"Yan Han, when did you become like this..." Qin Lang wanted to say something bad, but he felt that the word would only sound like a slap in the face, so he swallowed the words back, then pushed Yan Han away, and turned his back on his face with a cold face. He is lying on the bed.

The room is not really just a bed. Like the standard room in the hotel, there are two beds, and they are not narrow, even if it sleeps two people, it can sleep.

Qin Lang stared at the wall with his eyes open, unable to change his teammates to change rooms. Yan Han only told the director that the two of them were secretly married, so it might not be revealed, but if he really said that they are now divorced, and after the divorce, Yan Han also chased after the show group to deceive them that they have not yet divorced, then this gossip It can be said that it is really big. And there are so many people in this program group, and if they are not in good order, they will leak out.

Qin Lang sighed irritably, Yan Han had eaten him to the death, and he had no choice at all.

After running all morning, Qin Lang really wanted to sleep. He lay on the bed with his back taut for a while and pretended to lie down for a while. Yan Han seemed to be just staring at him and didn't intend to sleep with him, so he I really fell asleep.

Qin Lang had a dream, he dreamed of Ye Qian. On the first day of the university, when he returned to the dormitory at night, he was pressed against the door by Ye Qian and gave him a strong kiss. The evil and domineering smile on that man's face coincided inadvertently with today's severe cold, and even the unilateral mandatory sentences after the kiss were very similar.

Ah…

Qin Lang's eyelashes trembled, he woke up, but he hadn't opened his eyes yet. He could hear it without asking the system, and there was a sound of breathing not far from him, although it was very light.

He twitched his eyelashes again, and rolled his eyes under his lids twice, hinting to the cold that he was about to wake up.

"Hmm..." Qin Lang opened his eyes, feeling a little confused when he just woke up. He looked at the cold so close that he rested his head on the pillow with one hand, and had an evil smile on his face. He didn't understand the situation for a while, thinking that He was still in his dream, showing an unsuspecting smile to the other party, "Severe cold..."

The rustling voice was the murmur of a lover. Hearing Yan Han's heart seemed to be scratched by a feather, it was light and itchy.

Then, a second later, the gentle smile on Qin Lang's face suddenly froze, he bounced up on the bed, and said angrily, "Why are you in my bed?!"

Yan Han looked at Qin Lang, who jumped out a long distance in shock, his eyes were full of defense, he squinted slightly, deliberately flirting, his tone was lazy and sexy, very provocative: "Baby, it's almost two o'clock, we have to go out. now..."

Qin Lang gritted his teeth and glared at Yan Han, pretended to be calm and got up with a cold face. However, when he put on his shoes while propping up the edge of the bed, he blinked several times, still revealing the extreme unease in his heart when he heard this man call him "baby" in such a doting tone.

Qin Lang took a small deep breath. He had to admit that anything in Yan Han's body, inside and out, could easily affect his mood.

The severe cold for him is like taking drugs. It is easy to fall in love, but difficult to quit. I know it's harmful to me, but I can't help but want to smoke. Qin Lang believed that if he spent some time and more energy, he could quit, but it didn't include that drug. The drug was always showing off in front of him, tempting him to be an addict. The gentleman tasted it again and again.

This is too painful, Qin Lang thought.

Qin Lang adjusted his mood, opened the door expressionlessly and went out to gather, never looking at Yan Han again.

After Qin Lang went out, Yan Han was still sitting on Qin Lang's bed, with a relaxed expression on his face. He frowned deeply. If you look closely, you can see a bit of hesitation in those deep eyes, not hesitating whether to chase Qin Lang or not. , but hesitant to do it himself, Qin Lang will not be too painful.

He saw that Qin Lang lowered his face just now when he put on his shoes, a pained expression. Lightly frowning brows, slightly red nose tip, brows and eyes full of forbearance and depression, as well as uncontrollable pain.

Yan Han squeezed his eyebrows, took out a cigarette and lit one.

His pain is given by you, and it is a matter of course for you to heal. What's more, this is not only a responsibility, but also mixed with true love.

When Yan Han went out, several other people came out one after another, some in good spirits, some with sleepy eyes, but they were undoubtedly all beautiful women and handsome men, very seductive. Especially the youngest Bai Quan, lowered his head and rubbed his eyes, accidentally tripped himself a little, stuck his tongue out at the little friend who laughed at him, showing his cuteness and cuteness.

Seeing Yan Han's gaze, Bai Quan turned his head to the side and smiled at Yan Han. Yan Han looked away rather indifferently, and turned to look for Qin Lang.

Qin Lang and A Shuang were under the grapevine trellis, leaning against the wooden trellis, with their backs facing the cold. There was a relaxed smile on his face, and if he hadn't been careful, he probably wouldn't have seen the bitterness hidden in his smile.

Qin Lang raised his head, as if he was looking at the crystal clear grapes and the blue sky on the shelf, but he was actually just trying to hide the loss that was about to be hidden in his eyes. Sure enough, why did Yan Han come to the show team for himself? Bai Quan is still here, although I don't know why Yan Han didn't go to Bai Yue, but Yan Han came to the show because of Bai Quan, not...

Forget it, isn't it just a reality show, everyone is an actor, just like this one day, Ren Ren is over, just treat him as a partner who came to participate in the show.

Qin Lang put on his smile again, walked back to his teammate calmly, and even joked with the man. Yan Han was a little surprised. After all, he had just been angry with Qin Lang, but although it was an accident, he was willing to approach Qin Lang.

The busy running in the morning is not useless, and the tasks of Qin Lang and Yan Han in the afternoon are basically no problem. On the contrary, A Shuang and his group, one mu of land was too big for the two of them, and the other two groups of pear and apple picking groups also returned, and the four groups worked together to complete the task of the corn field.

The eight people returned to the courtyard in a mighty manner, and they also cooked dinner together. After dinner, they played small games. The atmosphere was especially good. This day's recording is also a perfect end to work.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Yan Han followed Qin Lang back to his room. As soon as he entered the room, the aura around Qin Lang changed.

He changed his shoes, threw his coat on the bed, took loose clothes and went straight to the bathroom to wash. He didn't look back at Yan Han from beginning to end, even though the man's eyes were always locked on him, with a scorching temperature.

The sound of running water came from the bathroom, and Yan Han was a little upset. Obviously, in the afternoon and evening, Qin Lang's approach was just acting. The severe cold of winning several consecutive film emperors is still obvious, not to mention that that person is Qin Lang. It's just that he doesn't quite understand the change in Qin Lang's mood now. It stands to reason that when the two of them get along, Qin Lang should be like noon, with anger, instead of turning a blind eye and feeling disheartened like this.

Yan Han frowned and looked towards the bathroom. Did Qin Lang misunderstand something? What can be misunderstood, and who can be misunderstood? Yan Han squinted his eyes and chuckled lightly. Is that the little fresh meat that looks like Bai Yue?

Qin Lang is an idiot.

Yan Han also threw his coat on the bed, and was about to "talk" to Qin Lang who was taking a shower, when Qin Lang's cell phone rang.

Qin Lang's cell phone was placed under the jacket, and the ringtone was the default, with a single tune. Yan Han glanced at the bathroom door, the sound of water inside had not stopped, Qin Lang should not have heard it. He took out his phone and glanced at it, the words "Brother Jing Yu" were particularly prominent on the screen.

Ah! Yan Han didn't have the patience to wait for the phone to hang up automatically. The ringtone failed to ring to the fourth paragraph, so Yan Han hung up directly. The screen returns from the call interface to the screensaver interface. Yan Han stared at the picture of himself on the screen for a long time, and then put the phone back under Qin Lang's jacket when he didn't see the annoying three words.

"Clap", the bathroom door opened. Qin Lang went in and out, but it only took five minutes. Probably just a simple shower.

Yan Han was a little surprised, after all, he imagined that the "talk" with Qin Lang seemed to end before it even started. But when he saw Qin Lang wiping his hair with a towel while striding towards his bed and pulling out his phone, Yan Han instantly understood.

——Qin Lang's mobile phone screen is a picture of the cold.

He was afraid that Yan Han would find out that he still used his ex-husband's photo as a screensaver, and that Yan Han would find out that he still had a crush on his ex-husband.

Yan Han sat on his bed, folded his legs, and stared straight at Qin Lang with an unidentified smile.

Qin Lang turned his back, gritted his teeth and desperately ignored the sight that fell on his back. He took out his mobile phone and glanced at it, and the face of Yan Han was still on the screen. It had only been one night, and he couldn't find it without changing Yan Han, right?

Qin Lang put his mobile phone in his pocket and went to the cabinet in the room to blow his hair. After blowing, put the hair dryer back in the public area, not leaving the possibility of letting the cold come to him. Although, from the moment he entered the room, the man's eyes never took his eyes off him.

Yan Han saw that Qin Lang was done with his work, he smiled and his eyes were about to speak when the single tune rang again.

Yan Han frowned subconsciously. No one would be too happy if he was interrupted twice. What's more, he heard Qin Lang answer the phone and called out "Brother Jing Yu" in a warm voice.

"Well...I just finished taking a shower and I'm about to rest..." Qin Lang scratched his hair that was a little messy by his ear, "...No, I had a good time. The 16th of next month? Yes, I'm free, of course I will. Come…"

Not knowing what to say over there, Qin Lang glanced at Yan Han uneasily, pursed his lips slightly, and continued to reply after a while, "Nothing... I will consider the script, um... I'm very free anyway..."

Qin Lang said two more words to Jing Yu about his work arrangements and hung up. After hanging up, he lay down on the quilt without a polite "good night", and fell asleep with his back to the cold.

"..." Yan Han is even more unhappy, is he being ignored directly?

Yan Han called him tentatively, "Qin Lang?"

The other party did not respond, and there was no change in his actions. There are two possibilities for this state of being completely ignorant. One is because you are unfamiliar or hate it and feel that there is no need to pay attention;

Qin Lang has always been used to being gentle, and he can probably do this when he is angry.

Yan Han moved his seat and sat on the side closer to Qin Lang. There were many rare words: "Jing Yu's phone number? What about next month? He asked you out? Date?"

Qin Lang remained motionless and did not answer.

Yan Han pressed his voice in displeasure and asked, "Does he like you?"

Qin Lang closed his eyes tightly, and couldn't see anything from behind. If he went around to his side, he would find that his hands were clutching the sheets tightly, his knuckles turning white.

Still not hearing an answer, Yan Han was not annoyed, he shifted his position again, and there were some slight soft noises on the bed. Qin Lang was so nervous that there was some embarrassment on his face. Yes, he got it, Yan Han looked at his cell phone. Jing Yu said that he had made a phone call before, but was hung up. It was just the two of them in this room, and it was obvious who did it.

The rustling movement on the bed next door disappeared. Qin Lang guessed that it might be because of the coldness that he didn't get a response from him, so he fell asleep because he felt bored.

Qin Lang just breathed a sigh of relief, but he felt that the bed behind him sank a little.

Yan Han went straight to bed and got into his bed. A gust of wind came in under the quilt, and it also brought in a warm body.

Qin Lang's body was stiff, and he didn't dare to look back - because he heard the man's gentle tone, and said behind him: "Baby, is my photo good? That one is a bit old, do you want to take a new one? The kind of scale, only let you shoot alone."