Today is also a day that I don't want to be cannon fodder

"That's right, that's it, don't move, just hold on." The photographer adjusted his position and looked at the two people with smiles on their faces very worriedly.

Wen Yan took a deep breath, trying to make the smile look more real, and couldn't help looking at Liu Han who was holding his waist with one hand, feeling complicated.

Don't know about the others, but right now he can feel eyes sharper than knives piercing his back fiercely.Wen Yan can guess who it is without looking back.

Except for Pei Jia, no one would look at him like an enemy.Obviously he didn't do anything, he tried very hard to stay away from this group of destined emperors, but he still couldn't break free from this very ignorant plot.

"Be more focused." Liu Han lowered his head and whispered in Wen Yan's ear. To outsiders, it looked like a lover's ear to ear, and his gaze on Wen Yan's back intensified.

He closed his eyes for a few seconds, and then opened them again. The corners of Wen Yan's mouth were slightly hooked, and his eyes were turning a little carelessly. He smiled at Liu Han, his eyes illuminated by the pale light were shining brightly, and the Milky Way was vast.

The eyes of the two happened to meet, Liu Han's deep eyes couldn't help but froze for a moment, paused in the air, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and after a while, he hugged him tightly, his broad chest was in stark contrast to the young man's slender body.

The photographer quickly seized this opportunity to press the shutter, and after a few clicks, the work he wanted was shot.He was in a very good mood, so he waved his hand naturally, letting the hungry rumbling people dismiss for dinner.

Wen Yan quickly broke away from Liu Han's embrace. He took a step back just in time to take the mobile phone handed over by his assistant. His long and narrow eyes drooped slightly for a few glances, and then he raised his head and nodded towards Liu Han with dignity and arrogance. Head, intending to leave directly.

Although he didn't plan to eat with Wen Chu, it didn't mean he didn't have to eat. Wen Yan raised his hand to touch his stomach, and sighed silently.

As the saying goes, if you don't eat actively, you have problems with your brain.

Wen Yan hurriedly planned to leave the set to find delicious food around him. Of course, he didn't care about Liu Han's hesitant eyes. He casually picked up a bottle of water from his assistant's arms and took a few sips. , Feeling a lot better in the throat, he opened his mouth and said, "We go out for dinner together?"

He raised his eyebrows at the assistant, his eyes were involuntarily filled with curiosity, he was not familiar with Bai Xi with his assistant for so long.

However, Bai Xi is also the kind of handsome man who can strip himself off without any underwear left when he meets him for the first time. He is completely different from the assistant who is taciturn at first glance.

Naturally, the assistant had no reason to reject Wen Yan, and he nodded under the expectant gaze of the other party.

Seeing that the two of them were about to lift their legs to leave, Mu Xuan finally came out of the lounge and stood in front of Wen Yan. Wen Yan's usually cold eyebrows softened a little bit unexpectedly, he pursed his lips and passed After a few seconds, he said slowly with hesitation: "Do you mind having a light meal together?"

Looking at Mu Xuan who suddenly appeared, Wen Yan put away his phone and raised his darker eyebrows.He stared at Mu Xuan who was standing upright with a half-smile, and said coldly: "You and I don't seem to know each other well enough to eat together, do we?"

As for the characters involved in the plot, Wen Yan definitely would rather avoid them than contact them head-on, especially the five attackers. To put it bluntly, the original owner's death had nothing to do with them.

The originally calm eyes could not help but dim, but frustration is only a temporary thing.He quickly adjusted his mood and showed a half-hearted smile to Mu Xuan: "If there is nothing else, I will leave first."

"I..." Mu Xuan, who really couldn't find a reason to keep the other party behind, was unconsciously dumb for a moment, he opened his mouth to watch Wen Yan's back as he walked further and further away, and finally closed it obediently.

Regardless of the person he met that day, Wen Yan slumped on the chair like a dying salted fish as soon as he entered the private room of the restaurant. Apart from other things, being a star was really not as easy as he had imagined before.

Can you believe it?He changed no less than ten sets of clothes in one morning this morning. I'm afraid that in the past, he would never have thought that he would have such a miserable day.

His dying expression was naturally seen by the assistant.The assistant moved his hands under the dining table, and then smiled at Wen Yan, and arranged Wen Yan's afternoon schedule very considerately.

"After shooting until three o'clock in the afternoon, you can go home and rest."

Three o'clock...Wen Yan accidentally turned on the black screen of his phone, and the 11:30 on the animation background hurt his eyes.

Wen Yan, who was hit again, didn't want to talk to this assistant anymore. He wanted to take advantage of this meal to get to know him better, but now his mind is full of when will he go home?

Really, before he was the president, he was never so tired.

The ordered food was naturally served quickly, Wen Yan's nose couldn't help sniffing, his eyes fixed on the cold almond tofu, he was eager to reach out to take it, but he was caught by the expression before he got it. The indifferent assistant interrupts.

"Young master, you can't eat ice."

Wen Yan has a bad stomach, and Wen Chu expressly forbids icy, spicy and irritating food, but Wen Yan likes to eat cold things, because of his greedy mouth, he has been admitted to this hospital a lot .

Now the gastroenterologist in the hospital is very familiar with Wen Yan, the young master who comes to help from time to time, and can even joke with Wen Yan.

Wen Yan curled his lips at the assistant who said "absolutely not allowed" all over his face, so he had to obediently attack the dishes next to him.

The golden-yellow outer skin is fried just right, and you can hear the sound of cracking in your mouth when you bite it down. The ribs inside are also tender and juicy, and the juice is firmly locked without losing any trace. Simply perfect.

Wen Yan was so shocked by the taste that he couldn't help but open his eyes wide. He finally understood why this restaurant ranked first among the restaurants around.

And it’s not like other Internet celebrity restaurants that need to queue for three or four hours to get in, No.1 is well-deserved.

Wen Yan almost tasted a few mouthfuls of the signature dishes in the store, and his appetite was completely full, but he still stared at the bowl of almond tofu that was not iced, touched his stomach, felt He can still eat it.

Wen Yan, who had successfully stuffed the almond tofu into his stomach, was so full that he didn't even want to walk. He leaned on the back of the chair and stretched out his hand to the assistant who still looked serious: "I don't want to go."

"You still have to take pictures in the afternoon." The assistant's eyes swept across the lower abdomen, which was at least not bulging, and he felt a little more comforted in his heart.

It’s okay, it’s okay, I can’t take pictures without eating.

"Hi...Okay." Forced to survive, Wen Yan had no choice but to separate his body from the chair, unconsciously pinched his neck with fingers that were so sore from looking at the phone for too long, and clicked a few times.

After lunch, everyone naturally returned to work one after another. Shi Yu was holding a cup of warm milk tea in his hand, and when he saw Wen Yan came back, he walked up to Wen Yan and shook the unopened cup at Wen Yan.

"Xiao Yan, do you want to drink?" Originally, he only called him Wen Yan, but suddenly changed his name, Wen Yan's expression was blank for a moment, his eyes were dull for a moment, and then the corners of his lips slowly curled up.

Still with that very distanced look, he shook his head and politely rejected Shi Yu's kindness: "No senior, I'm too full from what I ate just now, I'm afraid I won't be able to drink it."

"...Okay." When Shi Yu heard this answer, his expression was lost for a moment, but he quickly adjusted his mentality, and continued to invite Wen Yan, who was stubborn and stubborn, "I heard that you are inquiring about the plot of "Slag Wind". ?”

Wen Yan took a step back just to avoid Shi Yu's hand stretched out. He slightly lowered his eyelids to cover his emotions, making sure that no one else would know, then looked at Shi Yu with a smile: "Didn't senior say that Zha Feng and Qing Nian Is it about the same? I'm curious and want to try it."

There seemed to be a hint in every word he said, his indifferent eyes just met Shang Shiyu's slightly changed expression, his clear pupils reflected the opponent's lines, and finally he smiled lowly.

"It's just curiosity, senior, don't think too much about it." After Wen Yan said this, he turned and left and walked into the lounge. He sat on a chair and rested with his eyes closed, constantly recalling the content of the novel in his mind.

Pei Jia became famous because of "Green Thoughts", and later participated in a... what's the variety show called?It seems that it was because of this variety show that he was named the acting representative of the new generation.

Afterwards, five big bosses chased him one by one, killing Wen Yan and Wen Chu along the way.

Wen Yan couldn't help biting his lips, he suddenly opened his eyes and saw his face in the mirror, took a deep breath, and there was always an inexplicable uneasiness in his heart.

He always felt... as if he was missing some very important detail.The Wen family's company is so big, and it is one of the three major families, even if it was attacked by the other two families, it shouldn't be so cold so quickly.

Before Wen Yan, who was thinking about the details of the whole book, had time to come up with a reason, the photographers outside started another busy afternoon, calling out the names of the people who were going to shoot to let them get ready early.

In the afternoon, he was not as tired as in the morning. Wen Yan's main job was to make up some photos that he hadn't taken in the morning, but he was sitting in the co-pilot's seat, and his eyes were fixed on the assistant's profile when he turned his head.

The thoughts that had haunted him all afternoon seemed to have found a breakthrough point, his brows were frowned, and it took a long time before he thought about it and said, "How long have you been with me?"

"I've been with the young master for almost six years. What's the matter?" The assistant turned his head at the red light, and his serious eyes met Wen Yan's, a little puzzled.

[The author has something to say: I am hungry when I write...]