Yan Xun, the brown bear, was carried by Fu Chengshu's big suit, and struggled twice, feeling that this suit had tightened his grip, and most of his body was tightly wrapped around him like a silkworm pupae. Fu Chengshu's body temperature was still in his clothes, and Yan Xun felt quite warm.

When he was brought back from the welfare home by Fu Chengshu, he also ran a few times, because he had nowhere to go, and he hid in a utility room in the garden. Because of the cold and hunger, he was frozen into a ball.

When Fu Chengshu found him, he also went over to him lightly, wrapped his clothes around him, and then just like he was guarding him in a castle, he protected him on his chest and took him out.

Yan Xun struggled twice and did not move. This kind of contradiction in public is like an idol drama. Yan Xun felt humiliated.

Oh, what an idol drama.

Yan Xun simply buried his small face in his suit, closed his eyes tightly, and let Fu Chengshu carry him away.

My heart was still angry.

No, I can't just leave it at that!

Fu Chengshu sat on the car and hugged him tightly, and Yan Xun's little heart thumped and pounded.

He and Fu Chengshu had never had this mode of getting along.

Ambiguous and unclear. It seems to be in the Cold War, it seems to be making contradictions, it seems to be making harsh remarks.

But how to go now, Yan Xun didn't know.

Got out of the car and got home. Zhao Lai was busy in and out of the house, and the two aunts were also shuttling around the house, cleaning and serving dishes. The world is peaceful, the world is quiet.

Yan Xun's little head popped out of the suit, furry and messy, like a chick that had just broken out of its shell.

When Zhao Lai saw Yan Xun, he rushed to the kitchen and said, "Both are back, Sister Zhao, you hurry."

Inside was Sister Zhao's sharp and happy voice, "Soon, soon."

Fu Chengshu put Yan Xun on the sofa, went to the terrace by himself, and made a phone call. Yan Xun on the couch was too angry because of the anger just now, so tired. He decided to take a break. But he didn't want to give Fu Chengshu a good look, so he calmed down and brushed his mobile phone.

It doesn't matter if you don't brush, the mood that was already peaceful in a brush suddenly broke again.

Only to see the entry has made him not calm, one by one are friends are surprised, lest the world is not chaotic.

"Yan Xun's live broadcast was interrupted only because of....."

"The feelings of the real giants sweet pet wen are going to become fans."

And the entry "princess hug" made Yan Xun feel even more faceless, and directly skipped these terms.

And one of the first five entries: "The side face is gone".

Yan Xun was thinking, is it the artist's unique beauty out of the circle? A little bit open, it turned out to be Fu Chengshu's big hand blocking the posture in front of the camera.

The phone can't be seen, the net can't be on. Yan Xun angrily threw down the mobile phone, and saw Fu Chengshu holding the mobile phone.

That side face..... Great.

Fu Chengshu seemed to feel Yan Xun's gaze and looked over to this side.

Yan Xun had to pick up the mobile phone again.

Half an hour later, the aunt happily informed that it was time to eat. She knew that after Fu Chengshu and Yan Xun returned together, she made a big table full of them. There is not only cheese lobster, but also steamed lobster, sashimi whole shrimp feast.

"Xiao Flood, I made you a pudding that you love to eat." Aunt Zhao said.

Yan Xun still had an unhappy face, but quietly swallowed his saliva.

He could refuse the lobster, but he couldn't refuse the pudding.

"It's time to eat." Fu Chengshu coaxed softly, seeing that Yan Xun did not make any movement, bent down, and carried Yan Xun in and put him on the table.

The family is not surprised by this.

Yan Xun often played like this, and Fu Chengshu coaxed him like this.

"Little flood, try it." Aunt Zhao smiled and changed her clothes. She was going home, but before she left, she wanted to hear the two of them praise her cooking skills.

A table of dishes, rich and bright in color. All kinds of aromas overflowing, cheese, meat, garlic... Yan Xun gulped again and secretly swallowed his saliva.

Yan Xun thought to himself, he was angry with Fu Chengshu, and he couldn't give his qi to his aunt. Auntie made so many dishes, so hard. So Yan Xun scooped up the milk pudding and fed it to his mouth. Soft, sweet, fragrant.

"It was delicious."

Hearing Yan Xun say, Aunt Zhao left satisfied.

If Yan Xun looked at Fu Chengshu at this time, he would find that he was actually like Aunt Zhao, showing a look of letting go of his heart.

Fu Chengshu picked up a piece of lobster, picked the meat out of its shell, and sent it to Yan Xun's mouth, "It was only roasted, and it was still hot." Fu Chengshu's voice was low and soft, which was the voice line he used to coax Yan Flood.

At this time, Yan Xun still had a large mouthful of pudding in his mouth, and his face was bulging, pinning his face aside, ignoring Fu Chengshu.

Fu Chengshu put the shrimp meat on the dinner plate in front of him, and then went to clip another piece.

When Yan Xun had finished eating the pudding, he looked at the lobster meat piled up like a hill. The aroma is like an explosion, intensely aromatic, with a warm cheese smell.

Yan Xun didn't even think about it, and subconsciously took a bite and sent it to his mouth.

And the next moment...

Yan Xun's brain crackled, and all the voices were noisy: When you see the food, you forget that you are fighting with Fu Chengshu? Forgot that he forced Liu Ning into the crew and replaced the master brother?

Forgot that he also stirred up the live broadcast, so that he did not dare to go online until now?

"Is it delicious?" I heard Fu Chengshu ask in a low and soft voice.

Two seconds later, Yan Xun: "Hmm. With a loud bang.

He couldn't be sorry for his aunt's good craftsmanship, and he couldn't say anything against his conscience.

At the same time, he noticed that Fu Chengshu had not eaten a single bite, and a whole piece of dragon meat was piled up on his plate.

Yan Xun lowered his head, and his dark eyes turned in circles, and he took another bite and fed it to his mouth.

When he ate the tip of the hill, Fu Chengshu began to peel the steamed one for him again.

Yan Xun sipped his small mouth, put down his chopsticks, and tightened his face, "I'm full."

If he didn't put down his chopsticks, all the lobster meat would go into his stomach for a while, and Fu Chengshu wouldn't eat it.

"Eat some more." Fu Chengshu said, "There is so much more. Yes, but there is still one lobster left.

"I don't want to eat it." Yan Xun stood up as he spoke, and before leaving, he took three more puddings.

Fu Chengshu looked at the back of the child running upstairs, sighed, and put down the chopsticks.

Yan Xun only knew that he wanted to leave some delicious food for Fu Chengshu, but he didn't know that if he wasn't around, Fu Chengshu couldn't eat at all.

Yan Xun rode a bicycle in the gym for half an hour, and his thin body was covered with sweat. No, thirty minutes was his limit. Fu Chengshu was still on the phone on the terrace after dinner, as if there was something urgent and important.

Yan Xun heard footsteps. The door was pushed open, and Fu Chengshu followed him. He gave Yan Xun a towel, and Yan Xun couldn't get over his own sweat, so he indifferently took the towel and wiped it.

Fu Chengshu handed the water cup over again, and Yan Xun thought that he could not oppose his own health, so he took the water indifferently and drank half of it.

At night, Fu Chengshu hugged Yan Xun and gently patted his back with one hand.

Yan Xun still closed his eyes tightly and ignored Fu Chengshu. However, the habit made him want to drill into Fu Chengshu's chest.

Yan Xun, hold on. You're the man who's going to divorce him today.

But another voice said: You can't divorce him at all... You're just trying to scare him and make him compromise.

Yan Xun then snorted with his nose, pushed Fu Chengshu away, turned around, and turned his back to Fu Chengshu.

Fu Chengshu hugged him from behind and buried his head in Yan Xun's neck socket.

In the darkness, Yan Xun blinked his dark eyes.

Husband, I will not divorce you........ I will never divorce you in this lifetime. If you want to leave, I will... Let you be discredited, throw you to the ashes...

Holding it like this, it's so comfortable...

Yan Xun fell asleep in a daze.

Yan Xun slept until ten o'clock, his eyes were open, and he felt a hundred times more energetic.

Thinking about yesterday's Fu Chengshu actually made him a little distressed.

Stop, Yan Xun, don't be soft!

Next, Fu Chengshu came back every night and ate with Yan Xun. Yan Xun was still angry, but he couldn't hold back. He had always loved to talk to Fu Chengshu, and when he was with Fu Chengshu, he was like a talking idiot, talking non-stop.

You let him have a cold war with Fu Chengshu like this, and Yan Xun felt that it was himself who hurt himself, not the other party.

Whenever Fu Chengshu came back, he would bring him gifts. All kinds of small snacks, as well as gemstones he bought handily, watches, and new decorations.

Just like more than a month after Yan Xun confessed to him, Fu Chengshu squeezed almost all the time and accompanied him as much as he could.

But Yan Xun just ignored it and hid in the house to read the script.

Although he also wanted to hide from Fu Chengshu, he really didn't have a place to hide. And he believed that if he really ran away from home, within an hour, Fu Chengshu would find himself.

After all, when I was a child, I often ran away from home.

......

Three days later, Yan Xun's mobile phone rang, it was Beiwangchuan. Yan Xun was overjoyed, "Great God, is it time to turn on the machine?" 

Because of the abundant funds, the script is almost finished, and "Learning God" is in a state that can be turned on at any time.

Yan Xun especially wanted to join the group now, and he felt that he was almost unable to hold back. The Cold War was too hurtful, and he wanted to be spoiled too much. I wanted to roll in Fu Chengshu's arms. I wanted to kiss him so much.

The next moment, Yan Xun suddenly realized that even if he turned on the machine, he would not go. There is Liu Ning without him!

"Liu Ning resigned." The great god said.

Yan Xun's eyes lit up. Sure enough, Fu Chengshu gave in.

"So, my brother?"

"Cough, we have contacted Yu Jing." Beiwangchuan sighed a little, "Xiao Xun, thank you very much." "Thank

you for what I do?" Yan Flood is happy. Sure enough, as long as he was angry, Fu Chengshu would give in.

However, you are not right.

What did Beiwangchuan say next, Yan Xun's careful thoughts had flown. He had a tangled mind, and after Fu Chengshu returned in the evening, whether he would pay attention to him or ignore him.

After a few days of cold war, I was embarrassed to speak. However, if you continue like this, you will also be broken.

It's so hard.

So Yan Xun sat on the sofa with his little feet in his arms, turned over for a while, and rolled over for a while. Looking at the gloomy weather outside and about to rain, it is even more tangled.

Fu Chengshu didn't know if he had brought an umbrella with him.

In fact, what does it matter if you bring it or not? When cars come and go, there will be an assistant to take care of everything for him.

It's just that Yan Xun thinks of when he was a child. When he was in school, Yan Xun especially loved rain, because as long as it rained, Fu Chengshu would personally come to the school to pick him up. As soon as he stepped out of the school gate, Fu Chengshu pushed the car door open, and then the black umbrella propped open on his head.

He liked to see Fu Chengshu holding up an umbrella. Standing tall in the rain curtain, it has the reliability and gentleness that can make people infinitely attached.

It was at that time that he began to like Fu Chengshu.

As soon as you see him, your pace will speed up, your heartbeat will speed up, and your smile will unconsciously hang on the corner of your mouth.

When Fu Chengshu's big hand landed on his hair, his joy would reach its peak.

Yan Xun wanted to remember his poor and naïve childhood, while looking out with his eyes. The sky was getting darker and darker outside, how could I not see Fu Chengshu go home?

Yan Xun's mobile phone rang, grabbed it and looked at it. It's the master's. What a disappointment.

On the other end of the phone, you can feel Yu Jing's excitement, "Yan Xun, "Xueshen" and I signed a contract. "That's great." Yan Xun was also happy for his brother in his heart.

"Yan Xun, thank you."

"It's yours."

Yan Xun fulfilled his promise to the master brother, and his mood was much relieved, but his mind was not on this now.

"Xiao Xun, don't get into a tantrum with Mr. Fu." Yu Jing turned a corner.

Who lost his temper with him?

"I didn't. It was he who always treated me like a child. Yan Xun said angrily. This is the source of all evil.

"The domineering president may just be a little unreasonable." Yu Jing said.

"He's not a domineering president, and he's not unreasonable. I was adopted by him when I was eight years old and he spoke equally to me and had a lot of respect for my opinion. Yan Xun said.

The afterglow on the other end of the phone suddenly didn't know how to answer the phone.

However, he figured out one thing, this overlord could only yan Xun himself say badly, and what others said was that he was an enemy of him.

Just then, Zhao Lai's mobile phone rang. Yan Xun couldn't help but prick up his ears. Because of the Cold War in the past few days, Fu Chengshu would directly confess to Zhao Lai.

Yan Xun didn't have the heart to talk to Yu Jing anymore, staring at Zhao Lai. Sure enough, Zhao Lai said three words to him with his mouth: Mr. Fu.

There seems to be a lot of explanation over there.

Zhao Lai put down his mobile phone, "Xiao Xun, Fu Xian said that he had something temporary tonight and would not come back to accompany you to dinner." Maybe it's late, he said it's going to rain today, let you get dressed more. 

A strong sense of disappointment welled up.

Yan Xun hugged the pillow and rolled on the sofa a few times.

Oops, what can be done about this?

Is it so hard to reconcile?

......

At this time, Fu Chengshu was sitting in the driver's seat, driving the car himself, and his face was heavy. The vehicle silently drove into an upscale community, into the underground parking lot, and parked the car. Press your fingerprint to enter the elevator and press down to the 23rd floor.

The elevator door opened, Fu Chengshu stepped out, and before he could press the doorbell, the door had opened, and it was Liu Ning inside.

"Pretty fast." Liu Ning said, but his tone was not relaxed.

Fu Shenshu didn't answer either, and went straight in. Also sitting in the living room was a man in his 60s. He was slightly chubby and somewhat out of shape, but the wrinkles on his forehead and his thick black eyebrows gave him a sense of seriousness.

"Officer Zhao..." Fu Chengshu said.

Officer Zhao waved his hand and pushed a brown file bag on the coffee table, "I will retire in half a month." I know you haven't believed the police's conclusions and are still pursuing it. This is all the information at the time.

"You're suspicious too." Fu Chengshu said.

Officer Zhao sighed. He also had a few questions, so he kept tracking down the matter as well. It's only been twelve years.....

"Thank you." Fu Chengshu solemnly said these three words and took out the information in the bag.

What comes into view are some photos, although only a glance, but it can be seen that it is a tragic car accident scene. Inside the car were a man and a woman, looking miserable, and even some organs were incomplete.

Liu Ning read it many times, but he still couldn't help but move his gaze.

Fu Chengshu's gaze fell on one of the man's hands, looked at it for a few seconds, and turned over the information behind it.

Inside was the transcript of the relevant person, and Fu Chengshu still found out the dictation of that person first.

"You still doubt him." Officer Zhao sighed.

"He must have been there." Fu Chengshu said.

......

When Fu Chengshu returned, Yan Xun was already sleeping in the dark, the quilt was kicked by him on the soles of his feet, and his wrists and ankles were thinly exposed.

Fu Chengshu pulled a quilt into a quilt and covered him. The fingers lightly nodded at the tip of Yan Xun's small nose again.

He let Liu Ning withdraw from the play, not knowing if this little guy was happy in his heart.

It should be less angry.

If there is one more point.....

Then tomorrow, I will definitely coax him back.

......

When the assistant pushed open the door, he couldn't help but sigh when he saw that he still had a messy hair on his back and was sitting on the bed in a daze.

"Uncle Zhao said you didn't get up, and I still don't believe it." Are you going to record a show today? How did you make yourself look like this? This is a night of brushing the phone, is playing a night of games. None

of them. He waited for Fu Chengshu last night until one o'clock in the morning, and he didn't see his shadow.

But when he woke up in the morning, he found himself wrapped in a bed and knew that Fu Chengshu had returned at night.

But last night I waited for this person for so long, and I didn't say hello in the morning, and the person disappeared again.

Yan Xun lost some of his breath, and at this time he surged up again.

Oh no, not angry.

It's a song.

Fu Chengshu didn't love himself as much as he used to.

"Ancestor, what else are you stunned about?" The assistant found him clothes.

Oh yes, there's still work today.

As soon as he talked about work, Yan Xun's spirit came and he jumped out of bed. Today, you can see Beiwangchuan, Yu Jing, Ming Jia, and Director Gao Ming.

It's just that Yan Xun saw a pair of panda eyes in the mirror, and the milk-like skin also seemed to have no luster, and it was a bit dull.

"Just make up for it on the way." Zhou Deyue coughed next to him.

Recently, he didn't dare to say anything to Yan Xun, and Yan Xun seemed to have an opinion on him. Because of Fu Chengshu, he was also implicated. Yan felt that he and Fu Chengshu were together, so he divided his anger against Fu Chengshu a little on him.

However, he secretly observed Yan Xun and found that he was in a good mood today.

This episode of the variety show recorded today is particularly special. It is a program planned by the "Xueshen" crew and a certain platform: "Xueshen Assembly Number". The invited guests are all actors from the crew of "Learning God".

"Learning God" will enter the group next week, and this recording can be said to be an excellent publicity.

There is also a point that makes Yan Xun feel excited, that is, the recording location is the largest new studio city. After recording, you will spend the night inside.

Originally, he planned to ask Fu Chengshu to play with him.

Thinking of this, Yan Xun was depressed for three seconds and then he was elated.

......

Although every girl has a castle dream in her heart. But when Yan Xun saw the castles where the princesses lived, the wooden houses where the elves lived, the tree caves where the monsters lived, and the wizards' swamps, Yan Xun's heart was full of excitement.

Yan Xun was placed in an elf cabin, and halfway through he met the Great God.

Beiwangchuan came over and grabbed Yan Xun's shoulder and patted his back with his hand.

After his expression was complicated and difficult to say, he said, "Yan Xun, thank you."

Yan Xun was shouting in his heart: You are an author, not an actor, why are there so many scenes? Want to ask me and Fu Chengshu how are they now, is it better to ask directly?

However, Beiwangchuan still has a strong desire to perform. A face was difficult to speak, worried about Yan Xun.

Zhao Hui and Ming Jia also came to face.

Mingjia saw Yan Xun and walked up with a quick pace.

Her big twinkling eyes revealed the same curiosity and concern as the god and all kinds of complicated information.

Zhao Hui was as simple as ever, with a hint of self-righteous laughter in his eyes, and that smile seemed to say: I said earlier that I saw through everything.

"Yan Xun, how did you and Mr. Fu get into such a fight?" Zhao Hui said.

"Xiaoming's grandfather lived to be 80 years old." Yan Xun asked Li Hui to be less nosy.

"I'm just a little confused, what are you and Mr. Fu messing with?" Is it because of Liu Ning. But people are green plum bamboo horses, and you are too stingy. 

"Zhao Hui, what did you say?" Mingjia squeezed him hard, "What is stinginess?" 

"I'm giving him advice, Mr. Fu gave him a step down, if he doesn't go down, he really doesn't know what will happen in the future." Zhao Hui zhenzhen has words.

"You don't have to worry about that. No matter how Fu Chengshu is, he will not hook up with each other outside like your husband. Yan Xun said.

How could Fu Chengshu have anything to do with Liu Ningzhen. His cultivation and character could not have allowed him to do such a thing. He was just not happy with Liu Ning's existence. Liu Ning's sense of existence was too strong.

Moreover, Yan Xun had a feeling that something seemed to be hiding from him between the two people.

What the hell is going on?

......

The people who studied the gods reported one after another in the tea room. The tea room is a large terrace-like place with an elegant environment, a sea of flowers outside, and a view of the game facilities under the four, as well as various film and television-themed buildings.

Yan Xun's heart was eager to try, his round eyes glowed, and various projects and experiences in the studio were beckoning to him. But this is a show after all, and there is a certain procedure to go. A dozen cameras surrounded them.

The live host of the platform is also very interesting, did not invite artists, or professional hosts, but directly invited the director of "Learning God" Gao Ming. The high director has been standing behind the camera, and now that he has reached the front line, he also has a sad face. Even the wrinkles have deepened a lot.

"Gao Dao, how sad, and me." The platform assigned him a professional host to help him on the side.

"Thank you." Gao Ming said in his heart that he was worried not only because of the host, but also because of another matter.

"No thanks. When the recording is over, just assign me a role.

Gao Ming thought to himself. I thought, I can't decide anyone.

Yan Xun didn't want to drink tea either, he held the milk teacup, and his eyes couldn't help but glance at the staff in a small bear puppet who had been standing silently on the side.

Although the brown bear is furry and looks quite cute, Yan Xun can see that he is taller than himself.

Although it is late autumn, not as hot as mid-summer, but wrapped in this layer of ragdoll clothes, it should not be so comfortable.

Gao Ming saw Yan Xun's gaze, and he cleared his throat, "This is the tea of our program sponsor Xiao Xiong." 

All corners of the tea room are stacked with various fancy drinks of Little Bear's tea.

As Yan Xun thinks, many program groups will now anthropomorphize and visualize sponsors in the form of this cute pet. Make their ad transplant cute and not annoying.

Just one episode was recorded, and the staff had to wear such clothes for more than ten hours, which was very guilty.

And do you need to stand all the time?

The live broadcast of "Learning God" continued, and two more artists came. Come up and hug and say hello to everyone. In front of the camera, it seems that everyone is an old friend for many years, and it is like a brother who has been missing for many years.

The great god suddenly began to fidget, he looked at the time on his mobile phone from time to time, and kept looking around.

Finally he couldn't hold his breath and coughed loudly, "Guys, I have an important thing to publicize, and a very heavyweight will come over in a moment."

Beiwangchuan said, and also took a special look at Yan Xun.

The sensitive Mingjia's eyes lit up, but she instantly felt that her thoughts were too incredible. Elder Fu was taking advantage of every opportunity, how could he come over. Even if he wanted to coax Yan Xun, there would be other ways, and there was no need to run here.

Sure enough, the girl was too dreamy.

"Who?" Yan Xun asked.

The great god's reason was mysterious, and the solemn matter made Yan Xun also interested.

But the great god just didn't say it, watching Yan Xun's gaze become a mysterious god again, wanting to talk and stopping, Yan Xun wanted to jump up and give the big god a look.

The great god looked at the time again, "Oh, it should be this time."

Gao Dao coughed twice, "Wangchuan, just now we received a notice that this person is not coming because of a temporary matter."

"Ah, why? How can this be? The god's face was bloodless, "How could I not know." Didn't you say it was decided? How can it be?

Gao Ming coughed twice more, busy diverting the topic, "Who is this again?"

 I saw a ponytail girl with a selfie stick in her hand and came over. It is the book fans who have been fighting for Fu Xun CP.

This book fan usually calls her: Miss Ginger.

"I am Jiang Xinyue, playing Teacher Jiang in "Learning God.") Miss Jiang's apricot eyes shone brightly, and she looked directly at Yan Xun.

Who is Teacher Jiang? There will not be more than five shots in total, but it is such a small role that actually comes with great joy.

The great god whispered in Yan Xun's ear, "Her uncle is Jiang Weiming, she has to make a role in it, and there are few shots, she is actually an anchor."

 "Didn't he go abroad?" Yan Xun exclaimed.

Jiang Weiming can be said to be a miracle in the performing arts industry, the first is not an artist, but it is louder than the name of the artist. Because he has a very deep background and is super capable. In just a few years, he has brought out three movie emperors under his hands, two of which are still international. It was only a dozen years ago that he suddenly went abroad and lived a life of seclusion.

"Recently returned home. It's very low-key, and I know that too. The great god said.

Miss Jiang, who walked through the back door and entered the crew of "Learning God", was innocent and harmless, looking at Yan Xun's eyes shining with the brilliance of motherhood, which made Yan Xun begin to wonder if it was his own mother fan.

Of course, Yan Xun did not know that Miss Jiang was actually famous in her own super words. Many of the posts are written by her.

Yan Xun went to see the brown bear again. He knew he was paying a little too much attention to him. But there was no way, because on his twelfth birthday, Fu Chengshu had gone into the puppet to celebrate his birthday, leaving an indelible impression on him.

To this day, he still remembers Fu Chengshu as if he had been soaked in water.

Just as Yan Xun was looking at the brown bear, the brown bear suddenly turned around and walked out of the tea room.

Yan Xun's eyes couldn't help but chase out. I saw him strode out into the garden, crouched down, and went to pick a small yellow daisy. Although his hands are in the muppet, his movements are still very crisp.

The brown bear is tall and mighty, holding a golden flower in his hand, with a sense of contrast.

I saw him turn over Dun Hou's body, walk over to Yan Xun, and hand Xiaohua to Yan Xun.

Yan Xun's eyes narrowed and sparkled.

It's so cute, it's so cute.

"Sent to me?" Yan Xun said.

The brown bear nodded.

Although Yan Xun guessed that it was only for the advertising effect, Yan Xun found that he liked the bear.

"Thanks, I love it." Yan Xunwei raised his head towards the little bear, bent his eyes, and smiled.

The brown bear's large hand lifted up, as if trying to touch Yan Xun, and then halfway through the hand, he touched his hairy head. It looks so cute.

Because Yan Xun and this brown bear are too eager for the camera, more than a dozen photographers are around one person and one bear.

And Miss Jiang faked public welfare and private, and also opened a live broadcast.