After wearing the book, I relied on yin and yang feng shui to bend the king of hell [Entertainment C

The rest was left to the two managers. He Yu and Yan Zen packed their luggage overnight and got on the plane early the next morning.

Ye Chen originally wanted to put He Yu and Gu Yin together, and Jiang Qiqiu had the same idea, but He Yu and Yan Zen looked at the total number of seats on the four tickets and left Gu Yin and Yan Zen's assistant together. .

The plane was very noisy, but He Yu didn't have much energy. After reading the cached files on his phone for a while, he felt sleepy before an hour had passed.

"Sleep for a while?" Yan Zen saw him yawn.

He Yu hummed in a daze, leaned back and closed his eyes, feeling uncomfortable again, squirmed twice, finally leaned on Yan Zen's shoulder again, and fell asleep in seconds.

Yan Zen: "..." I'm afraid I have become someone's exclusive cushion.

The cold Mr. Cushion froze in that place and did not dare to move. He Yu's peaceful breath was on his neck, which was warm and itchy.

He opened Weibo and refreshed it for a long time before realizing that there was no signal on the plane. He had no choice but to look through the software with the red dot on his phone, and finally clicked on the recording software.

He moved slightly, took out his earphones, and decided to continue listening.

He Yu hadn't fully fallen asleep yet, but when he was still not fully conscious, he relied on this and rubbed Yan Zen's earphones.

At this time, Yan Zen happened to pull the progress bar to the question of what to do if he died. He Yu trembled when he heard his own voice, and hurriedly returned the earphones to Yan Zen.

He thought about it carefully before, and it seems that this problem has little to do with him. He can go through birth, old age, sickness and death normally, and then... it should be reincarnation?At that time, it won't matter what Yan Zen will do.

What he was curious from the beginning to the end was whether Yan Zen would still remember him after that.

Could it be that he is just a pleasure of traveling and forget about it when it is over.

So he doesn't care what the answer is.

Instead, Yan Zen took off the earphones and looked at him for a long time. He seemed to want to explain something, but felt that the timing was not right. Finally, he put the earphones back and planned to take a nap.

He also pressed He Yu on his shoulder: "Okay, go to sleep, I will sleep with you."

He Yu said "Oh", but he still cared a lot. Yan Zhen had basically finished listening to it, so why did she want to listen to it again, and even put on earphones on purpose.

When the plane arrived, it was already dusk in the country. When the two of them got off the plane, a gust of cold wind blew by. Yan Zen covered He Yu's body with his coat: "I didn't expect it to be quite cold in China."

When He Yu came to fashion week this time, the few clothes he brought were formal clothes, and he was also wearing a black suit at the moment, which was out of place with the brown coat that Yan Zen had covered.

Please ask the two assistants to carry the luggage. He Yu stared at the phone, and when he saw the signal, he seemed to be liberated. While flipping through Weibo, he showed some funny comments to Yan Zen.

The two chatted while walking, and He Yu went to the fan group to take a look. It happened that someone mentioned a "group file", and he clicked on it to find the fanart that everyone spontaneously wrote and put in it.

He Yu held up the phone to Yan Zen again: "Look, how spectacular it is."

Yan Zen carefully looked at the names of each small file, thinking that these little girls are really amazing: "This is the result of our joint efforts."

He Yu was amused by this sentence, put one hand on Yan Zen's shoulder, and slowly covered his irresistible smiling face.

Then he realized that he had arrived at the pick-up hall, and just a few fans who had raised their hands put down their phones.

He Yu: "..." He deeply understood what is the result of joint efforts.

There were a lot of people picking up the plane this time, and although they didn't disclose the exact return time, the fans thought that it must be just recently, they had suffered so many crimes from Yu Bao, so of course they had to come and comfort them.

Unexpectedly, before there was time to comfort him, he was caught off guard by a ration.

He Yu narrowed his eyes and tugged at Yan Zen, carefully scrutinized the large group of people, and suddenly a voice shouted: "Marry me!!!"

He Yu: "..." Why is it so exciting.

It's not good to make a scene in a public place, and it's such a strange thing to call, He Yu tried to find out who it was.

But he carefully recalled the voice just now.It seems that it is a man...

Yan Zen seemed to be frightened too, but at the same time, his first reaction was to pinch He Yu's hand around his neck.

So the two got a lot of screams.

For the first time, He Yu felt that as an artist, he might be quite different.He has seen other people being picked up by fans, and everyone shouted something like "I like you so much" or "Marry me". Unexpectedly, when he was here, it became the atmosphere of a marriage proposal scene.

Occasionally, a few unknown passers-by passed by and applauded twice.

Then the fans rushed over to sign a group photo. He Yu gestured to tell them to lighten up. Seeing that it didn't work, he added: "Hey, Lord Yan's body is just right."

It was quiet.

Yan Zen gave him a thumbs up when he was frantically signing autographs.

The two assistants were stunned again, but it was the first time they had seen a celebrity who was so cold that he didn't want to talk to fans.

He Yu was happy, and Yan Zen was also happy.The two assistants thought about it, so it was not like they wanted them to go in and stir up trouble.

The scene gradually evolved into an autograph session, but the order was not too chaotic, and in the end it almost turned into an autograph session.

He Yu counted.Very good, he also has male fans, not a few.

I just don't know who yelled that voice just now.

When he was almost done signing, he remembered that sound again, and for some reason he lowered his head and giggled twice.

Yan Zen was right next to him, looking at him. Behind the place where he was sitting was a translucent floor-to-ceiling window. The sunset shone in, and half of him was submerged in the shadows. It was indescribably beautiful.

I don't know who said next to him: "Get married."

His mind was still on He Yu's smile, and he replied without paying attention: "That's up to him."

It took Yan Zen three seconds to realize what he said, a sense of suffocation came over his face, and he almost wanted to slap himself twice.The car overturned completely.

Then, the scene was overwhelmed by screams, and someone who recorded the whole process posted Yan Zeng's words on the Internet.

At that time, He Yu had just taken a taxi to bid farewell to Yan Zen and go back when the surroundings suddenly became quiet. He felt that no one could speak, so he had no choice but to keep looking at his phone.

Maybe it's not a big deal at this level. Yan Zen's words were not popular, but because he has been paying attention to such posts, several related content has been pushed to the homepage.

This sentence was rounded up by netizens into a marriage proposal, and all the comments below are ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

He Yu blinked and listened to it again, and couldn't help laughing again. He really felt that his smile was getting lower and lower.

He originally wanted to make a call to Yan Zen, but after thinking about it carefully, he decided to leave Yan Zen there, maybe something interesting would happen.

When the taxi arrived at the door of his house, he dragged his luggage down, thanked the driver for his arrival, and turned around to find a big box at the door.

The mailing address is Wenlin Entertainment Company.

He called Ye Chen and asked him what it was.

"Ah that," Ye Chen was a little noisy around him, and turned up the volume, "The letters and gifts sent by your fans during this period, the precious ones have been sent back for you, I guess you like some small things, letters and the like , keep it for yourself.”

He Yu let out a long "Oh—" and moved the deadly heavy box into it.

He tidied up briefly, and just about to change his clothes into home clothes, only to find that he was still wearing Yan Zen's coat.

He held the coat with both hands and pondered for a while, and finally wanted to put it away first, and if Yan Zen asked him to ask for it, he would return it.

Then I sat on the sofa to pack the box, and the moment I broke the seal and opened it, a lot of letters jumped out.

He Yu was terrified.

A lot of letters are in fresh colors, most of which are soft pink, with cute stickers on them.

He Yu recalled that he didn't seem to have much work left in the company, and then began to open those letters one by one.

The natural characters that dare to write to him will not be ugly. He Yu smiled after reading it for a while, and Yan Zen was mentioned in many of them, so he couldn't help but took a few photos.

When he read halfway through, he suddenly remembered, he arranged the letters, and posted a Weibo: [I'm reading, I'm reading, manager, can you not save so much next time and give it to me so I can't read it all... ...]

After sending it out, he continued to read it. Around dinner time, he had finished reading a tenth of the letter. His eyes were a little dazed, and he planned to rest after reading another letter.

What I got was a bright red letter with the word "Feng" written on it, and I used a brush.

He Yuxin said that this is too personal, and he probably guessed who sent it.

He took a utility knife and carefully cut open.

A piece of rice paper that was folded into a small square, He Yu unfolded it to the maximum, and he could barely hold it with his arms stretched out.

The white paper was almost blank, but the aroma of ink could be smelled. He Yu searched for it for a long time, only to see some miniature characters in the lower right corner where someone with excellent calligraphy showed off his skills.

Three words, plus a punctuation.

He Yu looked at it for a long time.

It's not as nasty as "I love you", and it's not as straightforward as "falling in love".

He Yu gently touched the three words, and the handwriting was already dry.

It read: Boyfriend?

He has seen Yan Zen write, so it is 100% his.

He collected the letter respectfully and put it aside.This letter was sandwiched in the middle, it must have been a while.

After struggling for a long time again, he held his mobile phone, the phone number was already on it, but he still didn't press the call button.

I always feel that it is a bit too dreamy all of a sudden.

One side is making pink bubbles and the other side is jumping up and down in a panic.

Yan Zen called Ye Chen directly: "Did the little guy post it himself on Weibo?!"

Ye Chen kind of guessed what Yan Zen did, and replied slowly: "Yes, he is probably still reading it, and you sent it too?"

Yan Zen: "..." Wan Duzi.

Why the hell did I think that the little guy wouldn't read things sent by fans?