When Huo Zhangchen called, Yan Qiuyu was playing with Yan Xiaoan. The two of them were having fun with each other, but the phone was on mute and they didn't hear it.
Huo Zhangchen didn't sleep well that night.
"Eh..." Yan Xiaoan looked at the script with disgust, and then looked at his master. "Is this thing just kissing me out of nowhere?"
Yan Qiuyu looked at Yan Xiaoan with a strange expression. He often suspected that Yan Xiaoan didn't understand anything, but he also felt that he was overthinking.
"When the plot reaches that point, the atmosphere between the protagonists is in place, and they will naturally want to kiss."
Yan Xiaoan didn't understand, and shuddered. She felt that love, love, and the like were the most incomprehensible, and her stomach rumbled again.
Putting down the script in his hand, Yan Qiuyu stood up resignedly. He was so soft-hearted.
The man wearing home clothes and an apron did have an indescribable sense of beauty. Yan Xiaoan was fascinated by it, and then remembered the plot in the script just now.
The heroine lay down on the bed due to injury. Under the careful care of the hero, the two developed a love affair, and then hugged and kissed naturally...
Thinking back to the food that his master had cooked for him for hundreds of years, Yan Xiaoan suddenly felt that it was a little bit interesting.
He tiptoed to the kitchen, pinched his chin thoughtfully, and thought about what was going on in the script. Then Yan Xiaoan approached and hugged Yan Qiuyu's waist from behind.
Yan Qiuyu didn't expect that Yan Xiaoan would come so suddenly. As soon as he picked up the plate and prepared to serve, he was stunned.
But before he could ask why, Yan Xiaoan retreated quickly, still muttering.
"Oh my God, it's a bit scary. I still can't imagine why I would want to kiss after being together like this for a long time." After Yan Xiaoan finished speaking, he slipped back to the sofa, leaving Yan Qiuyu alone in the messy kitchen.
Everyone in Duhunsi knows that Yan Qiuyu has empathy disorder, but even so, it doesn't mean that he has no emotions. He just can't understand other people's emotions, but he really can't control his own emotions.
Yan Xiaoan here had no idea how big a storm his little move had caused.
[How about I tell you I won’t lie to you. ]
Yan Xiaoan sorted out the photos he took on the set and sent them to the group. There were only a few people in this group. Usually when everyone had nothing to do, they would play games together, and the most they would do was gossip.
[Xiao An, I love you so much. ]
[Fuck me if you love me, don’t you love Pu Yanhong? Don’t touch me, you are a realistic woman. ]
[What, don’t say you don’t like it, I think these angles you took are so handsome. ]
Yan Xiaoan is not as nymphomaniac as them, after all, he faces his master's handsome face every day.
[Handsome? Just so-so. ] Yan Xiaoan was not lying.
[Isn’t this handsome? He can sing, dance, and now he can act, so he can do it all. ]
[Then I am different. I prefer Mr. Yan. Sister Gargamel sent a message and immediately rushed out the other two people.
[Hi, Mr. Yan, I like it too. Sister Huan'er also echoed.
Of course Yan Xiaoan knew that there were many people who liked his master, but just hearing them say that made him feel as if there was something wrong with him.
He glanced towards the kitchen, then took out Pu Yanhong's photo and compared it. They were indeed handsome in their own way, but Yan Xiaoan couldn't say anything about his master without conscience.
Yan Qiuyu is indeed the kind of person who becomes more interesting the more he looks at him. Yan Xiaoan began to recall over the years, whether he had any ideas because he thought his master was good-looking.
But after thinking about it, I felt that if I really had any ideas, I would be bold.
When Yan Xiaoan looked at him just now, Yan Qiuyu had already noticed that the meal had been prepared. When he looked at Yan Xiaoan this time, he found that she was dazed on the sofa with her mobile phone.
When he walked over, he realized that Yan Xiaoan was distracted looking at the photos on his phone.
His face, which wasn't very good just now, turned even darker now.
"Do you like Park Yanhong?" The illusion that the cabbage is about to be fucked has reached its peak again.
Hearing a familiar voice, Yan Xiaoan came back to reality, "What?"
Yan Qiuyu looked at her phone, "Isn't that Park Yanhong?"
It's hard to say whether he has a good impression of this person, Yan Qiuyu, and he behaves well in acting, good or bad. He is very busy and often travels between places, so except for necessary contacts, he rarely talks to him.
"He's okay, he looks okay." Yan Xiaoan just said casually, but when Yan Qiuyu heard it, he had another meaning.
"The food is ready, let's eat."
After returning to the dining table and turning on his mobile phone, Yan Qiuyu saw Huo Zhangchen's missed call. He looked at the time again and saw that it was almost early in the morning, so he did not go back to disturb him.
"Master, you are filming with this Park Yanhong. How is he like him?"
Because the group kept talking about this person, Yan Xiaoan asked casually.
Yan Qiuyu gave her a chopstick of food with an expressionless face, "Not bad, he is a good person among his peers."
"That's it, that's okay."
"Why is it okay?"
"Oh, I forgot to mention, didn't I meet a few sisters while playing games? They talked about this person in the group, so I casually mentioned that I was on the set, took some photos to them and sent them. "
"that's all?"
"That's all. They keep saying how handsome this man is and how much they like him in front of me all day long. I just want to do a favor. It shouldn't affect your filming."
"No." Yan Qiuyu answered a little stiffly.
He felt that he really shouldn't speculate on Yan Xiaoan's inner thoughts. If Yan Xiaoan really had thoughts, she should have shown them when those people were making noises in the Duhun Division, instead of Like now, I only take pictures because others like it.
"That's good."
"But I think you look better, Master. Without that white beard, I feel even better."
If Yan Qiuyu was not manipulated by Yan Xiaoan, just a simple sentence could make Yan Qiuyu happy.
"If you know someone who wants a signed photo of Park Yanhong, I can help you." After his apprentice had no thoughts about others, all he wanted to do was make his apprentice happy.
"Is this okay too?"
Although Yan Qiuyu and Park Yanhong are not from the same agency, they are seniors anyway. If he asks for it, the other party will not refuse. "Well, I'll ask you when I have a scene with him next time."
"Thank you, master." Yan Xiaoan was also very polite. While thanking him, he didn't forget to give his master a kiss on the cheek.
