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

It was already afternoon when I woke up.Wen Yan rubbed the corners of his eyes, and a thunderbolt suddenly flashed through his drowsy mind, completely waking him up, but although his mind was clear, his body still couldn't keep up.

Yawning, he staggered towards the door, thinking that Sheng Fan, a busy man, should have already left, after all, the other party's dates came one after another.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he walked into the living room, he saw the other party who had unbuttoned three buttons and was seriously working. His heart was inexplicably sentimental, and he lowered his head just to avoid Sheng Fan's gaze.

"Are you awake?" While processing the last few documents, Sheng Fan patted the seat next to him and signaled Wen Yan to sit over.

Wen Yan struggled for three seconds and walked over obediently, but instead of sitting next to him, he sat diagonally far away from him. His body was curled up into a ball softer than a cat, only his hands were exposed and his eyes were full. Misty eyes.

"Hmm. Are you busy?" Yawning again, Wen Yan wiped away the physiological saline overflowing from the corner of his eyes, and inadvertently touched the place where he was beaten with his fingers, and was slightly taken aback.

The crystal-clear pupils could see himself clearly through the clean glass. Wen Yan didn't expect that the ice compress would have such a powerful effect. It was about to swell into a pig's head, but now there was only a little red mark left.

"It's okay, what do you want for dinner? I'll ask my assistant to bring it here for you?" Sheng Fan didn't seem to care about Wen Yan's indifference towards him at all. He closed the page after processing the file, and suddenly thought of something to open in his mind. He doesn't like Weibo very much.

Looking at Wen Yan, who has been trending again, clicked in, and saw Yan Mo's statement at first glance and his desire to get back together later.

Sheng Fan, who was sullen and even felt very aggrieved, raised his head and met Wen Yan's eyes. Wen Yan raised his eyebrows and didn't guess what happened. Just as he was about to ask, Sheng Fan couldn't help but speak first.

"Will you reunite with Yan Mo?"

This is actually a disguised question to ask yourself if you still have a chance.

Wen Yan hesitated to speak and paused for a while. He stared at the poor Sheng Fan, and then thought about Yan Mo, who looked so cold when he looked at him. He always felt like he didn't know how to answer.

"Actually, even if I don't get back together, your chances are not great." Seeing Sheng Fan's increasingly frustrated expression, Wen Yan took a breath, but he was still a very principled person.

Since it is impossible, then don't let others have hope, lest the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment, and it will be bad to have some mental illness in the end.

"I don't like Sheng Fan, your type."

Sheng Fan's brows were completely knotted, and his eyes, which were wider than sea water, were full of love, but in the next second, he calmed down and looked downcast, with a calm expression: "Then which type do you like? "

What he said was particularly ambiguous, as if he was unwilling to give up, or as if a friend was asking the other half what kind of other half he wanted to find.

Speechless for a while, Wen Yan straightened his already relaxed back, his beautiful eyes could only stare straight at Sheng Fan who seemed to have nothing wrong with him, and finally lost to the other party.

"The type you like is not something you say casually, it's probably the kind of feeling when you see each other at first glance, you know we must be a natural couple."

In order to take good care of Sheng Fan's weak and fragile heart, Wen Yan said that he really tried his best, and in order to make his words sound more authentic, he even dragged out Yan Mo, a big boss, to whip his corpse.

He silently apologized to Yan Mo from the bottom of his heart, and then Wen Yan looked at him very righteously, as if he was telling the truth.

Sheng Fan unconsciously felt a little funny, he naturally saw the words that Wen Yan racked his brains to make him die, and even took most of the faults on himself in order to save his face .

A smile flashed across his eyes, and Sheng Fan took a few steps forward. His whole body was like a towering giant mountain, standing in front of Wen Yan. Seeing Wen Yan's hard work, his heart felt slightly astringent.

But after all, both of them are human beings, and Sheng Fan really won't chase Wen Yan like that kind of pervert. He bent down and put his strong arms around Wen Yan's shoulders gently, feeling the softness in his arms. Body and its own light fragrance.

"Okay, we'll be friends from now on." Sheng Fan thought he could say these words without any scruples, but he felt a bit of bitterness in his heart when he said it.

The deep eyes brought Wen Yan's neck back to the bottom of his heart little by little, like a devout believer portraying the god he most believes in.Thin lips fell a light kiss without the slightest lust on the sensitive side of the neck, Sheng Fan was like a deflated ball: "Wen Yan, you can't reject me all of this, right?"

"Of course not." It was rare for Wen Yan not to push Sheng Fan away, and he patted Sheng Fan on the shoulder to express his comfort.

Things like feelings really cannot be forced, and generally speaking, those who are forced will not have any good results.

He understood this truth, and Sheng Fan naturally understood it.Sheng Fan quickly adjusted his emotions, he sat back to the position he had just now, his long legs curled up into Erlang's legs, this dude's appearance was exactly the same as Wen Yan's.

"So what do you want to eat?"

"You have a good attitude." Wen Yan didn't know how to reply to the shameless Sheng Fan. He picked up his phone and clicked on Weibo, and saw his name was listed on the trending search again.

How many times has he been trending this month?Is Pei Jia so rich?How could he still persist in smashing him?Wen Yan wanted to say that since it was all spent on him, why couldn't it be given to him directly?

If you give it directly, he can still buy a house.

Thinking secretly about his savings, Wen Yan realized that he was still far from the big apartment he had set his eyes on.The dazed hair that was still standing tall fell down instantly, but the next second Wen Yan suddenly remembered that he still had something to do tonight.

After frantically turning on the computer that he had left on the desktop for an untold amount of time, Wen Yan turned his head in the blink of an eye and saw Sheng Fan's aggrieved look.

"Sheng Fan, why don't I treat you to dinner another day? I really don't have time today."

"Then what are you waiting for?" Sheng Fan avoided answering the previous question. After all, according to Wen Yan's current living habits, he didn't like anyone yet.

Otherwise, I wouldn't be fully immersed in filming and games.

"I'll just order a takeaway." Wen Yan clicked his fingers while typing on the computer, and Wen Yan managed to squeeze into the review room of the pigeon team at the last second.

As soon as you enter, you can hear the big giant who has started to complain about the evil cake.

"What about Han Miao? Why hasn't he come yet?"

"Here we come." Wen Yan quickly replied to the other party, and casually said, "Hello everyone, Deputy Judge Han Miao."

The live broadcast room quickly swiped a large piece of "Long time no see", Wen Yan felt a little sour watching it.

But before he could sort out his emotions, the real boss, today's presiding judge——Yan Yun spoke up.

"Start the assessment."

Wen Yan who quickly got into the mood naturally ignored Sheng Fan who was hesitant to speak.Sheng Fan sat quietly next to Wen Yan, staring at his side face, his eyes were so hot that people couldn't help but want to avoid them.

But he seemed to be aware of his gaze, and turned his head to look outside at the dark cloud-covered sky, pursing his thin lips slightly.

Is it going to rain?

The cat stooped to a place where it would not disturb Wen Yan, and told the assistant to be careful and hurry up on the way.If Sheng Fan remembered correctly, Wen Yan seemed to have stomach problems.

His heart hurt even more, he looked at Wen Yan who couldn't take good care of him at all, and sighed helplessly, forgetting these days, he should be a good person, lest this one be in so much pain that he would rather die.

Sheng Fan, who managed to find a good reason for himself and claimed to be a friend, had no fear.

As for Wen Yan, who has been brainwashed by all kinds of magic sounds, he no longer wants to live in this world.He opened the small window of today's review, and his face was very indescribable.

I'm hungry again: what's going on today?

Eat, eat, eat and get fat to death: Don't talk about you, I want to know too.But it seems that there are thirty or forty more in the future, so I don’t want to ask for more, just give me two.

Wen Yan didn't figure out what was going on. You must know that in the previous pigeon review, although it can't be said that there were many people who came to participate, at least the quality was guaranteed.

This time there are too many people, but the quality has dropped too much.

So when the sound was better, Wen Yan's eyes lit up instantly, if not for seeing the real person, he would have rushed to hug this talent who might have passed the trial.

"Hi everyone, I'm Xiao Baozi."

The male voice on the opposite side sounded like a subwoofer, and with the name Xiao Baozi, it was somehow a little more funny.

Wen Yan didn't even know that his eyes were stained with a smile. He listened to the other party's really good singing, discussed with Yan Yun, and asked the cake to temporarily record the person's name in the small book.

However, a dark color flashed across Wen Yan's eyes, and he didn't know if it was his illusion. He always felt that the voice was very familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before.

After thinking for a few minutes and still not being able to come up with a reason, Wen Yan decided to give up such a difficult question, his brain is not working well, so he admit defeat.

Only halfway through the review, Wen Yan, who was originally in high spirits, completely turned into a yellowish cabbage. He covered his mouth and yawned, and continued to casually listen to the singing that had nothing to highlight.

There are very few talents who meet their requirements.

In desperation, Wen Yan quietly boarded his trumpet and expressed his confusion.

[Han Miao V: So what's going on?Why are there so many people, but so few powerful ones?cat cat doubts.jpg]

As soon as this question came out, Wen Yan immediately received all kinds of answers. Excluding any aliens, ufos, etc., the answer was an open mind. Wen Yan felt that he had really found the reason.

As for the blame, it was probably him and Lin Qi.

The two interacted so much on Weibo daily that they accidentally made each other's fans eager to try. As for why there are no fans of him.Wen Yan is straightforward, he is just a 38-line actor, how can he get fans.

Wen Yan, who found the reason, was planning to trick Lin Qi, but before he clicked on the other party's dialog box, his nose suddenly smelled a smell of food, which made people drool.

Wen Yan quickly turned his head, only to see Sheng Fan carrying two big bags of food, and placing them on the table one by one, looking at the dishes inside, Wen Yan could imagine with his ass that they must be five-star products.

"Eat." Sheng Fan forcefully pulled him away from the computer, prepared a bowl of rice for Wen Yan and stuffed it into the other's hand, "No matter what you do, eating is the most important thing."