After the fake business, the actor wants to become a regular [Transmigration Book]

Fu Xingfeng called Su Ran while Han Ruojin was going to the bathroom.

To put it simply, he wanted to arrange Han Ruojin into Su Ran's old villa.

"..."

Su Ran on the other end of the phone was silent, and he couldn't help feeling flustered.

"Aran, you won't be angry with me, will you?"

"meeting!"

Su Ran's voice was decisive, followed by a series of bombardments.

"No overnight stay!"

"Don't come home late!"

"Eight o'clock at the latest! If it takes more than a minute, I will rush to the old villa and peel off Han Ruojin's skin!"

"Okay, Aran, I will definitely be good..."

Fu Xingfeng wiped off his sweat, and when he saw Han Ruojin coming, he quickly hung up the phone and deleted the chat history.

Pretending to be reliable in front of the trashy ex, but actually secretly contacting the one he loves behind his back, this wonderful and exciting feeling made his heart pound, the hand holding the phone was sweaty, and his mind was full of Su Ran's thoughts shadow.

Even those crazy nights between him and Su Ran.

In the bathroom, on the bed, in front of the desk, by the bay window.

This also includes the day when he was drunk, and he remembered it inexplicably.

"Aran, I'm so tired..."

His voice was hoarse, with a hint of sweet stickiness.

Su Ran pulled his arm and said softly, "Turn around, I want you to look at me."

Su Ran's cheeks and neck were as flushed as he was, and it was extremely conspicuous on that fair skin.

The warm tongue invaded his mouth, Su Ran pinched his earlobe, and gently pushed and crushed the plums on the peach tree.

In an instant, there seemed to be bees flying past his ears and surrounding his skull.

"Buzzing—"

The scalding bee venom was eating away at his brain, no wonder he didn't remember much.

"... Xingfeng? Are you listening to me?"

He suddenly came back to his senses, Han Ruojin looked at him with sullen eyes.

He tapped his head, pretending to be tired: "I've been in the police station for a long time, and I'm very dizzy now. I have something to talk about when I return home."

He lifted up the blanket and curled up, lying down slightly with his back to Han Ruojin.

Han Ruojin's gaze was like a poison, penetrating through the blanket on his body little by little, making his back cold and painful.

When he got off the plane, he felt uncomfortable all over, and he felt that half of his body was stiff.

Han Ruojin saw that Fu Xingfeng looked down, so he immediately made the bed in the villa and persuaded him to rest here for the night.

"No, I'll go back a few minutes late, and Su Ran is going to report me to Fu Jin." Fu Xingfeng said about his husband, but he was happy in his heart. He suppressed the corners of his mouth several times and said in a cold Air-conditioning.

"Why don't I drive you back, I won't go in. Just leave." Han Ruojin held Fu Xingfeng's wrist, feeling anxious.

You can't let him go, in case he reconciles with Su Ran again.

Su Ran, a vixen, will definitely climb into Fu Xingfeng's bed.

No, no, no! ! !

Fu Xingfeng covered it with his hands, and he had just enjoyed the warmth for a moment, when his fingers were severed, and each one caused him severe pain.

Like a sharp knife piercing his heart, like an ice knife scraping his breastbone.

"Need not."

"Senior..."

Fu Xingfeng carefully adjusted the cuffs, erasing all the creases left by him, and at the end he flicked them twice, as if to disperse all his smell.

"Han Ruojin."

"It's Ruolan..."

Fu Xingfeng frowned and didn't meet his eyes: "You just happened to be these few days, so remember it well. If you think of anything, let me know. I will come over."

"I remember now, that Director Sun, he..."

"You tidy it up and talk to me."

After Fu Xingfeng settled Han Ruojin, he hurried home.

Aunt Zhu cooked a table of dishes and waited for him. Although she entered the house at 6:57, Su Ran's eyes were full of resentment.

"The dishes have been reheated four times, and the messages are not answered, and the phone calls are not answered!" Su Ran's deep voice, rolling like Shen Lei, spread far, far away.

He didn't dare to quibble, he changed his shoes lightly, sat down at the dining table with his shoulders shrugged, and was slapped off by Su Ran just as he picked up the chopsticks.

"You let him touch you!"

"No."

"wrist!"

"You know that, Ah Ran is amazing!"

His stinkin' praise didn't make Su Ran spare him, but was twisted hard.

"Go wash your hands! Change your clothes!"

"After so much tossing, the dishes are cold~"

"going or not!"

"Go, go, go~ I'm hungry."

He washed his hands numbly and ran to the bedroom to change clothes.

As soon as the jacket was put on, Su Ran hugged him from behind and stuffed a piece of sweet biscuit into his mouth.

"Is it tasty?"

He was blushed by Su Ran's warm breath, and he held Su Ran's hand and said, "Peach-flavored cakes are delicious. Auntie's cooking skills are really getting better and better."

"I made it."

Su Ran broke his shoulders and rolled the fruit pulp from the corner of his mouth into his mouth.The beauty's eyes were burning, giving him the illusion that he was about to be eaten.

"Go, go eat." He patted the back of Su Ran's hand, "Don't you think my stomach is deflated."

Su Ran lightly scratched his nose: "If you're hungry, go home early. The things outside are not clean, and so are the people outside. Their hearts are dark. Don't go there."

He naturally heard what Su Ran meant, and quickly offered a kiss, sensible and well-behaved: "I won't go tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, let him hang out for a few days. By the way, how did Su Ran know that he touched my wrist? Are you here?" There are cameras installed in the old villa?"

"Since you want to invite him into the urn, I naturally have to prepare more."

"clever!"

Su Ran chuckled at him, her eyes were touching.

***

After dinner, Su Ran suggested that Aunt Zhu should also go to another place to avoid.In case Han Ruojin goes crazy, innocent people will be implicated.

He thought it made sense, so he booked a ticket for Aunt Zhu that night.

Another day wasted at home, and at night watching a movie on the sofa, he and Su Ran received the news.

"Han Ruojin just went out, Jiang has been lost, and his whereabouts are unknown. If he gets here..." Su Ran hugged him worriedly, "I don't want to pretend to quarrel with you, I will feel bad. Especially in front of him face, I just want to kiss you..."

He responded to Su Ran's kiss, pushed Su Ran away when he was about to be out of breath, and comforted him: "You don't have to worry, I can tell him that I'll be there tomorrow. Of course he won't wander around."

"No. Not good. Not allowed."

Su Ran's eyes turned red, and another deep kiss, tossing him upside down.

……

He pinched Su Ran's shoulder and said, "This won't work, I have to go... Jin Ming has already persuaded the proprietress of Bailinmen to check all the accounts of his consumption with Sun Shusheng, but it will take time, and it will be done before next week at the earliest." There is news. Fu Jin is also sending people to investigate. The tip Han Ruojin handed to the police is the same as the multi-digit number of the foreign currency cash deposited by the driver of the earthmoving truck. It should be obtained from the same channel. It will take time to further verify... "

"I also want Ah Xing's time." Su Ran rubbed against him again.

"Don't make trouble. Listen to me. Inoue has been preparing for Han Ruojin's change of nationality. Jin Ming said that it is almost done. If I don't keep him, watch him and let him change his nationality to a foreigner. Think It will be difficult to convict, so I must go there tomorrow, and I don't want to waste all my efforts."

"I don't want to waste all my previous efforts..." Su Ran entangled him like a beast infected with Long Yanxiang.

But he could only grab Su Ran's hair and complain: "...give me some strength..."

The leather of the sofa was scorching hot, he was reluctant to part with this expensive furniture, so he could only scratch on the human skin.

Tomorrow, he thought, he must find a dark, high-necked shirt.

***

After taking a taxi to the door, he lifted his foot and stepped in. He was instantly eroded by the cold air in the old villa, and he couldn't help but take a half step.

"Senior, you are here!"

"Are you comfortable living? If you need anything, tell me, I'll buy it and bring it to you."

"Senior..."

"Now that the epidemic is serious outside, you'd better stay here and don't go out. If you are blocked somewhere and your whereabouts are exposed, I won't be able to protect you well."

Han Ruojin didn't know that Fu Xingfeng wanted to trap him and delay the time for him to change his nationality, but he was still rejoicing that Fu Xingfeng had no more love for him.

"Don't go out, I'll wait for you to come and see me here, just like you lived in my villa and waited for me to come back from the show."

"……Um"

Fu Xingfeng glanced at the delicacies on the table, they were all his favorite dishes, he didn't seem to have much appetite, he wanted to eat the peach pancakes made by Su Ran.

"Senior, why don't you eat it? I remember whitebait custard is your favorite, come and try it." Han Ruojin handed the spoon to his mouth, and he brushed the man's hand away.

His eyes wandered around every corner of the old villa.

Su Ran won't stare so closely.

Even if you see it, you can't count it as a touch just now.

Su Ran can't torment him anymore, his bones are about to fall apart.

Although 0.000001 is just a small number, it adds up!

He doesn't want rounding to be approximately equal to 0 someday.

like that, like that...

... Seems pretty good too?

Surprised by my own thoughts.

Fu Xingfeng broke out in a hot sweat suddenly, and couldn't help but unbuttoned two buttons to fan the wind.

Not much was revealed, but Han Ruojin's eyes were sharp, and he saw the hickey all at once.

It's clearly not here before...

It's Su Ran!

This bitch|man!

Han Ruojin's canthus cracked, and anger rolled in his chest, like a pressure cooker that was about to explode due to too much internal pressure.

He even smelled the unique scent of Verbena on his beloved senior.

The green taste was like poisonous needles, piercing into his heart one by one, spinning and provoking.

He was in so much pain that he couldn't breathe, even his hands and feet started to feel cold, as if there was nothing in his palm, and he lost consciousness.

"Dang" sounded.

The porcelain spoon hit the ground and broke in two.

"I just don't have an appetite, and you don't have to." Fu Xingfeng took out two pieces of paper, bent down to pick them up and threw them into the trash can, "I still have something to do, so I'm leaving first."

"Senior."

"I'll come back tomorrow."

Fu Xingfeng has already said so, and he doesn't have to force him to stay.

I can't force it to stay.

After the people left, Han Ruojin had to eat the food alone. Every mouthful of delicacies from mountains and seas was salty. He missed his senior.

He thought of Fu Xingfeng from the past...

The man who will cook for him at home and wait for him to come back to eat.

It tasted flat and warm even though it was just a runny batter.

Like snow falling all over the sky, getting closer and closer, rushing to hug you.

"Ruolan, you're home."

The phone suddenly turned on, and Han Ruolan hurriedly wiped away tears to look at it.

The flashing headlines instantly stung his heart.

#Su Ran turned to the new anti-Japanese drama of the mentor, and director Fu Xingfeng allocated hundreds of millions of sponsorship. Netizens joked about whether it is a dowry or a bride price? #

Han Ruojin lowered his eyes, picked up his mobile phone and dialed.

"Young master, what are your orders?"

"When will Su Ran's next Anti-Japanese War film start shooting?"

"In three more days."

"You go to the pyrotechnician of their play, and arrange the venue well, so that Su Ran will never return."

"receive."

***

There was a lot of light rain, and a black Maserati drove into the garage outside the solemn and romantic villa.

As soon as Fu Xingfeng got out of the car, there was an extra umbrella on his head. The heroic man put his arms around his shoulders and urged him to go home quickly.

"On these few steps, even if it rains heavily, it won't get wet."

"You are mine now, and only I can."

"Can what?"

Fu Xingfeng frowned, lifted his feet to take off his leather shoes, and hung them on the shoe rack at the door. Su Ran squatted down inexplicably and lifted him up.

"Do you want to know now?"

...?

...!

"I do not want!!"

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