As he said that, the agent hung up the phone ruthlessly.

Because I couldn't get the meat bag, I sighed that the eight-month long holiday ended. After another analysis, Jiang Chuan was really cold recently. Jinran stood dejectedly and let Fang Yu mess up his hairstyle. It was about twenty minutes after hanging up the phone. The door of the ward was pushed open from outside. Jinran subconsciously twisted his head and found that the person was wearing a sportswear with a hat. At this moment, Jiang Chuan was wearing a hat and a mask with a little sick second.

When he walked in, he was still carrying hot soy milk and a few meat buns in his hand.

Meat buns.

He cooperated very well and turned his face into the appearance of a dog who saw the meat bun - if he had a tail, he could shake it now - he stretched his neck and looked at Jiang Chuan with his eyes eagerly putting breakfast on the table, then reluctantly retracted his gaze, pretending to calmly ask, "Why are you here?"

It is not easy to pretend to be calm, and my face is almost tense and stiff.

"I'm free today," Jiang Chuan took off his hat and mask and glanced at Jinran, "so come and see your press conference."

Jiang Chuan thought about it and added: "I won't show up in the background."

He said "Oh" carefully: "Simply put, it is actually just to watch the fun, right?"

Jiang Chuan nodded: "Yes."

Be cautious: "..."

I've never seen anyone gloating so righteously.

When the fellow disciples had a boring and friendly conversation, Fang Yu tidied up Jinran's sleeves, sniffed his nose and seemed to feel something was wrong, turned his head, looked at Jiang Chuan and then at the big meat bun on the table, and frowned and said dissatisfied: "Why did you really buy him meat buns?"

Jiang Chuan didn't say anything, raised his head and glanced at Jinran lazily... Jinran was stunned, and he reacted as if he was half a beat slow. The tiger's body shook and widened his eyes and said in horror: "Damn it, is you on the phone just now?"

He was like a starving ghost who had been hungry for 800 years and was perfectly accepted by Jiang Chuan again?!

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It's rare to be serious a few times a year.

All the fucking Jiang Chuan was hit by the slightest.

How could such an evil thing be like this?!

At this moment, Jiang Chuan did not answer Jinran, ignored the complaints of the agent, and found a chair to sit down. He was now sending a text message with his master's cell phone. After waiting for a while, he said lightly: "He wants to eat meat."

Jingran felt a hint of pride being supported by his wife, so he swept away his heart's collapse of the image, and then raised his chin and looked at the agent proudly: Yes, I want to eat meat.

Fang Yu said helplessly: "If you want to eat meat, do you buy it?"

"Repeat and repeat," Jiang Chuan said expressionlessly, "brainwashing."

His chin was raised a little higher, and he raised his hands and stretched out his index finger to his agent. He poses a proud pose at the agent. Just a few seconds after he finished posing, he suddenly felt two unusual gazes shot from behind him... The young black-haired man was slightly stunned, put down his raised hands and turned his head, and found that Jiang Chuan, who was sending a text message, stopped at some point, but now he was staring at himself silently from above the edge of the phone.

There was not much emotion in those blue eyes, and I don’t know what he was thinking.

Jinran was stared so hard that she was furrowed all over. She stuffed her hands into her pants pocket and bent down to ask, "What's wrong?"

"No." A flash of strange emotions flashed through the blue eyes. However, before anyone could see clearly, the man looked a little indifferent and lowered his head, and continued to move his fingers quickly and sent a text message on the master's phone. He said without raising his head, "I bought the things, eat them if you want them."

Jinran was stunned for a moment, and then said silly with a silly face: "Oh."

Jiang Chuan thought for a while, put down his phone and said, "Eat while it's hot."

Be cautious: "Oh."

After thinking about it, the young black-haired man turned his head and said to the agent who stood behind him and turned his lapels on him, "Brother Fang, my junior brother said, let me have breakfast first and don't be hungry."

Jiang Chuan, who was sitting in a chair sending a text message, was stunned when he heard this, raised his head and looked at Jinran with special confusion.

Fang Yu let go of his hand: "Eat, you shameless."

Finally, under Fang Yu's mental pressure, Jinran drank a cup of soy milk with satisfaction and ate half a meat bun. No matter how much he had, he would not give it to him, for fear that his stomach and intestines had not yet recovered their joke function. If he had too much greasy food, he would have to eat too much to ruin his stomach.

"—If you suddenly fart when answering a question at the press conference, you no longer have to worry about whether you are a popular idol or a national powerful actor. Just transform into a comedian and firmly approach the goal of going to the Spring Festival Gala." The agent warned expressionlessly.

Jinran thought about it and made sense. He couldn't fall off at the critical moment, so he barely gave up the remaining half of the bun. Then a group of people got into the nanny car and approached the press conference. Jinran's folder full of press releases arrived on Jiang Chuan's legs. The man lowered his eyes and lowered his head, and supported his chin with one hand and looked through the press releases in the folder. He read the questions from the mock reporter about his pursuing Yuan Jinran, and he had read the answers for a long time.

Comrade Yuan Jinran, who was sitting aside and secretly glanced at him, was frightened.

After a long time, he stretched out his hand and poked Jiang Chuan. The latter didn't seem to like his body touching. He avoided it and frowned and looked up at him: "What?"

Looking at this expression, Jinran suddenly lost interest in speaking... He just shook his head silently, just thinking about how to fool him, but found that Jiang Chuan was always looking at him, waiting patiently for him to speak impatiently but contradictoryly... So the young black-haired man laughed dryly, "I just want to ask if you think the answer to this press release is good, do you have any suggestions?"

"It's pretty good." Jiang Chuan closed the folder and returned it to Jinran, "Just say that, or it doesn't matter if you want to say no. - there are a lot of people on the Internet recently, so it's better to calm those topics down."

Jinran didn't know what he was feeling and said, nodded, thought for a while and replied: "I understand."

Jinran held his face with both hands and pondered for a while, sorted out his thoughts, and thought carefully about what Jiang Chuan said—

Jiang Chuan doesn't want to continue to get involved with him.

So he said that even if he was rejected openly, it would be okay to lose face.

Just don't keep getting involved.

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Chapter completed!