"——Yuan Jinran, if you have something to say, you have been aged by the age of second-year disease for many years, and doing such naive things will only seem to be beaten."

In the evening, Jiang Chuan, who had been squatting on the set for an afternoon and was exposed to the scorching sun and did not take a good look, finally couldn't bear it anymore. So at dinner time, when Jin Ran made an excuse to walk away when he was trying to talk to him for the third time, Jiang Chuan couldn't help but reach out and grab him, and carried him back to him like a chicken, and then...

Nothing then.

I didn't dare to do anything else, so I could only continue to try to reason with him - think about the hamster who was so fat that I couldn't get into the bathroom all day long. When I made up my mind, I could even drown myself in the pond downstairs without saying goodbye. To put it nicely, it was persistence, but to put it badly, it was just a heart that made a frenzy at any time.

At this time, Jinran, who was forcibly bound by Jiang Chuan, could not escape or escape. He could only maintain a perfect smile on his face, and he waved his hand and said, "Let's find you later", then turned around, and the smile on his face quickly disappeared.

The two of them quickly walked outside the restaurant and became quiet in the corridor. It was not so quiet that it was embarrassing that it was awkward, and it was quite suitable for conversation. I stopped and regretted and frowned slightly. I asked Jiang Chuan: "I am also going to ask the screenwriter about tomorrow's drama. What do you want to say, hurry up."

Jiang Chuan looked down at Jinran: "Don't you think it's unreasonable to be angry with me for a photo?"

He paused for a moment, then repeated it with a expressionless expression: "So you still think this matter is unreasonable until now."

Jiang Chuan raised his eyebrows.

Jinran patted his hand on his shoulder and said lightly: "Then there is nothing to say with you. If you figure it out, come and discuss it with me - don't try to make unreasonable small moves, and don't pay attention to you."

Of course, he could laugh and even explode, but what Jiang Chuan couldn't stand the most was his calmness and breaking through the sky, as if he was lukewarm when facing flies or ky questions asked by ky reporters. So after a while, Jiang Chuan felt that he was going to be angry. He straightened his back a little, and his pupils turned into darker colors: "You are a little bit of a big deal. The photo you replaced is from my son, and my son is from me alone? I usually hold it in the palm of my hand for fear of falling and falling in my mouth. I want to take out my heart and give it to them. It's not you? What's wrong with me putting a photo of them in my wallet?"

Jiang Chuan rarely says such long words quickly—

At least he is half an international friend. Even when filming, the script guy didn't arrange such long lines for him, so when he talked about it, he was a little inaccurate in pronunciation. At the same time, it can be seen from this small detail that he is really anxious.

Capturing this detail, Jinran frowned a little more tightly, and suddenly realized that if he let this fool think about it himself, he might really want to break his head and can't figure out what's going on.

I stared at the dark blue eyes for a while, my brows tightened, and finally stretched out. I sighed, suddenly I felt really bored - unhappy about such things.

"I either have any objection to your photo of changing your son, or... I feel uncomfortable when I think of you taking out my photo."

"?"

He carefully stuffed his hand into his pocket. He would do this when he was a little nervous. The last time he did this was probably when he announced his coming out under the noses of the people of the world. He turned his eyes away, licked his dry lower lip, and continued-

"I really don't want to say it. You want to laugh at me again after saying it. Anyway, it's just uncomfortable... When I think of at least that second, you feel that 'there are other people and things that can replace this person', I feel uncomfortable, unhappy, unhappy, and the person who replaces me is anyone who is important to you or to me, but..."

Jinran thought about it, lowered his head, and his voice became smaller: "In that second, I was replaced."

Jiang Chuan didn't say anything.

Okay, now the corridor has become a quiet that is so quiet that it is awkward. I think quietly in my heart.

"Today is my son, who will be tomorrow? Any Hollywood female star? The Queen of the Drinks? The Victoria's Secret Model? Even the photographer who shoots the cover of a magazine advertisement for you-"

"That's a 62-year-old old man with a pleated face." Jiang Chuan interrupted him with a expressionless face.

"..." Jingran paused for a moment, not knowing that Jiang Chuan refuted this fucking ball, raised his head and looked at Jiang Chuan with a confused look on his face, "Is it possible for others?"

The following continued silence perfectly conveyed that Jiang Chuan showed due resistance to answering this mentally retarded question.

Jingran thought for a while: "When we get old, your colorful intestines can't be disturbed. Is it possible that even the dog of your brother Irving is about to raise may become a permanent guest in your wallet? You can even write in the photo: Miss the puppy you have raised, you are the only and unique sincere—"

Before he could finish his words, his face was pressed against a hard chest.

Jingran struggled, but the big hand pressing on the back of his head increased the strength as he struggled. He felt that his face was almost flattened. He inhaled with difficulty, and was filled with the smell of Jiang Chuan.

So I gave up struggling carefully.

He put his forehead on Jiang Chuan's shoulders, and said in a dull voice that was a bit self-deprecating—

"I just don't understand you young people. I probably think it's ridiculous to think about it with an elderly person like me. But I don't care, I'm so ridiculous. I'm so ridiculous. I'm old, so I'm not going to make my mind more complicated?"

Then the big hand on Jin moved down, as if it was accidentally, and more like a gentle stroke—

"No one said you were ridiculous." Jiang Chuan said, "Don't deduct me false charges."

"I will be outdone in two years. In another five years, no one will remember who I am, but what about you? You are in your thirties, tall and handsome, well, with a mountain of gold and silver, your family background is even second to the general novel setting, fashion magazine cover photos, movies are invested one by one, how many 17 or 18-year-old boys and girls controlled by uncles are holding their skirts and stretching their necks to stare at your abdominal muscles..."

"The boys and girls staring at my money and abs? There are quite a few now."

“…”

"But isn't the only one who lie on my abdominal muscles and wipes my tears and snot and wants to speak slutty?"

“…”

"So, stop crying."

"...I'm so squirting and tearful, and I didn't cry."

"..." Jiang Chuan pushed Jinran away slightly, raised his face and looked at it carefully for a while, then pushed him back into his arms, remained silent for a while, and said calmly without embarrassment, "I thought you were crying again."

"What's there to cry about?" Jinran muttered dullly.

"I don't know, I've been crying since you were a hamster."

"I'm just a hamster first, and then I'll be a human being."

"It's the same. Anyway, I started to know you as a hamster. People say that comedians are usually fragile inside, so from that time on, I think I also have the responsibility to take care of your emotions carefully."

“…”

"From this point, I was wrong this time. When I changed the photos, I accidentally saw my son's photo and thought it was cute, so I changed it. I didn't consider your feelings and didn't notify you in advance. This is really my fault."

"Yes, it will be much better if you inform me in advance."

"No, the consequence is that today's argument will be ahead of the day when I want to change the photos."

“…”

It was revealed, but his face did not blush and his heart was not beating until Jiang Chuan touched his head and continued to say slowly: "I will accept the words you praise me for being tall, handsome, handsome, and rich, but apart from that, I think that although you are surprisingly extremely fair and accurate in my positioning, you are a little too mean to yourself-"

He carefully picked up his face from Jiang Chuan's arms.

"In fact, Oriental people always look younger than Westerners, so now you don't look much older than me. What's gratifying is that this advantage is permanent and it will continue to continue and become more and more obvious as our age grows. In terms of money, there is no doubt that as the starring actors of various films that have been active in international and domestic large screens for several consecutive years, you are very rich and one of the few people standing at the top of the pyramid in this line. In terms of fame, I don't know what other awards you haven't won. You kept saying a few years ago.

You have completed your Grand Slam, and you have not stopped the momentum of continuing to win various awards. In terms of love luck, I can't imagine that there is any young girl in the world who can be more annoying than Andre Mond and the singing Sid. The most annoying thing is that you really have a story to tell with them at different times. Finally, when you are old, you can choose to move a table and wrap a fan to be a hot crosstalk actor. Continue your career to continue your shiny and hot so that you can't speak and walk. You can also choose to exit this circle and go home with me to raise a dog and read books to tutor your son's homework..."

After Jiang Chuan finished speaking, he paused.

When Jinran was still confused and was crazy about digesting his large string of words and thinking about where to refute it, he felt the man in front of him lower his head slightly and kissing him quickly on the corner of his lips-

"I have much more similar worries than you. In fact, I don't understand why the person who is insecure is actually you."

“…”

Now even Jinran doesn't know what to say.

He just grabbed Jiang Chuan's shirt with both hands, pulled him closer to him, and then buried his face in his chest.

...

After the two of them praised each other inexplicably, they returned to the dining room shamelessly and added nothing happened, and continued to chat and laugh with others.

It was almost ten o'clock when I returned to the room. The poor child, Owen, had already washed and slept in a daze. He heard the sound of the door opening and bounced up from the bed. Seeing that Jinran and Jiang Chuan came in, he fell back relaxed.

"I'll take a shower first." Jinran took off his coat, then kicked Jiang Chuan with the remote control and turned on the TV to watch the sports basketball game. "I'm going to sleep with a little less voice."

Jiang Chuan lowered his voice obediently.

Owen yawned: "Don't you argue?"

Jiang Chuan looked at Jinran, and Jinran was extremely embarrassed: "What's not arguing? We haven't made arguing before, are you sleeping in a daze?"

Owen stared at Jinran and then said "Oh" and lifted up the quilt and continued to fall asleep.

Jingran let out a long sigh, ran back to the bathroom as if he was running away, took a shower and calmed down, wrapped in a bathrobe and shone out with a wet head: "I'm fine, Jiang Chuan, hurry up - what are you doing?"

I was very careful to look at the man holding a pair of scissors not far away and didn't know what he was cutting.

"What are you cutting?" He had a slightly bad premonition.

At this time, Jiang Chuan had already put down his scissors, sandwiched a square piece between two fingers, shook it at Jinran's face, then opened his wallet, and stuffed the square piece into the place where the photo was placed. With the dim light in the room, Jinran saw that his big face was grinning at him.

What weird thing can I put my partner's ID photo in my wallet?

Jinran took a deep breath and was about to make trouble. Yu Guang suddenly glanced at his open wallet and the "debris" left after the photo was cut. At that moment, he couldn't believe his dog eyes and grabbed the face of the man in front of him: "What did you cut just now?"

“…The only thing you can find on hand that has your photos.”

Jiang Chuan, whose handsome face was deformed by being pinched, said without changing his expression.

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The cautious roar had already exceeded the volume of "Don't disturb my son's sleep" because it was out of control, so Irving woke up again. He got up and rubbed his eyes: "Are you arguing again?"

"Your father's brain is bubbled," Jinran picked up his identity card and almost never woke up. "Lack of electric shock treatment."

"Why is this careful behavior that corrects mistakes as soon as possible to meet your needs is wrong?"

“Where’s right?”

"Yuan Jinran, don't be unreasonable, others won't receive such caring treatment."

"A caring treatment? What? Which? Which? Where?"

"There is a tiger in my heart, and I sniff the rose."

“…………………………………”

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Chapter completed!