"I don't ......" Before the word was spoken, the Ming Yanren had already been pushed in.

There was no finger black in the haunted house, only bright red finger prints and deep green light on the walls, and a roaring howl in the ears.

Ming Yan's legs were weak, and he was about to run away, when he turned around to find that the door had been locked, and the four children were nowhere to be seen.

Naughty ghosts, tricksters don't carry this.

Ming Yan had no choice but to go in, closing his eyes tightly, only daring to show a gap to distinguish the direction.

Suddenly, a real NPC in the "prison" ran over from the bed, clutching to the railing and dangling back and forth. The eyes were empty, only two blood holes remained, and the blood ran down the dead white cheeks, roaring angrily.

"I'm very lonely in the Netherworld, come down and stay with me!"

The space was cramped, and the woman's voice was shrill and crying, crackling, as if she was going to rush out and arrest someone in the next second. Ming Yan was so frightened that he didn't dare to come out, he wanted to cry without tears, and forced himself not to look at her, so he ran with all his strength.

It's just that this haunted house is a maze design, and under the panic of Ming Yan, I didn't find any lighting props to use, and I went on a rampage and was trapped in a dead corner.

Shen Shiyu, where are you?

At this time, Ming Yan only wanted to see Shen Shiyu in his mind, and remembered yesterday's quarrel, aggrieved and scared, squatting on the ground and crying.

"Hey. ”

Mingyan was immersed in emotion, and he didn't notice that a woman with a cloak was approaching in the darkness behind him.

"Hey. ”

"What. Ming Yan subconsciously went back, followed the sound and looked back, and looked at the terrifying-looking female ghost.

The next second.

"Ahh Screams resounded throughout the haunted house.

Ming Yan's face turned pale with fright, shaking his shoulders, and he forgot to get up and run away.

"This one is for you. The female ghost took out a delicate rose from her coat and grinned, which was even more terrifying.

When she didn't catch the smoke, the female ghost threw herself into her arms, turned around and slipped away.

A few seconds later, another ghost came, dropped the rose at the foot of Ming Yan and left.

After a while, Ming Yan looked at the dozens of roses at his feet and was stunned, what does this mean, did it trigger any script?

The funeral of the roses?

She was puzzled, and when the next imp appeared, she grabbed it: "You, can you take me out?"

The little ghost turned his back to him, and his voice was deliberately suppressed: "Beautiful mother, sister, there will be a handsome guy who is more handsome than me to save you, you silently recite his name in your heart." ”

Why is this sound so familiar?

Before Ming Yan had time to think about it, the little ghost had already run away, and sighed: "He won't come." ”

"Ming smoke. ”

A cold, hoarse male voice sounded overhead.

"Shen Shiyu. Ming Yan raised his eyes, and was pleasantly surprised to find that it was really Shen Shiyu, stood up and pounced, and between his snorts was the good-smelling men's fragrance on his body, and his heart fell back into his stomach.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here. Shen Shiyu's arms tightened.

After hugging for a while, Ming Yan realized that something was wrong and broke free: "Why are you here?"

"Because I heard that someone needed me. Shen Shiyu's thin lips hooked a gentle smile, took out the ring box from his pocket, and knelt down on one knee, "Ming Yan, are you willing to marry me?"

Ming Yan was stunned.

"I will be your support at all times, protecting you from the slightest bit of harm. Shen Shiyu's eyes were serious, and his deep eyes clearly reflected Ming Yan's surprised tears.

"All the wealth I have, including mine, is yours, are you willing to take it?"

This proposal came too suddenly, Ming Yan's head was like fireworks exploding, scattering into a little starlight, without any hesitation, nodding and agreeing.

Shen Shiyu pushed the ring up and firmly clasped it.

"Hooray, Daddy's marriage proposal was successful. The haunted house lit up, and Momo ran out of the fork in the road.

"I had a good idea. Xuan Xuan puffed out his chest proudly.

Zhao Zhao ran out with Che Che, who was wearing heavy makeup and a big coat, and Che Che didn't forget to turn around and throw a wink at the female ghost lady, "Thank you for the candy from the beautiful sister." ”

Okay, sure enough, it's channeled.

Ming Yan couldn't cry or laugh, and wiped his tears: "Aren't we in a cold war?"

How can anyone propose at such a time?

And still in the haunted house.

"It's me who didn't communicate well with you and didn't respect your wishes. Shen Shiyu recognized that Ming Yan was his weakness, "Forgive me?"

Even he couldn't see her sad for a minute.

So when the milk dumplings proposed, they readily agreed.

Shen Shiyu took out the last rose from his back: "From now on, only I can give you roses." ”

Ming Yan nodded, and the two reconciled as before.

The family left the haunted house and played a lot at the amusement park before returning home.

In the evening, Shen Shiyu agreed to let Ming Yan go to filming, and Ming Yan also promised word by word: "I will protect myself well in the crew and keep my distance from other male artists." ”

She knew Shen Shiyu, and after calming down, she naturally understood the jealousy he was hiding in his words, and firmly assured him at this time.

Shen Shiyu replied lightly: "Hmm." ”

The smile stretched out in his eyebrows and eyes could not be hidden.

What he didn't believe in was always men with bad intentions.

"Isn't it time to change your words?" Shen Shiyu raised his eyebrows.

Ming Yan was shy, and those two words rolled in his throat, a little unspeakable.

"Say it or not, huh?" Shen Shiyu imprisoned the person in his arms, clasped his waist with one hand, and scratched the itchy flesh with the other.

"Okay, okay, I said it's not okay?" Ming Yan surrendered and shouted softly as fast as he could, "Husband." ”

Shen Shiyu's eyes couldn't be suppressed, he took off the obstructive nightgown on Ming Yan's body three or two times, kissed Yin Hong's lips strongly and gently, and walked his hand on the white skin.

Everywhere he went, Ming Yan felt panicked, passively bearing warm love.

The figures are intertwined and overlapped, and the room is charming.

The next day, Ming Yan reported to the crew, put on makeup backstage, held the script in his hand and memorized the lines, faintly felt a little sore, remembering the madness of last night, his ears were red.

"Your family Mr. Shen is too high-profile. Lin Xiaoyu leaned over and opened Shen Shiyu's Weibo homepage.

The account was newly registered, and the first Weibo post was posted just five minutes ago, and the content was a picture of two people holding ten fingers clasping, and a diamond ring the size of a pigeon's egg on the ring finger glowed.

With the text: "Successfully stamped, Mrs. Shen." ”

It can also be regarded as a false rumor that said that Yan was Shen Shiyu's mistress before he was slapped in the face.

Ming Yanwaner took out his mobile phone and posted a Weibo in response, "Tell me a lot, my Mr. Shen." ”

"It's so sour to eat dog food early in the morning. Lin Xiaoyu quipped.

This time the shooting is a short group portrait of the parents, inviting many old artists of the older generation, Ming Yan will humbly ask for some lines and acting skills in the gap between filming.