I was bullied in the abuse text [Entertainment]

Xue Lan has received countless roses since she was a child, and she has also torn up countless love letters.

It's not that he was born indifferent, it's just that he clearly knows that all those boys who come here for fame are the same as Bai Min, they only look at the power behind him and the brilliance he can give.

As for Xue Lan himself, no one has ever really cared and cared.

And what about the little quail in the room?

A child who will leave lights for guests who may not come to visit in the middle of the night should at least be soft and kind-hearted, right?

Thinking of this, Xue Lan involuntarily stepped into the elevator that went straight to the 23rd floor.

The elevator door opened slowly, and the door of the luxurious and cold apartment in front of him was tightly closed.

When Xue Lan asked Feng Ning to move in more than two months ago, he did not cancel his fingerprint authentication on the door lock.

It wasn't intentional, I was in a hurry and forgot.

Xue Lan stood at the door, silent for a while.For some unknown reason, instead of reaching out to knock on the door, he pressed his thumb on the fingerprint sensing area.

With a light click, the door opened with a sound.

Xue Lan finally showed his first smile all night—that little quail didn't even erase his authentication information.

The entrance hall is connected to the living room of the apartment, with a wide view, Xue Lan closed the door behind him with his hand back, and when he raised his eyes, he could see the thin young man lying on the sofa in the living room, the corners of his lips were more curved, and the coldness in his eyes was caught by him. Replaced by warmth and tenderness.

The person on the sofa seemed to have fallen asleep. His slender limbs were curled up and wrapped in a thin air-conditioning blanket, leaving only the white neck faintly visible. The warm yellow light covered the whole body with a layer of fur. Jin, with his eyes closed, his slender eyelashes trembling slightly with his shallow breathing.

Well-behaved and beautiful.

Feng Ning didn't deliberately wait for Xue Lan. In fact, he never had the habit of waiting for anyone.

But tonight he actually left a light in the living room.

Maybe it was because she was afraid that Xue Lan would get drunk again and had nowhere to go, maybe she had a faint feeling that Xue Lan should come to explain something after having dinner with Bai Min, or maybe it was because of some other unspeakable feelings... Feng Ning himself do not know either.

In short, Feng Ning just sat on the sofa in the living room, looked out the window, and fell asleep with the lights on.

Xue Lan relaxed the movement of the slippers, and even restrained her breathing as much as possible.

Although the sound of entering the door was not loud, there was a commotion after all. Feng Ning had been sleeping unsteadily in a curled up position, but he woke up all of a sudden.

Feng Ning rubbed his eyes, and slowly turned his head to look at the door, a corner of the thin summer blanket on his waist slipped onto the long-haired carpet.

Xue Lan stood at the porch, your tall and light figure is still familiar and elegant and upright, but there is a different emotion between your brows, as if you are a little confused or fragile?

Feng Ning shook his head immediately, he thought that he must have not woken up and his mind is not clear, how can those fragile words be used on Xue Yingdi who is high above him.

Feng Ning propped himself on the sofa and wanted to stand up, but Xue Lan stopped him with a look.

The man smiled, walked straight to the edge of the sofa, bent down and picked up the blanket that fell on the floor, put it back on Feng Ning's lap, and rubbed his head: "It's autumn, every day is getting better and better." Cool, don’t sleep on the sofa in the future, you’ll catch a cold.”

Feng Ning nodded bluntly, and watched Xue Lan's butt|butt sit next to his naked|bare|bare feet very naturally, and even forgot to ask Xue Lan—why didn't you knock on the door.

A palm suddenly stretched out in front of Feng Ning's eyes.

"They all said you can tell fortunes," Xue Lan's deep voice sounded in his ears, "show me."

Feng Ning had already sat up straight from the sofa, his snow-white feet stepped on the carpet, the cool touch made his whole body tremble, but his mind still seemed not clear.

Feng Ning's eyes fell on the open palm in front of him.It was so close to the tip of my nose, so close that I could almost feel the warm breath emanating from the pores.

Xue Lan's palms are fair, with a healthy reddish tinge on his skin. The lines spread to the knuckles around him. His fingers are strong and slender. They curl up slightly and keep scratching people's hearts.

Feng Ning only felt that his heart was beating very fast, and a faint rosy color was spreading around his neck. He couldn't remember even a word of "Zhangwei Gejue" taught by his master in the previous life, so he couldn't help but blurted out,

"Are you green?"

Feng Ning firmly believed that Xue Lan must have been stimulated too much tonight to make such an abnormal act of asking someone to tell her fortune.Then, apart from being painted green on the hat by Bai Min, he really couldn't think of anything else that could have such a big impact.

Xue Lan: "..."

If you have to say that, there seems to be nothing wrong with it.

Seeing that Xue Lan didn't make a sound for a while, Feng Ning frowned and fell into silence. He thought it was too embarrassing for him to say something, so he comforted him:

"It doesn't matter, the fire can't be covered with paper. It's a matter of time. It's better to know it earlier than to be caught off guard later."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he regretted and wanted to bite his tongue off.

Xue Lan has already grasped the point keenly: "Why are you so sure, you already knew about this matter?"

Feng Ning swallowed, not knowing how to answer, he couldn't say that when I was being pimped by the manager, I ran into your Bai Min with my own eyes and went to rescue him, right?

Fortunately, Xue Lan seemed to be just asking casually, and didn't mean to get to the bottom of it.

He paused for a long time before turning his face around, staring at Feng Ning with his deep pupils, and slowly said: "Feng Ning."

"what?"

"I..." A trace of embarrassment flashed across Xue Lan's eyes so fast that Feng Ning didn't notice it at all. Then, Xue Lan swallowed the words that he almost blurted out.

He muffled: "I'm hungry."

Feng Ning: "...?" Am I cola, chicken wings or a hamburger, do you get hungry when you see me?

However, why do you feel that Xue Lan didn't seem to want to say this?It's all because of the abrupt change in topic.

"There's porridge in the pot, and it's still on the warmer. How about I get you a bowl?"

"it is good."

Feng Ning didn't explain why the porridge in the pot was still hot so late, and Xue Lan didn't ask any questions.

Everything is natural and logical, as if the two should have such a tacit understanding in the first place.

After Xue Lan washed her hands, the dining table was already set.

What Feng Ning brought out from the kitchen was not only a bowl of porridge, but also boiled kale, stir-fried bamboo shoots, steamed shrimp with vermicelli, and cold green lotus root. These are simple home-cooked dishes, but they can control the calorie intake. It's a bit like it's specially prepared for people who need to keep in shape all the year round.

The dishes were obviously not freshly fried. A few vegetable leaves looked wilted and already soaked in oil, but their color was still attractive, and they were obviously specially heated to create delicious steam.

Picking up a mouthful of food and putting it into his mouth, he chewed slowly. Through the glass door, Xue Lan saw the little quail who was still busy serving the last soup in the kitchen... There was warmth in his heart, and he had been longing for it all the time. The years are quiet and good, and it seems that they all have a concrete image.

Feng Ning wiped the rag twice with his slender fingers, walked out briskly, sat down opposite Xue Lan, and asked him with a smile if the food was good.

Little did they know, Xue Lan's heart was already turned upside down at this moment.

Xue Lan has never pursued others, and has never taken the initiative to like anyone. Because of the thin relationship, she dare not squander it, so she always hopes that she will be the one who takes control in the relationship.But Feng Ning's appearance seemed to change everything.

He would chase Feng Ning to stay in the hotel, accompany him to the set, attend dinner parties just for him, and even play such silly and stupid pranks as pretending to be drunk after drinking.

Xue Lan felt that Bai Min's lottery and lottery that night were all nonsense, but she was right in one sentence - he really gave too little to Feng Ning.

It's all because Xue Lan is too insensitive to feelings, and he didn't realize that the little quail is the one he likes.

But luckily it's not too late, now that I have figured it out, of course I have to send the best of the world to Feng Ning.

To his step-by-step, to his gradual figure!

All the golden iron rules in the entertainment industry, Xue Lan, know that steady progress and one step at a time can certainly win more praise, but he himself has climbed up from the bottom bit by bit, and the hard work is by no means something that can be understated in a few words. passed.That's why Xue Lan was reluctant to let Feng Ning suffer the same crime all over again.

He, Xue Lan, who likes people wants to encourage them and bring money into the group. Anyway, it's not like he doesn't have the ability!

It only took Xue Lan a meal to help Feng Ning's lower body to make a decision about acting.Then he felt more at ease when he ate the meal made by the little quail.

Xue Lan picked up the porridge bowl, took two big gulps without any politeness, and then nodded and said, "Not bad."

The next second, when Xue Lan was about to stand up and go to the kitchen to fill another bowl, Xue Lan just stood up from the stool when she suddenly stopped.

Then the whole body was trembling with extreme suppression...

Under the gaze of Feng Ning's unclear eyes, Xue Lan leaned on the corner of the table and slowly squatted down.

His legs were curled up unnaturally, one hand was covering his stomach, and the bony fingers of the other hand were tightly grasping the corner of the main dining table, as if trying to borrow strength, the veins on the back of his hand were all sharp.

The face that was still handsome and smiling just a second ago was now pale without a trace of blood, and the side of the well-defined mandible twitched with clenched teeth...

Completely panicked, Feng Ning stood up from the stool and stepped over to Xue Lan's side. Without hesitation, he knelt down on one knee, stretched out his hands, and supported Xue Lan's shoulders to help him stand up.

"What's wrong with you? Then...does it hurt there?"

Xue Lan failed to make a sound, and pointed her index finger lightly at her abdomen, as if she had exhausted all her strength.

"Did you eat something bad? Could it be food poisoning? Is there something wrong with the prawns I cooked? Or is the food stale after being left out overnight? Oh...it's all my fault..." Feng Ning was anxious and even his voice was weak Trembling.

Xue Lan couldn't care less about comforting Feng Ning at the moment, he just felt like a steel knife was churning and stirring in his lower abdomen, hurting even his intestines, bones and blood, so painful that he could hardly make a sound.

Somehow Feng Ning suddenly gained so much strength, he opened his arms and hugged Xue Lan tightly in his arms, put him on the chair, then trotted to the bedroom to get his mobile phone: "Wait, I'll call the ambulance car."

However, Xue Lan grabbed Feng Ning's wrist and said angrily, "I'm afraid I will have to stay with you again tonight."

The author has something to say: Xue Yingdi is pretending again this time?

Should Oscar send him a statuette?