After listening to his words, Yan Chao didn't say anything for a long time.

What he had never thought before was that in addition to Wang Hui, there would be a second person in this world who would give unconditional support to all his bizarre ideas.

What's more, the support of the former is always purposeful, a kind of psychological drive of almost pathological crazy compensation. Sometimes it even made Yan Chao feel that, let alone doing a fantastic variety show, even if he wanted to do something crazy, as long as it was within Wang Hui's authority, the other party would not stop him at all.

But Zhou Chenyu is different.

Zhou Chenyu can understand his thoughts, and has never ridiculed his imagination.

For a moment, Yan Chao suddenly understood the phrase Zhou Chenyu often said, "A high mountain and flowing water meet a bosom friend".

He didn't speak for a long time, and after a long while, he said solemnly, "Zhou Chenyu, thank you."

Zhou Chenyu was still joking: "I don't thank you for your kindness, unless I promise you."

His voice was full of joking smiles, Yan Chao knew that he was just joking, but even so, he still felt that his heart was about to fly out of his throat for a while.

...if only he wasn't joking.

The various experiences since knowing Zhou Chenyu, together with this New Year's Eve night, kept replaying in Yan Chao's mind over and over again.

Obviously, from the first time met him, was full of disgust for him, but in the end, how could the development of things be inexplicably twisted to the point where it is today?

The special family background and growth experience made Yan Chao mature prematurely, sealing his true self in an impeccable skin, and no one can enter his heart.

What's more, after entering the so-called "big dye vat" in the entertainment industry, he is more aware that there is no good intentions for no reason in this world, and there is no absolute pure feeling.

Only Zhou Chenyu, in his gradually stylized life, broke into the coastline in Yan Chao's heart like a free swimming fish.

In the past twenty years of Yan Chao's life, he has never had such a wonderful feeling for anyone.

He has always been a person with strong self-control, but this time, he thought he could control it, but he didn't expect it to be so terrifying in the end.

But Yan Chao knew very well that no matter how close they were, their identities and backgrounds determined that from the very beginning, he and Zhou Chenyu were people from two different worlds.

Yan Chao can accept that he likes a man so calmly, but Zhou Chenyu is different.

The children of the traditional Quyi family, let alone steel straight men, even more or less straight men with cancer, probably will not doubt their sexuality at all.

Zhou Chenyu himself also said that the reason why he is flirtatious is that they are both straight men by default. If Yan Chao rashly pierced that layer of window paper at this moment, it would only surprise him, and the worst result would be that the two of them would not even be friends.

What's more, the words on the dinner table tonight reminded Yan Chao all the time that Zhou Chenyu, as the inheritor of the Zhou family's folk art, will definitely be the same as his master and buddies. A happy and prosperous small family is the right way for him to inherit the lineage.

Thinking of this, Yan Chao's ears suddenly heard the "daughter-in-law" that Zhou Chenyu always talked about.

Such a title that has always made Yan Chao ashamed to open his mouth, but Zhou Chenyu always takes it as a matter of course and is very natural, coupled with the cynical Beijing young master's tone, inexplicably makes people feel that it sounds terrible.

But except to himself, Yan Chao didn't like to hear Zhou Chenyu say this word on any other occasion.

Because whenever he said this, there would be hundreds of girls in the audience eagerly responding to him, reminding Yan Chao all the time that there would be such a gentle and virtuous girl who would become such a gentle and virtuous girl. Zhou Chenyu's real daughter-in-law.

Thinking of Zhou Chenyu's sloppy hooves on the stage, Yan Chao's heart suddenly rose with an inexplicable anger, and he wished to build a golden house, tie him home, hide it, and never let others see it again. arrive.

After thinking about it like this, Yan Chao was amused by his absurd thoughts.

He considers himself to be a calm and peaceful person, and there has never been any person or thing that can arouse such a strong possessiveness in him.

Except for Zhou Chenyu.

Suddenly, there was an even sound of breathing in his ears, and Yan Zhao turned his head in the darkness, only to see the person beside him quietly closing his eyes, and he seemed to have fallen asleep.

He could finally stare at Zhou Chenyu's handsome face without any scruples, and carefully trace the handsome outline of the other party with his eyes.

His gaze wandered unscrupulously on Zhou Chenyu's face, his rosy eyebrows, the bridge of his nose upturned, and his thin lips.

Then it settled in that position.

These two soft thin lips had appeared countless times in his spring and autumn dreams day after day, lingering around him gracefully, stirring up karmic fires that could not be quelled.

This is the scene of Yan Chao's countless midnight dreams. The man's gentle breathing is now close to his ears, making his whole heart beat wildly involuntarily.

Yan Zhao looked at him, then he leaned down unexpectedly and placed a very light kiss on his thin lips.

He was really like a fish, and even his lips were cold when he fell asleep, so the moment he touched those two soft pieces, Yan Chao's heart sank, only to feel that the boiling blood all over his body turned into a Wang gentle spring water.

In the spring water, his little mermaid slept, with sparkling waves on the tip of his tail, like a ray of life in a dark world.

Yan Chao was young, but he had to bear a lot of hardships. He had long been used to being alone and never dared to have any unreasonable thoughts about the future.