I went back to Beijing alone, and as soon as I got off the plane, the assistant who came to pick me up told me in a panic: "You and Leo were fighting in Sanya, and they were photographed. There are photos and videos. There is trouble now."
The rumors of the group's disbandment are rampant again. This time, it's different from the past rumors, and finally there is a real hammer of our discord.
In the eyes of the fans, he and I have had a deep grievance. Not long ago, he was asked to shoot a drink commercial. Well-informed fans had already heard about it, but the spokesperson of the commercial was replaced by Me, in fact, he didn't want to shoot and recommended me to others, but in the eyes of fans, I stole his endorsement. The two of us have the same looks and are about the same height. He always likes to dress up as twins with me, dye the same hair color, and wear the same private clothes. People who are not familiar with us can’t tell who we are. So fans generally think that if the company wants us to follow the same route, there must be competition for resources in many aspects, how can the relationship be so good.
The current manager is very different from the previous one. He is a nagging and funny guy. He knows the relationship between me and Leo, and knows that our fights are a daily routine. He didn't even ask the cause and effect. , Is there anything that can’t be solved with a cannonball, what kind of fight do you have to do? Look, you were photographed, are you happy? He doesn’t answer my phone now, you hurry up to coax him, and then post on Weibo together Be cute, and show that the two of you have a good relationship, otherwise, if this continues, the fans will blow up the company's phone number."
I didn't speak, Leo didn't answer his calls, let alone answer mine.
The manager flipped through the phone, and suddenly said in shock: "No way, the fans said that Leo unfollowed you."
I:"… "
He looked at me suspiciously, and asked, "Aren't you kidding me this time?"
That's right, it's not a joke, it's a real breakup.
Compared with Sanya, which is as warm as summer, Beijing is so cold that it is unreal. On the way home, I was so cold that my bone marrow seemed to freeze.
I no longer live with Zhao Zhengyi. The group became popular a few months ago. The company arranged new apartments, all of which are hardcover two-bedroom apartments. Abel and I shared one of them. Leo came to stay a few times. It was inconvenient. Later, I often went to his place, and basically never lived here.
Abel probably has read all kinds of revelations and right and wrong on the Internet, and he didn't say anything when he saw me back.
No one can contact Leo, fans are tearing up bloody storms on the Internet, the company's PR can only try to refute the rumors, saying that it's not a fight, it's just a joke between boys, and bought a navy to force the topic of me and Leo's CP . However, the two of us seldom interact with each other in commercial performances and shows. Fans of the boy group are the most keen to brush up the CP in the team. The two of us and every other member have CP fans, but my group with him is a big upset. Fans look down on each other. His fans always call me "Xie Bailian", and my fans call him "Stallion King".
The fans tore it apart for two days and two nights. On the third day, my teammates and I were in the company listening to the agent explain that there would be a commercial performance tomorrow, and Leo pushed the door in from the outside.
After everyone was surprised, almost everyone looked at me.
He just glanced at me, turned his face away and said, "Is there a meeting? What are you talking about?"
It's hard for the manager to say anything about him, so he said politely: "It just so happens that there is a performance tomorrow, and I'm still worried about what to do if you don't come back. Just come back. What have you been up to these days? Why don't you even answer the phone?"
With no expression on his face, he said coldly: "The phone is broken, and I just bought a new one. I'm here to ask for a leave of absence. Don't call me for the latest event. I won't participate."
The agent said: "This is not very good..."
He looked impatient, "Can't ask for leave? Then I will quit the team, calculate the liquidated damages and then notify me, and leave."
After speaking, he shook his hand and left.
The manager stood there in a daze for a long time, and then hurriedly chased him out, and he could be heard saying from a distance: "Leo, if you have to ask for leave, it's not impossible to discuss it, I have to call the higher-ups and ask."
The teammates looked at each other, and Abel whispered: "The captain really wants to quit the team, right?"
No one answered, everyone looked at me.
I was seen very depressed, and I also stood up and left.
After he came out, he saw the manager chasing him and talking non-stop, with both hands in the pockets of his coat, he just walked forward, not listening to what the manager said at all.
His army green down jacket, I also have a similar one, only the style of the pocket is different, he picked it out, and said it was a couple's outfit. After I bought it, I tried it on in the mirror at home, and he said I looked better in it than he did. In fact, I think he looks better wearing it. He is whiter than me, and this color suits him better.
He looks best in army green and purple.
Half a year ago, when he confessed to me, he wore a purple sports jacket, because he had a lack of virtue and was just a swollen face by his brother, but those eyes looked at me brightly, surprisingly beautiful. .
I always laugh at his fans for their ignorance of people and their inability to see through his true nature. In fact, I am not too strong myself. It is not because I was confused by his appearance that I responded to his confession like an evil spirit.
After we were together, he was like before, touching the girl's hands, face, and even breasts in front of me. At the beginning, I turned my face on him and beat him, but he was still afraid, and he swore to the sky that he would never do it again. Later, he was beaten to the core, and even the words of promise became more and more perfunctory, and he also had his own fallacy of "being able to control the lower body is to be loyal to you".
I have always done things rationally rather than emotionally. From then on, I knew that we would not have good results. After thinking about it for a few months, I waited until the number of fans exceeded 10 million, or I received a film appointment from the male number one, and then I could calmly deal with it. He said to break up, in the future he will continue to be his Sanlitun thousand people, and I will also be a scheming straight man who only wants to be popular. No one will beat him because he touches a girl, and I will not seduce someone all day long. I don't want to be responsible for me and get angry.
In this original plan, no one will be sad, and they can even break up, pat each other on the shoulder, say goodbye to each other, and return to their respective life tracks.
Although the process deviated from the expected, at least the result was the same, anyway, I wanted to break up.
As expected, he no longer participated in the group's various activities. The company had no choice but to claim that he was under a lot of work pressure, which caused physical problems and had to rest for a while.
He never came out, and when the group was performing together, the agent suggested that I act as the acting captain, but I refused to accept it, and finally Carl became the acting captain.
Two months ago, I went to audition for a fairly good IP drama, and now they have confirmed that they will ask me to play the leading role. Apart from commercial performances, my daily life is to stay at home and read scripts.
For a whole month and six days, I haven't seen Leo.
Until the agent called me in a hurry and asked me if I had contacted Leo recently.
I felt something was wrong and said, "No, what's wrong?"
The agent said: "There is something wrong with the few new friends he has made now. If any vicious incident is revealed, let alone his elder brother can't protect him, all of you will have to follow suit."
I didn't understand, and said: "His friend is rich and likes to make troubles, and he doesn't do anything out of the ordinary."
"It would be great if that's the case," the manager said his name, "You know him, right? He was reported by Chaoyang people, and he went in once. You should know that it's hard to quit after getting involved in it. Leo now talks to him every day. He hangs out and has a lot of playfulness, who can guarantee that he won't be incited to try?"
I fell silent for a moment.
The agent said: "I went to his house to look for him just now. He was sleeping in the room by himself. He was drunk. I called him for a long time but didn't wake him up. I don't know if he was touched by that thing. The house is smoky, and men and women are all drunk. If you don't wear clothes, that's fine. I was afraid that it would become a den of drugs. I didn't dare to talk to those people, so I hurried out first. You two have been fighting for a month, so make up quickly, who is he? If you don’t listen to what you say, just listen to you, you have to persuade him, otherwise, if this continues, this person will really be useless.”
After hanging up the phone, I flipped through another two pages of the script, and I couldn't stand it anymore.
Does that idiot know what he's doing? His elder brother didn't care about him
I didn't buy a car. Abel left me the car keys before he went to other places, and I drove his car there.
I rang the doorbell, but the man who opened the door for me was a shirtless man. He recognized me after a few glances, and said, "Oh, Wang Chao's teammate, right?"
He gave way sideways, and I walked in. Just like what the manager said, there were several people lying in disorder on the ground in the entire prostitution den, and I don't know if they were drunk or fainted. There was a woman riding on the sofa. The man was bouncing up and down vigorously, with a strange expression on his face, and there was a strange musty smell in the room, and a few pieces of tinfoil were scattered on the coffee table.
The man who opened the door yawned beside him and said, "He's sleeping in the room, go in by yourself."
After he finished speaking, he lay down on the spot, and put his arms around the waist of a man next to him. The man who was being hugged was very powdery, had false eyelashes glued on, and only wore a pair of thong underwear. He might be a male prostitute.
I pushed open the bedroom door and went in. There was no smell like outside in the room. I looked around and there was nothing strange on the bedside table and carpet.
He lay sideways on the bed and slept soundly, and he could smell some alcohol when he approached.
I called him, but he didn't respond.
I sat down on the edge of the bed and stared at his face for a while.
I haven't seen him for more than a month. He seems to have lost some weight, and the dark circles under his eyes have come out, but his lips have turned white.
I grabbed the corner of the quilt and lifted the quilt and looked down. He was wearing a T-shirt and jeans, and he was not as ugly as I thought.
He probably felt cold, moved his body, rolled back the quilt impatiently, closed his eyes, and cursed in disgust: "Get out, don't play."
I said, "It's me."
He flinched and slowly opened his eyes without looking at me. After a while, he said, "What are you doing here?"
I didn't answer him.
He got up, sat on the head of the bed, and finally looked at me, but his face was full of indifference.
I asked him, "Who are those people outside?"
His tone was very aggressive, "It's none of your business."
I didn't want to quarrel with him, and said, "The manager asked me to advise you not to touch things you shouldn't touch, I'm done." I stood up, and said, "You can do it yourself, goodbye."
I feel that I can't control him, even when we are together, and even less when we are apart. Why don't I tell his elder brother and let his elder brother discipline him.
After walking a few steps, he suddenly said, "Stop."
I turned around and said, "What are you doing?"
He stared at me with fierce eyes, and said, "Don't you miss me at all?"
I:"… "
He said viciously, "I don't miss you either, go away."
Fuck me.
He tore off the quilt and lay down again, revealing a mobile phone under the quilt, with spider web-like cracks on the screen.
My heart moved, and I said, "Didn't you buy a new mobile phone? Why are you still using that crap?"
He sat up suddenly, grabbed the mobile phone and threw it towards me. I reached out to catch it. He stared and cursed: "Who cares about this crap, take it and roll with you."
Holding the phone, I couldn't laugh or cry and said, "Isn't it rare that you still sleep with your arms around it?"
He was about to explode with anger, and said, "Who the hell is sleeping with a broken mobile phone? Are you going to get out? If you don't get out, don't blame me for being rude to you."
I put my mobile phone in my pocket, turned around and made a gesture to leave, when I heard a sound behind me, he rushed over from behind, passed me, and locked the door behind him.
I said, "How can I get out after locking the door?"
He didn't feel that he was going back on his word at all, and he said confidently: "Can I go back on my word? It's too cheap for you to just leave like this."
I said, "Fucking you for half a year is pretty cheap for me."
He kicked me hard and I slapped him.
He drew it back again.
We both blushed half our faces and stared at each other.
He scolded me: "Sycophant."
I replied to him: "Big idiot."
He said angrily: "Fuck you, do you have a heart? Am I treating you badly? You lied to me! You still pretend to be so fucking good!"
He scolded hoarsely, his chest heaving violently.
I raised my hand to touch his face, but he slapped it away. I took a breath and said, "You didn't pretend? You said you liked me, you said you wanted to be with me forever, and you always flirt with girls. Since you If you like women, don't pretend to like me."
Pointing at himself, he said angrily: "I'm pretending? You're so cheap and you're acting good. How shameless! Why don't you fucking think about it? If I didn't like you, I'd let you go? Even if you close the door If you go out casually, I can't take advantage of it when I go out? If you let me touch casually, I won't fucking touch others!"
Take a look, he is right anyway.
They stared at each other for a long time like two fighting cocks, neither of them could convince the other with their own reasoning.
I was a little tired and didn't want to go on, I said, "Did you take drugs like those people outside?"
He froze for a moment and said, "No."
He has a lot of problems, but he never tells a lie. If he says he doesn’t have one, I will believe it. I say, “It’s fine if there isn’t one. Don’t play with them. Remember to wear a condom when you’re messing around.”
He lost his temper again: "What do you think of me! I won't mess with them!"
I was a little annoyed, and said, "You have to wear a condom even if you mess with anyone."
He said with a strange face, "You don't want to wear it."
I:"… "
He said: "I promised you not to mess around with others, and I will definitely not mess around."
He paused for a moment, then said in a friendly voice, "Xie Zhuxing, let's make up."
I was a little speechless, "You don't care if I lied to you?"
He whispered: "I figured it out. It's just that I like you. It's okay if you don't like me. In fact, you pretended very well. If I didn't look at your WeChat, I wouldn't have found it. I really thought you were Especially like me."
I:"… "
He actually looked at me pitifully, and said: "If you want resources, I will give you resources. If I can't give them, then go to my elder brother. He has a lot of solutions. He can give you whatever you want. I won't give you any in the future." I will look at your phone, let's pretend nothing happened, and you still treat me like before, okay?"
I feel some pain in my left chest.
He shut himself up at home for a month and came up with this solution? Isn't he capable? Ask his elder brother to block me, drag his cronies to beat me up, secretly trip me up, what can't you do, why do you have to humbly beg me to continue lying to him
This idiot.
I pushed him to the edge of the bed, pressed up and kissed him hard, reached into his clothes and kneaded his body vigorously. He always liked such rough foreplay, and he was hard soon. I leaned down Touched, wet scary.
I asked him, "Haven't you done this for more than a month?"
He felt comfortable being touched by me, and his voice was full of lust, and he said, "No, I think you can't stand it, I have masturbated twice."
I licked him a few more times, kissed him, and said, "Do you want to fuck me?"
He had half-closed his eyes and panted lightly, but he suddenly opened them wide and looked at me in disbelief.
I wasn't teasing him, I asked with great certainty, "Do you want to?"
He swallowed, and said, "Think."
I turned over and lay beside me, and said, "Come here."
He hesitated for a moment before turning around. I pressed the back of his head and kissed him deeply, feeling his body, lips and tongue tense.
I deliberately said: "You dare not let you go?"
He was really provoked and replied: "Who said I dare not?"
He touched my buttocks a few times, slowly touching the place.
He moved very lightly, he only touched the outside with his hands lightly, but he never penetrated.
It felt a little strange at first, and I suspected that I might still not be able to accept it, but thinking that the other party was him, it seemed that there was nothing wrong with it.
He looked at me tentatively and I smiled at him, waiting for his fingers to enter and expand.
But he stopped, leaned down and hugged me tightly, buried his face on my shoulder, and said, "Do you really like me?"
I hugged him back and said, "Really."
He said, "I don't believe it, you sycophant."
I said, "If you don't believe it, don't believe it. Why are you crying?"
He scolded: "Cry your mother, you are a big idiot, a flatterer, a scheming bitch, I will fuck you to death."
He was swearing and biting me, talking about fucking me, and the juices from his ass running down his legs.
I felt it, and it was hard, but I didn't move, thinking that I had already agreed to let him fuck me.
As a result, he bit me even harder, and said angrily, "Aren't you fucking coming in yet? It's almost itching to death."
He hadn't done it for more than a month, not only was he extremely tight, but the bed was even more sloppy than before.
After I finished, I asked him: "I told you to touch me casually, so you won't touch others when you go out?"
He moaned and said, "If you don't touch them, who else would want to touch them?"
I grabbed his hand and let him touch me, and he was so happy that he touched his face to his toes.
I thought maybe I was overwhelmed by lust, and suddenly thought, even if he is an idiot, a teddy, so what, he is mine anyway, everything is mine.
On December 31st, our group participated in a satellite TV New Year's Eve concert. Leo, who hadn't been seen for a long time, officially returned to the team, and all members fit together.
When he stepped off the stage at the end of the performance, he ran to me and took my hand to go off.
I said, "What are you doing?"
He replied arrogantly: "The fans said all day that we have no sense of CP, I told them to see what it means to have a matching face."
Showing this kind of affection to fans is so fucking childish, I thought as I held his hand.
A female artist passed by and greeted us, wearing a low-cut dress, white and big.
He didn't look back until he walked away, and I squinted at him.
He said innocently, "Isn't it okay to look at it?"
I ignored him, turned around and walked away.
He caught up and asked with a smile: "There is a reality show in February, do you want to be a regular member?"
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