Xie Mu's life gradually stabilized. He lived in Rong's house completely. When the man lightly asked him to stay for a long time, the boy didn't resist, and silently let him go to his house to deliver the things.
Rong Jing seems to have become a lot gentler than before, at least he didn't embarrass him in front of others. Xie Mu got more and more resources, and even surpassed many first-line male stars. For this, those surpassed People are naturally dissatisfied in their hearts, but it hinders Rongjing's face, no matter how uncomfortable they are, they dare not show it on the surface.
On the Internet, Xie Mu's fans are happy that more and more idols are appearing in front of people. With his sudden rise, more and more black fans have also appeared on major platforms.
Chaos in the entertainment industry is never just talk. When a star becomes popular, the glory that comes with it is a lot of negative news.
Of course, no one dared to talk about the matter between Xie Mu and Rong Jing, but one of the points that those black fans attacked him was that since Xie Mu became popular, he never interacted with his former friend Wen Mingquan like before, and even always They are two people who joined the same crew, and it is very rare that they haven't worked together again for such a long time.
The sense of smell of black fans is naturally keen. When they used this as an excuse to say that Xie Mu was an ungrateful person who forgot his former friends after becoming popular, the company's public relations immediately passed the news to their managers.
In order to maintain Xie Mu's personality, the two have to show their intimacy in public.
For a charity event, you only need to be there, donate money, and sit under the stage.
The company has arranged for the media, as long as they maintain a friendly attitude, someone will naturally take pictures and post them on the Internet to bring wind.
Rong Jing was very busy, and all he could do was pass on the words not to make Xie Mu feel wronged. After Xie Mu became docile, the people who followed the boy naturally withdrew. Small, unremarkable charity evening, of course no one mentioned it to him.
Because on this day, Xie Mu stood in front of the mirror, rummaged through the closet and found a white evening dress, hesitated for a while, and finally put it on.
When the boy arrived, Wen Mingquan was already sitting in his seat.
Xie Mu sat next to him, which was arranged by the company.
Some artists from the same company were sitting next to him one after another. The boy sat down and smiled at the handsome man beside him, "Brother Quan, good evening."
A normal hello.
Polite, yet distant.
Wen Mingquan was startled, and then smiled gently, "Good evening."
The two sat down and didn't say a word until the opening.
Until the filming of the live broadcast on the whole network started, Wen Mingquan looked at the stage with a smile, looked at it, and seemed to inadvertently glance at the boy beside him, "Xiaomu, the tie is crooked."
"Um?"
Xie Mu subconsciously lowered his head to look, but the man beside him had already turned sideways, straightening his tie with a pair of slender hands.
Just then, he was about to withdraw his hand, but the young man subconsciously grabbed his wrist.
Wen Mingquan paused and looked up at him.
The young man was also looking at him, his eyes were very bright, under the dim light at the moment, it seemed to be flashing water, but with Xie Mu's rapid blinking, the water disappeared, and on that delicate face, Wen Mingquan showed a familiar smile.
"Thank you, Brother Quan."
A faint sentence, with a hint of gratitude.
He let go, but Wen Mingquan didn't withdraw his hand in time for a while, Xie Mu's eyes just now seemed to be engraved in his mind, full of eyes, full of deep sadness in beautiful eyes.
The hoarse voice full of pleading that day seemed to reappear in my ears.
—"If, if I say, I will leave Rongjing in a few years, can we still..."
"Brother Quan?" The young man's crisp voice sounded, Wen Mingquan raised his eyes in a daze, and Xie Muzheng reminded him, "The camera is coming."
The man seemed to react suddenly, quickly withdrew his hand as if it was scalded, and looked at the stage to cover up.
Why, he will regret it.
Obviously, what he likes has always been Yuxiu.
After he withdrew his hand as if avoiding a snake, the smile on the corner of the boy's mouth became weaker and weaker, and in the end, it almost disappeared.
Until the end of this charity meeting, the two of them didn't say a word, and looked at each other again. Even Wen Mingquan kept smiling and looked at the stage.
The fans didn't see the previous picture, they just thought that it was just like the rumors, the pair of friends had completely fallen out, didn't Wen Mingquan not even want to see Xie Mu
But how could they know that if Wen Mingquan didn't look at it, it wasn't because he didn't want to, but because he didn't dare.
As for why he didn't dare, even he himself couldn't think deeply.
After it was over, we went to the lobby together. There were more people here, not only from the entertainment industry, but also from the business world.
Holding the wine glass, Wen Mingquan was about to find a corner to sit down to gather his thoughts, when suddenly he saw a familiar figure beside the sofa.
With clear eyebrows and eyes, dressed in white, holding a wine glass, she just nodded goodbye to others.
The man's eyes lit up, and he walked straight over, calling his lover's name in a gentle voice, "Yuxiu."
Bai Yuxiu was about to leave when he saw him, his movements froze slightly, "Mingquan?"
"Why didn't you tell me when you came here? I thought you were at home. Are you feeling unwell these days? Why didn't you contact me?"
Wen Mingquan walked up to him, looked at Bai Yuxiu with gentle and doting eyes, "You're not in good health, it's better not to drink."
Bai Yuxiu's eyes were a bit complicated, "Mingquan, I have something to ask you, I..."
Halfway through his words, he stopped abruptly, and stared blankly at Wen Mingquan's back.
Wen Mingquan turned around in confusion, wanting to see what he was looking at.
The boy in the same white suit was walking towards him with a wine glass in his hands. When he raised his eyes, he met the eyes of the two of them.
Xie Mu was at a loss for a moment, then his face turned pale, "You... know each other?"
It was rare for Wen Mingquan's mind to go blank.
He opened his mouth, "Xiaomu, we..."
Bai Yuxiu on the side took up the conversation, "We don't know each other, we just met by chance and chatted for a while."
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Wen Mingquan's blood seemed to have cooled down, and he looked at his boyfriend in disbelief.
But in his eyes, there was only that boy.