Ou Shaowen basically has little free time from the moment he opens his eyes in the morning to the early hours of the evening, so when you call him, you are always in a hurry and get interrupted every time.
A few days ago, before He Yixin returned to China, he was thinking about whether he could get together again, but this time he couldn't get through to Ou Shaowen on the phone, so he must be busy. Ou Renjin owns an entertainment company, so he understands the nature of the work in this industry. Seeing Ou Shaowen happy all day long, he never complained and never thought about intervening.
But now it seems that I have to intervene.
He sent a message to Xiao Liu, asking him to discuss the exchange of resources with Dingyi Entertainment. Although it was called an exchange, the idol department of Qimeng had just been established. Except for Song Yijiu who still had some fame, the others were all newly signed trainees. Considering the size, channels and quality of resources of the two companies, Dingyi Entertainment got a great bargain by exchanging singing and dancing variety show resources for film and television advertising resources.
At the same time, their conditions are that in order to ensure the status of their artist Ou Shaowen and his team in the entertainment industry, they are required to refuse to endorse products that do not fit their image and reduce the number of commercial performances.
After hearing his request, Xiao Liu on the other end of the phone shook his head and smacked his lips, and howled in his mind in a very dramatic way - Whose love do you think you are accepting? The love of a domineering president!
But he kept responding, "Okay, okay, Mr. Ou, I understand. I'll contact them right away."
After quickly completing the tasks assigned by Mr. Ou, Xiao Liu turned around and sold him out on his own personal account.
There is no gossip I don't know about Qimeng: The love of big bss is so tortuous and tactful. If you love a person, you love his whole team. It's generous! Fans just need to lie down and be fans. It is guaranteed that the resources will be used to pull down all other national groups.
There are always some powerful fans in the fan circle who found out his identity as an internal employee of Qimeng very early. He recently expressed a lot of sweet love stories about bss on Weibo, which have been decoded by others, and they are secretly eating sugar together.
"Fuck, is this what I thought it meant?"
"So participating in this show and successfully debuting really took eight lifetimes of luck, and I can benefit from it all. (dog head)"
"I just hope that fans of other bands won't pick up their bowls to eat meat, but put down their chopsticks to curse."
"Sweet, sweet."
Two days later, Ou Shaowen and his team were notified to cancel a group interview. The advertising endorsement that they had been negotiating for the price was also rejected. According to their manager, it was because of a first-tier men's clothing brand! The brand was waiting for them to officially form a group and then officially announce the cooperation with them. In comparison, the previous brand was not famous and paid very little, so they thought it was unnecessary to waste time with them.
So now, the whole team is only concentrating on preparing for their debut performance in half a month, trying to completely ignite the popularity they have accumulated through various screen-sweeping activities in the past two months.
Ou Renjin smiled slightly, hiding his achievements and fame.
Although they didn't have to run around for announcements, everyone was preparing for the concert day and night. Ou Shaowen was a straightforward person, and although he mastered the program quickly, he couldn't sneak out for a date by himself as long as his teammates were still practicing.
So I can only maintain a long-distance relationship with Ou Renjin through phone calls and WeChat. I count down with him every day, and become more cautious in my words every day.
"There's less than a week left. My manager said we can have a holiday after the concert is over."
"Three days left."
"Two days."
"I'll be able to see you soon. I know you miss me. Can you wait a little longer?"
"I miss you so much, too. I even dreamed about you yesterday."
"I'm sorry. I originally planned to sneak out to meet you before the concert, but they suddenly had to add a dress rehearsal. I told you that I could come out when I had time. I really didn't mean to break the appointment."
Ou Shaowen apologized to Ou Renjin, but before he could reply, he was overwhelmed with sadness. He really hated being forced to disrupt plans and break appointments. He swore that this last-minute change of mind had become the most annoying thing since his debut, even more annoying than practicing dancing day and night and not being able to meet Ou Renjin for more than a month.
Ou Renjin smiled and said "It's okay", and then teased him, "It seems that you are determined to get through your two-month punishment period like this. No, I can't achieve my purpose of teaching you a lesson. Otherwise... let's postpone the statute of limitations."
"No, no, don't postpone it. I've learned my lesson. I remember your words clearly and firmly. I've been practicing dancing during this period and haven't even sprained my waist once." Ou Shaowen became anxious when he heard this, and the frustration, anger and grievance he had just felt were instantly forgotten.
He had been counting on his fingers for the past two months, and including today, there were only less than four days left. He had originally planned to meet him today. If Ou Renjin was in a good mood, he would act like a spoiled child and beg for mercy, and make a surprise attack to see if he could get some leniency in the last few days. If he had to postpone it any further, he would go crazy.
"Then let's meet after your concert. I'll see how you perform at the concert. If you look so handsome that I'm moved, I'll give you a reward for the last few days." He had been very busy at work recently in order to take a vacation. Although he would think of him in between countless work breaks, he wasn't so anxious that he had to meet him a day earlier.
"Then I'll hang up and go to the final rehearsal." He said softly, and asked with a rare bit of dominance and willfulness, "I'm definitely the most handsome one at the concert, you... can't help but be moved, okay?"
Ou Renjin smiled, digested his cuteness today, and then replied "Okay".
The next day, at the debut concert, fans of each group had been setting up warm-up support outside the venue since early in the morning. Some wealthy people even booked out the largest screens in the commercial street to congratulate FT9 on their debut, and countless entertainment groups were flooded with their messages.
Ou Renjin chose not to attend.
His matching report just came out, and it was a rare match with the vegetative patient who had complications and was slowly losing his vitality. So recently he adjusted his work schedule and took care of his body, hoping to be in the best condition to welcome this heart transplant surgery, which he didn't know whether it would go smoothly.
Maybe it was because he had experienced too many false joys before, he didn't even have any expectations that he would be able to completely get rid of this shadow. He had long been accustomed to facing a healthy heart that had not yet been placed in his chest with the calmest mentality and the worst plan.
There is always a possibility that something might go wrong before you are even put on the operating table.
So he did not tell Ou Shaowen the news. It was really because he seemed to care too much about it. He was afraid that if things did not go well, Ou Shaowen would be too sad. He was also afraid that his mental state would be affected. What if this man insisted that he could grow a new one and insisted that he accept his heart
I'll tell him once the surgery is successfully arranged.
The concert was not broadcast live, and Ou Shaowen felt a little sorry that he could not let Ou Renjin see his handsomeness first. He was indeed a little breathtakingly handsome today. His seemingly messy and casual hair was blow-dried by the stylist for two hours, and his face was fully made up. The tail of his eyes looked sharp and seductive. His high brow bones, deep eye sockets, and bright lips, set against his extremely white skin, exuded a vampire-like charm. But when he softened his eyes and looked over, he looked like an elf who had strayed into the mortal world.
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It's inevitable to feel disappointed if you can't let the person you care about the most see your best look.
But he was still very excited today. The entire stadium with 10,000 people lit up with the same color lights, and everyone cheered their names. Everyone was excited because of them. The light from the stage made it impossible for him to see any faces in the audience, but he felt as if he had become shining because of these people.
In fact, before today, he was still worried about whether the venue could be filled. Would so many people really come here to see them? Now he was sure. He had never been more confident than at this moment. Hearing these people shouting their names in unison over and over again, each of them believed that they were indeed loved by thousands of fans.
The concert lasted two and a half hours. They sang eight group songs and one SL song, a total of nine songs, corresponding to themselves and the other eight members of FT9. At the end of the concert, the nine boys held hands and bowed to the fans. Ou Shaowen stood in the middle of the stage, his eyes sparkling, and he was very restrained not to cry.
He had never cried in front of anyone other than Ou Renjin.
Even after the celebration party, when they got on the car back to the villa, Ou Shaowen was still immersed in the feeling of being touched and excited. He deliberately did not remove his makeup, wanting to go back and let Ou Renjin feel what it was like to be moved.
But what he didn't know was that Ou Renjin had been watching Weibo for two hours at home. Photos, videos, candid shots, different angles, different compositions, every outfit, every look, he unabashedly liked every Weibo post he read.
He didn't directly forward it and then typed a long string of "ahhhs", which was already the result of his efforts to maintain his personal image.
After all, he really doesn't like being called a "chikan". This stems from some inexplicable self-esteem of his, and he really wants to show that he is the one who doesn't love the other person enough in the relationship.
This is exactly the opposite of Ou Shaowen.
It is also a kind of hypocrisy unique to scumbag men.
"Ou Renjin!" As Ou Shaowen entered the entrance hall, he saw the man sitting on the sofa waiting for him. He couldn't help but call him, and when he just turned half of his body, he rushed over and pounced on his back from behind the sofa.
"Hmm." After stumbling, Ou Renjin steadied himself, and with a bit of amusement, he reached out his hand from the front to grab his head, and then grabbed a hand full of hairspray and fluorescent powder, "Are you becoming more and more disobedient? I haven't agreed that you can touch me yet."
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Ou Shaowen raised his eyes in surprise, walked around and sat next to him, holding his face with both hands and making him look directly at him, "Look at me, look at my face, isn't it exciting enough?"
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But he was still very excited today. The entire stadium with 10,000 people lit up with the same color lights, and everyone cheered their names. Everyone was excited because of them. The light from the stage made it impossible for him to see any faces in the audience, but he felt as if he had become shining because of these people.
In fact, before today, he was still worried about whether the venue could be filled. Would so many people really come here to see them? Now he was sure. He had never been more confident than at this moment. Hearing these people shouting their names in unison over and over again, each of them believed that they were indeed loved by thousands of fans.
The concert lasted two and a half hours. They sang eight group songs and one SL song, a total of nine songs, corresponding to themselves and the other eight members of FT9. At the end of the concert, the nine boys held hands and bowed to the fans. Ou Shaowen stood in the middle of the stage, his eyes sparkling, and he was very restrained not to cry.
He had never cried in front of anyone other than Ou Renjin.
Even after the celebration party, when they got on the car back to the villa, Ou Shaowen was still immersed in the feeling of being touched and excited. He deliberately did not remove his makeup, wanting to go back and let Ou Renjin feel what it was like to be moved.
But what he didn't know was that Ou Renjin had been watching Weibo for two hours at home. Photos, videos, candid shots, different angles, different compositions, every outfit, every look, he unabashedly liked every Weibo post he read.
He didn't directly forward it and then typed a long string of "ahhhs", which was already the result of his efforts to maintain his personal image.
After all, he really doesn't like being called a "chikan". This stems from some inexplicable self-esteem of his, and he really wants to show that he is the one who doesn't love the other person enough in the relationship.
This is exactly the opposite of Ou Shaowen.
It is also a kind of hypocrisy unique to scumbag men.
"Ou Renjin!" As Ou Shaowen entered the entrance hall, he saw the man sitting on the sofa waiting for him. He couldn't help but call him, and when he just turned half of his body, he rushed over and pounced on his back from behind the sofa.
"Hmm." After stumbling, Ou Renjin steadied himself, and with a bit of amusement, he reached out his hand from the front to grab his head, and then grabbed a hand full of hairspray and fluorescent powder, "Are you becoming more and more disobedient? I haven't agreed that you can touch me yet."
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Ou Shaowen raised his eyes in surprise, walked around and sat next to him, holding his face with both hands and making him look directly at him, "Look at me, look at my face, isn't it exciting enough?"
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