Chi Song called Brother Harry immediately, the line was busy.
He waited anxiously for five minutes, then called again, and it was already turned off.
And Bai Zhirong also seemed to have evaporated from the world and could not be contacted at all.
Chi Song's eyes were red with anxiety, his teeth were shaking, and he could only keep swiping comments on Weibo.
There was already a lot of arguing down there, some scold the paparazzi, and of course some scold Brother Harry.
"Fuck, gays are disgusting, gays get out of show business."
"It's disgusting to say homosexuality, your mother is cold."
"The circle is really messy."
"Harry's ten-year big fan congratulates Harry on his divorce!!"
"I said, why hasn't Brother Harry found a sister-in-law for so many years?"
"Eighty percent of it is hype, right? Isn't the second season of "Bright Stars" coming? Don't worry, I won't watch such a brain-dead idol drama if it's hyped up."
"The Hong Kong star who has been out of style for 800 years can only rely on grandstanding to gain popularity."
"The melon-eating crowd rushed to the scene to grab the first bite of the New Year's melon!"
"I've seen the photos. It's just two people walking into the hotel hand in hand, right? It's so lively, I thought it was a photo of the bed. Maybe they're just good brothers hanging out together?"
"Don't go home for the Chinese New Year, go out to play with your good brother? Are you mentally ill upstairs?"
Chi Yang had already turned the TV to mute.
There was a cross talk on the TV, the person in charge of the joke said something, the facial expressions were extremely exaggerated, the audience laughed silently, and the three people sitting in front of the TV were silent.
Song Zhihuai wrapped his arms around Chi Song's shoulders and pulled him into his arms: "Lean on me."
Chi Song leaned over obediently and asked, "Will they be okay?"
Song Zhihuai couldn't say anything.
And Chi Yang, who has never been in the entertainment industry and doesn't know how powerful it is, comforted: "It will be alright, brother, don't worry."
At this moment, Chi Song's phone vibrated.
Chi Song looked down and his spirit was lifted.
It was a message from Bai Zhirong.
Bai Zhirong: "Chi Song, don't call me. My phone is about to explode. I've blacklisted all my phone contacts."
Chi Song jumped up and replied, "How are you? How did you get photographed?"
Bai Zhirong was silent for a while before saying, "There's something wrong with Xu Ming."
Brother Harry's real name was Wen Xuming, and Chi Song also reacted a bit before he figured out who "Xu Ming" was referring to.
Bai Zhirong said: "I went out with him last night. This is the photo from last night. Today Xu Ming has returned to Hong Kong. ... He explained the situation to me just now - his agent tracked and located his mobile phone privately, Sold my date place with Xu Ming to the paparazzi."
Chi Song was surprised: "Didn't he discuss it with Brother Harry beforehand?"
Bai Zhirong smiled bitterly: "Chi Song, you are protected by Song Zhihuai, so maybe you don't know. In this circle, there are managers who make their own decisions. As long as the artists under them can be famous, no matter if they are famous or notorious, they will not care. I'm afraid there will be no topicality."
While Chi Song and Bai Zhirong were chatting, Song Zhihuai walked to the small balcony of Chi's house.
He fiddled with the leaves of a pomegranate potted plant and called the head of the public relations department of Nebula Entertainment.
He asked straight to the point, "Where are you?"
Across the radio waves, Song Zhihuai could imagine the other party's utterly devastated expression: "Boss, just tell me if you want to work overtime."
Song Zhihuai said, "Have you seen what happened to Wen Xuming?"
The minister said aggrieved: "Boss, Wen Xuming is not from our company."
Song Zhihuai: "I'll give you three times the overtime pay, plus ten days of annual leave. Gather a few members, buy a few marketing accounts with more than 1 million followers, and guide this matter in a positive direction. All expenses will be kept by me personally. on the account."
When the minister heard this, he became curious: "Do you have a relationship with Wen Xuming? Do you want to help him like this?"
Song Zhihuai thought, there is no friendship without friendship, brother Harry is Chi Song's friend, and he should be divided for helping him.
in the house.
Chi Song was dumbfounded for a moment and asked, "What is Brother Harry going to do?"
Bai Zhirong said neatly, "I can't get in touch."
Chi Song: "He doesn't even answer your phone?"
Bai Zhirong: "Yes."
Chi Song had a bad premonition.
After all, he had been friends with brother Harry for so many years. Brother Harry was tough on the outside and soft on the inside, but he was able to make up his mind at critical moments. He didn't respond now, maybe he was thinking about making a big news.
Of course, Chi Song will not show off his tacit understanding with Brother Harry in front of Bai Zhirong, so he can only pick up some comforting words, for example, it will always be okay, for example, this is just chasing the wind and will not affect your career.
But after saying this, Chi Song himself felt hypocritical.
Bai Zhirong's career is good, but brother Harry...
After the words of comfort were sent, Bai Zhirong didn't reply to him for a long time.
Chi Song held the phone and couldn't tell what he was feeling right now.
Chi Yang gave Song Zhihuai a worried look, who had just returned from the small balcony.
Song Zhihuai understood, pinched Chi Song's shoulders, and helped him rub his stiff muscles away: "Chi Song, let's go, let's go to sleep."
The single bed in Chi Song's bedroom was carefully changed into a double bed by Chi's mother.
Chi Song couldn't sleep, so he tossed and turned pancakes on the bed.
It wasn't until Song Zhihuai hugged his waist from behind that he settled down.
Song Zhihuai pressed his ear, kissed him lightly, and said, "Relax, don't be afraid, we won't become like this."
Chi Song murmured: "Many of Brother Harry's fans are scolding him, saying that he is gay, which is disgusting; saying that he has been chasing him for so many years; saying that he has lived up to their expectations... But Brother Harry also has his own life. Ah, he's been alone for so many years..."
Song Zhihuai covered his mouth: "Shh, shh. Well, I don't want to worry about that much."
Chi Song curled up in Song Zhihuai's arms, vaguely not knowing who he was talking to: "We're not that bad, really not. ... I just like him, and he happens to be a man."
Song Zhihuai felt distressed, and kissed Chi Song gently and comfortingly: "Okay, let's sleep..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Zhihuai's cell phone rang.
He picked up the phone, and over there, the excitement and surprise of the head of Nebula Entertainment's public relations department was beyond words: "... boss, look at Weibo!"
Chi Song rolled over and sat up and asked, "What's wrong?"
Song Zhihuai faithfully conveyed his daughter-in-law's question: "...what's the matter?"
The minister said excitedly: "It's out, it's out!"
Song Zhihuai: "...what happened?"
The minister said, "Harry came out! Just over 30 seconds ago, Harry started Weibo, and he tweeted that he was gay!"
Go back to thirty minutes ago.
The reason why Bai Zhirong didn't reply to Chi Song was because he received a call from brother Harry using his other personal mobile phone.
Harry's tone on the other end of the phone was calm and gentle, like every time he was contacted.
But this time, he said, "Bai Zhirong, let's get engaged."
Bai Zhirong wanted to say "Aren't you crazy?" for the first time, but before the words could reach his lips, a sweetness came up first, making his hands and feet feel a little weak.
Brother Harry said apologetically, "I know, it would be better to talk about this in person, but I can't wait."
Bai Zhirong said with difficulty: "...Where are you?"
Brother Harry said, "I'm at the airport, I've got my ring, and I'm going to find you."
Bai Zhirong said, "You fool. Have you thought about it?"
Brother Harry said, "Think about it."
Bai Zhirong wanted to cry and laugh: "...We've only known each other for four months..."
Brother Harry said, "I'm thirty-six years old, and I'm old enough to not have much time to waste. I love you, please consider staying with me."
Thirty minutes later, Bai Zhirong gave his answer.
Brother Harry also clumsily posted the first Weibo in his life with the Weibo he just registered after receiving the response.
Wen Xuming: Hello everyone, my name is Harry. Here, I would like to apologize to my company, my fans, and also to the crew of the second season of "Bright Stars" for causing trouble to you. I am extremely sorry and I am willing to take all responsibility. What I'm going to say now is that I met my true love. He and I are a million ways different, yet have the same gender. I love him, that's all.
After the Weibo was posted, Brother Harry spread the things he brought on the table in the VIP waiting room and took pictures.
His agent called, and Brother Harry calmly pressed it down and continued shooting.
In less than ten minutes, this Weibo without a V had more than 10,000 retweets.
There are those who exclaim, there are those who insult, there are those who bless, and there are those who doubt.
Those who questioned, most suspected that this was not Brother Harry himself, but a temporarily registered trumpet used to entertain the public.
Soon, however, this Weibo sent out new tweets one after another, slapping the doubters in the face.
Wen Xuming: This is my real estate certificate. I have four properties under my name, one in Vancouver, two in Hong Kong, and one in Imperial City. Whichever one you like, I will add your name to it, and you can add all of them.
Below, he posted pictures of four real estate certificates, blurring the information on the certificates, but the name of the head of the household clearly reads "Wen Xuming".
Wen Xuming: I have three cars, but I don't like to drive them very much. In the future, the family car will be yours to drive and I will take it.
Wen Xuming: If you don't like the decoration of your home, you can change it at will. We will discuss it.
Wen Xuming: I don't like smoking, I don't play cards, I don't gamble, I drink a little bit of alcohol occasionally, and I spend the most money on fitness. Other than that, I don't have any other hobbies. You have saved a lot of money over the years, and it's all yours.
Wen Xuming: I love you. @Designer Bai Zhirong
In the last Weibo post, he posted the engagement ring he had bought for a long time.
Soon, Bai Zhirong called.
Over there, Bai Zhirong's voice was soft: "...Why are you posting that?"
Harry Goth said honestly, "Show them your love."
Bai Zhirong smiled and said, "Big fool."
About five minutes later, designer Bai Zhirong posted a Weibo in response to Brother Harry's confession.
Designer Bai Zhirong V: "What a coincidence, so am I."
Brother Harry laughed heartily.
At this time, his agent called him ninety-fifth.
Brother Harry finally picked it up.
Over there, the agent was already half crazy: "Harry, are you having a problem with your brain?! What are you posting?"
Brother Harry said calmly, "I'm sending the big news you want."
The agent gritted his teeth: "Harry, this is not the time to be angry..."
Brother Harry looked out of the airport, and scattered fireworks exploded in the dark sky.
Brother Harry said: "I didn't get angry. Thank you for making this decision for me. Also, you were fired. I reserve the right to sue you for breaking the contract and selling my private information without permission."