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

When the other party connected, He Yu spoke first. He was afraid that if he was a step too late, he would not have the courage to speak out.

"Well, Grandpa, can I bring someone back today?" He asked timidly.

He was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, showing off his slender ankles presumptuously, holding a black round pillow in his hand, he bought it because he thought he looked like Yan Zen.

And the person he was going to take back was looking at the scenery outside through the floor-to-ceiling windows, with a melancholy expression from his back, listening to the conversation with his ears up.

What was waiting was not the old man's voice, but another human voice: "Grandpa, bro call."

He Yu: "..."

He Fenglin handed the phone to the old man, but the old man complained: "Stinky boy, why are my hands shaking when I answer the phone."

He Yu suspected that it was trembling with anger.

"Grandpa... well, I'll bring my partner back today." He stroked the back of the phone twice, and the pillow was hugged even tighter.

"All right, all right," the old man said in high spirits, "You are lucky, your parents and your younger brother are here today."

As soon as the voice finished speaking, it was Yan Zhen who reacted the fastest. He typed four words on his mobile phone and showed it to He Yu: Public execution.

He Yu responded with a gesture of covering his face and crying.

He thought about it, and felt that it would be better to ask clearly on the phone if he didn't dare to say something: "Grandpa, have you told my parents?"

"Say it," the old man snorted with a sense of sarcasm, "You know you're angry with your parents. Last time, you insisted on becoming a star, and this time it's the same thing."

Half of He Yu's face was not in the pillow, and the old man's tone didn't sound like he was angry with him, and he was quite brisk.

He looked out the window, there was still some sunlight.

"I can't change this, can't I?" He Yu said while hugging the pillow, rather coquettishly, "Then how do they react?... Ah, and what's Xiaolin's reaction."

Yan Zen felt a phantom pain in her scalp, walked over slowly, stood behind the sofa, and peeled off He Yu's hand from the pillow that was about to be pulled out of shape.

The old man probably glanced somewhere, then turned around and said to He Yu: "Your parents are similar to me, you don't rely on anyone now, so you can take it with you, anyway, I can't do anything to you—"

Because He Yu's jewelry company is not under the old man's banner, nor is it under the name of his parents. At that time, he thought it would be useless anyway, but now it seems that he has lost a good handle.

If the parents could say that without them, He Yu would definitely be forced out of the circle, but now they can't say it anymore, because of He Yu's rapidly evolving acting skills.

The old man hesitated for a while when he said the second half of the sentence: "Xiaolin, I just told him today, but I haven't looked away from the phone until now."

He Yu started to panic again.

"Anyway... well, I searched for those words repeatedly, and I don't know why." The old man observed He Fenglin's expression, which was similar to when he read the plan written by a clumsy employee.

Frowning, thinking about letting go all the time, but having to continue to suffer.

He Yu could hear the old man deliberately ambiguous words such as homosexuality as "those words". Maybe it's because he read too much related information on the Internet, and he always felt that it was not respectful to say it.

He said a few more words and was about to hang up the phone, saying that he was going to pack up and prepare to come over. The old man stopped He Yu's hand that was about to press the hang up button with his voice: "Finally, let me be curious, where are you two? "

He Yu couldn't make a sound. The hands behind him were about to touch his face, but they slammed on the brakes and retracted.

The question itself can be answered, but whether it can be said or not is another matter.

How did the two of them get along, what are they going to do in the future, such questions can only be discussed in person, only what the old man said just now, let alone face to face, even if He Yu is asked to type, he can't type.

The surroundings seem to be getting hotter, the old man will not stop until he hears the answer, so he simply guesses: "Holding hands?"

He Yu: "Yes."

"Have you hugged?"

"Ah."

"... Kiss?"

The other end of the phone was quiet again, He Yu held the phone tightly in both hands, and gave Yan Zen a look for help.

Yan Zhen swallowed her saliva, and made a voice from deep in her throat: "I kiss you."

The old man: "..." I can't say I didn't expect it, it just feels like it's too fast.

"Are you doing anything else?" he asked.

He Yu hesitated for a moment: "Would it count if I slept in one bed... I didn't do anything else."

"Okay, you're ruthless enough. I'll ask someone to cook two more dishes, so I'll come back soon." The old man hung up the phone in time.

He Yu stared at the phone in a daze. Yan Zen originally wanted to shove this cabbage again, but now he was in no mood to do so.

"Why do I feel like a Hongmen banquet?" He looked at Yan Zen.

Yan Zen and him looked at each other for a while, but didn't speak, as if they were stunned.

"I suddenly thought, my brother should pay attention to my situation." He checked He Fenglin's Weibo account and liked him a few times. It’s not slowing down now.”

Yan Zen still didn't speak, and He Yu continued: "Tell me, if my parents and elders come to read my Weibo, should I still live?"

Yan Zen: "..." Just thinking about it is exciting.

The two packed up their things and set off.

Originally, Yan Zen's teleportation was very convenient, but both of them tacitly chose to drive by themselves, so that they would not be recognized by outsiders, and they had enough time to prepare mentally.

It was Yan Zen who was driving, and He Yu wanted to drive at first, but he didn't grab the one with his ass nailed to the driver's seat.

"Why don't you let me drive?" He Yu reluctantly sat in the co-pilot.

"Imagine, if there is thunder in the sky while you are driving, you are afraid that you will directly hit the car in front of you," Yan Zen said while starting the car, "I am thinking about the safety of other people's lives."

He Yu: "..." He looked at the half of the sun peeking out of the clouds.

"There will be no thunder today." He checked the weather forecast by the way.

"Let you get used to it sooner." Yan Zen drove the car on the road. He didn't drive much, and to be honest, he wasn't very proficient, but he remembered the road, better than the little guy who got lost while driving.

He Yu let out an "oh" and curled up into a ball.

He searched the Internet for discussions about him and Yan Zen, and there are many people who firmly believe that they are firing CP and disapprove of this behavior, and some people asked what would happen if the two really announced their fans.

For the latter question, when He Yu was swiping to answer, he saw a group of people who said "impossible" before answering, and he felt that he was already looking forward to it.

At a red light, Yan Zen stopped the car and saw the people next to him smiling foolishly: "What did you see again? Is that pile of grain that your alias paid attention to?"

He Yuxin said that Yan Zen took him for something: "I'm just looking forward to what will happen after we announce that we are together." Yan Zen reminded him, and he went to Weibo to brush up those followers again.

Yan Zen slightly raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect as much as his little guy, but it felt good to think that he would be reckless in public in the future.

"There are probably good things and bad things," he said in the tone of his own agent, "you still have to be mentally prepared."

He Yu nodded lightly, turned his head and started eating food happily.Anyway, the decision has been made public, so the consequences are left to fate.

When we arrived at the door of the old man's house, it was getting dark again, and it was almost time for dinner, He Yu knocked on the door lightly.

The waiter opened the door, and the two went in.

Although the house is very big, the old man actually employs very few people, except for those who clean the room and cook, there is no one else.

There was some movement in the kitchen, and He Yu came back after taking a look. The others seemed to be still in their rooms.

He glanced at the time, maybe it was indeed a little earlier.

The old man was the first to notice the movement, came out of the room, went downstairs with a smile, and found someone standing behind He Yu.

Yan Zen raised her head to look at him cautiously, and said after much deliberation: "Grandpa is good."

That scene, how embarrassing how embarrassing it was.

It was He Yu who eased the atmosphere and gave the old man a bag of small gifts that he had brought over.

After the old man put the things away, he began to look at Yan Zen endlessly. He Yu felt that he couldn't fit in, so he stayed between the two of them.This indescribable feeling lasted until a person reminded the old man that the meal would be ready soon.

The old man shook his hands: "Come, eat, and talk while eating."

Although everyone happened to be able to have a meal, there were only five people, and it happened to be a small table.

In fact, several other people have returned to this house many times, and He Yu is the rarest one. It should have been something worth celebrating, but it's a bit embarrassing now.

But He Yu was still happy, at least none of the people he saw was emitting black smoke.

The old man was the only one who asked questions at the dinner table. From how he met him to where he wanted to go on his honeymoon, he had no scruples. He Yu felt a mouthful of blood stuck in his chest and couldn't spit it out.The occasional interjection of parents can only be regarded as a reminder.

Yan Zen next to her has automatically reduced her sense of presence, but it is inevitable that her neck will turn red, and she will occasionally accept the gaze of He Fenglin who is also silent.

In fact, this He Yu's younger brother was the one who first noticed that these two were unusual. The most obvious thing was that during the fashion week before, he was able to throw wine bottles and vases on other people's heads for He Yu, without caring about his image. This relationship can be ordinary. .

Even if you let him accept it suddenly, you still have to take it slowly.

"Why come back all of a sudden, don't you wait until the Chinese New Year?" You must know that his brother didn't even show up for the Chinese New Year before, and it was only this year that he broke the deadlock of not coming back for several years.

He subconsciously restored He Yu's image to the rebellious one a few years ago.

He Yu raised his head, a smile on his face seemed to be the norm, and he probably didn't feel anything about it himself: "The agent said that the film I'm currently holding will be released after the filming is finished, and I don't think it would be good if I don't come back," he said. I put two pieces of meat in my younger brother's bowl, "I'm still growing, eat more."

He Fenglin: "..." He silently ate the extra food in the bowl.

"Are you busy with work recently?" He Yu asked.

"Fortunately."

"What time can I sleep?"

"..."

He Yu's hands were not idle, and after holding something for Yan Zen, he started to hold something for He Fenglin crazily: "Going to bed late is not good for your health, go to bed early, hear?"

"it is good."

Yan Zen, who was at a loss at the side, suffocated with laughter and buried her head in sending a message to He Yu: Mother He.

He Yu picked up the phone when he found it vibrated, and smiled inadvertently.

The old man raised his eyebrows: "Okay, they're all flirting right under my nose."

He Yu thought for a while, but seemed unable to refute.