Quick Travel: Crazy criticism of the host and his love for him

"You are really a walking clothes hanger. You will look good in anything you wear."

After hearing this, Yan Eucalyptus stood in front of the mirror and smiled: "I should say that you have good taste and are good at choosing clothes. Every outfit is pleasing to the eye."

Song Sichen was full of pride: "Pack it all up and take it away."

Yan Eucalyptus raised her eyebrows, but did not refuse. She said to the clerk who was packing the clothes: "I won't change the clothes. The people in the dressing room will pack them for me."

After saying that, Yan Yu wandered around the store again and picked out an outfit for Song Sichen.

"Try it."

Song Sichen said nothing, just smiled and took it into the changing room.

Within a few minutes, Song Sichen walked out.

He stands like an orchid orchid tree, and smiles like a bright moon in his arms. He really makes people praise him: "It suits you very well, the aloof school boy."

A smile appeared on Song Sichen's lips, like the spring breeze blowing on her face in March.

Yan Yu walked forward and stood behind him.

It was obvious from the mirror that Song Sichen was half a head shorter than Yan Yu. It looked like Yan Yu was hugging him.

He turned his head slightly to look at Yan Eucalyptus. Yan Eucalyptus also retracted her gaze from the mirror and lowered her eyes to look at him.

Their eyes met for a moment, and then returned to the mirror in tacit understanding, looking extremely harmonious and very CP.

Yan Yu lowered her gaze and landed on Song Sichen's collar, frowning slightly.

He stretched Song Sichen's body and began to tidy him up, not paying attention to whether doing so would make people uncomfortable.

The fingertips inadvertently slid across the hollow of his shoulder and neck, causing a slight electric current, and both of them were stunned.

Song Sichen looked at Yan Eucalyptus, and Yan Eucalyptus nervously reached out and touched it again, comparing it with his own: "Why does it feel different?"

He put his fingertips on his neck and felt it, then relaxed on Song Sichen. While rubbing it with his fingertips, he pinched it gently or softly.

His serious look was quite confusing, and there was no sense of inconsistency with his flirtatious movements and his pure and curious eyes.

"Did you use any skin care products? Recommend it to me so I can try it. It is said that girls prefer scented products. When I become like this, Mengyao might like it..."

"Whatever you like, isn't it already..." His originally happy tone suddenly made people sad again.

Song Sichen pursed her lips slightly, and he could clearly feel the depressed mood of the person in front of him.

The ravaged skin on the neck and shoulders was hot, and the feeling that still lingered on it was particularly obvious. Song Sichen turned sideways, pushed Yan Yu's hand away calmly, and said, "You're still addicted to pinching."

Yan Yu stopped talking, walked to the counter, and took out his mobile phone to pay.

I walked out of the clothing store carrying seven or eight bags, big and small.

"Where else do you want to go?"

"There's a dry pot shop on the fifth floor. Why don't you go get some?"

Yan Yu was not interested, but still responded: "Yes."

Song Sichen: "..."

Back at the hotel, Yan Yu handed Song Sichen's clothes to him and then opened the door.

Song Sichen opened the bag and found the clothes Yan Yu was wearing when she got off the plane. They were not hers at all.

"..." What kind of ecstasy soup did Li Mengyao pour into him? He could even get it wrong.

Helpless, Song Sichen could only knock on Yan Yu's door. However, he knocked on the door for a long time, but there was still no movement.

"..." This person will not be trapped by love and do any irrational behavior.

Thinking about it, Song Sichen called someone from the hotel and opened the door.

Then I saw Yan Yu come out of the bathroom with a bath towel around his waist and wet hair. A group of people stared at him.

Yan Yu looked at Song Sichen suspiciously: "This is..."

After an explanation, they realized that something had happened. The people in the hotel dispersed, leaving only the two of them.

Yan Eucalyptus rubbed her hair, looked at the embarrassed Song Sichen, and took the initiative to speak: "Sorry, I just took a shower and played some songs and didn't hear the knock on the door. Thank you for caring about me."

"It's okay, I brought the wrong clothes..."

Yan Yu sat up, searched among a pile of bags, and then handed Song Sichen's clothes to him.

"That Li Mengyao."

“Past tense online dating partner.”

"It's still early, do you want to come?" As she said that, Song Sichen's eyes fell on the paper script on the table.

Yan Yu picked up the script, her facial features flying around, making Song Sichen look solemn.

[Thank you for your hard work, host. 】

Yan Yu looked at his serious face and asked weakly: "Is the situation serious?"

"Take your time. When I signed up for class before, it was more serious than yours."

"Let's do it like this. I'll perform it from Anchi's perspective. You can imitate while you watch. We'll take our time."

"Okay, let me change my clothes first."

A week passed quickly, and the so-called confrontation was just an excuse to trap the other party.

Over the course of this week, the two tested each other and were both extremely pulled.

Yan Yu's acting skills have gone from a novice to a beginner, surpassing Song Sichen and achieving a qualitative leap.

The day before the crew started shooting, the actors arrived one after another.

The director organized a meal, and Quan took it upon himself to get to know each other, and then he started filming.

Just when Yan Yujiangcheng was closed for filming, Rong Zhimian started staying in the classroom and dormitory mode.

However, Yan Yu was not in the clouds, so he naturally squatted lonely.

Jiang Muyao took the trouble and invited Yan Yu to play games every day. Because he didn't get a reply, he began to get bored with Rong Zhimian in the dormitory.

Qin Yuanzhen joined his father's company and started training.

Monday, cloudy.

Foggy clouds covered the sky. Qin Yuanzhen, dressed in a suit, walked into Fang Yan with Qin's father's secretary.

Qin's father intended to cultivate Qin Yuanzhen as his successor, so he asked his secretary to follow him and delegate some small and medium-sized cooperation to him.

After walking into Fang Yan Company and stating his intention, the front desk led Qin Yuanzhen into the reception hall, poured a glass of boiling water for each of them and left.

I thought I would enter Fang Yan's negotiation room soon, but I never thought I would have to wait in the reception hall for more than half an hour.

When Qin Yuanzhen went to the front desk with a sullen expression to ask, the partner he was negotiating with was late.

No, to be precise, the person who came was not a partner, but a small assistant.

"Sorry, Mr. Qin, our director said there is no need to discuss cooperation with your company, let me do it..."

"There's no need to talk about why you didn't tell me earlier. I've been waiting here for a long time. It's not necessary for you to tell me now."

Qin Yuanzhen held a breath in his heart, feeling angry at being teased and despised.

Under the apologetic look of his assistant, he left Fang Yan angrily.

Stepping out of Fang Yan's door, the people who were supposed to discuss cooperation with him and people from other companies walked out with smiles on their faces.

"Mr. Qin, why are you standing outside? Come in and sit down."

Qin Yuanzhen clenched his fists, glanced coldly, and left with his secretary.

However, God seemed to have made a joke on him, and similar things happened one after another.

Whenever there is cooperation that requires his intervention, his cooperation will be inexplicably sluggish, as if under a spell, everything will not go smoothly, and it will make people feel depressed.