I Have a “System” Halo

Chapter 43: I have a sticky aura

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Mo Fan didn't want to meddle in other people's business. The worse Xiang Jing was, the more benefits he had. What's more, the current situation was caused by Mo Fan.

After the class was over, the director suddenly proposed to treat guests to dinner, and everyone was not surprised, and readily agreed. During filming on weekdays, if you are too busy or work hard, the director will treat everyone to dinner or supper. Although it is not in these two situations today, it is not surprising that there are precedents.

But it is worth mentioning that Mo Fan actually agreed. Called Lu Mingyuan to explain, the other party's voice contained disapproval, but Mo Fan ignored it, and took his manager and assistant into his car.

Everyone else went towards their destination in twos and threes, only Mo Fan had one car, but no one came forward to ask for a ride.

The director was a little enthusiastic about Xiang Jing today, and personally invited him to the car. Xiang Jing was a little flattered, thinking that the other party was apologizing to him for his behavior during the day, and he was a little complacent.

Sure enough, he was unique, and those cold receptions were just tests given to him by God.

The director was tired of the undisguised expression on Xiang Jing's face, but his face was full of smiles. Thinking of someone's explanation to him, the director suppressed his dissatisfaction and politely let people get into his car.

If Mo Fan knew what Xiang Jing was thinking, he might be worried about the brain of this time traveler. After experiencing two worlds, it was the first time he saw such a self-centered person. Presumably, this is the so-called Jack Su? This is not Mary Sue's world.

Lu Mingyuan was worried, so he called his manager and told his manager a few words. After thinking about it, he called someone to wait outside Mo Fan's eating place, just in case.

There were quite a lot of people on the crew, and there were three tables directly in the box assigned by the director, one for ordinary staff, one for young actors, and the other for the director and some actors who played more roles in the film.

Mo Fan didn't go to the director's table, and took the initiative to sit with the manager's assistant at the young actor's table, which made those people can't help but speak. To everyone's surprise, the director brought Xiang Jing to his table. Everyone immediately figured it out, Mo Fan didn't want to meet certain people if he didn't sit at the director's table.

However, Mo Fan will come to the dinner party, which is beyond everyone's expectations, and their sense of restraint can be seen in their actions.

Halfway through the meal, someone came in again. Wearing a brand-name suit and watch, short stature, a beer belly, and a slightly fat body, you can tell that this is an upstart. The director introduced one by one in front of the tablemates. Mo Fan was looking at that direction with half-closed eyes.

This is the person who got the original owner in the original plot, and forced the original owner into a corner. Now, all this will be returned to the initiator, Xiang Jing.

During the joke, the man paused when he saw Mo Fan, turned his head and seemed to be talking to the director, and at the same time stared at Mo Fan with a salivating gaze.

Mo Fan's eyes were flat, and he turned his head coldly.

The director broke out in a cold sweat, and he didn't care to hide it. He explained in a voice that only the two of them could hear. The fat on his beer belly trembled in shock. He withdrew his salivating gaze and didn't dare to look at Mo Fan again.

Xiang Jing didn't realize the other party's purpose at all. Although the other party's appearance was unattractive, Xiang Jing was a little flustered by the other party's appreciative tone. He drank the drinks handed over by the other party one by one, and didn't notice the director's sneering eyes.

The director didn't mean to harm Xiang Jing, but how could he, a small director, fight against his boss? Although this is just a nouveau riche, but he is rich, in this circle, the rich is the uncle.

Thinking of Xiang Jing's usual high-minded appearance, but as soon as someone flattered him, he changed his appearance, and the director's disdain deepened.

Xiang Jing really didn't see that the other party had other thoughts about him. First, Xiang Jing himself is a virgin with no experience in love, so he is not really gay. Second, Xiang Jing takes it for granted that the other party appreciates him, and ignores the evil light in that person's eyes.

Xiang Jing doesn't hold a lot of alcohol, and after a few glasses of beer mixed with other things, he feels slightly dizzy. Seeing that the matter was a foregone conclusion, Mo Fan quietly exited the private room.

"Mo Shao, where are you today?"

Mo Fan hadn't eaten since he entered the private room, and the manager who said he was here for dinner didn't believe it. But if not for food, then for what purpose. Throughout the whole process, Mo Fan didn't make any big movements, just sat quietly in his seat... in a daze

The manager knew that Mo Fan didn't like this kind of occasion. Although he knew that this was not something he should ask, he couldn't hold back his curiosity, thinking that it wasn't something confidential, so he couldn't help but open his mouth.

"It's a good show." Mo Fan smiled meaningfully, and the manager was stunned.

It's just that a scene is worth the trip

Seeing a few familiar figures out of the corner of his eyes, Mo Fan laughed, that person is really... But such a trip, it is not worth such a big fight. While it was funny, Mo Fan felt warm in his heart. Even if it was a superfluous move, Mo Fan couldn't ignore the other party's heart.

It seems, a little out of control...

This kind of meticulous care Mo Fan has seen in the other two, but he has never been touched. At this moment, with this situation, the familiar scene, and the familiar way of doing things, Mo Fan suddenly had a different feeling in his heart.

Mo Fan stood still, and the manager didn't bother him, just stood beside him. Fortunately, this is a private clubhouse, there are not many people here, and Mo Fan was not recognized.

Mo Fan just stood there quietly for ten minutes. He didn't think about anything, but his mind suddenly went blank, and he felt a little dazed where he was.

Stepping towards his car, Mo Fan sat down and closed his eyes.

In just ten minutes, the agent clearly felt that Mo Fan's mood seemed to be getting worse. After thinking about it, he took out his phone and sent a message, but he put it back without reading the reply.

"Xiaofan."

As soon as Mo Fan's car drove into the garage, he saw a man standing by and waiting. In the black eyes, the figure of the man was barely visible, and he looked faintly lonely like a big abandoned dog.

Mo Fan sighed in his heart. This person is always coming to recruit him.

"You actually didn't eat with me today." He also accused him.

Mo Fan glanced at him, "I haven't eaten yet."

Lu Mingyuan's momentum eased, "Are you hungry? The food is always hot, let's eat together."

"Um."

In the past few months, the two have always had dinner together. Lu Mingyuan couldn't see Mo Fan at the dinner table, and he insisted on waiting for Mo Fan to come back like a child.

Mo Fan's eating speed is not slow, but he is calm. Every time he sees the boy eating, Lu Mingyuan feels it is a kind of enjoyment.

"Satisfied just looking at me?" Mo Fan said without raising his head.

Lu Mingyuan gave a silly smile, focused on the food on the table, and started to eat.

After eating and drinking enough, the man insisted on taking Mo Fan out for a walk, which he called "digestion". It was autumn and winter, and the wind on the road was chilly. Mo Fan was a little afraid of the cold. Lu Mingyuan stopped, pulled off his coat and hugged Mo Fan in the coat.

Caught off guard, Mo Fan's eyes dimmed, and the man's broad chest caught his eye.

In the weather of more than ten degrees, Lu Mingyuan was wearing a thin V-neck cashmere sweater, and the warm skin passed through the clothes to Mo Fan's close face. The clothes next to his body were soft and smooth, carrying the warmth of the man's body, and Mo Fan was wrapped in the man's breath.

Lu Mingyuan didn't smoke or drink alcohol, just because Mo Fan didn't like the smell. The man has a faint smell of shower gel, which has a taste of home.

"Xiaofan."

A muffled voice came from the top of his head, and Mo Fan gave a soft "hmm".

The man didn't follow up, he just hugged him tightly. The coldness in Mo Fan's body was dispelled, and the whole body was wrapped in warmth.

The two men hugged each other quietly, without any violation. The tall man was generous and upright, as if he was treating his most cherished item, he wrapped the slightly slender, docile boy leaning on his chest in his arms like a caregiver.

Unexpectedly harmonious.

"Let's go back."

Mo Fan didn't feel cold anymore, but felt terribly hot all over his body. Obviously the man didn't say anything, but he felt an unprecedented panic.

Lu Mingyuan agreed, but he didn't let go of the boy in his arms, he just changed his posture and hugged him into the back room. Mo Fan didn't ask the man the purpose of his behavior, it seems that if he asked, something unpredictable would happen.

Mo Fan was very enthusiastic tonight, and Lu Mingyuan experienced Mo Fan's complaints for the first time. It wasn't until the sky was bright that the two of them closed their eyes.

Lu Mingyuan ate to his heart's content, stretched himself out, and fell into a deep sleep, but Mo Fan opened his eyes again. The body is very tired, but his spirit is very vigorous. The system will subtly change the physique of the person he possesses, and now, he can already withstand the endless demands of men.

Thinking of this, Mo Fan suddenly had a black line: Could it be that the purpose of the system to change his physique is for this kind of thing? !

Mo Fan stood up. Even in his sleep, the man seemed to be aware of Mo Fan's departure, and the arms around Mo Fan's waist tightened. Mo Fan didn't move anymore, put on his clothes and leaned against the head of the bed.