Star II

The man in the lead looked excited, like a hyena smelling prey, and said quickly: "What do you think about the rumors of the past few days? Are Mu Haoyan and Li Xuan really in love?"

I asked back, "Who is Li Xuan?"

He froze for a moment, and said, "Mu Haoyan's gossip partner."

I said, "I've never heard of it."

His expression became more excited: "Then you..."

I interrupted him: "I advise you to accept it as soon as you see it. My lawyer's letter will not just be sent out for good looks."

The man touched his nose embarrassingly, exchanged glances with the other two, and finally gave in reluctantly.

I sat in the back seat, closed the door, and the paparazzi were still taking pictures of our car.

Gu An said angrily: "When I find out which newspaper they belong to, there are some good-looking ones."

"Let them report."

"Brother Qiao made a phone call...Huh?"

"Let them report, don't press." I repeated.

Gu An turned his head in surprise: "But..."

I reminded him: "Watch the road."

"Oh." Gu An was honest for a while, and couldn't help whispering, "Master, you feel different from when I first picked you up."

"Really." I didn't want to say much.

When I got back to the apartment, Director Hou and the others hadn’t come yet. My mobile phone was blown up first, and all the dozen or so calls came from Xun Bin.

Word travels so fast.

I muttered and answered the phone, the tone and questions over there were the same as the paparazzi just now.

"Why did you come out of Mu Haoyan's house?"

"Why?" I said lightly while sitting on the sofa, "Of course it's because I stayed at his house."

Xun Bin was silent for a moment, then said in a hoarse voice, "Has he touched you?"

I frowned in displeasure, saying this as if I belonged to him.

So, I said unceremoniously: "Why, is it unusual to sleep with a celebrity?"

Xun Bin suppressed, "You are different."

I said, "It's no different. I'm also a hedonist. I didn't go to your parties before because I didn't meet people with the right appetite."

Xun Bin said angrily, "Do you think Mu Haoyan is a good person? Nine out of ten paparazzi are arranged by him."

"So what?" I didn't take it seriously, "I don't have many resources, so it's okay to give me some topics."

"You're crazy."

"I'm sober and don't meddle in my private life anymore."

There was a muffled ring on the other end of the phone, and then the call ended.

The poor phone was probably smashed by Xun Bin.

I put down my phone slowly, and the doorbell rang after a while, Director Hou walked in with familiar faces.

Director Hou looked around and said, "It doesn't seem to have changed from last time."

I don't live here, so of course there won't be any traces of my life.

Director Hou then asked: "Are you feeling a bit sad after the last issue?"

I said, "It's not the last day, it's too early to ask this kind of question."

"I didn't directly deny it," Hou Dao smiled slyly, "Then can I think there is a little bit?"

"There is one thing." I readily admitted.

I didn't expect much when I came here, but now we've been together for nearly a month, and I can't say I don't have feelings for everyone.

Director Hou asked a few more innocuous questions, and then said: "There is one question that fans are most concerned about. After the show is broadcast, will there be a chance to see you on TV?"

"Television is probably out of the question." I turned to the camera, "You can follow Mu Haoyan's Weibo, he is my official window."

Director Hou laughed and said, "Let Mourinho be your agent, the young master will really save face."

I nodded: "It's okay."

"Since the first issue, your relationship has been very good. Is it because he is the only old acquaintance?" Director Hou said.

"No," I shook my head, "I haven't seen him in real life before the show was recorded."

"That's not right," Director Hou and the female director looked at each other, and then said, "Mourinho said you met once a few years ago."

This surprised me.

I searched for Mu Haoyan's old photos. Although he is becoming more and more mature, his bones are there, so he won't be too far away.

Well, a few years ago was when he was an idol, maybe he was invited to be a guest performer by a certain commercial event.

I thought about it for a while, but I didn't find Mu Haoyan's footprints in my memory, so I stopped thinking about it and dismissed the matter lightly.

"Maybe I met once, but I was still young at that time, so I don't remember."

"That's right, it's normal to forget what happened a few years ago." Director Hou began to ask questions along the lines of the topic he had drawn up.

After half an hour, the simple question and answer ended.

Director Hou smiled and looked at me: "The following is a personal question. Will you still pay me five hundred dollars for a painting?"

I looked at him: "Five hundred..."

Director Hou looked frustrated.

The corner of my mouth curled: "RMB."

The female choreographer took the lead in applauding: "Congratulations, Brother Yuan."

There was warm applause in the room, the camera focused on the deputy PD of the program for the first time, and the expressions of all the staff were exaggerated like a year-end awards ceremony.

Director Hou couldn't laugh or cry: "I understand the methods of the shopping festival. I raised the price in advance, and then offered a super discount. It is obviously similar to the standard price, but I still have the illusion of picking up a big bargain, and I am willing to pay."

He opened his wallet and pulled out five red notes.

"Okay, I'll be your first guest."

I looked at the banknotes on the coffee table and raised my eyebrows slightly: "The first one? Brother Monkey, do you want everyone to draw a picture?"

"Don't call me Monkey Brother," Hou Dao covered his chest with a familiar heartbroken expression, "Your conscience won't scold me if you cheat on me?"

I smiled and took out a light blue gift box from the drawer of the coffee table.

"I remember you have a daughter who is as lovely as Ruirui."

Director Hou quickly waved his hand: "Take it away, take it away, I, an elder, don't want you to give me a gift."

"It's not for you," I pushed the gift box in front of him, "for the lovely little princess."

When the female editor saw her, she said, "I'm so sour, no one has ever given me Tiffany, so I can raise a child now."

"Your gifts are also available, at the shooting location."

The coffee trucks have always been used to support the stars. I ordered three dining trucks to support the staff of the program group. The names of each CAST are printed on the car body.

The female choreographer was stunned: "Brother, what made you enlightened?"

I said, "Nothing, I just want everyone to take it easy."

I just need to talk about these things and spend a little money to do them, but the atmosphere on the set will be much happier, and Mu Haoyan should be in a better mood.

I want to hear him praise me.

He said that I don't need to do anything, but if I do what suits him, he will be very happy.

Whether it's kissing or dealing with paparazzi, I'm willing to do what makes him happy.

because he makes me happy.

On the way to the airport, I searched for information about Mu Haoyan, but there was nothing new. At that time, I thought my photo was suppressed by Chenghong. Later, I realized that the paparazzi like to pick up news in the early morning, which has their unique sense of ceremony.

The gate of the airport is still buzzing with people, Mu Haoyan's schedule has been completely exhausted, after a series of twists and turns, there are quite a few fans who never leave, but this time apart from his banner, I am actually still in the crowd After seeing my photo, more than a dozen people even took a photo of me and Mu Haoyan.

There are three very obvious camps, large, medium and small, not far apart from each other, but clearly distinct.

I heard Director Hou said that there is my fan club on the Internet, but this is the first time for CP fans to see it, it is really fresh.

I took the VIP channel, escorted by three bodyguards, and Mu Haoyan sent me a message in advance, saying that there might be paparazzi who bought the same flight, so you have to be careful in the lounge and on the plane.

Anyway, it means not letting me kiss and hug.

I do miss the feel of his skin, and if he doesn't text, maybe I'll put my hand in his sleeve as soon as I meet.

It's a pity to see a firm, elastic, and fit body after long-term exercise.

I was still wearing the sunglasses and hat that Mu Haoyan had prepared for me. This behavior undoubtedly pleased him. After meeting him, he was obviously in high spirits.

He couldn't hold hands, so he pretended to help me tidy up my coat and hat, brushing my earlobe casually with his fingers.

I like his small movements, and the dissatisfaction with not being able to make further physical contact disappears, but it is quite interesting.

I didn't tell him about the encounter with the paparazzi, because it wasn't necessary, I accepted it was arranged by him, and he would know sooner or later if it wasn't arranged by him.

In the early morning of that day, my 2-minute short video streamed out, which made the originally one-sided situation extremely chaotic.

Some people asked me who I was, some criticized me for being arrogant and rude, some called me pretending to be aggressive, and some people asserted that I would debut soon and they were cooperating with Mu Haoyan to hype.

However, on the other hand, CP fans shouted for the New Year, Mu Haoyan's only fan called for grievances for him, and fans from all walks of life who didn't like Li Xuan called her a scheming whore.

Not long after, the extras of the show were released. In other people's playful videos, you can see Mu Haoyan seriously discussing work. It was caused by the agent's negligence...

Mu Haoyan had a good reputation at first, but in the previous storm of fandom, some passers-by suspected that the navy was leading the way. Now that the wind has turned, he has begun to gain a lot of sympathy.

Of course I am self-aware, my few words can't rehabilitate Mu Haoyan, behind this is the game of capital.

It's just that I don't know who is behind Mu Haoyan's backing, or he has already prepared his hand and just waited for the time to come.

Maybe when I tempted him with an audition a few days ago, he was laughing at my pettiness from the bottom of his heart.

"What are you in a daze for, are you sleepy?"

When we arrived at the recording site, it was still early, so Mu Haoyan found a remote small room as a rest room.His lounge is naturally my lounge.

He took a clean blanket from the trunk and draped it over my lap.

"Sleep for a while if you're tired."

I squinted my eyes, and my eyes wandered slowly on his handsome face. Xun Bin really didn't understand me at all. He thought he would be angry, but on the contrary, I was extremely excited.

How boring is a beautiful body that drifts with the crowd, just like this, can't see through, can't guess, and spends all my thoughts on me.

"You said we met before." I asked, "When?"

He smiled: "Aren't you not interested in my past?"

I said forcefully: "That is my past."

"Six years ago," Mu Haoyan said softly, "I met you by chance once, and you probably don't remember it."

I really don't remember.

I said, "We shouldn't have said a few words."

"I didn't say a few words," he looked at me, "Is there anything else you want to ask?"

"Do you have other work arrangements after the show?" I asked.

"Not yet," Mu Haoyan said flatly, "I'm going to file a lawsuit with the company and terminate the contract early."

"Very good." It's good news for me. Once the lawsuit is fought, it will probably take a year or so, and Mu Haoyan will be unemployed.

He saw the joy in my brows, and was not surprised. Instead, he cooperated: "In the future, I may only have one movie to make."

I don't understand him, but he understands my thoughts very well. I am not wronged by him.

The fourth episode was recorded in a small village surrounded by mountains, the wind chimes under the eaves jingled, and the white window screens flew up.

When I opened my eyes, I could see the glistening fluff on Mu Haoyan's face, so close, I could kiss him by pouting.

So I naturally followed my heart's wish and opened my mouth wide to take a bite.

Mu Haoyan pushed my cheek away, wiped the saliva off his face helplessly: "The doors and windows are not closed, you are not afraid of being seen."

I was about to laugh at what he was afraid of, when I heard two heavy coughs coming from the door, and I raised my eyes to meet Aunt Lin's stern eyes.

"Mu Haoyan, I told you to take care of Xiao En, is that how you take care of him?"

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: one of joy and sorrow;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 46 bottles of sadness and joy; 2 bottles of Zhuxuan;