Guan Han was not used to let her heart soaked in sugar water, and changed the topic and said, "Let's change clothes."

Fu Yujun regained her nature and teased her with her eyes: "Will you change it together?"

"..." Guan Han said, "Everyone will change their own."

She couldn't help but speak out the barrage in her heart and said slantedly: "I said last night that I was an upright person."

Fu Yujun: "Hahahaha."

The first thing that Fu Yujun and Guan Han know about the closeness of their relationship was Fu Yujun's assistant Ai Ya.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Aiya and the driver came to pick Fu Yujun up and filmed the magazine. They took the elevator to the floor and rang the doorbell as usual.

The one who opened the door was Guan Han, wearing a blue striped formal outfit, fashionable and serious, tall, long hair was meticulously combed behind her head, and a pair of silver-edged metal-framed glasses were mounted on the bridge of her nose. She nodded slightly, and her expression was cold and distant.

A sound came from afar, like a person in the bedroom, lazy and idle.

"Dear, who is outside?"

Guan Han turned around: "Aiya."

"I'll come out right away."

The footsteps of the slippers twitching on the ground, Fu Yujun, wearing a light white long skirt, came out. The length of the skirt was below the knees, revealing half of her white and well-proportioned calves.

Fu Yujun walked a few steps away from Guan Han and turned around like a ballerina. Her white skirt rotated and flew, like a white butterfly.

She stopped, and the butterfly stopped, biting her lips slightly, with a little shame on the corner of her mouth.

"Does it look good?"

Guan Han's lips curled up slightly, and her eyes softly said, "It looks good."

Aiya's mouth twitched.

Is this still her mature and steady sister Jun? And what's going on with this long skirt? It's so little fairy, right? Does she want to compete with Tang Ruoyao for a personality?

Is the evergreen tree of friendship in the entertainment industry inevitably heading towards a disintegration ending?

The strangest thing is Mr. Guan. Bailian has become a razor-finger. What mysterious and ulterior motive happened last night!

The two of them changed their shoes and went out. Guan Han held her and Fu Yujun's bag in one hand, and held each other with the other hand, with her fingers interlocking. Ai Ya looked carefully and found that her expression was a little uncomfortable, looking elsewhere, but she didn't resist, so she should just be unaccustomed.

Needless to say, Fu Yujun held each other's hand with one hand and hugged one of the women's arms with the other, making her smile sweetly. As big as an elevator car, she and Guan Han occupied a small corner, sticking together like a baby.

Guan Han's face was squeezed and deformed by her face, and her glasses were crooked. She said helplessly: "Yu Jun."

Aiya: "!!!"

Even the title has changed! Mr. Guan always calls Sister Jun with his name and surname outside.

Fu Yujun straightened her glasses, rubbed her nose against her neck, and her expression was intoxicated.

Aiya's eyes lit up, and she suspected that they could stage a bargaining chip that could be played at any time and anywhere, and the elevator Pre, etc., was it too exciting? But there seemed to be a surveillance camera inside.

She shrank herself into the corner and occupied a perfect observation position, and by the way, she would like to worry if it really happened, should she remind the two of the surveillance problems, or would she take the initiative to block the camera?

Even though I am less than 160, I can't stop two 170-year-olds.

Fu Yujun and Guan Han did not do anything in the elevator, and Ai Ya didn't know whether to feel sorry or glad. After leaving the elevator, Fu Yujun immediately abandoned the bird and followed everyone's character, with long legs, thin heels, large sunglasses, and red lips were cool bean paste color, with aura of 2.8 meters.

Guan Han had a three-meter-long aura and walked beside her.

Aiya was responsible for picking up the bag, and followed her like a little follower.

After getting into the nanny car, Fu Yujun started hanging on Guan Han as a human-shaped koala, which made Ai Ya wonder if she was schizophrenia.

Guan Han held the tablet as if nothing had happened and reported her the next itinerary.

After watching for a while, Ai Ya suddenly remembered, huh? Isn’t this his own job?

Aiya: “…”

After Guan Han finished reading, she touched her head that was pillowing on her shoulders: "Are you tired?"

The two had a fight last night. The person who was in love couldn't help but his heart beat faster while lying in hand. His eyes in the dark depicted the outline of each other, and he hugged and kissed each other as he looked.

Fu Yujun acted coquettishly: "Tired..."

Guan Han put her down and let her pillow on her lap: "Then you sleep for a while."

"Are you with me?" Fu Yujun blinked.

Guan Han nodded briefly.

Fu Yujun pulled her over with one hand and closed her eyes in her face.

Guan Han logged in to his work email with one hand. As a popular artist, Fu Yujun received many invitations, including variety shows, reality shows, interviews, film and television dramas, etc. The quality is uneven. The ones that are passable at a glance are selected by the team, and the ones that are passed in the first round are decided by Guan Han after weighing them. Some of them have tricks will be sent directly to Guan Han, both public and private, and Guan Han is extremely concerned about Fu Yujun's career.

After she replied to an email with a focused expression, she realized that itchy sounded from her waist.

She looked down and Fu Yujun was still closing her eyes, but her eyelashes trembled and she didn't fall asleep at all. Her hands were pinching her abdominal muscles through her shirt.

Guan Han didn't say anything and tightened her body silently.

Fu Yujun was shocked.

There was originally a thin layer of soft flesh, with clear lines, solid and powerful pieces, and the heat was continuously transmitted through the fabric, like a red soldering iron, almost burning Fu Yujun's fingers.

Fu Yujun resisted the urge to retract his hand, but his face couldn't help but turn slightly red.

Guan Han switched to the chat software, typed a few words in the dialog box with Fu Yujun, and sent it.

Fu Yujun's mobile phone was shocked. He was caught and couldn't hold it even after he was caught and he couldn't fit it while sleeping. He opened it and read the news.

Guan Han:【Do you like it?】

Fu Yujun: "!!!"

She looked at Guan Han in shock.

I didn’t expect that Guan Guan would be like this.

As a theoretical giant and a talented novice in action, Fu Yujun teased her back: [I prefer it to soften it, like a soft willow branch, and can't wait to twist and cater to me, just like that night]

Guan Han: “…”

Is this an upright person?

[System message: Fu Yujun withdraws a message]

The upright Fu Yujun said concisely: [Like]

Guan Han no longer wants to pay attention to her.

Aiya looked at them quietly under her nose and spread her feelings on her phone.

There is a breakfast stall downstairs of the building where the magazine was filming, selling pancakes and fruits, and the fragrance spreads to ten miles. Fu Yujun ate breakfast at home, and the love breakfast prepared by Guan Han himself was still tasted average, but Fu Yujun was satisfied and ate it all with face.

Now that I smell the fragrance of pancakes, the greed in my stomach is drawn out, and love makes people's appetite greatly increase.

Fu Yujun entered the building and went there to take a look.

Guan Han stopped and asked, "Want to eat?"

Fu Yujun shook his head: "I'm full, I can't eat it."

Guan Han said: "Take a bite and give me the rest."

Fu Yujun's eyes were slightly bright and he was a little moved.

Guan Han knew it and said, "I'll buy it for you."

Fu Yujun grabbed her sleeve: "Oh."

She wanted to forget it, but Guan Han pressed her hand down and said, "It's okay, I'll be back soon. Aiya."

Aya: "In."

Guan Han explained, "Go in with your sister Jun first." His voice became more colder than when he talked to Fu Yujun.

Aiya is used to it: "Okay."

Guan Han looked down at Fu Yujun's high heels and said, "Please help her when you go up the steps."

Aiya: "Okay."

Guan Han looked at Fu Yujun’s skirt today and added: “Please look at the surroundings and don’t let others get too close.” Some people with inferior quality will deliberately take pictures of girls’ exposure, even if the hem of the skirt is long enough, Guan Han said something more.

Aiya lowered her head and covered the smile that flashed in her eyes: "I know."

Guan Han looked Fu Yujun up and down, confirmed that there was nothing to explain, and said, "Go."

Aiya grabbed Fu Yujun's arm and carefully escorted her up the steps.

Fu Yujun turned around halfway and saw Guan Han walking towards the breakfast stall. Her eyes had just frozen. Guan Han felt something and turned her head to look at her.

They were separated by a long distance, but Fu Yujun felt that this was the closest moment they were.

Guan Han made a gesture and urged her to go up first.

Fu Yujun smiled and stepped up the steps lightly, stepping on high heels as if walking on flat ground.

Aiya hurriedly reminded: "Slow down."
To be continued...