sinovels Chapter 6 Tools
Chapter 6 Tools
The matter has come to this point, although 120 people are worried, but Yin Mu can only agree that Wen Yuran will go back with Qianlang, he still believes in Qianlang's ability, even if he looks weird, it is better than letting his friends face him Ghosts should be safer.
It's not that he doesn't want to go with him, it's just that although Yin Mu doesn't know much about Qianlang, he still knows a little.His obsession with cleanliness has reached a weird level. He never allows anyone to step into the house. He must wear gloves even outside, and he is rarely willing to take them off even when shooting. Gloves have almost developed into one of his iconic items. .
Want to go into the home of such a person?This is purely for yourself.
In the end, Yin Mu could only watch Wen Yuran leave with a mournful face and follow Qianlang away, secretly praying in his heart that his father's vision was not wrong, or that this person really had a relationship with Wen Yuran before rather than harboring evil intentions.
Although he felt that everything that happened tonight was very absurd.
People have a general psychology, that is, when a person who is usually excellent or superior, only when his attitude towards himself is obviously better, he will feel more or less satisfied.Wen Yuran felt that he should have been a little complacent at first, but the degree of shock later was far greater than the surprise.
Before saying that he was going to do some shopping and cooking, Qian Lang actually drove Wen Yuran to a large supermarket, perhaps because he was worried that being recognized as a famous model would be a bit troublesome, and the privacy of the supermarket was not as good as before. The bar is so nice, Qianlang wore a mask.
"What do you like to eat? I know a little bit of Chinese and Western food. If it doesn't suit your taste, I will learn it."
"Instant noodles." Wen Yuran replied weakly, forgiving him for not having the appetite to think about delicious food now.
"Is there any taboo?" His eyes kept falling on Wen Yuran, and the corner of Qianlang's mouth under the mask raised a happy arc, "You can rest assured that I will take care of that thing, and I won't do you any harm .”
"I care more about what you call me..." He definitely never had that kind of "unspeakable" hobby.
Picking out a bag of seasonings and putting them in the cart, Qianlang continued to walk towards the area where the ingredients were sold: "So it's like this, but it's really nothing, it's just that I was lucky enough to meet you 15 years ago, and I couldn't marry you at that time , so you become my master."
He explained lightly, but Wen Yuran was confused, unable to understand the necessary causal relationship.
"But there's no problem now. I've already taken care of everything that needs to be solved. Do I have the honor to marry you?" As he spoke, Qian Lang turned his head and looked at Wen Yuran with expectation in his eyes.
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"Wait a minute, show me your ID card."
Qian Lang obediently handed over his ID card, Wen Yuran took the thin card, skipped the ID photo and name that still looked handsome, and firmly nailed it to the column below the name—Gender: Male.
Fifteen years ago, he was only eight years old. If Qianlang is so good that he can recognize who he is after 15 years, then what crazy things did he do when he was a child? !
But it seems impossible to admit that he was wrong. After all, if Qianlang is really not that kind of liar, then the "barrier" he said can be regarded as ironclad evidence, even though Wen Yuran really doesn't know what it is.
Taking a deep breath, Wen Yuran looked at Qianlang who was putting a bag of beef into the shopping cart, and said solemnly: "We have something to discuss, but in this country, it seems that he does not allow two men to marry for the time being..."
"You don't have to make things difficult, as long as I can stay by your side, I am satisfied, but if you wish, you can leave other matters to me." Walking to the seafood area, Qian Lang carefully looked at the fish in the fish tank. There are two fish swimming around, as if they are examining which one will be more delicious.
"I am your tool. When you want to kill, I am a knife; when you want to rest, I am a safe haven; when you want to vent your desire, I will also be a perfect inflatable doll." Speaking quite astonishing words in a leisurely tone, Qian Lang walked to the side of the water tank, pointed to one of the fish and said to the salesperson next to him, "I want this one."
While the salesman was handling the fish, Qian Lang turned around to face the stunned Wen Yuran, the slightly curved corners of his eyes proved that he was smiling at this time: "As the master, you don't have to worry about anything. There is no need for the master Let alone the idea of a tool's need, even if the tool is madly in love with its master, it has no right to a response."
Looking at this man who is much taller than himself, Wen Yuran felt that he had never been in such a complicated mood. He tried hard to find some reasonable explanations. For example, maybe Qianlang was just plotting something and was deceiving he.But he couldn't find a reason. This person was richer, more handsome, taller, more famous, and more powerful than him. It wasn't self-deprecating, but he really couldn't find anything worthy of Qianlang's calculations.
Even if he was labeled as a homosexual, Qianlang could only be hurt. As for him, he just explained a few more words to his relatives and friends.
As for thinking in a more mysterious way?Thinking that I might cherish my physique, possess a strange treasure, and have a strange bloodline?Even less reliable.
Not only was he dragged into the world of ghosts and ghosts, but also encountered such strange things, Wen Yuran wondered if he was a murderer of Tai Sui.
Just as the two fell silent, the salesperson had already handled the fish, and Qian Lang put it into the shopping cart, and then walked to the shrimp selling area: "It's getting late today, let's go back and buy some shrimp. If you want to eat anything, you can tell me anytime."
In a daze, Wen Yuran followed Qian Lang to his house again.
I bought a lot of things from the supermarket, all of which were carried by Qianlang alone. Wen Yuran looked at the way the other party hung his hands full of bags, and every time he couldn't help but want to help, he was forced by Qianlang with an innocent look. Retiring, it seems to be saying: Do you want to deprive me of this fun? You are so cruel.
When he first stepped into the door, Wen Yuran was a little surprised, because the room was very big, although he couldn't see the whole picture, but it was roughly estimated that it would not be less than 120 square meters, and it seemed very empty if he lived alone.As for the interior decoration...how should I describe it, it made him feel a bit cold, mostly black, white and blue colors that can't be called warm, delicate and exquisite, but without a homely atmosphere.
Qianlang took off his windbreaker and hung it on the hanger at the door, bent down and took out two pairs of slippers from the shoe cabinet. Wen Yuran inadvertently noticed that there were only two pairs of slippers in the cabinet, and the pair given to him was very new, like It's like it hasn't been worn.
This made him look at the house again - after careful inspection, he found that it seemed a little too clean, which can be described as spotless.
"Sit down. If you want to see other rooms, you can go in. You can see whatever you are interested in." While talking, Qian Lang put on a gray apron and walked towards the kitchen with the bags.
Wen Yuran was not in the mood to visit the house, so he just sat on the sofa in the living room to relieve his muddy mind.
Sitting alone, naturally there was no voice, and the only thing lingering in my ears was the sound from the kitchen.But after this silence, his thinking became active, and some information about Qian Lang was also pulled out of his mind.
Qian Lang is undoubtedly a successful person with many fans. As a model, he has also played supporting roles in several film and television works. If he didn't have such a cold image to the outside world, Wen Yuran doubts that he can become a first-line movie star.
Oh, no, thinking about it carefully, Qian Lang's external image is not just indifferent, it stems from his habit of posting on Weibo, which is almost more famous than himself.
Thanks to this habit, people all know that this handsome guy who is always cold and unreasonable has a crush on someone with all his heart.On weekdays, I will post photos of some things every three to five times, with words like "Darling should look good in this", "What are you doing now?" "I dreamed about my dear last night."
The contrast with his usual life is huge, perhaps it is this that attracts those little girls even more.And now Wen Yuran felt that he might know who Qianlang's mysterious "dream lover" was, but he didn't feel the excitement of knowing the secret at all.
small theater:
Wen Yuran's behind-the-scenes interview
What is the saddest thing recently?
A: The world gave me a quality dude and I'm not a gay
This is the first time in my life that I don't even dare to take off my clothes in front of the same sex. It's a test of my mental endurance. After all, why would someone stare at the same sex with that kind of covetous eyes! !