The personal secretary mistakenly slept on the black-bellied president

Because of this, it's amazing and ridiculous that people can pinch up.

But none of this has anything to do with him, all he does is complete the story written by Ranran.

Since that silly girl said that she wanted to give him happiness in the novel, then he would show her happiness.

Heh~ As early as when I read the original text, I vaguely felt that it was her, so I went to compete with Homecoming for the role of Ling Lang in one fell swoop.

Because this play has a different meaning to him. [

Opening the script with a smile, after the main text of the first three issues, there are a few extra episodes, all of which are about the sweet events after the two protagonists get together.

I don't know if it's intentional, but in addition to mixing Japanese, French, and English, the Fanwai also mentioned Italian.

No matter which language it is, he has learned it before, and it is even something he likes to talk about on weekdays.

"This guy." Feng Xuan raised his thin lips, and when the tiger teeth were exposed, there was a little bit of spring snow melting, and the smile was the taste of the king.

Before he could open the recording software, QQ rang, it was a message from the master.

[v Xuanyuan] Are you there?

[A person's journey] Yes.

[v Xuanyuan] Go to sk.

Go to sk now?Are you going to talk about the post?Feng Xuan thought for a while and typed a few words on the keyboard.

[A person's journey] There is nothing on the post, so there is no need to go to sk.

[v Xuanyuan] Xiaotu, I didn't intend to talk about the post.There is nothing to say about things that don't exist in the first place, I'm asking you to come to SK to play against each other.

【Journey alone】Okay, I'll come right away!

He didn't expect that his thoughts would be so consistent with his own. He likes the scope of supporting dramas purely because of his liking.Feng Xuan stretched lazily, reached out to open the system software, casually thinking that V Xuanyuan seems to be a good person.

"Xiaotu, in this Italian sentence, although the pronunciation of the g is the same as that of the g, but the voiced consonants need to vibrate the vocal cords, try to record it again."

Feng Xuan hummed, recalled the previous lines, and repeated them with the tip of his tongue in the way V Xuanyuan said.

V Xuanyuan is a very knowledgeable person, his knowledge is not only applicable to dubbing.

No matter what kind of language it is, it will become an authentic exotic style in his mouth, and he doesn't know what major he has learned in reality.

Feng Xuan guessed that it should be literature.

The plot of the episode is very short, and it was recorded very quickly. [

After the two of them finished talking, Feng Xuan said he was sorry that he was going to the library today, so he got off sk, packed up the documents, and left the door with a dark brown leather bag on his shoulders.

The sun outside is very good, and the National Library is full of people. It is not realistic to find a seat to sit down.

Feng Xuan walked around the first floor twice, but couldn't find the book he needed, so he could only go up, walked back and forth, and finally found the book he wanted on the third wooden shelf.

Just when Feng Xuan was about to reach out, the book in front of him was picked up by a pair of strong hands.

He subconsciously looked to the side, surprised slightly, it was Tang Yan...

Tang Yan's black suit was half open, and the bright red knitted sweater was exposed. Apart from being stunning, he couldn't find a trace of femininity.

He walked over slowly, with his tie slightly pulled, and he felt very businesslike. Looking at it from a close distance, he was indeed very mn.

Seeing Feng Xuan, he curled his lips into a smile, his eyes under the golden frame were black and white, giving him a dignified look.

Compared with Tang Yan, Feng Xuan's reaction was much more casual. Standing beside him, leaning back slightly, with his eyelids half-closed, he didn't have much cheerfulness. He looked suave and unrestrained, but his expression was sleepy and lazy Very: "Brother."

"What a coincidence." Tang Yan was still smiling, not intending to let go of the book in his hand.

Feng Xuan's eyes fell on it, and there was a ripple in his eyes, his expression was a little cold, but his tone was polite: "Brother, I was the one who read that book first."

"Oh? Really?" When the man laughed, the corners of his mouth would be raised, but he didn't feel warm and moist. Instead, he looked like the devil's butler in Black Butler.

Feng Xuan nodded: "That's right, I saw it first."

"But..." when Tang Yan spoke, he leaned forward and put one hand on Feng Xuan's back. Although the two are about the same height, one is 1 meters and the other is 83 meters, but there is only a short difference of three centimeters , just because of his posture, it was more provocative: "I got this book first."

Hearing this, Feng Xuan narrowed his amber pupils slightly, and met the man's sharp gaze without any intention of giving in.

The library is very quiet, except for the rustling sound of flipping through the papers, everyone only uses the corners of their limbs, and there is no sound of speaking.

Gradually, there is a feeling of the needlepoint pointing at the wheat awn here, coupled with the posture of the two people, it is more or less ambiguous.

The four eyes meet, one smiles like a devil, and the other is as cold as frost, you can almost see the sparks colliding violently in mid-air.

half an hour.

Feng Xuan frowned and turned his body sideways, then walked out from the angle that looked like a forbidden bundle.

"What? Are you going to give up?" Tang Yan spoke again, with a low tone and a slight sense of oppression.

Feng Xuan glanced at him and said coldly, "Come out with me." [

Tang Yan looked at the back that was tall and straight like a pine and cypress, and the corners of his eyes were bent downward.

Sure enough, when beautiful things are broken, they always look pleasing to the eye than usual.

The two walked from the second floor to the first floor. Tang Yan paid the bill and then walked from the first floor to the parking lot.

There were not many people in the parking lot, only a few cars drove out occasionally.

After walking for a while, Feng Xuan stopped, took out cigarettes and a lighter from his pocket, tilted his head and lit one, with his eyelids half lifted, and blew a smoke ring towards Tang Yan: "What do you mean, senior brother?"

"It's nothing interesting." Tang Yan's words were clearly opposite to his actions. Holding the book in one hand, he stretched out the other hand to take the cigarette out of Feng Xuan's mouth. Brewing fun.

Feng Xuan looked at the cigarettes that he had snatched away, raised his long and narrow eyes, and then gradually recovered his composure, and put his hands into the pockets of his hooded coat out of fear of the cold: "It seems that brother likes this brand very much. smoke."

Tang Yan glanced down at the slightly moist cigarette butt, raised his hand, put the cigarette between his lips, and took a sip, letting the spicy taste pervade the entire mouth, he raised his lips and smiled: "This taste is really good .”

When talking about the taste, Tang Yan paused for a moment, those smiling eyes were intentionally placed on Feng Xuan's thin pale lips, with a hint of aggression.

Feng Xuan frowned, thinking that there was something on his face, but he didn't care, he just looked at Tang Yan, then stretched out his hand, and threw a pack of cigarettes in his hand...