My prince

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date="2020-12-21"

title="My prince "

weight="112559"

series = ["Superstar, No Big Deal?!"]

mode = "manual"

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"No matter what, I'm just a visitor to you," the green-clothed boy leaned against the wooden door with endless despair and bitterness on his face. The hand holding Yuxiao trembled, "I thought I could be with you. Heming, but I was wrong. What you want is not a piano and a flute, but a piano worthy of yours."

Tears, sliding down the cheeks, not not without tears, but not in the depths.

Luo Yanqian looked at the young man in red with a pain in his heart. He didn't know whether he was talking about lines or what he said in his heart, so he played the role of dyed bamboo and himself naturally.

The red-clothed boy paused slightly with his hands on the piano. He turned his face and smiled, but did not look at the green-clothed boy. He whispered, "Actually, I don't want anything, I just do myself."

The green-clothed boy was stunned, and suddenly he staggered. He held the door and smiled miserably. He burst into tears. Did he lose here? Did he lose here?

The green-clothed boy laughed and cried wildly. The red-clothed boy's head cut a wound on the strings, and the bright red blood remained on the white fingertips, which looked extraordinarily coquettish and blinking. He suddenly raised his head and looked out the window. The peach tree bathed in moonlight whispered like a sigh, "Peach blossom, thank you."

"OK" Li Nan stood up and said, "Come on." He didn't look at the monitor anymore, because this scene made his heart flustered. As a director, his emotions were affected by the actors' shots. This is not for the director. Good thing.

Luo Yanqian sat down weakly by the door. He looked at Shan Yatong, obviously not getting out of his emotions.

Shan Yatong stood up, glanced at Luo Yanqian, turned and walked towards the dressing room. The speed is slightly faster than before.

Luo Yanqian smiled bitterly. He knew it was not because of himself, but because there was another person waiting for him in the hospital, and that person was waiting for him wholeheartedly.

Liao Ran, who had been watching the play by the side, looked at Shan Yatong's back, and then at Luo Yanqian who was sitting on the ground, and sighed. It is rare to say that this scene is so cute and cute.

Shan Yatong has finished shooting all the shots, only the two sets of shots with Xiao Qishen are left to complete the whole scene. It was already ten o'clock in the evening when he changed his costume, and he got into the nanny car tired.

"Go home?" Lu Fan asked uncertainly.

Shan Yatong opened her eyes with astringent meaning, "No, go to the hospital." His beautiful eyes gleamed brightly.

Lu Fan nodded clearly, and the driver in front naturally obeyed Mr. Shan's words, without saying anything, turned around and drove towards the hospital. Lu Fan pushed his glasses and looked at Shan Yatong with thoughtful eyes. He suddenly thought of something, his hand was slightly stagnant, but he didn't say or ask.

At this time, the time for visiting the sick has passed, but for the artist, this kind of thing belongs to the air, which cannot be seen or grasped. Shan Yatong got off the car and led Lu Fan into the building through the back door, and looked after entering the elevator. Obviously he was exhausted to the extreme, leaning on the elevator wall to raise his mind.

"Yang Jun called and said it was just a bone displacement, and it would be fine for a few days," Lu Fan couldn't help but speak when he saw him like this.

Shan Yatong opened his eyes, his gaze fell on Lu Fan, and he smiled and said, "I know." Even if he is a gold broker, this person can't be truly cold-blooded. He doesn't have anything like this. Brokers should have Zhou peeling style.

Lu Fan pushed his eyes uncomfortably, thinking that a thirty-year-old man had been looked at by a hairy guy with such a look, how awkward he was thinking.

In a senior ward, Xiao Qishen glanced at the wall clock on the wall. It was almost 11 o'clock in the evening. Yatong should have finished filming by now. Isn’t he too tired to go home and rest, so he didn’t come to see himself?

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"Old Xie, Yatong really didn't call to ask?" King Xiao asked frustratedly. In fact, today Yatong said that after the filming, he would come to see himself to comfort him. The more I think about it, the more saddened he is. King Xiao is still grieving. Array, enough to make a horror movie.

Xie Xun glanced sympathetically at King Xiao, "I called today and Lu Fan said that Shan Yatong was very busy. I rushed several sets of shots today, and I am afraid it will be very late to finish the shots." Today I keep watching Xiao Qishen's waves. The artists were all stopped by himself. He knew that there was only one person waiting for this person, and this person was born indifferent. How hard will this road go? He didn't want to see the second Tang Ruanqing. When Jing Anjue passed away, Tang Ruanqing's state frightened him.

He still remembers Tang Ruanqing talking to the empty walkway. At that time, he almost really thought there was someone on the walkway. It was also at that time that he knew that Tang Ruanqing liked Jing Anjue and liked a man.

Tang Ruanqing is different from Xiao Qishen, but Shan Yatong and Jing Anjue are the same, with the same cold-blooded and indifferent, but he really does not want the two people to end in the same sadness.

"Pray, if" If Shan Yatong doesn't come today, just give up, because he doesn't have you in his heart, Xie Xun can't say it in the face of Shuang's slender peachy eyes, because these eyes are still full of look forward to.

"What if?" Xiao Qishen looked at Xie Xun as if he wanted to say something but stopped, raising his eyebrows, "Don't say it," he said, he continued to glance at the wall clock habitually. It was already past 11 o'clock. Up.

Seeing him like this, Xie Xun didn't say anything in the end. He sat on the sofa beside him and started to cut the fruit. What he could do, anyway, he was just an agent, and he couldn't control that far or control.

Before Xie Xun finished cutting a piece of fruit, there was a knock on the door. Xie Xun glanced at Xiao Qishen, whose eyes were shining. He sighed in his heart. This should be a house inspection. He might be disappointed.

Opening the door, he saw that it was indeed a doctor, but what surprised him were the two people behind the doctor, the haggard Shan Yatong, and the expressionless Lu Fan. Xie Xun hurriedly let them into the house. It's just that there is still some reaction.

Shan Yatong's appearance shows that he is exhausted. Even so, why don't you come to see Xiao Qishen? It suddenly occurred to him that maybe Shan Yatong was not so ruthless to Xiao Qishen, he should be.

The doctor asked Xiao Qishen some questions. Seeing that everything was in good condition, his mental state was abnormally good, but there was nothing wrong, he went out of the ward wisely, joking, and saw that the second master looked at the artist’s eyes. There is an inside story, isn't he boring to stay here?

Lu Fan glanced at Xiao Qishen's face ten times better than Shan Yatong, and sat down on one of the sofas, "I'll say he's okay, look at his current state is better than you." Shan Yatong's workload tomorrow Of course he knew how old he was. With such a tossing back and forth, his body would have to fall down sooner or later.

Xiao Qishen saw Shan Yatong’s excitement and turned into worry when he saw Shan Yatong’s state. He sat up and pulled Shan Yatong onto the bed. "How pale is your face? How much did Li Nan drive today? The lens?"

"It's okay," Shan Yatong rubbed his forehead and lay down on Xiao Qishen's big soft hospital bed. There was no shame in occupying the magpie's nest. Of course, the small bird who was occupied was also very happy. There was no two people willing to fight and suffer. Notice the weird faces of the two agents next to him.

He rubbed the soft bed, there was no unpleasant smell of medicine, it was good, he yawned and said in a daze, "Your injury is okay, and I'm relieved."

A certain day king with a hand hanging from his neck saw him like this, bent over and took off his shoes, patted him and said, "Lie down and sleep well." By the way, he gave Xie Xun and Lu Fan a look, meaning They can disappear.

Xie Xun touched his nose and despised the idiot who was so happy when King Xiao Datian took off his shoes. He hummed. If you have the ability, you can also take off his clothes. If you have the ability, you also throw this kind of look to others?

Lu Fan is obviously calmer than Xie Xun. He just looked at King Xiao yd's smile and sneered in his heart. People with disabilities can't eat even if they want to eat now.

The door was gently closed, Shan Yatong wrapped the quilt around her body, her voice was vague, "I'm going to be exhausted, Li Nan that bastard#%" So now is the truth, the calm one just now He didn't know whether it was for Lu Fan or Yang Jun.

The corners of Xiao Qishen’s lips raised slightly, and Shan Yatong became more and more relaxed in front of him. This way, he made himself feel closer, his smile became more and more obvious, and the curses in his ears became smaller and smaller, and finally became With regular breathing, Xiao Qishen knew that the person lying on the same bed with him was asleep.

After gently covering Shan Yatong with the quilt and adjusting the temperature of the air conditioner, Xiao Qishen only looked at Shan Yatong's sleeping appearance and felt very peaceful. He couldn't help but feel slightly when he remembered the things he had learned about Jing Anjue. Feeling distressed for him, crazy for love, the mother who finally jumped off the building before his eyes, the father who abandoned their mother and son, the poor life in the orphanage, and his brother who had bad intentions in the name of friendship, struggling in the entertainment industry for years, although in the end Became the king of heaven, but was killed by a woman. In fact, his life is rarely lucky.

Compared to the things Shan Yatong encountered, Xiao Qishen felt that the things that he thought were unfortunate in Shan Yatong’s eyes might be just a joke. He feels distressed for this person. Maybe it’s because he fell in love that he felt distressed. He knew he was not. Holy Father, there is no extra sympathy, but looking at the teenager sleeping beside him, he can't restrain his heartache. He dare not think about how Shan Yatong came over those days, nor dare to think about it when he was still When Jing Anjue became a superstar of Uranus, how much blood and sweat did he put in.

I didn't dare to think about it, I was afraid that when I thought about it, I would regret why I didn't meet this person and didn't protect this person.

Gently kiss the boy's forehead, good night, my prince, from now on, I will fill your life with luck.