When Wen Li heard him talk about what happened two years ago, she would feel ashamed for a while.
"Why am I crying..." She grabbed the quilt with her hands, and seemed a little hard to say, "Who hasn't had a young heart yet."
Song Yan looked at her calmly.
"So you liked him." The man stated, paused for a few seconds, and then said calmly, "If you don't have any feelings for him now, there's nothing wrong with admitting it, it's all over."
Wen Li: "No, I don't have one..."
"Go to sleep, I have to get up early tomorrow." He loosened her waist, stretched out his hand to tuck her in the quilt, "good night."
Then he turned his back and turned off the bedside lamp.
Wen Li opened her lips.
Compared to letting people know that she was so weak that she was scolded and cried by the bad comments from netizens, it seemed that people misunderstood that she liked Lu Ming was more embarrassing.
Wen Li, who desperately wants to save face, will never allow Song Yan to misunderstand that she likes that trash, it is simply insulting her vision and connotation.
She jumped up from the bed, with both hands and feet, rolled over him like a puppy, and crawled to the other side of him, forcing her face to face.
Song Yan was a little surprised: "What is this for?"
Wen Li twitched the corners of her lips, and explained loudly in the dark: "I was crying in anger! I was crying in anger!"
"..."
The more Wen Li thought about it, the more angry she became, and the more she talked, the more she complained to Song Yan: "This trash has a girlfriend who still fires up CP with me. Before the hype, I asked Sister Dan to ask him, and he said he was single. Okay. Well, it turned out that he had been talking with Zheng Xue underground for several years, and I had been scolded by him for more than half a year. If Sister Dan hadn't persuaded me that everyone was in the circle, I couldn't see you when I looked up, and I didn't see you when I looked down. My career hasn't stabilized yet, so I can't just tear it up, let me bear with it, it will be fine after a while, I'll be crippled by him long ago!"
"If I knew that he had been talking with Zheng Xue for several years at that time, I would rather not make money from those CP fans. The big deal would be to become popular a few years later."
Song Yan didn't speak for a long time, and Wen Li couldn't see the expression on his face now, a little frustrated: "Hey, don't you believe me?"
"No."
After he finished speaking, Wen Li suddenly felt his warm breath hitting her face, approaching little by little.
She subconsciously hid back, Song Yan was sleeping close to the bed, when she crawled over, there was actually only one bed gap to lie on, half of her body was hanging in the air, and she fell off the bed when she fell a little.
Wen Li exclaimed, Song Yan called her name in panic, and hurriedly turned on the light, only to see her lying on the ground, her face wrinkled.
Song Yan was stunned for a few seconds, then sighed and laughed.
"Smiling fart, you." She growled ferociously.
Song Yan got off the bed and picked her up: "Where did you fall?"
"Nonsense." Wen Li lay on the bed, pointed to the back of her head, her voice was weak, "I may have a concussion."
A generous big hand came up and massaged her.
After rubbing it a few times, it really got better. Wen Li felt that the tailbone also hurt a little, but that place was a little sensitive, so she stretched out her hand to press it.
"It hurts here too?" he asked.
"Well, I can press it myself, and you can rub the back of my head for me."
"There's no need to be shy." Song Yan saw her twitching, and calmly moved her hand to her tailbone, "It's not like I haven't touched it before."
I only touched it when I was doing that kind of thing. Now that the lights are on and people are awake, Wen Li is still not used to it, but he is too comfortable to press it, so after struggling for a while, he let him serve.
"Oh, don't tell others that I cried because of this kind of thing. If it spreads and let those black fans know that I cried because of the comments they scolded me, they will probably scold me more happily in the future."
Wen Li crawled forward a few steps like a turtle, took the phone on the bedside table, opened Weibo and looked through it.
She often browses her own super chat, and knows that fans have a special anti-gang group, which is usually responsible for reporting some blog posts and Weibo accounts that attack her personally.
After flipping through it casually, I saw that the fans had added a few black fan accounts, calling on everyone to report in Chaohua.
One of them is called "Li Ji Bi S".
- "Li chicken cheap cheap cheap cheap cheap cheap cheap cheap cheap cheap cheap cheap cheap cheap cheap cheap low cheap cheap cheap cheap cheap cheap cheap cheap cheap cheap cheap cheap cheap cheap chicken"
—"Bitch, why haven't you killed your parents when you're so cheap?"
Those unsightly insults behind her just glanced at her lightly.
Wen Li glanced at Song Yan calmly, and whispered to herself: "My mother passed away long ago, but my father is in good health. He will definitely live to be a hundred years old."
Then she said to Song Yan: "So you have to keep it a secret for me."
Song Yan frowned. Although he knew that no artist had no fans, seeing these insults in person made him feel a little complicated.
He suddenly picked up the person lying on the bed, hugged her, and patted her on the back like coaxing a child: "It's all over."
Wen Li didn't care, and her tone was cheerful: "It's okay, I'm an impregnable wall now, you can scold me in front of me, if I want to frown, my surname is not Wen."
She heard him laugh, and then whispered, "Little Stubborn Donkey."
Wen Li frowned: "You like to give people nicknames, and this nickname is derogatory."
Song Yan: "Common."
"If I have studied, don't lie to me." Wen Li pushed him away, wanting to prove to him that he was not pretending to be strong, but a real wall of iron and steel, "Really, it's a good thing you were willing to sign an agreement with me at that time. The news of the marriage overshadowed those things at once, and I have a panacea here."
"What panacea?"
Wen Li quickly flipped through her phone again. Her phone hasn't changed its brand in the past few years, and the data import is very convenient, so there are still screenshots from several years ago in the photo album.
They were all private messages from fans, two years ago.
— "Sanli, I don't know if you will see this private message, but I want to tell you, don't pay attention to those rumors in the unexpected world. Although you have a big temper and arrogance, and you often hate fans, we all believe in you "Never come here for fame when you are at your peak, nor leave you when you are at the bottom", we will always love you."
—"Sister qwq really loves you, those who scold you don't understand you, you take the initiative to do swearing for the female artists in the same group in variety shows, and you are so tired that you can't get up the next day and don't even eat breakfast , I became a fan of you at that time, you are a beautiful and kind-hearted little fairy in my heart, these lychees all know it! You work hard, let us clarify the report, and we will accompany you through the difficulties of!"
She took screenshots of these words and saved them in the album.
So she is arrogant to everyone, but not to fans. She will wave to fans every time she travels outdoors, and tell them to study hard and work hard, and not to lose the focus of life for chasing stars. Receive an inexpensive but full-hearted gift from fans, and then post it on Weibo to show off.
"My personality is very attractive."
Wen Li proudly raised an eyebrow at Song Yan.
She glanced at the content of those private messages again, and smiled like a child with a little red flower, bending her eyes.
Seeing Song Yan staring at her and not speaking, Wen Li reflected on whether she was a little too narcissistic, coughed and got up, and got into the quilt: "Okay, I explained everything clearly, next time I will spread rumors even You sue together, go to sleep."
Song Yan hummed, and covered her with the quilt.
Wen Li was really sleepy, so when Song Yan hugged her from behind again, she yawned and did not refuse.
"It's very big." Song Yan said suddenly.
Only then did Wen Li realize that he was answering the question before turning off the lights.
"Why is your reflex arc longer than mine?" But Wen Li was a little happy when she got the affirmation, "Isn't it big? Even if I'm not as good at acting like Zheng Xue, I'm still more likable than her." .”
She always likes to compare herself with her opponents.
As everyone knows, there is no comparison at all.
"Who said you can't." Song Yan sighed, "You are so good, you are very talented."
Wen Li's vanity suddenly soared infinitely, and she just wanted to jump up from the bed and recite aloud, "Go out with a loud cry, we are not from Penghao"!
But she was still a bit modest in her words: "Really? Don't you just compliment me?"
"No." Song Yan thought for a while, with a soft voice, "What you just said made me feel sorry for you."
Wen Li smiled, and said proudly: "I earn so much money every year, what's so distressing?"
"..."
"Why don't you talk anymore?"
"It's nothing, go to sleep."
In the end, her curiosity was aroused again, and she grabbed the quilt and asked excitedly: "Hey, you haven't told me the specific case, am I really good at it? Why didn't I find out by myself? Why don't you tell me?"
"On the bed." Song Yan snorted softly, tapped her head, and said lazily, "The kind that wants to make you unable to get out of bed for three days."
Wen Li was speechless, speaking with great desire to survive.
"Sleep and sleep."
—
Early the next morning, with the humid morning air, Wen Li got up and got ready to go to work. After breakfast, she got into the car arranged by the program team refreshed.
The script was sent out early in the morning. In the morning, it was recorded indoors, and in the afternoon, they went out on location to complete the tasks of the program group.
The recording time is actually only two days, and the rest of the announcement is to record other variety shows of Tong Satellite TV.
Except for Lu Ming and Zheng Xue, the other two pairs of guests, Wen Li, were not very familiar with each other, and Song Yan was even less familiar. Apart from meeting each other at media events on weekdays, there was no intersection at all.
Fortunately, the two pairs of guests were very talkative, and enthusiastically said that they had watched Wen Li's TV series and Song Yan's movies.
There was a male guest who seemed to be a fan of Song Yan’s movies. He was fond of his movies. In the past few years, Song Yan’s work frequency was two big-screen works a year. Ensure that the work is in the audience's view, and use the remaining time to run other commercial announcements and study for a degree.
After two days, in front of the camera, Wen Li and his opponent temporarily maintained a superficial peace, and also added WeChat with the other two pairs of guests. The experience was not bad.
Until the third day, the four pairs of guests appeared on the same satellite TV's interview game variety show together.
First, an awkward opening show was recorded. Song Yan and Wen Li were arranged in a heart prop. When the director made the OK gesture, the heart would split in half from the middle, and then the guests would come from inside walk out.
The host is still reading the script and interacting with the audience.
"Hey, I heard about this couple. Since they got married, there has been very little cooperation. It can be said that there is almost no cooperation, but the popularity is very high. I really want to know the reason. Does anyone in the audience know? What is it about them that attracts you?"
All CP fans said in unison: "Face!"
Several hosts laughed.
"Then let's watch the short introduction video of this pair of guests who are very popular on the Internet."
The short film is nothing, the main reason is that the introductory speech in the background is too embarrassing.
"If you don't know the grain of salt yet, allow me to introduce you."
"Song Yan, at the age of eighteen, made his debut as Chen Jiamu in "Paper Airplane". He is a beautiful boy in white school uniform, affectionate and paranoid. He became the whitest moonlight shadow in the hearts of all the girls that year..."
"Wen Li, the queen of idol drama ratings, is suitable for both light and heavy makeup. Whether it is the magnificent princess in the drama, or the playful and cute girl next door, they all have her unique charm..."
"Created in heaven and earth, gods and couples, they have top-notch looks, no wonder passers-by can't help shouting, ah, they are so good!"
Song Yan: "..."
Wen Li: "..."
I really don't know how the guests who were on the show survived when they heard their own introductions.
After the introduction of the short film, the host asked the audience loudly: "Are you looking forward to them?"
"expect!"
With a bang, the heart exploded in two, the dry ice machine whizzed out mist, and the little celebratory ribbons flew down from the roof of the studio.
"Let us welcome! Yanli couple! Song Yan, Wen Li!"
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Grains of Salt: You have been hiding in the props, but you are still dead
"Come here for fame when you are not at your peak—" From the Internet, not original