Xiaobai has always known that Yan Suang is very beautiful. But today he was sitting on the bed, his face was slightly pale and his hair was a little messy, making him look less elegant than usual and his voice was imposing, but instead revealed a weak and pathological beauty.

The only thing that remains unchanged is that the black eyes are still bright and bright, as if they can see people's hearts at a glance.

Xiaobai looked at the pile of sofas and floors full of fruit baskets and flowers, and suddenly remembered that he seemed to have come empty-handed. "I..." He paused, sorted out his words, and said, "What do you want to eat? I'll buy it?"

What do you want to eat? I'll buy it?

Yan Suang's hand holding the bed sheet suddenly tightened.

He has acted in so many dramas and heard so many sweet words from people, but such plain greetings actually made him develop a feeling called sweet in an instant. And it was so surging that it was hard to control himself.

He couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Look, Yan Suang, you have indeed fallen.

No matter how you escape or struggle, you are still in trouble.

- For this innocent and innocent man in front of you.

"Come here." He stretched out his hand and patted the edge of the bed.

Xiaobai walked over as he said, and sat on the chair beside the bed.

Yan Suang tried his best to say in a plain tone: "Why did you come?"

Looking at his face that was not fading, Xiaobai suddenly felt very confident, "I'll come to see you. We are friends. You are injured. Isn't it normal for me to visit you?"

friend?

Where would there be a friend like him who would want to hold him in his arms and kiss him hard?

Yan Suang raised his head and suppressed all the beautiful pictures in his mind because of his approaching little face.

"noob."

"Um?"

"You shouldn't have come."

"..." Xiaobai's fingers holding the hem of his clothes immediately tightened. Sure enough, was he still wishful thinking?

"But," Yan Suang breathed slowly, "No matter why you came. Since you are here, I will not let you leave again."

All reason and conscience were destroyed in the moment when they saw him. The person who had thought about him for thousands of times in his dream stood in front of him so truly. What reason and excuse did he have to convince himself to ignore and escape?

Just like a warrior hesitating whether to go to the battlefield, when the spoils are at your fingertips, what reason does he have to refuse?

The hesitant heart is unprecedentedly firm.

The wandering feelings are also unprecedentedly clear.

Xiaobai blinked, "No, I will participate in the recording of "The Most Pretty Enemy" tomorrow."

"Well. Then I have to lend you to them for the time being." Yan Suang, who made up his mind, was in a very good mood and deliberately pouted and joked with him.

Xiaobai's heartbeat for some reason was two beats, and he hurriedly looked away and said, "Ah, how is your leg injury?"

"It's just a crack in the bone, it's a little bit." As he said that, he lifted up the quilt and exposed the leg with a cast.

Xiaobai was frightened to see it, "Is this a little bit of it?"

"Of course. When I first debuted, I fell off a steel wire and almost became an idiot." As he said that, he lifted his hair and asked Xiaobai to look at his scalp, "Look, is there a shallow scar here?"

Xiaobai swallowed, his hands trembled slightly, and he touched the scar, "It hurts very much."

"I fainted at that time and didn't feel anything. Now that the scar is healed, I naturally forgot the pain."

Seeing Yan Suang's understatement like this, Xiaobai deeply reflected on whether he was too fussy.

The two sat silently for a while.

Yan Suang was very satisfied.

Xiaobai is very cramped.

"Uh, did you receive the text I sent that day?"

Yan Suang's eyes flashed, and then he said in surprise: "Which day? What text message?"

Xiaobaishu breathed, "It turns out that I didn't receive it."

Yes, even if friends want to break an appointment, they will make a phone call or send a text message to notify you.

The huge rock in his heart moved away, and his mood rose again.

Yan Suang looked at him with a innocent smile, and felt guilty after lying for the first time, "Xiaobai."

"Um?"

"Actually..." He hesitated for a while before saying, "I was confused a few days ago."

"confused?"

"Well. I encountered the biggest problem in my life."

"The biggest problem?" Xiaobai thought of Brother Xiong's death and Xinglong butcher shop changed hands, and immediately became nervous, "How big is it? How difficult is it?"

"It's very difficult." Yan Suang touched his lips with his hand, "I used to be free and willful. No matter what happens, I will endure it alone. However, this problem will affect others, so I'm very hesitant."

Xiaobai looked at his troubled look and explained, "Then have you ever asked that other person, maybe he is willing to bear it with you?"

Yan Suang's blank gaze suddenly lit up, staring at him with a burning look, "Really?"

"I just think that if you are friends, you should help and care for each other."

Damn friend.

Damn helping and caring for each other.

Yan Suang felt disgusted with these most beautiful words in humanity for the first time.

"What kind of problems have you encountered?"

Looking at Xiaobai's trustworthy gaze, Yan Suang couldn't even say a word, "It's no big deal. You think I'm getting rid of bipolar disorder."

"……ha?"

Xiaobai's cell phone rang.

It's Gao Qin.

"arrive?"

"Um."

"Give Yan Suang the phone." Gao Qin said a bad tone.

Xiaobai was stunned for a moment, then handed the phone to Yan Suang and said, "It's Brother Gao Qin."

Yan Suang took it without surprise.

Gao Qin said the first sentence, "Don't touch him."

"..." Yan Suang was shocked for five or six seconds before he came back to his senses and smiled bitterly, "I'm not a kidnapper. Have you watched too many gangster movies?"

Gao Qin said: "You should be careful anyway."

“I know very well what I’m doing.”

"This road is dark. Even if you want to go to the end by yourself, you don't have to pull someone into the water."

How can I go on this road alone? Yan Suang sneered: "If you have time to care about me, it's better to care more about yourself. Who do you think Feng Yaren's thoughts can be hidden from you?"

"This is two different things. Xiaobai is my artist, and I have the responsibility to supervise him not to go wrong."

"Isn't Feng Yaron yours under? You should worry about how to get him back into the world now, right?"

One sentence hit Gao Qin's fatal point.

After hearing Ma Rui's tone these days, it seems that he has already refrigerated and even gave up his plan to Feng Yaron.

After all, Feng Yalun's incident this time was too big, and the city was full of wind and rain, and the trees fell and the money was scattered.

When Feng Yalun accumulated reputation step by step and worked hard with him, he had the current status, but the collapse was only a moment.

Due to the damage to his image, many advertisers canceled their agents. The film contracts that used to fly like snowflakes also became two or three kittens. And they were some unpainful characters, obviously wanting to take advantage of the situation.

Anyway, Feng Yalun fell too hard this time.

Yan Suang heard the busy voice that suddenly hung up, muttered, "I don't have a grace." He handed the phone back to Xiaobai, and found that he was staring at him carefully, "What's on my face?"

"Did you have a quarrel with Brother Gao Qin?"

Yan Suang slapped his mouth, "It's not a quarrel, it's just a rational discussion of some irrational issues."

Xiaobai seems to understand.

Yan Suang looked at the sky and said, "It's time to have afternoon tea, what do you want to eat?"

Xiaobai looked down at his watch and exclaimed, "I'm going back."

"Go back?" Yan Suang, who was excited, seemed to be poured with cold water on his head, and his expression immediately became weak, "It's still early."

"No. Zhiqing was just discharged from the hospital today, and I want to go back to take care of him."
To be continued...