After Lan Ning touched Yan Ruyu's lips, he quickly backed away. The room was a little quiet, Yan Ruyu's tongue lightly brushed the corner of his lips, he looked down at Lan Ning and said, "Is that so?"
It was the first time Lanning took the initiative to kiss him, so she was a little shy. She blushed slightly, and glared at Yan Ruyu as if she had strengthened her momentum: "Otherwise, what else do you want?"
"At least that's the case." Yan Ruyu stepped forward, put his arms around her waist lightly, bowed his head and kissed her lips again.
His movements were very light and slow, as if he was savoring a delicacy carefully, but after a long time, Lan Ning still felt a little overwhelmed—especially when Yan Ruyu's tongue carelessly entangled him, Lan Ning's heart trembled .
This was the first time she had kissed someone deeply, and she could only instinctively try to respond to him. She didn't know whether Yan Ruyu's skills were good, after all, she didn't have anyone to compare with, but under the guidance of Yan Ruyu, she gradually relaxed and carefully experienced the kiss.
A "ding" from the microwave oven broke the slightly charming atmosphere in the room. Yan Ruyu slowly let go of Lanning's lips, his eyes were deeper than ever.
Lanning was panting low, as if he had just finished a long run.
Yan Ruyu's expression didn't change much, but his expression was a little dissatisfied: "What are you doing holding my hand?"
Lan Ning said: "Of course I'm afraid that your hands will touch everywhere."
Confucianism: "..."
"Well, the awareness of self-protection is still in place, but it can be slowly unloaded in front of me." He can only give this evaluation.
Seeing him walking out of the kitchen, Lanning took out the heated food from the microwave and followed him out.
After setting the plates on the table, she looked at a pair of glasses on the table as if she had discovered a new world: "Hey, do you still wear glasses?"
She picked up Yan Ruyu's rimless glasses beside the computer, and looked at them curiously.
"Yeah." Yan Ruyu rubbed the center of his brows, picked up a rice cake with his chopsticks, "I've been facing the computer for the past few days, and my eyes can't stand it, so I changed the frame of the eyes."
"Oh, it turns out that you have been wearing contact lenses. I thought your eyesight was very good."
Yan Ruyu glanced at her sideways: "When I first met you, I knew you were wearing contact lenses."
Lanning: "..."
How can this be seen? Are you really not bragging? :)
Without arguing with him on this issue, Lanning played with the glasses in his hand with great interest: "I haven't seen you wearing glasses yet, let me see if you put them on."
Yan Ruyu put down his chopsticks, took the glasses in her hand, and placed them on the bridge of his nose: "Are you satisfied?"
"Wow." This kind of Confucianism made her feel a little novel. She looked him up, down, left, and right, nodded and said, "That's right, he looks more like a gentle scum."
Confucianism: "..."
He didn't take off his glasses and continued eating with them on.
Lan Ning didn't bring many dishes. She originally saved these to take to the company for lunch the next day. Now that she has been wiped out by Yan Ruyu, she can only go downstairs to buy lunch tomorrow at noon.
Yan Ruyu seemed to be more refreshed after eating, Lan Ning packed the lunch box on the table and prepared to take it back for washing.
"You put it here, I'll wash it later."
Lan Ning raised his eyebrows, and said happily, "Oh, then I'll trouble you, and I'll pick it up tomorrow night."
"Well, I'll cook tomorrow night, you can come here to eat."
Lan Ning remembered that there was a press conference for "The Actor" tomorrow, so he confirmed with him worriedly: "Are you free tomorrow? The press conference should be quite eventful, right?"
When it comes to the press conference, Yan Ruyu is a little annoyed: "The press conference will be held in the morning, everyone should have a meal together at noon, and I will be back in the afternoon."
Lan Ning said thoughtfully: "So, you can see Mo Tianwang tomorrow!"
Her expression suddenly became agitated, and she even raised her voice a notch.
Yan Ruyu looked at her and smiled slightly: "So?"
"So? Now that I can see Mo Tianwang, what more do you want!" Lan Ning was really excited, this was probably the closest she was to Mo Zhen in her life, "Can you help me ask him for a signature?"
"No." Yan Ruyu refused quite simply.
Lanning: "..."
She clicked her tongue, and her enthusiasm instantly extinguished a lot: "I can't let it go." At worst, the next time she signed a photo and signed an album, she should hurry up.
"It's getting late, I'm going back first."
She stood up from the sofa and planned to go outside. Yan Ruyu pulled her wrist, looked up at her: "Do you need me to see you?"
Lan Ning twitched the corner of his mouth: "It's so close, what can I give away..."
"You also said that it's getting late, so I'd better take you there." He also stood up from the sofa, took Lan Ning's hand and went out.
The apartment building where he lives is not far from the apartment building where Lanning lives, and they can walk in a few minutes. When the two were standing downstairs, Lan Ning looked at him amusedly: "Is this a post-meal digestion exercise?"
Yan Ruyu was silent for a while, and looked at her with the corners of his mouth slightly pursed: "I've been changing the script for the past few days, and I didn't think I missed you that much, but when I really saw you today, I realized how much I wanted to see you." .”
Lanning: "..."
The teacher's love talk skill is activated as soon as it is activated, it is impossible to guard against.
She raised her head and looked at him with bright black eyes: "Teacher, do you want me to say that I miss you too?"
"... Then do you miss me?"
"you guess."
"Think about it, otherwise you wouldn't be so active in running over to deliver food."
Lan Ning pursed her lips and smiled: "Okay, I'll make it up to you, I think about it."
Yan Ruyu also laughed, the corners of his mouth suddenly curled up, as if lighting up the entire night sky.
Lanning shook off his hand and quickly ran into the apartment.
When I went to work the next day, everyone was excitedly discussing the film conference that will be held today. Lanning also checked Weibo from time to time to pay attention to the latest progress of the press conference.
At the press conference, Yan Ruyu, who was wearing a dark suit, was stopped by the person in charge of the film and television department: "Teacher..."
The other party hesitated to speak, Yan Ruyu frowned slightly and looked at him: "What's wrong?"
"Well... can you take off the mask..." the person in charge asked this sentence with some difficulty. Teacher Xing Xin has never exposed his own photos, he knows this, and he respects his privacy, but, but... how can anyone come to a film conference and still wear a mask! Especially when he looked at the tailoring, he knew it was a custom-made high-end suit with a big mask...
It's really against harmony and looks like a pervert, okay
After Yan Ruyu heard his words, he frowned slightly: "Then isn't my face exposed?"
...I just want you to show your face!
The person in charge used his excellent professionalism to apologize with difficulty and said with a smile: "I thought that the teacher agreed to come to the press conference, so he was ready to be seen by everyone."
Yan Ruyu looked at him in surprise: "How did you come to this conclusion? I only agreed to participate because I really couldn't refuse."
principal:"… "
Writers have little quirks, especially famous ones, and he understands that.
However, today, no matter what, the teacher cannot be allowed to wear a mask on stage! In this case, tomorrow's headline will definitely not be the press conference, but the mask on Teacher Xingxin's face!
"Teacher, some authors don't want to show their true colors because they are really unsatisfactory. They are afraid that their readers will be disillusioned. But teacher, you are not inferior to male stars. Why do you still refuse to show your true colors?"
Yan Ruyu said: "I'm just afraid that I'm too handsome. They will pay attention to my face instead of my works."
principal:"… "
It seems to be... quite reasonable.
He smiled dryly and said: "Teacher, I think your work is not inferior to your face, and your worries are really unnecessary."
The person in charge pulled him and talked earnestly for five minutes, determined to make him take off the mask. Yan Ruyu spent so long with him, and his patience was a bit exhausted. He stepped aside, took out his mobile phone and called Lan Ning.
Lanning was reading the manuscript at the moment, when he heard the phone ringing, he only glanced at it hastily.
The three characters Yan Goudan blinded her eyes.
Since Yan Ruyu was given this name, she can have a good time every time she answers his call.
She picked up the phone with a little smile on her lips: "Teacher, what's the matter? Shouldn't you be at the press conference right now?"
"Yeah." Yan Ruyu's voice came through the mask muffledly, "The press conference is about to start, but the person in charge insisted that I take off the mask."
Lanning: "..."
After digesting for a while, she sorted out the ins and outs of the story from this short sentence: "You mean you are going to wear a mask to attend the press conference?"
"Um."
"... do you really want to be considered mentally ill?"
"Why is it mentally ill to wear a mask? Before, some authors wore masks to participate in the book signing."
"...Can the signing event be the same as the film conference? This will be broadcast nationwide!"
Yan Ruyu pursed his lips slightly, and his voice seemed to be tense: "If I take off the mask, won't the whole country know what I look like? How can I go out in the future?"
Lan Ning raised his eyebrows, and comforted him: "Teacher, you think too much, audiences all over the country are paying attention to Mo Zhen, and not many people will pay attention to you."
Confucianism: "..."
He hung up the phone with a snap.
I don't know if it's too late to notify the film and television company to change the male lead.
Before taking the stage, he still took off the mask. In the seat arranged by the organizer, he was sitting next to Mo Zhen, and the director and producer were on the other side.
From the moment he came on stage, the lights in the audience flickered non-stop, especially when Yan Ruyu sat down in front of the crystal sign with "Xingxin" written on it, the reporters on the scene burst out with a little exclamation.
The shutter sound was more urgent than before, and the flash came like a storm.
Mo Zhen had long been used to this level of baptism, and sat on the seat with his usual expression, Yan Confucianism felt a little uncomfortable, not to mention that he was about to be unable to open his eyes, he felt that he was about to be vomited.
After the organizer made a simple opening and explanation, the reporters on the scene couldn't wait to start asking questions.
The first reporter to ask a question pointed at Yan Ruyu: "May I ask if you are really Teacher Xingxin himself?"
Yan Ruyu looked at him in amazement: "That's right, why didn't I expect Zhang to have a substitute to participate for me."
The reporters in the audience burst out laughing, and the reporter continued to ask, "Teacher, you look so good, have you ever thought about changing careers in the entertainment industry? Or appearing in your own movie as a cameo?"
Yan Ruyu frowned and said, "Why do you keep asking me questions? Shouldn't your attention be on Mo Zhen? My editor told me so."