Tired ABO

Chu Yan frowned and saw that Xu Zhichen accounted for four of the top five trending searches, followed by capitalized red explosive words, "Is Xu Zhichen so idle! Buying so many hot searches!"

"Damn! How much money is amazing!!"

Chu Yan cursed and entered the first trending search.

Tang Cong said weakly from the side, "President Xu didn't buy this."

"You know what..." Before Chu Yan finished speaking, he said, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!!"

He couldn't restrain the irritability gushing out of his chest after the continuous scolding, he pointed to the one on the screen of the phone - the Weibo posted by the official Weibo of Friends Please Go Home 2.

"Xu Zhichen, is he a resident guest??" He asked Tang Cong with an expression on his face.

Tang Cong took a deep breath, lowered his eyes and did not dare to look up at Chu Yan, and nodded in a small arc.

Chu Yan raised the phone high, and almost didn't pick it up in one breath.

"Brother, brother!" Tang Cong was frightened by him, and hurriedly reached out to stop him, "Be careful, be careful."

Chu Yan threw the phone to him, his face darkened, and he strode out.

After getting into his car, he took out his mobile phone and called Deng Jun again.

"Deng Jun, my uncle, Xu Zhichen's participation in the show, do you dare to say that you don't know about it???"

Tang Cong in the front seat shuddered, and hurriedly checked to see if the doors around him were closed tightly, and without further delay, he started the car and left here first.

The reporters outside the venue might still be scattered somewhere, it would be terrible if they were overheard.

When Deng Jun received the call from Chu Yan, he was not usually empty, and scolded the program group all over, didn't he agree that he would not post it to gain attention before the filming started.

Who is Xu Zhichen?A business tycoon outside the circle, it is reasonable to say that he would not make any big waves on the Internet, but he can't stand it, he is making waves on his own!People who are rich and beautiful, who just hug a supermodel and make their own topics become popular, not to mention that Xu Zhichen also plays Weibo and thieves. He has more than 1000 million fans on Weibo, which is even worse than those third- and fourth-tier stars. famous.

Darling Entertainment, an entertainment company under the Chenyuan Group, is also well-known in the circle.

"That, that, Ayan, you go first..."

"Shut up for me!" Chu Yan was about to explode.

Deng Jun really shut up.

"Fuck! If I tell you to shut it down, you shut it up, why don't you go&~&&&&..."

Deng Jun supported his forehead, and his body on the cushion of his buttocks was quite restless, "Ayan,"

"I don't listen! I really believe in your evil, &&&...&..."

Tang glanced in the rearview mirror. Someone was really angry, his hair was all messed up, and there were still fallen hairs caught between his fingers.

The whole body is dry.

When he saw the trending search, he knew that Brother Yan would be angry.

After swearing, Chu Yan calmed down and found that there was no sound from the receiver. He snorted coldly, "You'd better be honest." The cold tone shocked Deng Jun.

"The show came to me on my own initiative. I was really thinking about it at the beginning. Later, someone from Mr. Xu called me to take it." Deng Jun didn't dare to hide any more, and recruited all of them, "I'll ask The other guests of the program group except you are not allowed to speak."

"I know about Chenyuan's investment. At first, I wondered why it was invested in the name of Chenyuan Group and not in the name of Darling Entertainment,"

"I found out later that it was because Mr. Xu was going to participate in the program." Deng Jun said this with a weak heart, and he wiped the sweat that did not exist on his forehead. He knew very well that if Chu Yan knew from the beginning that Xu Zhichen would participate in the program with him It is absolutely impossible for Chu Yan to accept this variety show again.

Chu Yan didn't say a word, and a strange feeling flowed on both sides of the phone.

"Who are the other two guests?" He asked suddenly.

Deng Jun breathed a sigh of relief, but luckily he talked to him not long after.

"Lian Yun, Su Zhi." When Deng Jun knew the guest lineup early in the morning, he also took a deep breath and wanted to shout out the cowhide of the program team.

Chu Yan sneered and hung up the phone with a snap.

He would be stupid if he didn't understand anything by now.

No wonder he followed Yu to mention that he was going to live with someone for this show, but Sui Yu didn't say anything.

It turned out that he knew all of them, especially with Xu Zhichen around, Suiyu disagreed with a caterpillar.

"Yan, brother Yan." Tang Cong glanced at him and called out tentatively.

The car had circled the elevated road several times, and he didn't dare to drive indiscriminately.

"Go back to the old house." Chu Yan slammed the phone against the car door.

With a bang, the phone fell to the ground and the screen shattered.

Chu Yan didn't even look at it. He leaned on the back of the seat, closed his eyes, raised his hand to press the bridge of his nose, his face was full of tiredness.

Tang Cong was startled, shut his mouth tightly, turned the steering wheel and hurriedly got off the elevated road at the next intersection.

In the old house, the old man followed Yu and the two ate a tasteless lunch in silence, and then dispersed.

Suiyu naturally walked upstairs.

"Master." Uncle Li looked at the old man who had been sitting still for a while, leaned over and called in a low voice.

As the old man opened his eyes, his aging and slack eyelids moved, and he said slowly, "What time is it?"

The housekeeper, Uncle Li, reported the time, "It's past one."

The old man stood up leaning on crutches. Uncle Li stretched out his hand to help him, but the old man waved him away, "I'll go to sleep, you should go to sleep too."

The sun was very good today, and it shone warmly into the house. After the servants finished their work, they all left the main house. Da Ben was lying at the door, with light shining on Huang Chengcheng's back.

The old man didn't let Uncle Li help him, and walked vigorously towards the room while leaning on a cane.

When Chu Yan returned to the old house, he didn't let Tang Cong get out of the car to open the door for him.

He sat in the back seat, his eyes still closed.

Don't think about it, this time there is also Suiyu's handwriting.

Su Zhi was also arranged by Sui Yu.

There are many things that you may not notice if you don't think about them easily, but when you pay attention to them, many things are clear.

Chu Yan suspected that maybe his persona in front of Suiyu was about to collapse.

Unable to figure out what went wrong, Chu Yan opened his eyes.

"Soup Cong."

"Brother Yan, I'm here." Tang Cong turned his head.

"Don't come looking for me these two days, don't worry about Deng Jun's side." Chu Yan said as he opened the car door.

"Brother Yan..." Tang Cong hesitated to speak.

I'm going to go to film the program soon, and there are still many arrangements that have not been discussed.

Chu Yan got out of the car, put on his sunglasses, and walked into the yard without looking back.

Tang Cong looked at the mobile phone with a broken screen on the floor of the carriage, sighed softly, and picked it up.

When Chu Yan entered, Da Ben was still lying on the door. He didn't pay attention to his feet and almost stepped on Da Ben's hind legs.

With a howl, Da Ben jumped up and barked at Chu Yan.

Chu Yan ignored it and walked into the room without saying a word.

The old man has already got up, sitting on the sofa and flipping through thick books wearing reading glasses.

"Grandpa," Chu Yan took off his sunglasses, rubbed his forehead, and called out wearily, without going to sit down next to each other.

The old man didn't look back, and hummed.

"Grandpa, I'm a little tired, I'll go to bed first," Chu Yan said.

The old man didn't refute, just waved his hand.

Chu Yan didn't ask where the Suiyu people were, he stepped on the steps upstairs, his feet were floating, he was still very anxious.

Chu Yan dragged his clothes and walked to the door of their room. Without knocking or making a sound, he pressed the doorknob and opened the door to enter.

Suiyu was processing documents in the small study next to him. Hearing the sound of the door opening, he raised his head and met Chu Yan's eyes.

Chu Yan's clothes were half undone, his shirt buttons were unbuttoned, his trousers were unzipped, and his trousers were dragging on his insteps. When he saw Suiyu, he slightly raised the corners of his mouth and raised his peach eyes lazily, "Good afternoon, Sui."

The eyes behind Suiyu's lenses are clear and bright.

Chu Yan clicked his tongue, threw the coat on the ground on the bend of his arm, kicked off his shoes, propped his hands on the wall, bowed down, took off his socks, and threw himself barefoot in front of Suiyu. The big bed in the middle of the room.

"Sui Chuchu." Suiyu finally said in displeasure.

Chu Yan buried his face on the outer pillow, wrapped it up, and said in a muffled voice, "I'm sleepy."

He buried Suiyu's pillow, which was full of the smell of Suiyu. He wrinkled his nose and buried it a little deeper.

Suiyu pulled away the chair, got up and went over.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Chu Yan moved his body into the bed, and the white and tender toes on his curled up feet moved.

Suiyu walked to the bed, stretched out his hand to hold Chu Yan's waist, and turned him over.

Chu Yan faced Suiyu with his back, half-closed his eyes.

He raised his hand and lazily rubbed the corners of his eyes, "What's wrong, Sui."

The tone of voice is sticky as always, and the drawn-out tone is as attractive as minions.

Sui Yu took his hand away, clamped both of his hands with one hand, and looked down at the person lying on the bed. The delicate face was still covered with delicate makeup, and the eye shadow had just been rubbed, and the eye shadow on it had already faded away. up.

"Wash your face before going to bed." Suiyu said lightly.

Chu Yan opened his eyes, the corners of his eyes were light red, and he looked at Suiyu dazedly with his clear eyes.

When Suiyu was at home, her long hair was always rolled up. This time, I don't know if it was because she had just taken a lunch break, and the front hair was loose in a random way. The beautiful and picturesque face was clear and indifferent.

Chu Yan blinked, and a trace of mist rose uncontrollably from the bottom of his eyes.

Suiyu frowned lightly.

"I don't want to move." Chu Yan said, his voice was low and hoarse.

"What's the matter." Sui Yu sat down beside him, let go of his hands, and raised his hands to straighten his messy hair.

Hearing Suiyu's gentle whisper in a lowered tone unexpectedly, Chu Yan's heart was hit hard, and he still felt that he was thinking too much.

Suiyu seemed to know nothing.

Chu Yan turned over, bowed his body, buried his face in Suiyu's thigh, and sobbed, "Some people said that my acting skills are not good, and then I couldn't control it, and quarreled with that reporter."

"We have been wronged." Suiyu stroked his hair gently.

Chu Yan struggled to raise his small head, looked up at Sui Yu, his eyes were misty, "A Sui, am I really bad at acting?"

"No, Chuchu is fine in everything." Suiyu Wensheng comforted, the eyes behind the transparent lenses were as calm as usual.

"Really?" Chu Yan reached out and grabbed the corner of his clothes, and asked persistently.

"Yeah." Suiyu tickled the corners of his lips and followed him to answer, "Really."

Chu Yan stopped asking, he suddenly burst into a smile, took Suiyu's hand, and babbled.

Then before Suiyu could react, he pulled off the quilt and shrunk inside.

He wrapped himself in a quilt, turned his back to Suiyu, and closed his eyes.