Xiao Li couldn't hold back, and burst into laughter, "Brother Yan, you are a veteran cadre who has not been in the fandom for ten thousand years, and you have learned so many Internet terms recently."

Not only does Yan Zhenxing know a lot of internet terms, he also knows that he and An Jin now have a lot of CP fans, and CP Chaohua, whose name is Yan An.

In fact, Yan Zhenxing felt that it was more appropriate to call it Ri'an Zhenxing.

You have me in the names of him and An Jin, and I have you in me. As long as you think rightly, you will not think about discordant things.

Xiao Li took a peek at Brother Yan's slightly raised corner of his mouth, and was amazed.

He smelled the sour smell of love!

Now Brother Yan has completely made him forget the terrible appearance of Brother Yan's gloomy face.

Xiao An is awesome, Xiao An yyds!

"By the way, Brother Yan, why don't you stay with Xiao An for a few days?"

"She still has her own things to do. When I'm done here, I won't be picking up new dramas. I'll go over to accompany her."

Xiao Li was caught off guard and got a mouthful of dog food.

Unexpectedly, the business man, Brother Yan, would one day throw his work aside for a woman. It's no wonder that many people on the Internet are worried that Brother Yan has become a love brain.

However, Xiao Li was relieved.

At least this brother Yan made him feel more down-to-earth, not as perfect as before, like floating in the sky.

On the surface, Yan Zhenxing and Nan Yuan did not change much because of their public relationship. Yan Zhenxing continued to shoot his own dramas, and Nan Yuan continued to run his own news. Of course, before going out, she will dress up in advance.

But in private, Yan Zhenxing would often call and send messages to his girlfriend for the sake of getting back on track as soon as possible. Every day, a bunch of fiery roses would be sent to the Virtue Studio without interruption, and his signature was generously written with his name, Yan Zhenxing.

The paparazzi in the Virtue Studio roared in their hearts: This day will never end! They are just paparazzi, not real dogs, why do they eat this kind of dog food every day!

Is Yan Dayingzhu jealous? right!

Because that young master Zhou once chased An Jin?

Yan Daying must not know that Zhou Dashao was indeed chasing An Jin at the beginning, but after An Jin went out with Zhou Dashao a few times, Zhou Dashao's attitude towards An Jin changed, from chasing directly to Ask for a teacher!

It is said that An Jin helped Zhou Dashao facilitate a business.

This business made the second-generation ancestor proud in the family. Today, Zhou Dashao's attitude towards An Jin is only respect, and he has long since lost that kind of flowery intestines.

Virtue Studio.

Nan Yuan had just returned and was about to enter the door.

"Miss An, you came just in time, this is your flower." A man in a work uniform handed over a large bouquet of roses.

Although people send flowers every day, Nan Yuan is not there every day, and sometimes the flowers are collected by others.

She took the flowers and looked up at the person who gave them a look, but the other person had already turned away.

Nan Yuan's eyes narrowed, and she quickly stretched out her hand to open the rose, and saw what was inside.

After only a second of pause, she turned around, walked straight across the road, walked to a passerby, and handed the flower over.

The passerby had a blank look on his face, but after hearing what Nan Yuan said next, the blank look on the man's face instantly disappeared.

The woman in front of her has a calm expression, but her tone is fast and authentic: "Micro bomb, ten minutes countdown. The other party is about 1.8 meters tall, of medium build, wearing a pair of black NK sneakers, about size 43. He will change clothes in the short term, but There's no time to change shoes."

The other party's expression changed suddenly, and he grabbed the bouquet in Nan Yuan's hand and ran away in the direction of less people.

At the same time, the informants distributed in each base began to act.

Nan Yuan looked at the man's retreating back, and there was a trace of killing intent in his eyes.

If it was the people she had offended, the most they could come up with was killing people with a knife on the street, or hitting someone with a car like last time.

This time it was a bomb. If she didn't notice anything strange and brought the bouquet back to the studio, the entire studio would suffer.

Although the power of the bomb is not large, it can definitely injure people.

Such a violent and **** method was obviously not her enemy, but the people who Yan Zhenxing had been waiting for.

Yan Zhenxing quickly got the news here, and his voice was trembling when he called, "An Jin, is there anything wrong?"

"Can I get a call from you if I have something to do?"

"But Mr. Yan, are you hiding something from me? I think you should be honest with me now."

Yan Zhenxing was silent for a moment, then said hoarsely, "Don't go anywhere, I'll come to you right away."

The man who rushed to Nan Yuan overnight, carried Nan Yuan all the way, and finally took her to a small villa with a high-level defense system.

When the man who had been dragging him on his way finally stopped, Nan Yuan looked at him and found that he was in a cold sweat at some point, and his expression was a little wrong.

"Yan Zhenxing?" Nan Yuan called to him.

The man didn't respond.

Nan Yuan squeezed his palm comfortably, "Yan Zhenxing, I'm fine."

Only then did Yan Zhenxing return to his senses, as if he had just escaped from a state of suffocation.

He looked at Nan Yuan suddenly, and then suddenly hugged the person into his arms, his voice was hoarse, "I'm sorry An Jin, those people came after me, I didn't expect it to be so fast, I should have told you in advance, Sorry……"

Nan Yuan heard him say sorry, frowned, reached out and patted his back, "Don't be afraid of Yan Zhenxing, I will protect myself and you."

It would be better if she came earlier, she could kill these people earlier, and save the person in her arms from worrying every day.