When Tang Yifeng came back from outside, Han Zhiyuan was lying on the sofa and watching TV. When he looked up, he found that friend Tang Xiaopen didn't have much joy on his face, but he didn't bow his head down either. Han Zhiyuan couldn't help but be a little puzzled.

Today is the day when Tang Yifeng and Tian Wang Lin Min met. Tang Yifeng has been preparing for this for a week, including his works, emotions, appearance, and packing himself from the inside out. If successful, this will definitely be a part of Tang Yifeng's life. A major turning point.

It stands to reason that with Tang Yifeng's talent and talent, Lin Tianwang has no reason to look down on him, but seeing that he is neither happy nor angry, Han Zhiyuan is a little confused.

Han Zhiyuan got up from the sofa and asked anxiously, "How is it? Have you seen King Lin?"

Tang Yifeng went straight to the opposite side of Han Zhiyuan and sat down, and said "um" very calmly.

Han Zhiyuan looked even more anxious than himself, "What do you mean? Success or failure? What does King Lin Tianwang say?"

Tang Yifeng said irritably, "Let me wait for his call."

"That's good, eight/nine are close to ten, what are you doing with this picture?" Han Zhiyuan was simply inexplicable, he should be full of self-confidence.

In fact, Tang Yifeng's mind was really messed up and annoyed at this time, but not because of his own business, but because of the words of King Lin Tianwang before he parted.

Today, Tang Yifeng finally had the opportunity to meet his long-time idol, with his music dreams and works in his arms, no matter how confident he was, he was still uneasy at this time, but Lin Tianwang was unexpectedly a kind elder in private.

Although Lin Tianwang, who was busy with his busy schedule, used the short fifteen-minute break from the event to meet Tang Yifeng, briefly read his works, and gave some brief pointers, this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

It can be seen that Lin Tianwang is still quite interested in Tang Yifeng's works. Nowadays, there are not many young people who really love music and can stick to it, let alone a very talented person. However, just as the rumors say, Lin Tianwang is quite strict about his work and music. He eventually took away Tang Yifeng's works, and only said that he would read it carefully and give him an answer when he went back.

Even so, Tang Yifeng couldn't hide the joy in his heart. However, in the face of Tang Yifeng's repeated thanks, Lin Tianwang smiled and said to Tang Yifeng, "You don't need to thank me, thank you Xiaohan if you want to."

Later, the King of Heaven sighed enviously, "It's nice to be young, you can do everything for one thing and one person."

"What did you say?" Tang Yifeng was a little surprised.

Lin Tianwang was also surprised when he saw that he didn't know anything, and then Tang Yifeng knew, where did he come from in the short fifteen minutes, it was Han Zhiyuan standing in the cold wind and waiting for four hours in exchange for it .

"It happened to be my personal concert that day, and the time was tight. As a result, Xiao Han waited outside for more than four hours." Perhaps moved by Han Zhiyuan's sincerity, Lin Tianwang, who has never made a false statement, also had a smile in his eyes at this moment. He said, "Very nice guy, I've seen his movies, and his acting skills are also good. The key is to be interesting to friends."

Han Zhiyuan even brought a few songs written by Tang Yifeng and asked Lin Tianwang to take a look, and those songs were written and thrown by Tang Yifeng during the decadent period. He didn't know when he picked them up and sorted them out. .

Not everyone can talk about the King of Heaven. For more than four hours, you don't need to think about the difficulties in this period. At that moment, Tang Yifeng's heart was undoubtedly shocked.

And all this, Han Zhiyuan didn't even mention a word in front of him.

Therefore, at this time, his mind was full of Han Zhiyuan, what he said, what he did... lingering.

"Be happy, be confident!" Han Zhiyuan said suddenly.

Tang Yifeng's thoughts were interrupted by the sudden voice, and he realized that Han Zhiyuan had moved to his side at some point, next to him without speaking, and wrapped an arm behind him and wrapped him in his arms. inside.

Tang Yifeng:  …

It's really not enough to be inattentive for a second, but damn, he seems to be used to his touch, and his body doesn't even respond.

"Who said I'm not confident? Are the Kings very satisfied with my work?" Tang Yifeng couldn't help rolling his eyes.

Han Zhiyuan touched his nose, "Then what's wrong with you looking like this?"

Han Zhiyuan said his body slightly forward, with a serious and curious look, and then his chest naturally pressed against Tang Yifeng's back. Very good, breaking down the movements, one step or two steps, just naturally hugged him.

Tang Yifeng rolled his eyes silently in his heart, and simply leaned back and directly into Han Zhiyuan's arm. This time, Han Zhiyuan was dumbfounded, but the next second he laughed like a flower.

"It's not because of this anyway," Tang Yifeng pretended to be casual and took out his mobile phone to play games. In fact, the first time he took the initiative to lean in, the sound of his heartbeat was really frightening.

Han Zhiyuan had a slight guess in his heart, but he didn't pierce him, he just put his hand on his shoulder, "It seems that we have to organize a big dinner tonight to celebrate."

Tang Yifeng raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "You can do it?" Three points of smile and seven points of doubt, he wouldn't do it himself anyway.

Tang Yifeng seldom smiled, especially when he had a prejudice against Han Zhiyuan before, he was even more sincere, and then because of his own affairs he was always low and decadent.

"Do you look down on people?" Han Zhiyuan simply hugged him from behind, put his chin directly on his shoulder, and looked at the phone screen in his hand, "I can't do it, who has been raised to be fat and white during this time. of?"

"You're fat for nothing." Tang Yifeng frowned, turned his head and glared at him, and then struggled symbolically twice, but someone's hands were strangled to death, so Tang Yifeng had to let him rely on him.

"Yo, I'm talking about pigs. I ate and slept, and slept and ate pigs every day." Han Zhiyuan squinted at him with a smile.

"You are the pig!" Someone blurted out and felt that something was wrong, but unfortunately it was too late.

"Look, why do you always take the right seat? It's really worrying to become a pig's IQ."

Tang Yifeng had a black line on his face. However, I have to admit that Han Zhiyuan's cooking skills are good, he has some basics, and he cultivated at home during this time, eating nutritious meals all day, and then fiddling with some recipes from the Internet when he has nothing to do, and he is still working on it. Can make a great meal.

Two men, a table of dishes, as grand as a New Year's Eve, there is no hustle and bustle outside, no one else, not to mention being alone, Tang Yifeng suddenly felt that his chest was full.

If, if you can...really can, that's fine.

Tang Yifeng couldn't help but raised his head and stared at Han Zhiyuan, who was enjoying himself, as if something in his heart was about to burst out.

But at this moment, Han Zhiyuan suddenly frowned, then abruptly stood up from the chair, turned around and rushed to the bathroom.

Tang Yifeng hurriedly chased after him, and saw Han Zhiyuan squatting beside the toilet, vomiting faintly.

That feeling of tumbling in his stomach made Han Zhiyuan feel the urge to strangle himself every minute, really, it was life-threatening, and he spit out the sour water.

"Go to the hospital!" Tang Yifeng dragged Han Zhiyuan's arm with a sullen face, and was about to drag him out.

Han Zhiyuan hurriedly stopped him, "What hospital are you going to go to so late, you'll be fine if you vomit, I guess you have gastroenteritis again, go and pour me some water."

"It's okay, it's okay, you say it's okay all day!" Tang Yifeng suddenly roared angrily, "But look at your current appearance, you are stubborn!"

"Cough." Han Zhiyuan was a little out of breath, but he did feel much better after vomiting, and in places like the hospital, he always resisted inexplicably, "I guess I ate something I shouldn't have eaten tonight, okay, go another day, it's done. Yet?"

"It hurts to death!"

Tang Yifeng's face was ashen, and he didn't know why he reacted so much. Then he lowered his head and cleaned the bathroom without saying a word. He didn't think it was dirty. Han Zhiyuan stood silently behind him and looked at him like that, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a long while, Han Zhiyuan suddenly said, "I said, can I sleep with you tonight?"

Tang Yifeng paused, "The house is yours, the room is yours, and the bed is yours, you can sleep wherever you want and ask me why?"

Han Zhiyuan grinned, "What's mine is yours."

Then, Han Zhiyuan finally got his wish and slept in the room. It was very good. He had already started to share the bed, but the next second, he saw friend Tang Xiaopen walking out with a pillow.

Han Zhiyuan quickly grabbed it, "What are you doing?"

"I sleep on the sofa." Tang Yifeng said of course.

"What sofa to sleep on!" Han Zhiyuan violently pulled the person onto the bed, and then used his limbs to imprison him, "The bed is so big, what sofa do I sleep on?"

"Han Zhiyuan!" Tang Yifeng was caught off guard. He didn't expect Han Zhiyuan to be so reckless all of a sudden, only to be pulled back by Han Zhiyuan, "Let me go!"

"Don't let it go!"

Tang Yifeng's face turned blue, but he couldn't earn it no matter how hard he earned. The two big men were on the bed... um, they scuffled, "Han Zhiyuan, you unbelievable bastard!"

"Let's sleep together." Han Zhiyuan hugged him tightly.

"Sleep your sister! You give me a break!" Tang Yifeng was about to cry without tears. He was exhausted after struggling for a long time, but he still didn't break free. In addition, he didn't dare to make a big move when someone was sick. Facing a rogue who was stronger than him, Tang Yifeng was completely exhausted. No way. Feeling the hot chest pressing against his back, Tang Yifeng couldn't contain his heart beating wildly, inexplicably panicking, "Han Zhiyuan!"

"Here, don't be so loud." Han Zhiyuan said with a smile against his ear.

Feeling Han Zhiyuan's hot breath, Tang Yifeng trembled unconsciously, and panicked in his heart, "If you don't let go, believe it or not, I'll break your hands and feet!"

"Pfft~" Han Zhiyuan laughed out loud, why is this guy so cute?

When Tang Yifeng heard that the man behind was still smiling, he was immediately angry, and then stabbed the chest behind him with one hand.

"Hey~" Han Zhiyuan gasped from the cold breath, "It's too hard."

"Not dead yet?"

"Hmm~stomach pain" Han Zhiyuan held on tight, but his body stiffened for a while, "It hurts, don't move~"

"Deserving it!" But Tang Yifeng didn't give him another crutch.

Han Zhiyuan took the opportunity and said, "Just sleep here. Anyway, the bed is so big, I promise to do nothing. Besides, are you so afraid of what I will do?"

"Heh," Tang Yifeng let out a sneer, "Is this a question of whether you are afraid?"

"What's the problem?"

"Knowingly asking!"

"Just sleep here," Han Zhiyuan suddenly let go of him, "In case I have a stomach problem in the middle of the night, you can help me get water and medicine."

"Who cares if you live or die? Do it yourself." That said, but Tang Yifeng didn't get up after all, just pulled another quilt and turned his back to Han Zhiyuan with a smile on his face.

Han Zhiyuan looked at the back of Tang Xiaopen's head in a daze. Just now, his body began to heat up again. He was almost certain that this had something to do with Tang Yifeng, and indeed, it had something to do with the demon king's remnant soul.

Is this the rhythm of fast success? It's just, what happened to the original owner's body? Isn't it just gastroenteritis? Why isn't it over yet?

Han Zhiyuan suddenly thought of a question. After the seal of the remnant soul is released, he will inevitably leave this world with his own soul. What will happen to the original owner? Will he have this memory? Also, if the remnant soul left with him, what would Tang Yifeng be like? Is that Tang Yifeng still Tang Yifeng? Or the Tang Yifeng that the original owner liked in his heart?