got up and walked quickly to the side.

With his back turned to Lu Yan, staring at the fireworks reflected on the lake, he whispered, "I agree to a fake marriage with one condition."

The sound of the pulley turning and Lu Yan's voice sounded at the same time: "I agree."

Song Xuejing pursed her lips: "You can decide after listening."

The young man's back is very straight and thin, and the opposite bank is colorful and lively. Standing alone by the lake, he said softly: "The contract period is half a year. During the contract period, you can't like me."

Song Xuejing plucked up the courage to finish this sentence, and anxiously waited for Lu Yan's answer.

The surroundings became quiet, and the singing on the other side gradually died down, replaced by the croaking of frogs.

Almost in the next second, a laugh rang out.

"Who likes you? Me?"

Song Xuejing turned around, and Lu Yan was still sitting on the suitcase, facing him with a narrow smile in his eyes.

"Engineer Song, you are thinking too much."

Song Xuejing's cheeks began to heat up.

He knew that Lu Yan didn't like him now, but the dog blood novels were all fake marriages and he started to like him.

Despite the embarrassment, Song Xuejing still blushed and explained: "I'll talk later."

Lu Yan tilted his head. Under the starlight, he smiled like a fox: "Oh, I also have a condition. When the contract is over, don't cry and say you don't want a divorce."

Song Xuejing: "..."

Perhaps, in the world of dog blood, not everything will be dog blood.

He took a breath and nodded slightly: "Sign it."

"Let's go." Lu Yan stood up.

Song Xuejing was puzzled: "Where are you going?"

Lu Yan: "Your home."

Song Xuejing's pupils shook: "Huh?"

Lu Yan: "You can go to my house if you want."

"..." Song Xuejing grabbed his trouser legs, "Can I sign here?"

After signing the contract, he went back to his house, and Lu Yan went back to Lu Yan's house.

Lu Yan pulled the suitcase and walked to Song Xuejing.

This was the first time the two stood face to face, Song Xuejing's entire vision was occupied by Lu Yan.

He landed on Lu Yan's deep V-neck at eye level.

The starlight fell in, and it was blindingly white.

Song Xuejing quickly lowered his head.

The evening wind carried the smell of mint, and there was a burst of heat and whispers, blowing into his ears.

"Every wall has ears, not to mention there is no wall here, of course not."

-

Lu Yan called, and Ying Sinan arrived in a red flag car in less than half an hour.

Song Xuejing had seen this car before, and Lu Qi also drove it, often parked downstairs under Lin Youzhuo.

Ying Sinan delivered the car, saw Song Xuejing greeted him naturally, turned around, called a taxi and left.

Lu Yan opened the driver's seat, Song Xuejing struggled for a while, and chose the back seat.

There were only the two of them, it was impolite for him not to take the co-pilot, but he didn't dare to get too close to Lu Yan.

Lu Yan...

Same with foxes.

When Song Xuejing sat in the back row, she lowered her head and put her toes together to minimize her presence.

Fortunately, Lu Yan didn't mention this matter. He started the car and asked, "Your home is still mine."

Compared with Lu Yan's home, Song Xuejing felt that his home was more suitable.He said softly: "My home."

The car slid forward immediately, the car was very quiet, neither of them spoke anymore, after driving for about half an hour, Lu Yan stopped to the side of the road: "I'm going to do some shopping, what should I bring?"

Song Xuejing had a very dry mouth after eating a bag of chicken chops before, and he wanted to drink water.

But he just whispered, "No thanks."

Lu Yan didn't ask any further questions, put on his sunglasses, opened the car door, got out of the car and left.

After a few minutes, Lu Yan came back.

Song Xuejing still lowered her head, only hearing a rustling sound.

Lu Yan started the car again, his voice was a little lazy: "I'm a little sleepy, don't you mind playing songs?"

Song Xuejing shook his head first, then quickly responded, "I don't mind."

"What do you usually listen to?" Lu Yan clicked on the music library.

Song Xuejing had a memory, and this time she replied directly: "I don't listen."

"I just let it go."

After finishing speaking, there was a crisp dripping sound in the car.

Then the deep male voice began to sing, and Song Xuejing listened for a while.

This sound is...

Lu Yan.

Song Xuejing raised her eyes quietly, with a narrow field of vision, the lights outside the car fell on Lu Yan's chiseled profile from time to time.

At this time, Lu Yan was humming softly.

Song Xuejing looked away. He doesn't listen to music very much, but he thinks Lu Yan's songs are very enjoyable.

After playing five songs in a row, they finally arrived at Song Xuejing's residence.

Open the door, the inside of the door is the same as every day before, there are calculation papers all over the floor, and eaten up snack shells on the table.

Song Xuejing walked and picked all the way, and managed to find a foothold that could lead to the living room.

Lu Yan opened the shoe cabinet, there were two pairs of slippers inside, and Lu Yan took the longer pair.

As soon as they met, Song Xuejing ran over and pushed them back, and took out another pair that was shorter: "This pair can be worn."

Lu Yan glanced at the longer slippers, his brown pupils were dim and unclear: "I can't fit your shoe size in."

Song Xuejing's earlobes were red, and she silently put the slippers back: "I'm going to buy new ones..."

"No need." Lu Yan took off his shoes and walked in with his things, "Barefoot is fine."

This Song Xuejing recognized.

He also likes to go barefoot at home, but Lin Youzhuo has to wear slippers, so he brought a pair here and put them here.

Song Xuejing closed the door, and when he entered the living room again, Lu Yan was already sitting on the sofa.

The messy sofa was simply tidied up by Lu Yan, and it was ready for people to sit on.

Obviously it was Song Xuejing's home, but Song Xuejing was very cramped. He stopped some distance away from the sofa, with his left hand hanging down, rubbing his trouser legs nervously: "Do you want ice cream? There is one in the refrigerator."

Lu Yan hooked his hands: "You come here first."

Song Xuejing moved over.

When they were approaching the sofa, Song Xuejing was still hesitating whether to move on, but Lu Yanyan directly pulled him to sit on the sofa.

Just as Song Xuejing was about to get nervous, Lu Yanxian said, "I'm rubbing the medicine on you, not to eat you, why be nervous."

Only then did Song Xuejing see that the opened bag on the coffee table was full of medicines.

What Lu Yan bought was medicine for him?

Song Xuejing was stunned, Lu Yan had already opened the cotton ball and stretched it towards his face, Song Xuejing raised his hand to pick it up: "I will do it myself."

However, Lu Yan bypassed his hands and directly sterilized Song Xuejing: "From now on, you have to get used to my contact. Journalists are all pineapples, and you like to eat them. You should know more about pineapples than I do."

The raised hand was still for a moment, but Song Xuejing finally withdrew it, and simply closed his eyes and asked Lu Yan to apply the medicine to him.

Can't see, can pretend to be a doctor.

But Lu Yan kept talking.

"The face is too tense, relax."

"Let go of your hands, don't hold them tight."

"It's medicine, not punishment."

……

There are so many words from Lu Yan.

Song Xuejing thought.

After some time passed, the application of medicine was finally over. Song Xuejing heaved a sigh of relief, and immediately opened his eyes and said, "Let's sign it."

Song Xuejing's request was added to the contract that Lu Yan had previously prepared. Song Xuejing checked it carefully and found that the terms were all right.

He was responsible for the fake marriage with Lu Yan, acting as a loving couple.

Lu Yan is responsible for solving the harassment from reporters and fans.

The term is half a year.

Lu Yan couldn't like him, and he couldn't disagree with the divorce after the contract ended.

Song Xuejing drew up a pen to sign, when Lu Yan suddenly said, "Your request is too simple, you can make another request."

Song Xuejing thought for a while, raised her head, her pupils sparkled, and asked softly, "Can you cook me another meal?"

It was so unexpected that Lu Yan didn't respond immediately for the first time. After a few seconds, he got up and said, "What do you want to eat?"

……

Lu Yan made a dish of baked beef and mashed potatoes with cheese and tomato, and Song Xuejing ate it cleanly.

He licked the corner of his mouth, and ran to get a piece of toast, and used the toast to wash the bowl, scraping off the last juice that slipped through the net, and ate it.

Hearing laughter suddenly, Song Xuejing was bewildered, and looked up with his mouth full of toast.

Seeing Lu Yan sitting opposite, he blurted out: "Why are you still here?"

A lot of bread crumbs came out.

Lu Yan didn't mind, he dragged his chin with one hand and stirred the cold coffee.

"The press conference to announce the marriage will be held next week. We must make up the story first."

Song Xuejing couldn't understand, so he swallowed the bread: "What story?"

"Of course it's—" The bewitching peach blossom eyes are gentler than spring flowers, "The story of our love."