I'm not a superstar [entertainment circle]

Shen Qianhe lost his composure, and squatted on the ground for a while, then raised his head to look angrily at Shen Fanxing, and then at Wen Han.

He hates it so much, they don't understand their own sadness.

But he knew it was embarrassing, and now he has no one else who can make him lose his composure. Someone is already investigating the matter of finding a wife and children, and he just wants to find some comfort.

But if Shen Fanxing didn't give him a step down here, he could only build a step up for himself.

"She has been well all along, and the child is very close to me, so why did she take the child and leave?" Shen Qianhe lowered his head, with a vague expression.

The voice-activated lights outside the corridor were originally dimmed, but when Shen Qianhe made a sound, the lights turned on again.

Wen Han invited people in first, and then closed the door.

Shen Fanxing leaned on the sofa with a high profile, pulled Wen Han to sit down too, and then asked Shen Qianhe: "Do you want to sit?"

Shen Qianhe shook his head, feeling that his younger brother's expression was very calm and flat, a little dissatisfied, and said loudly: "My wife and child are lost!"

Shen Fanxing met his gaze, and if it wasn't for Wen Han's pull, he would have uttered a sweet breath now: Oh, all those who don't presuppose marriage are hooligans!Also playing out of the child!

Shen Fanxing just wanted to say: Fortunately, my sister-in-law has a brain, and those who have no brains will be deceived by you for the rest of their lives!

Wen Han felt that judging from the results, Shen Qianhe's sadness at this time was real, so he felt that there was no need to force people into a dead end. His wife and children ran away, and I believe it had indeed dealt him a great blow.

So Wen Han poked Shen Fanxing, hoping that he could pull Shen Qianhe out of some horns.

Shen Fanxing hummed softly, pursed his lips tightly, and sighed helplessly: "Didn't there be any warning signs before? If there were no warning signs, then I think it might be kidnapping. You should go to the police station immediately Let's cooperate with the police."

Shen Qianhe's head suddenly drooped again, and after a while he muttered: "It's not kidnapping, she really doesn't want me anymore..."

"It's not without warning. She talked to me about something the day before yesterday. She said that when she was shopping, she saw the mother and daughter raised by her father outside. She told me that she didn't want to become like them one day."

The mother and daughter that Shen's father raised outside seemed to be very popular with him, but in the end it was not justified.

The girl who grew up facing the strange eyes of the outside world was deeply influenced by her mother since she was a child. She also wanted to become the unique eldest lady of the Shen family one day, so she was as good at making Father Shen happy as her mother.

But where Father Shen couldn't see, she and her mother were extremely snobbish, smiling in front of Father Shen, but after he left the next second, the mother and daughter's nature was exposed.

Don't ask whether it is right or wrong when buying something, but only measure the value of the item by the amount of money.

Wherever you go, you have to pay attention to ostentation. After all, she is the daughter of Shen's father, the only daughter of the Shen family. She feels that she will be recognized by the Shen family sooner or later.

But they also seemed to be anxious. After all, although this girl was younger than Shen Qianhe, she was older than Shen Fanxing. She was already 27 years old, and it was time to talk about marriage in just a few years.

But in fact, it was too late. The orthodox wealthy lady started to meet the boys of the right family when she was an adult, and even earlier, childhood sweethearts and so on.

They also didn't expect that the current second wife of the Shen family didn't notice anything wrong at all, she was just as stupid as a pig.

It's no wonder that the mother and daughter, who were raised outside, started to think differently. If they can't be recognized by the Shen family as soon as possible, so that they can have the capital to "climb" to a high-ranking family, it is conceivable that the mother and daughter will still be the only ones in the future. Only by relying on Shen's father can he live a good life.

Shen Qianhe's wife saw them not just once, but the recent meeting really broke many of her fantasies. She could be with Shen Qianhe because of love regardless of everything, but what about their daughter?

"She asked me if I had thought about making any changes..." Shen Qianhe said in a heavy voice, "But I didn't want to get married in the first place, and I planned to take her home with the child in a few days to meet my parents. She just left without a word."

Shen Fanxing was annoyed by Shen Qianhe's rambling statements, looking at the time, he had been talking for over an hour.

Pushing Wen Han who was a little sleepy next to him, Shen Fanxing told him to go back to his room and sleep first.

Wen Han still has concert rehearsals tomorrow, and will record songs in the afternoon.

Wen Han wasn't polite to him either, after all, Shen Qianhe didn't like him all the time, and this person just lost his wife, seeing Shen Fanxing and Wen Han paired up now, it's probably a thrill.

After Wen Han entered the room, Shen Fanxing felt much more relaxed.

The impatience in his eyes was not concealed at all, he glanced at his brother coldly and said, "You still think she is not satisfied?"

Yes, you should have left you scumbag early!

Shen Qianhe paused for a moment, feeling a little guilty, he had indeed thought about it, but he was very clear that this idea was wrong, at least the other party did suffer more grievances for him.

He didn't sit down all this time, and only then did he feel tired, and he still refused to sit on Shen Fanxing's sofa. In his opinion, that seemed like an admission of defeat.

Shen Qianhe leaned back against the wall, his whole body showing a kind of slump, his eyes were a little lax, "Yeah, that's not what I said, I just think, she shouldn't just leave without saying a word! Is there anything I can't say well?" ?"

Shen Fanxing gave him a blank look: "Then think about it for yourself first, did you give her a chance to talk about it?"

Shen Qianhe: "I, I... I was too busy a while ago."

Shen Fanxing said bluntly: "Scumbag, don't make excuses for your scum, your wife may still be able to stay by your side without a name, that's because she really loves you, but a mother who has a child, don't worry about it. It's normal to think a little bit, but you, you just think about yourself."

Shen Fanxing became more and more enthusiastic, stood up and pointed at Shen Qianhe's nose and said: "If you are afraid of marriage, then don't get married, don't have any children, while you talk about fear of marriage, you still want to enjoy the benefits of marriage, you This is scum without knowing it, so why do you want to set up a memorial archway, and set it up again and again."

After he finished speaking, he felt disgusted, Shen Fanxing felt that if he was still obsessed with his obsession, he would feel sorry for the night when he was disturbed from his dreams.

Tsk, isn't it nice to sleep with your wife in your arms?Why do you want to listen to scumbags talking late at night?

Not only did Shen Fanxing think so, he really wanted to do it too. He looked in the direction of the door, and then at Shen Qianhe.

Shen Fanxing thought he understood clearly, but Shen Qianhe grabbed Shen Fanxing's arm as if he had caught some savior: "You mean, she actually wants that marriage certificate, but isn't that just a marriage certificate?" Ben? Is it that important?"

"Hehe," Shen Fanxing's fists were a little itchy, "You don't even want to give him a piece of money, you just want his whole life. If I know you're so abnormal, I shouldn't have opened this door."

"Oh no," Shen Qianhe scratched his head, explained more and more confused, and finally said irritably: "My wife has run away! You can't talk to me normally, of course I also want to know the crux, or she will run away next time what to do?"

So you know there's a next time?Shen Fanxing twitched her lips: "You may not be able to find it back, what about next time? Your wife is so mean."

"Shen Fanxing!" Shen Qianhe raised his eyebrows coldly and warned.

"Keep your voice down!" Shen Fanxing also looked annoyed, and answered under a low voice, "My wife is being disturbed!"

"I can't keep my voice down!" Shen Qianhe spoke even louder, "My wife is gone! I can't calm down!"

Shen Fanxing wanted to punch someone with a headache: "You don't even have books! Then it's not your wife! It wasn't before, it's not now, as for whether it will be in the future...that's another story!"

Shen Qianhe was also completely angry: "Then you don't have books, you laugh a hundred steps at a hundred steps, do you still have a sense of superiority?!"

Shen Fanxing: "..."

Shen Qianhe: "..."

Shen Qianhe has never quarreled with anyone like this since he was a child.His mother, Ms. Guo, has high expectations for him, and as her mentality becomes unstable, the expectations are getting higher and higher, and her father will always compare him with the eldest brother of the Shen family. They receive the same education and come from the same Shen family. The root string is tense all the time.

After the quarrel was over, he felt much more comfortable in his heart.

In an instant, he reflected on many things.

Then he just stared at Shen Fanxing for a while, Shen Qianhe's mind was full of the words his wife had told him before she left.

Just when Shen Fanxing felt that a new round of quarrel was about to start, he even planned to cover his brother's mouth with a pillow on the sofa for a while, then Shen Qianhe looked at him deeply for a while, and said: "The previous thing, sorry."

"And thank you!" Shen Qianhe felt that his heart had never been so suddenly. Many points that he felt entangled and unable to make a decision now seemed to be just his own horns.

Shen Qianhe opened the door and strode downstairs.

Shen Fanxing put on his fighting stance, and when he was caught off guard, his opponent retreated.

"He's sick!" Shen Fanxing yawned wearily, closed the door, and hurried back to the house to hug his wife.

As soon as he felt warm and cold, Shen Fanxing sighed comfortably, and then fell asleep comfortably.

But Wen Han didn't actually fall asleep, the two brothers were arguing so loudly, if he could still fall asleep, there must be a ghost!

The rehearsal of the concert originally did not include dancing.

Wen Han wasn't born in a serious performing arts class. When the talent show was first drafted, the program team had been trying to find ways to arrange dance lessons for the students, but Wen Han refused.

He felt that this matter was not his specialty, and he didn't think he could do it well.

When Huang Yicheng proposed this time, he said: "You can stand on the stage again, which is already the best gift for fans. I don't think your dance can be so good, but if we do a Just try it out, just a simple move, fans will love it."

Wen Han still couldn't accept it: "If it's just for their liking, I don't think it should be done.

Because they like me but I can’t dance. They like me because of my songs and me. If I am Wen Han who can dance, it’s another kind of Wen Han. I’m not even sure I will What is the effect. "

"It's not just to please the fans." Huang Yicheng thought for a moment and said again: "During the period after you recorded the program and made it public, the fans really contributed a lot. From my manager's point of view, You need to protect them, but from your point of view, can it be understood as a kind of... thanks?"

It was only then that Wen Han moved his mind. He used to think that all the songs were the language of his gratitude, but Huang Yicheng said that, at least this concert, after more than three years, he really needed to stand on the stage he hadn't seen for a long time. something different.

Wen Han said: "Let me try it, tell the dance teacher not to make too complicated movements, I'm afraid I will be embarrassed."

Huang Yicheng succeeded in persuasion, and went to contact the dance teacher with satisfaction.

Seeing his joyful expression, Wen Han had the illusion that he had jumped into a pit.

Regret now... Is it too late?

It seems that most of the current idols are good at singing and dancing, Wen Han thinks that he is probably... a little bit arrogant.

Wen Han has practiced dancing for a week, and he himself has not been driven crazy, but the dance teacher is almost driven crazy.

"This movement should be more graceful. Are you sure you are dancing? I think you are moving bricks."

"Please tell me your robot number, I will ask your programmer to implant a dance program for you..."

"Why did you record the song once and pass it, such a simple dance... are you trying to make me angry?!"

Wen Han died wronged: "Teacher, is it good for me to be mad at you? To be honest, my lack of dancing skills is inherited from above. My mother... yes, my mother's dancing is scarier than me."

The dance teacher invited by Huang Yicheng is also a leader in the industry. His name is Li Keke. In recent years, he has hardly come out to pick up jobs, so he is very casual.

Teacher Ke Ke didn't really complain about Wen Han, she really hasn't encountered such a mudslide for many years: "Well, speaking of scary characters, it's not like Teacher hasn't encountered them before, your body is too stiff, you Practice more these days, you can't dance zombie dances for fans, right?"

Wen Han felt that what the teacher said made sense, but the concert was still some time away, so there was no need to worry too much now.

After today's dance practice, Wen Han asked Teacher Ke Ke for a leave of absence. He was going to participate in the Golden Melody Ceremony the next day, and there were two or three live events after that, and he couldn't practice dance for a few days in between.

Teacher Ke Ke gave a "tsk" sound: "You can't come to my place to practice dance, but it doesn't mean you can't practice. You just have too hard bones. If you are like this, you and Mr. Shen at night—"

Wen Han just took a sip of water and almost spit it out.

Teacher Ke Ke said with a smile: "Don't think wrongly, I just want Mr. Shen to help you stretch your legs if you have nothing to do, and it will also help enhance your relationship."

Wen Han directly denied this proposal in his heart, and continued to improve, which must be an indescribable plot.

Shen is always a businessman, and he will never miss a bite of meat delivered to his mouth.

Assistant Ding Chen was standing guard at the door, waiting for Wen Han.

Wen Han pushed the door out and did not see Huang Yicheng. Ding Chen explained: "Brother Cheng has gone to the matchmaking process, and there are still some questions that may be interviewed. Now I will take my brother to try on the clothes I will wear tomorrow."

Wen Han nodded.

Ding Chen was hesitant to say anything beside him: "Brother Cheng has one more sentence, let me bring it to you."

"What words?" Wen Han felt that it must not be a good word, it seems to embarrass the child.

Ding Chen looked around, then moved closer and said to Wen Han, "Brother Cheng said that he will show his face tomorrow, so please pay attention tonight."

Pay attention?Pay attention to what?

After Wen Han thought of something, his expression changed subtly.

Is... Did you see the mark someday?

Wen Han thought about this question all the way, and felt really distressed.

The car was parked in a not very prosperous alley. Although this is not a popular commercial street address, it is the birthplace of many old brands in City C.

Even now, there are still many fabric shops active.

It is also here that there is actually a private custom studio, which is so strangely inconsistent with the sense of age of this street.

Ding Chen pushed open the door and followed Wen Han in. After entering, Ding Chen was also taken aback. As the young master of the Ding family, he had never seen anything in the world, but he saw the clothes hanging on the first floor at a glance. Definitely not Fanpin.

There are also the furnishings in this room, which are high-end like an exhibition.

As soon as they came in, the clerk led them to the second floor: "Mr. Wen, your clothes are on the second floor, and there is a fitting room above. If the size is not suitable, you can change it on the spot, and it will not affect tomorrow's activities."

Wen Han nodded, and walked up with curiosity: "Where did Brother Cheng find such a powerful place? It smells like money."

Ding Chen shook his head slightly: "Why do you think it's Brother Cheng?"

Wen Han suddenly came to his senses: "Oh, so Shen Fanxing really wants to walk the red carpet with me? I think he's been crazy at work recently."

But he would think Brother Cheng is very powerful, mostly because Brother Cheng never said "no" to him. At most, he took a deep breath, then patted Wen Han on the shoulder, and gave him a reassuring look: "OK, come on!" give it to me."

So in a short period of time, Wen Han's trust in him has been rising steadily.

The space on the second floor was a bit more spacious than the first floor, and the tulle curtains swayed gently in the wind, swinging in front of Wen Han, as if he had entered some illusion in the blink of an eye.

The clerk brought Wen Han to the two dresses and explained to him the source of the sense of design, all of which were Wen Han's songs.

One is Wen Han's famous song "Moon River", and the other is the movie theme song "Sea Totem" that Wen Han sang to others not long ago. All the design elements are very Chinese.

Wen Han almost listened to the introduction, and chose the dress in the back.

The light blue long Chinese tunic suit is said to be light blue, but it is more like the dusty blue after the sun goes down and before the moon rises. It is not deep, and it is the cool color that Wen Han usually likes.

However, the color was smudged again on the front chest of the clothes, and the color gradually deepened and extended to the curtain color of night sky blue. The entire left side was embroidered with extremely complicated patterns.

Wen Han could tell at a glance that the embroidery was a dragon.

He likes this suit very much, but he can't help but think a little too much: "Is this suitable for me to wear? I think it will cause hatred?"

Although that movie was about a dragon in the sea, Wen Han was not the protagonist, he just sang a theme song.

Not only Wen Han felt that, but the assistant Ding Chen couldn't help gasping a few times after seeing it, and also felt sorry for him: "I'm also afraid, does Brother Cheng think that winning an award for your song is a sure thing? ? Did he say anything to you?"

"What can I say? This Golden Melody Ceremony is a relatively representative awards ceremony in the music industry. It's nothing special, but being able to be invited here already means that someone has a certain level of strength..." Wen Han looked at this suit, I like it more and more.

The clerk smiled politely beside him: "Originally, our boss should explain to you in person today, but he had to leave early because he had something to do, and said that he must have a face-to-face chat with Mr. Wen next time. These two sets of clothes , what I didn't tell you just now is——

The suit you chose is tailor-made for you by the boss. He said that no one else can wear his design, but Mr. Wen. If you are still hesitant, you can try both suits. "

The clerk took off the clothes and handed them to Wen Han: "This high-end clothes are made to match the theme of your song. Next time, you will find an occasion where you can wear this clothes. I'm afraid it's still a bit difficult, isn't it?"

Wen Han thinks what he said is right, the set of "Moon River" can be worn at other song festivals next time, but this set of "Sea Totem" is the only one, if you miss this time...

"Okay," Wen Han gritted his teeth, "I'll try it out."

The fitting room of this store is also very elegant. After Wen Han entered, the clerk used a huge curtain to separate the space. Wen Han could see a huge mirror a few meters ahead, so he could check the effect of his upper body.

Now he stood in front of the big mirror for a while, compared the clothes on his body, and felt that he liked them more.

He has always liked this color, which has the feeling of ink painting.

Wen Han entered the fitting room and changed into clothes. The clerk didn't panic at all. This suit was indeed tailor-made for him, and all the gaps left were just right. He was wearing a loose T-shirt today. After putting it on, the collar of the clothes can even expose his collarbone just a little bit.

It was just this that made Wen Han feel a little embarrassed.

What should I wear in this suit?Short sleeves?Not suitable?shirt?It doesn't seem to fit either.

When Wen Han was worrying, he didn't notice that the door of the fitting room was gently pushed open. He was about to turn around and go out to ask the clerk when the person who came in hugged him gently from behind.

"When I saw the finished product, I knew you would look good in it." Shen Fanxing's voice revealed a sense of satisfaction: "It suits you better than I imagined. I dare say that in this world, apart from you, you are warm and cold. No one can wear it to that effect anymore."

Wen Han obviously didn't expect this person to come in without saying a word, and poked him back with his arm: "The international model is probably going to vomit blood after hearing this. My figure can't compare with Mr. Shen's. They are even more incomparable.”

Shen Fanxing shook his head: "No, no, no, although it is said that clothes depend on your figure, but not all clothes depend on your figure, and this face..."

"Models wear clothes, and everyone only thinks the clothes look good." Shen Fanxing reached out and touched Wen Han's collarbone, "But when you wear them, everyone will only say, Wen Han is so handsome! Am I wrong?"

"It seems... there is nothing wrong," Wen Han smiled, but he just felt that something was weird.

"But..." Wen Han pointed to the dragon totem on his left side, "Will this overwhelm the host?"

"What's the noise? The movie started to be released at the beginning of this month, and it's still online in theaters. This is the Golden Melody Festival, and it's not the film and television awards, it's your home game. Rubbing your heat."

Wen Han was persuaded by him, but it was mainly because the clothes were really good.

Wen Han looked in the mirror and was very satisfied, "Then choose it, then what will you wear tomorrow?"

Shen Fanxing asked him to wait, then took a set of clothes into the fitting room, Wen Han saw that the suit was dark blue.

Shen Fanxing didn't close the door of the fitting room either, so Wen Han enjoyed a handsome man's dress-up.

It was the same thing when he watched it by himself, even if he had done something more intimate, at this time, as a pure spectator, Wen Han couldn't help being amazed in his heart.

Shen Fanxing's figure is really a natural clothes hanger.

He has broad shoulders and narrow waist, and has muscles on his body, especially the standard eight-pack abs in the abdomen, but the rest is well-balanced, so he won't give people the impression of a purely muscular man.

Wen Han has personally experienced it, the fleshy texture is very strong, as for the taste... Cough cough cough, this question is beyond the outline.

Shen Fanxing put on his trousers first, and Wen Han felt that he should be the one who received the invitation letter, and that he was the one running with him.

Shen Fanxing's upper body was naked, and he put on a dark blue coat. Wen Han looked at the corresponding totem pattern of the same style on the coat...

He also had a dragon on it, but it was brighter than his own. There was a moon on Shen Fanxing's dragon totem. Star.

Not so conspicuous stars.

Wen Han looked at Shen Fanxing's clothes, and then at his own, so the two totems were a set, "Dragon swallowing the moon?" Wen Han looked at Shen Fanxing and asked, "Is that what you mean?"

After reading it, Shen Fanxing whispered in his ear:

"No, I think it's... Erlong Xizhu."

Wen Han: "..."

Why does this word feel so dirty when it comes out of his mouth?

Wen Han fell into deep thought.

The author has something to say: Shen Fanxing: Erlong Xizhu, let's try it tonight?

Wen Han: If this is an interrogative sentence, the answer is, no.

Shen Fanxing: What about declarative sentences?

Wen Han: Gwen——