beep.
The sound of the room card being swiped, then the sound of the door handle being twisted, followed by the sound of the door opening. A tall and tall figure stepped into the door lightly and called out, "Monggong?"
no respond.
Xiao Han's voice came from outside the door: "My call to Brother Cong has never been answered. Will he do something stupid, Mr. Gu—"
"Shh." Gu Xun turned his head to signal for Xiao Han to keep his voice down, and then listened carefully to the sound in the room.
It was quiet, as if no one was there.
He motioned Xiao Han not to come in first, then stepped into the door, looked sideways at the open bathroom, then walked past the bathroom, swept the laptop on the table, and looked in the direction of the bed.
The thin young man was lying slightly curled up in the corner of the bed, the phone fell on the quilt, the hem of the t-shirt was rolled up, revealing a thin waistline, the pajama pants were very loose, and the trouser legs slid up to reveal the line Beautiful calves, probably feeling cold, tucked their feet under the quilt next to them.
The midday sun shrouded him, dazzling his soft hair with a pale gold fringe, his soft face half buried in the quilt, his eyelashes swept a fan-like shadow under his eyes, and his fair skin next to the white sheets, lining the The tint on the lips became more conspicuous.
Gu Xun stopped, turned around slowly, and looked straight at Qi Cong who was asleep.
"Mr. Gu, Brother Cong, how did he—"
"Shh." Gu Xun made a silent gesture to Xiao Han at the door again, then looked at Qi Cong, who was still sleeping soundly on the bed, walked lightly to the door, and took Xiao Han's hand He held the door handle with the other hand, blocked the door with his body, and said to Xiao Han in a low voice, "Tell me to Broker Zhao, I'll borrow Qi Cong's spare room card. Don't worry, he's just sleeping. on."
Xiao Han breathed a sigh of relief: "Just fall asleep, it scares me to death. Also, if it was like that yesterday, Brother Cong might not have slept all night."
Gu Xun looked at Xiao Han up and down: "I heard Qi Cong call you Xiao Han?"
Xiao Han nodded hurriedly: "Yes, everyone calls me Xiao Han, Mr. Gu, you can also—"
"Xiao Han." Gu Xun interrupted Xiao Han's words that couldn't help raising his voice, turned his head to listen to the movement in the house, and blocked the door even more tightly, "Thank you for coming to deliver food to Gonggong, it's good to have me here. , Good work, goodbye."
Xiao Han choked up, looking at Gu Xun's polite but unbearable expression, and at Gu Xun's tall figure blocking the door and the lunch box in Gu Xun's hand at some point, his mouth opened, and he always felt that something was not right. , said: "But Brother Zhao asked me to deliver meals to Brother Cong..." You just happened to meet him halfway.
Gu Xun smiled: "You have already delivered it. I will tell him from Broker Zhao."
"..." Xiao Han tried his best to see the situation in the room through the gap between Gu Xun's body and the door, but he couldn't see anything. He glanced at Gu Xun and seemed to be smiling, but it was not too kind.
Gu Xun took a step back and closed the door until Xiao Han disappeared at the corner of the corridor. He turned around and walked lightly back into the room.
Qi Cong still fell asleep in his previous position.
Very nice.
Gu Xun gently placed the lunch box on the table, took off his hat, scratched his hair, went around to the side closer to Qi Cong, and bent over.
The tall body blocked the sunlight and cast a shadow on Qi Cong. Seemingly aware of the change in light and shadow, Qi Cong suddenly frowned and moved his head.
Gu Xun froze, and hurriedly stood up to step aside.
The sun shrouded again, Qi Cong frowned, turned over and buried his head in the soft quilt. Because of this action, he rolled up a portion of his T-shirt even further, revealing a piece of skin on the lower back.
After confirming that Qi Cong was sleeping soundly again, Gu Xun tried to move forward again. He tried his best to find an angle that would not block the sun, and leaned towards Qi Cong.
A few stray strands of hair fell on Qi Cong's forehead and between her eyebrows. Because she turned her back to the sun, and there was no natural filter for the sun, the faint blue shadow under Qi Cong's eyes was clearly revealed.
Gu Xun stretched out his hand, brushed Qi Cong's hair between his eyebrows, and touched Qi Cong's eyes with his fingertips.
Definitely didn't sleep well.
He looked at the end of Qi Cong's eyes again.
No red.
Did you not cry? Or have the traces of crying disappeared
The room is quiet and the sun is gentle. If you listen hard, you can hear a little bit of Qi Cong's light and shallow breathing.
Gu Xun looked at the mobile phone beside Qi Cong, reached out to pick it up, pressed it on, and entered a series of numbers on the unlock interface without hesitation. The phone was unlocked, and the Weibo page that Qi Cong didn't have time to close before going to bed was revealed.
The above is the comment area of the Weibo posted by Haicheng News.
Did you finally fall asleep after seeing this
Gu Xun locked his phone, looked at Qi Cong who was huddled up to sleep, glanced at Qi Cong's exposed back waist, and reached out to the bulging vertebrae that were particularly obvious because the owner was too thin.
Really too skinny.
The fingertips touched it and left immediately, Gu Xun looked at Qi Cong's sleeping face.
Qi Cong was not woken up.
After a while, his slender fingers moved to the hem of the rolled up T-shirt and gently pulled it down.
will catch a cold.
The sense of tugging brought by the clothes made Qi Cong uneasy again, Gu Xun simply leaned over, put one hand under Qi Cong's shoulder, and the other under Qi Cong's leg, and gently picked him up.
Qi Cong frowned, her eyelashes trembled, and her eyes opened.
Gu Xun lowered his eyes and looked at Qi Cong, held him upright, put his head on the pillow, put his body upright and covered the quilt, leaned closer, kissed Qi Cong's eyebrows, his voice was gentle and coaxing: "Go on sleep, all go over. already."
Qi Cong opened her eyes wide and looked straight at Gu Xun. After a few seconds, she closed her eyes again and consciously burrowed into the quilt, her head half buried, and after a while, her breathing became steady again.
Gu Xun: "...?"
He looked down at Qi Cong, who was really continuing to sleep. It was rare for him to be foolish for a while. Then, the corners of his mouth slowly twitched. He reached out and pinched Qi Cong's ear.
"So obedient? Then don't blame me..." The gentle and magnetic male voice disappeared between the touching lips.
The half-drawn curtains at the head of the bed dilute the sunlight and protect the lover's sleep.
…
click.
The subtle sound of the door closing was amplified by his ears, and the calming atmosphere around him faded. Qi Cong shuddered, opened his eyes, sat up for a while, raised his hand to touch his lips, and then retracted his hand in shock.
How can you dream of this? This dream is too real-
When he saw more lunch boxes on the desk than before going to bed, he froze, his brain exploded, he got out of bed and walked over, opened the lunch box, looked at it, and touched it again.
The lunch box is insulated, so I can't tell how long it has been left.
He hurriedly went back to the bed to look for his mobile phone, but he opened the quilt and looked around, but he didn't even see the shadow of the mobile phone. He was puzzled, and was about to lie down and look under the bed, but when he turned his head, he saw that the mobile phone was lying securely on the bedside table.
bedside table
Qi Cong frowned in confusion.
Didn't he fall asleep with his phone
A dream that seemed to be true or false flashed through his mind, he pursed his lips, walked to the bedside table in three or two steps, picked up his mobile phone, and pressed it to check the time.
It was almost two o'clock in the afternoon, earlier than Xiao Han's usual lunch time. He called Xiao Han.
The call was quickly connected, and Xiao Han's voice came out: "Brother Cong, are you awake?"
"Yes..." When Qi Cong opened her mouth, she realized that her voice was a little hoarse. She coughed and asked, "Did you send me the meal? When did you send it?" , I fell asleep, I didn't hear the knock on the door, how did you come in?"
"I asked Brother Zhao to get a spare room card. It's okay, Brother Cong, you have a good rest."
The rice was delivered by Xiao Han.
Qi Cong remembered that dream that was too real, and even felt the familiar faint smell of fir in her breath, hesitated for a while, and asked, "Then besides you, has anyone else come to my room? And me? your phone... did you put it on the bedside table for me?"
"Ah? Mobile phone? Ah! Yes, it's me. What, Brother Cong, I still have work here, so I'll hang up first, remember to eat."
The phone hangs up.
Qi Cong slowly put down the phone.
So it's really a dream.
It was a dream.
He lowered his head and opened WeChat.
Gu Xun just sent a message over.
Gu Xun: There is a night show today.
There is a cat sighing emoji at the back.
Gu Xun was filming, so it was impossible to see him.
Qi Cong raised his hand and touched his lips, feeling a little lost. After a while, he suddenly woke up and moved his fingers away, recalling what he had just thought, and felt embarrassed and embarrassed later.
How can you have such a dream, and because those are just dreams, and...
He looked at the message sent by Gu Xun, and felt that he had secretly taken advantage of the other party. Suddenly, he didn't know how to face the other party. He simply put down his mobile phone and went to the bathroom to wash up.
Eat and eat, don't think about it.
After dinner, Qi Cong took a look on Weibo.
At this time, Tian Wu had already posted a video, and the topics of #jiangzhaoyanunloading and killing the donkey# and #jiangzhaoyanphoenix man# appeared on the tail of the hot search.
He hurriedly made up for the melon that he missed when he fell asleep, and when he saw that a Sanmu employee came out to speak for him, he pinched his palm a little uncomfortable.
The working atmosphere of Miki has always been very good, and there are many old employees who have worked in Miki for more than ten or twenty years. He often went to Miki with Qiyin, and met many old employees of Miki. Those uncles and aunts were like family to him.
But he caused them to lose their jobs.
The phone vibrated suddenly, and Zhao Zhenxun called. Qi Cong returned to his senses, calmed down and answered the phone: "Brother Zhao."
"Well. Have you read Weibo?"
"Just went up and took a look."
"Then prepare yourself psychologically, there will be another round of public opinion wars. Jiang Zhaoyan will not let Yanhuang's reputation take such a sharp turn. If he decides to public relations, he will most likely start by attacking you. Your contribution to Yanhuang is beyond doubt, so The only thing he can attack you is your 'entanglement' of him. He should describe you as a lunatic who haunts him and can't get rid of no matter how he refuses. On our side, you will lose your memory and get sick The incident broke out. In the next battle, the public will analyze and discuss every bit of your disclosed privacy, Qi Cong, again, I suggest you don’t read Weibo.”
Qi Cong's heart was suspended again after a while. He remembered the gentle and intimate Gu Xun in the dream just now, and asked, "When will this public opinion war break out? How long will it last?"
"It depends on when Jiang Zhaoyan will start. Qi Cong, I can only guarantee that after Jiang Zhaoyan has used all his means, I will solve all this as quickly as possible."
"I understand." Qi Cong bowed his head, "Thank you Brother Zhao."
After finishing the phone call with Zhao Zhenxun, Qi Cong went to Weibo to take a look.
Most of the netizens who followed this incident are scolding Jiang Zhaoyan. Many people said that they have been slandering Yan Huang for a lifetime. There was also a wave of people going to Yan Huang's online flagship store on Weibo, to follow up bad reviews and hits for purchased products. A wave of low scores.
The apology statement and handling announcement that Yanhuang's official blog had previously issued was also re-turned by netizens and scolded, and even Anbai's official blog was implicated and condemned by netizens.
The Weibo accounts of Jiang Tian and several other relatives of the Jiang family were dug up, and more foul remarks by Jiang family relatives were dug up. Others dug up Jiang Tian's phone number, and countless people sent swearing text messages to Jiang Tian.
It seemed like a winning spree, but it didn't seem to be.
Qi Cong couldn't help but think about a question.
After Jiang Zhaoyan attacked him as a lunatic, how many people would condemn and attack him like this
Also, Gu Xun's fans, Shen Jia's fans, and countless passers-by, how would they treat such a troublesome character as him? Will everyone feel that he is not worthy... not worthy...
He retracted his thoughts in an evasive manner, picked up his mobile phone and read the messages sent by Gu Xun one by one, repeatedly zoomed in and out of Gu Xun's avatar, and finally clicked into Gu Xun's circle of friends after reading all the messages.
After adding Gu Xun as a friend for so long, he has never clicked into Gu Xun's circle of friends. At first, he was afraid, but then he was not afraid, and because Gu Xun was very close, he didn't expect to visit Gu Xun's friends. circle, and now... he was afraid again.
Outside of him, what would Gu Xun's "circle of friends" be like? Are the people who get along with Gu Xun all very good and powerful people, unlike him—
The page refreshes, and a familiar group photo appears.
Qi Cong was stunned.
The background wall of Gu Xun's circle of friends is actually a photo of him and Gu Xun, which is the one they took in Shen Jia's lounge with Gu Xun on his shoulder.
The unsteady heart seemed to be thrown into a basin of warm water by someone.
He sat up straight, held the phone in both hands, glanced at the photo wall, and even exited and re-entered several times. Finally, he was completely sure that it was not an illusion. The background wall of Gu Xun's circle of friends was really him and Gu Xun. 's photo.
He had mixed feelings.
In such a private place, with such a photo, what did Gu Xun think? With Gu Xun's identity and status, how many people will be staring at Gu Xun, and how many people will see this photo
No, maybe this is just the trumpet that Gu Xun used to contact him, maybe—
His finger slipped, and Gu Xun's recent circle of friends was revealed.
Gu Xun: The lost baby is back, how can we celebrate
Under this circle of friends, Zhao Zhenxun and Shen Jia replied with an ellipsis and a sentence, "I lost your pet?" Gu Xun replied to them respectively, with a smile to Zhao Zhenxun, and a sentence to Shen Jia. " not pets".
With Zhao Zhenxun as a friend, this is definitely not a personal account.
So this photo must be…
Qi Cong's hands that squeezed the phone suddenly relaxed, staring at Gu Xun's friend, and then at Gu Xun, who was smiling softly and happily in front of the camera on the background wall, pursed her lips, quit the circle of friends, put down her phone and turned it on computer.
No, don't look at it.
will pass.
Zhao Zhenxun's suggestion is right, so he shouldn't read Weibo. You Changqing's character biography has not yet been written, the new song has not been practiced, the update of "Chivalrous Bone" has not been sorted out, there are many things to do, and he has no time to pay attention to the kindness and grievances on the Internet.
The computer screen lights up, revealing documents that were not closed before going to bed.
Qi Cong put his finger on the keyboard and stopped for a long time, but he didn't type a word. He suddenly picked up the mobile phone that was put aside, and re-read all the messages Gu Xun sent him, bowed his head, typed, and sent.
Qi Cong: Good.
Qi Cong: Let's watch the meteor shower.
Qi Cong: Gu Xun, I will work hard.
Qi Cong: Wait for me.
After sending the message, he threw his mobile phone aside, put his hand on the keyboard again, glanced over the manuscript that was coded in the morning, moved his fingers, and finally typed out the text smoothly this time.
…
After seven o'clock in the evening, when Weibo became lively, a rumor said to be from a person in the entertainment circle suddenly became popular.
Entertainment New Information v: # Yanhuang Incident Reverse # Received a revelation, the editor can only sigh that the water in the entertainment industry is really deep. Everyone, be careful when you eat melons in the future, and don't accidentally be used as a gunman. Also, you need to be cautious when you stand in line. Anyway, I still care about Qi Cong's credit card debt, regardless of parents and other small things. I think a person who is not filial to his parents should not really love who is right to whom... I just hope that Shen Jia is not deceived by that person.
This Weibo is accompanied by a few coded chat records. The two parties in the chat seem to be employees of which water army studio.
A: How long do you have to control
B: Control until everyone only pays attention to Jiang Zhaoyan, forgets Qi Cong owes his credit card, ignores his parents, and pushes Jiang Zhaoyan to death many times. When will Jiang Zhaoyan be completely beaten to death, so that he will never dare to stand up again, Qi Cong has become a completely innocent victim, when can we stop work.
A: It's really cruel. It cost a lot of money.
B: Several public relations and marketing companies have all gone, and they have invested their capital. It seems that this former rich second generation is determined to enter the entertainment industry to make money.
A: Tsk tsk tsk, doesn't he like Jiang Zhaoyan? Why do you treat Jiang Zhaoyan like this? Yan Huang is afraid it will be over after this time.
B: Mostly. I heard that the second generation of the former rich has decided to sign Manju, and like Shen Jia, he is under Zhao Zhenxun. What methods Zhao Zhenxun did, Jiang Zhaoyan, an outsider in the circle, could not do it. Smell him in advance.
The comments under this Weibo grew rapidly. At first, the trend was to question whether the bloggers broke fake news and whether they wanted to make perfect victims again. However, as some small news broke out, the trend gradually increased. changed.
A bowl of chicken soup: Uh, I'm afraid I'll be sprayed for telling the truth. I am a nurse in a hospital in Haicheng. After Qi Yin went bankrupt, she was ill for a long time and lived in the hospital where I worked. Anyway, she was hospitalized for two months, and I never saw her son visit her. It was her husband who took care of her. When she entered the hospital, she was still a little plump, and after leaving the hospital, she was so thin that she lost shape, which was miserable.
Canned fruit: My family and Qi's family used to have some business dealings. As far as I know, after Sanmu went bankrupt and fell ill, Qi Yin had no money at all. After she was discharged from the hospital, she lived in a very dilapidated community in Wenhua District, Haicheng. The community was about to move without many residents, and the house she lived in didn't even have an air conditioner. In the hot summer, she was forced to endure it. Qi Cong would be happy by herself, living in an apartment in the city center, without even looking at her parents.
Duck towards the supermarket: The wind direction on Weibo scared me to speak. Anyway, everyone should be rational. As far as I know, it is not that Jiang Zhaoyan hangs Qi Cong to raise him as a backup, but that Qi Cong is too extreme. Every time Jiang Zhaoyan rejects him, he commits suicide and even threatens Jiang Zhaoyan. Return the resources of rubbing Miki back. Jiang Zhaoyan was actually quite miserable. He was stuck by Qi Cong, a candy, and couldn't get rid of it. His career was forcibly interfered with by Qi Cong, and the company was manipulated by Qi Yin, who was eager to love his son, with capital. , the result was stuck again... Sadly, anyway, the poor have no human rights.
Lele is not happy today: Do you still remember the report that Qi Cong was mistaken by the paparazzi as Shen Jia's mysterious girlfriend? There was a bank near where they stopped, and I went there for business the other day, and I met the two of them and overheard a little of their conversation. Qi Cong went to cancel the credit card. He really owed the bank a lot of money, and Shen Jia helped him pay it back. Shen Jia is really stupid and sweet, and she was deceived and used thoroughly.
…
The complete change in wind direction came after an old news report was dug up.
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