After the kiss ended, Song Shilin rubbed Bai Yu's lips with his fingertips, a complex expression flashed across his face, and he said casually: "What did you just talk about?"
Bai Yu avoided talking: "It's nothing."
After a pause, he continued: "I don't want to talk about this topic. My matter is settled, let's go back first."
Song Shilin hummed and did not continue to ask - he saw the sadness and despair in the other person's eyes.
And, deep guilt.
Bai Yu walked into the small room, picked up the little watermelon, and looked at the half-awake child crawling into his arms. He smiled, lowered his head and kissed him, then put on his coat and hat, and then went out. Walk.
Song Shilin stood at the door and looked at him.
When Bai Yu passed the man, he suddenly said: "Don't go investigate. When I want to say something, I want to tell you myself."
Song Shilin's stern face softened and he said "Hello" in a low voice.
Bai Yu also breathed a sigh of relief.
The two of them tacitly stopped mentioning the matter and walked side by side to the door. As they passed the small dark room, Bai Yu said, "How long do you plan to keep him in jail?"
Song Shilin said lightly: "Wait until people outside completely forget about him." And, after he forgets about himself.
Bai Yu had no doubt that he was there.
In the small dark room, Qi Yan looked straight at the darkness in front of him with wide eyes, and murmured in a low voice: "When did I kill someone? When...I didn't."
Bai Yu's announcements for the next period of time are very tight. Because he was hospitalized and needed to adjust his health, Mr. Zhang not only helped him reduce a lot of work, but also tried his best to help him delay the start of work that could not be turned off.
But even so, Bai Yu needed to go out to work on the fifth day after he was discharged from the hospital and returned home.
Fortunately, although Bai Yu has a lot of work to do next, it is all in Huacheng, and it is just some interviews and shooting advertisements, so it does not require too much hard work.
Bai Yu breathed a sigh of relief.
But he didn't know that if Song Shilin hadn't removed some minor obstacles behind his back, he wouldn't have had such a long rest.
That night, Bai Yu returned home looking tired. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Song Shilin standing in the house preparing to leave, and he immediately raised a smile.
He had a heavy workload these days, so the pick-up and drop-off of Little Watermelon was left to Song Shilin. He finished work late a few days ago, so he didn't run into Song Shilin. Today he finished work an hour early, and he didn't expect to meet him by such a coincidence.
Song Shilin touched the young man's forehead and found that it was a little cold. He took him to the living room with a gloomy face and poured him a glass of warm water.
"Thank you." Bai Yu took the water glass, placed it directly on the coffee table, and then poured it on the man. The two lay on the sofa without speaking for a while.
Bai Yu adjusted some positions to make himself more comfortable, "I'm ready to change jobs."
"Ting Feng" Xu Shi noticed something. Recently, senior staff have been trying to talk to him, but Bai Yu is busy with work and rarely goes to appointments. After a long time, Bai Yu found that his exposure rate was greatly reduced.
But Baiyu's work has not been reduced.
Song Shilin put his arms around the young man's lean waist and said calmly: "Tired?"
Bai Yu yawned: "It's not bad."
After a pause, he continued: "Well, do you want to stay tonight?"
Song Shilin: "You're not in good health." The implication is that he wants Bai Yu to live a more modest nightlife.
Bai Yu choked. He had to go back to the company to see the president tomorrow morning, and there would be interviews soon, so he originally planned to sleep with Song Shilin under a quilt tonight.
The next morning, Bai Yu, who was sleeping with his friend Mr. Song under a quilt, got up from the bed feeling refreshed and had a loving breakfast cooked by the latter himself.
Little Watermelon groaned, with egg custard stuffed in her mouth, and shook her head happily: "Good time, good time."
Bai Yu couldn't help laughing and looked at the man who was reading the newspaper: "I'm going to the company later and will take him to school. Also, I should be able to finish work early tonight. What do you want to eat?"
"You cook?" Song Shilin gave him a cold look.
"If you don't mind eating hot pot with me, oh, there's also pork rib soup." Bai Yu said his specialty dish with a smile.
Song Shilin ignored him, put the newspaper aside, picked up the warm fish fillet porridge, and after finishing it, he stood up and left the table.
Little Watermelon groaned, looked at the clothes stained by the egg custard, and pouted.
Bai Yu looked at Xiao Xigua's innocent face melancholy, put the phone aside, and took him to the bathroom to clean himself.
Coincidentally, Bai Yu's cell phone placed on the dining table rang.
Song Shilin passed by and inadvertently glanced at the three words Han Ziyu displayed on the bright screen. He paused, calmly picked up the phone and entered the password.
[The test results came out, nothing serious. Just take good care of yourself for a while and remember not to get too tired. By the way, my dad asked me about your situation. I resisted, but there is no guarantee next time.]
Song Shilin's eyes tightened, and he seemed to have overlooked some issues and key points.
For example, who is the child mentioned in the text message? Who is the child's father? Who asked about Bai Yu's situation
Vaguely, Song Shilin felt that he had touched the edge of the truth.
Hearing the voices coming from the bathroom, Song Shilin put the phone back intact and stood at the door sorting his clothes.
"I'm going to work." Song Shilin looked at the adults and children in the room.
Little Xigua said with a smile: "Goodbye, uncle. Well, remember to miss me and Ba Ba."
Song Shilin glanced at Bai Yu meaningfully, and said in a low and magnetic voice: "Yes."
Bai Yu blushed and quickly carried Tong Yan Wuji's little watermelon back to the house to change clothes.
It was such an embarrassing moment, but it somehow touched his cuteness.
When Song Shilin walked out of the door, his expression turned cold and he took out his mobile phone: "Hey, it's me."
Han Ziyu was startled: "Old Song? What's wrong?"
"I saw the text message you just sent him." Song Shilin said calmly.
There was a clear "pop" sound from Han Ziyu's side. Listen carefully, it seemed to be the sound of a quilt falling to the ground.
Song Shilin calmed down, it seemed that Bai Yu's hospitalization was far from simple.
Bai Yu sent Little Watermelon to early childhood education class, and then slowly drove his 100,000 yuan small car to the company.
His car is low-key and inconspicuous. If reporters are blocking people downstairs, driving this car can definitely avoid the crowd quickly and get ahead of the crowd.
Sure enough, when Bai Yu drove the car into the company's garage, he saw several paparazzi reporters standing in the corner despite the cold wind. He couldn't help but sigh, it's really not easy to make a living these days.
After getting out of the car and putting on his sunglasses, Bai Yu walked to the elevator with his hands in his pockets and pressed directly to the floor where the president's office was located.
"Please come in."
Bai Yu walked in, looked at the fifty-year-old CEO Ting Feng, and said respectfully: "President."
The old president waved his hand, took off his glasses, and rubbed the corners of his eyes, "I heard you want to leave."
Bai Yu paused. If other executives of the company asked him, he would choose to laugh, but facing this old president who had been kind to him, he was not willing to lie.
"Li," Bai Yu told the truth, "Should you decide to go it alone or change your employer?" The old president said gently: "This is purely a question I asked you personally. It does not represent the company. Don't feel pressure. "
There was a moment of solidification in the air.
"Sorry." He must be on guard against others, and Bai Yu did not intend to cause trouble with his quick words before the contract was terminated.
The old president nodded understandingly, "The company stopped exposing your announcements a few days ago, which makes me feel sorry. I didn't know about it in advance, so I didn't stop them in time."
"It's okay." Bai Yu smiled.
The old president picked up the tea cup and took a sip, and then said: "No matter what your decision is, I hope that even if you leave the company, you will not forget the cultivation that the company gave you."
The entertainment industry is huge, and every year there are countless newcomers trying to get in, but there are only a few who are really famous and whose faces can be remembered by the audience.
Bai Yu has become famous three times since his debut at the age of 16. The works and processes that made him famous each time have been talked about.
When he was filming for the first time, he was the domineering young master in the idol drama; when he returned to the front line at the age of twenty, he was the arrogant mysophobic detective; when he set sail again at the age of twenty-five, he was the Xiao Hou who was carrying a blood feud. Grandpa…
This repeated popularity is enough for Bai Yu to prove to people in the industry that he not only has strength, he also has luck and popularity with the audience!
This is something that many stars don’t have.
So the old president knew very well that as long as Bai Yu didn't commit suicide, his position in the industry would definitely be high in the future, so they couldn't offend him!
Because Tingfeng is an entertainment company that relies on artists to survive, both prosper and lose.
And even if Bai Yu leaves Ting Feng, he still cannot change the fact that Ting Feng is his old club for nearly ten years.
The old CEO's words were cryptic, but Bai Yu immediately understood what he meant. The latter said without any hesitation: "That's natural.
Tingfeng has trained me for ten years, how could he forget about it? "
The old president breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Okay. If you are busy, go back first."
Bai Yu nodded, exchanged a few pleasantries and left the president's office. As soon as he walked out of the door, he saw Mr. Zhang standing in front of the elevator waiting for him.
"Let's chat while there is still time." Mr. Zhang raised his wrist to check the time and asked, "Come to my office for a cup of tea."
Bai Yu was startled for a moment, then smiled and said, "Okay."
Mr. Zhang had already been vaguely aware of the news that Bai Yu was leaving - he had felt it before Xiao Li tipped him off in private.
Because the two of them have worked together for seven or eight years, Mr. Zhang can be said to know Bai Yu very well in a certain aspect.
Mr. Zhang handed Bai Yu a cup of tea, and the two sat side by side on the sofa: "I had guessed that you were leaving, but I didn't expect that you would actually choose to leave."
Bai Yu raised his eyebrows and said in a naturally pleasant tone: "Do you know me so well?"
"I don't know you, I know you." Mr. Zhang's tone was full of melancholy and sigh, "Since having that child, you have become more ambitious. Congratulations!"
"I have to make money to support my child, so I can't let him drink the northwest wind with me, right?" Bo Yu teased.
Mr. Zhang curled his lips and said: "Where are my younger siblings? You haven't told me yet, when did you hide a woman in Jinwu? You disappeared for two years and you even have a child."
"He..." Bai Yu was vague and didn't elaborate.
Mr. Zhang didn't really want to know the answer, so he sighed and muttered dissatisfiedly.
"By the way, do you still remember the assistant Xiao Zhang who was assigned to you before?" Mr. Zhang said suddenly.
Bai Yu looked at him doubtfully.
"That guy had an unstable temperament. He followed a newcomer some time ago and secretly sold the newcomer's information to the paparazzi. It turned out that the newcomer was related to the paparazzi. He stole the chicken but lost the rice, and one of his legs was broken alive."
Damn it!
Bai Yu almost spit out a sip of tea in his mouth, "Isn't this such a coincidence?"
Mr. Zhang burst out laughing, "It's because of his own bad luck that he did some crooked things, otherwise he wouldn't be so unlucky."
"It's true." Bai Yu couldn't help but feel dark when he thought of Xiao Zhang's assistance in Qi Yan's kidnapping.
Mr. Zhang held up the teacup, and Bai Yu understood, and the two of them clinked the teacups in the air.
Smiling without words.
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