This star is from the earth

Last time on New Year's Eve, Zhang Yaohui left a deep impression on Han Jue.

Zhang Yaohui is elegant, calm, beautiful, aggressive, and successful in his career... Almost meets all of Han Jue's definitions of a successful man. Of course, what impressed me the most was Zhang Yaohui's eyes that glanced at him intentionally or unintentionally.

If he meets such a "dominant president" on weekdays, Han Jue can still be neither humble nor overbearing. But at that time, Han Jue, who was being held by Zhang Yiman's arm and close to his body, couldn't be calm in front of the girl and her father, so he was looked at with trepidation. After it was over, I thought I was going to be banned, but fortunately it was a false alarm.

Just when Han Jue thought that night was the only intersection with Zhang Yaohui, he didn't expect that there would be such a link in the program group.

If he had learned about the process of "Let's Fall in Love" before the revision, he wouldn't be suddenly frightened. This is the loss of being lazy.

"We'll see each other sooner or later." After Zhang Yiman finished speaking, he felt that the sentence was ambiguous, and explained in a panic, "[Meeting the parents] is a regular part of our program. I went through this link. This time, my father just came to New York, and he was going to have a meal with me. After the director found out, he said, why not come earlier for [Meet the Parents].”

"Ah..." Han Jue replied weakly.

Suddenly hearing that he was going to meet his parents, Han Jue couldn't tell what mood he was in.

My current mood, um... a little flustered, a little nervous, a little... like a thief who was caught carrying other people's property.

In short, he couldn't be calm anymore.

"It's almost noon now, and we have an afternoon to pick gifts, uncle, get up, let's go now!" Zhang Yiman raised his hand to look at the watch on his wrist, stood up after speaking, and dragged Han Jue's hand wanted to pull him up.

Of course it cannot be pulled.

"Wait a minute! I have something to tell you." Han Jue said.

Zhang Yiman relaxed his vigilance, Han Jue took the opportunity to withdraw his arm, squirmed on the sofa, turned around and lay down on the sofa. Facing the sofa back chair.

Under the effect of gravity, his cheeks were pressed against the armrest of the sofa and deformed. Han Jue said inarticulately, "Actually, I have a disease that will kill me if I am not at home at six o'clock in the evening."

Zhang Yiman couldn't laugh or cry.

She was probably delighted, and if the uncle had no feelings for her, then there was no need to be nervous about it.

"Need to go?" Han Jue muffled.

"Of course. I've agreed with my father, I'll take you to see him~" Zhang Yiman squatted on the edge of the sofa, patted Han Jue's hand and said.

"...Okay," Han Jue probably wanted to understand that this matter cannot be avoided, so he could only accept it. But for things that I don’t like, it’s okay to delay for a while, “Let’s go later, let me prepare, about two hours is enough. I don’t have much energy right now, and I need to sleep to refresh myself.”

"snort."

She thought he was shy.

"Charge you up!"

Zhang Yiman threw herself on Han Jue's back.

"Uh..." Han Jue groaned unexpectedly, his squinted eyes widened suddenly, startled by this operation and unfolding.

Zhang Yiman placed her chin precisely on Han Jue's shoulder, looked at Han Jue who was close at hand like a kitten, exhaled like blue, her slightly rapid breathing seemed to be all on Han Jue's face, and her hair fell on Han Jue's face. The neck and face made Han Jue stiffen immediately. He took a deep breath, but felt that the oxygen content in his body dropped sharply.

And when the familiar fragrance invaded Han Jue's nasal cavity, Han Jue fell into the chaos of consciousness almost as quickly as a conditioned reflex.

Different from the previous hug in the amusement park, this time the physical contact is still the same person, but the state of mind is no longer the state of mind at that time. Both of them took off their coats at this time, without the hindrance of the down jacket, Han Jue could only feel the light warmth behind his back, which almost made him breathless, even if he had all kinds of wit, they were all useless at this moment.

"What are you doing..." Han Jue couldn't move his eyeballs, and the corner of his vision was wine red. His throat was extremely dry, and he rarely asked a question that would have been criticized as nonsense by him before.

What Zhang Yiman was doing was obvious.

"I'm charging you..." Zhang Yiman was also shy, lying on Han Jue's back, her face was bright red but she tried her best to look serious. Take a deep breath and feel content. Since she hugged Han Jue last time, she has been greedy for the smell of Han Jue.

In fact, she herself was also confused. Just now when she saw Han Jue lying on her stomach like a child and refused to get up, she had an urge to hug this shy uncle.

As soon as God came back, he had already acted...

This is the result of the so-called body moving faster than the brain.

【It's so embarrassing! Zhang Xiaoman! 】Zhang Yiman bit her lip.

【What if the uncle thinks that I am a strange person...】

【Do you think I'm frivolous...】

In order to prevent Han Jue from thinking that she was a frivolous weirdo, Zhang Yiman was racking his brains at this moment to think of reasons, and tried his best to rationalize his behavior.

For example, that's how it's played on TV. When the hero is tired, a hug from the heroine can cheer him up. Then she should try it too.

By the way, the director also said that they should be more like a couple. How can a normal couple worry about this and that when hugging?

Also, other couples have already hugged each other hundreds of times, and theirs is the slowest progress. Anyway, the last time I hugged in the amusement park, it doesn't matter if I hug again...

Ten centimeters away from Han Jue's ear, she said softly, "Well...encourage you, cheer you up. After watching this on TV, it's very effective."

Zhang Yiman's tone was waxy, as if it could stick to a person's heart.

Sound is an intangible asset that should be carefully developed but is often overlooked. There is no doubt that Zhang Yiman is a rich man who has developed his voice to the extreme. Han Jue has become more and more demanding on the sound since he came into contact with music. And Zhang Yiman's voice fell in his ears, as if he was massaging his ears and soul.

"Don't just learn TV." Han Jue didn't dare to turn his head. It felt like my upturned ear was going to burn.

"Ah? Doesn't it work?" Zhang Yiman's jaw moved as he spoke, which made Han Jue feel his shoulders itch.

"...Whether it works or not, it cannot be imitated casually."

"I want uncle not to be afraid~ my father is not scary at all!"

next door. Zhou Bo's room.

"Boom!" "Patta!" "Hiss~" "Ah!"

Various voices sounded one after another.

Zhou Bo took a deep breath and burst the disposable paper cup in his hand.

Director Wang exclaimed like a girl, covered his mouth, and opened his eyes with almost all his strength to look at the two people on the screen.

The screenwriters shook their bodies excitedly, breathed heavily, and twisted their shoulders, just wanting to curl themselves up.

Guan Yi immediately went to see Sister Qin, but Sister Qin exhaled weakly and rubbed her cheeks with two fists.

She felt that the silly girl's mind was wild, and she nodded her head quickly when she told her, and then she turned her head away after a while, anyway, she couldn't control it anymore, so let her father take care of this girl.

"Is there any effect?" Zhang Yiman questioned Han Jue, biting her lips, looking at Han Jue with charming eyes at this moment.

"I'm not afraid, you... go down quickly." Han Jue propped up a little, trying to shake Zhang Yiman off.

"Then have you become a little stronger?" Zhang Yiman fixed his body, unrelenting, and well versed in the tactics of the enemy retreating and advancing. Very naughty.

"You go first."

Seeing Han Jue's shyness, Zhang Yiman seemed to have turned on some switch, and instead became bolder, swaying on Han Jue's back: "Is there any?"

Han Jue was so panicked that he almost got up and sat down, and quickly stopped him: "...Yes, yes. Get down quickly."

"Then shall we go out to buy gifts now?" Zhang Yiman asked.

"Okay, let's go now." Han Jue will probably agree no matter what Zhang Yiman asks now.

Zhang Yiman wrinkled his nose triumphantly, supported Han Jue's back triumphantly, and sat up.

Han Jue felt Wen Nuan leaving, and his back lightened, so he didn't dare to lie on his stomach anymore, and immediately sat up straight.

"Hey." Zhang Yiman smirked at Han Jue.

Han Jue was helpless, and didn't know what to say about her.

In the end, Han Jue just pretended to look at Kong Ruye's wrist, and said, "It's time for lunch, what do you want for lunch?"

"I want to be crazy... I want to eat meat!" Zhang Yiman almost slipped his mouth.