Zhang Dengjie Cai

The song is called "See You". The first four sentences are relatively safe, but the whole song is full of ridicule and rejection. Zhang Anran wrote the lyrics and composed the music himself, and the whole process is mysterious. This is also the first time for his team members. Hear the full version.

All the makeup has been removed, and the media are busy interviewing Li Yuan, who just won the award. Several reporters who had previously made an appointment sent a message saying that they would wait a while. .”

Xiao Wang didn't persuade his boss. If he accepted an interview after Li Yuan today and sent it back to China, he would lose his momentum and look too embarrassed.

Zhang Anran ate some food in the background, and just when he was half full, he received a message from Qiping.

"The new song is very nice, I want to see you, is that okay?"

Zhang Anran stared at the message for three seconds, moved his fingers quickly, and replied: "Are you outside the door?"

"Well, can I come in?" On the top of the interface, there was a new message.

Zhang Anran tapped the screen with his fingers, of course he can tell him not to come in, but he will not leave either, and he will always meet at the door.

"Enter."

The door behind him opened in the next second, and the staff subconsciously stood up. Zhang Anran looked in the mirror, and saw Qi Ping at this moment in the mirror.

Qi Ping wore a pair of flat glasses with no prescription today, his hair was raised back, revealing a smooth and full forehead. He was well dressed, but his face was covered with a layer of very light makeup, covering his cheeks. Small blemishes, the lips have also been carefully processed, turning into a light pink that is very suitable for kissing.

He walked behind Zhang Anran, and put his right hand on his shoulder. His fingers were pale and slender, but very hot—his body temperature was always high. When they first dated each other, Zhang Anran liked to hold his hand very much, it was full of warmth , like holding a fire.

"Everyone go out." Zhang Anran said coldly.

"Go out." Qi Ping laughed, and slid his fingers along Zhang Anran's shoulders to his exposed neck, covered the arteries in the neck, and touched it carefully.

The sound of footsteps gradually faded away, and finally one person closed the door sympathetically, Zhang Anran finally revealed a little bored emotion in his eyes, he raised his hand, and tore Qiping's hand off his neck without thinking Letting go, he said, "I thought you had the minimum sense of shame."

"I thought you were so disappointed in me that you didn't want to mention me anymore, but you are singing here, you should sing for me," Qi Ping grabbed the top of the back of the chair behind Zhang Anran with both hands, and rested his head on Zhang Anran's head. On the top of his head, his chin was only a few millimeters from the top of his hair. There was no touch, but there was a hint of danger. He smiled, with a little satisfaction in his eyes, "You can't leave me, and you can't forget me. You are still very happy." like me, right?"

Zhang Anran didn't say a word, he has always had a bad temper, but Qi Ping, he seldom gets angry, he never beat him, nor scolded him, when he was saddest, he just pursed his lips and turned away without saying a word.

He always feels that bad temper can be spread to outsiders, but to family members, there is no need to make noise and violence.He was not decisive enough, so he gave Qi Ping a chance, and entangled him stickily, as if everything could pass.

Zhang Anran stopped talking, Qi Ping stopped talking, they all looked at the mirror, the expressions of the two people in the mirror were exactly the same indifference, no one could see the turbulent emotions inside.

After all, it was Qi Ping who moved his eyes away first. He let go of the hand holding the back of Zhang Anran's chair, walked around in front of him, and bent down. His knees were always straight, but it was easy to kneel in front of Zhang Anran. , Zhang Anran didn't push him away, nor refused him.

The two spent more than half an hour in the dressing room, and opened the door flush, with no expression on their faces, but their lips became redder, but few people rushed to look at him, so naturally they couldn't detect it. His voice was no different from before he entered the door, he only said: "Take care of him carefully."

Xiao Wang lowered his head, expressing that he had listened to it, and most of the others had the same reaction. They received two salaries all year round, and they were Qi Ping's pawns from the very beginning. Naturally, they couldn't be tough. They were never asked to do anything that was not beneficial to Zhang Anran.

Qi Ping couldn't delay any longer, he had to go back early to deal with some domestic affairs.Zhang Anran's plane ticket was three or four days later, he was inexplicably anxious, but there was nothing he could do.

Zhang Anran stared blankly in front of the mirror for a while, and after a few minutes, he realized that his team members had entered the door and were staring at him with seemingly hidden eyes.

He raised his hand and said, "Mobile phone."

Xiao Wang delivered the mobile phone neatly, he opened Weibo, and found that the top few people on the hot search were all related to Li Yuan.

"Lee Yeon Grammy"

"Lee Yeon's Tender Love"

"Li Yuan didn't expect to win the award, but he was very happy to win the award"

Zhang Anran randomly found a topic and clicked in, and found that the popular card was Heizi, whom he was familiar with. The other party suddenly became a fan of Li Yuan's career, and was waving his flag. He was crazy about Li Yuan's award-winning work "Warm Love" with three topics.

Zhang Anran asked casually, "Did you win the prize?"

No one dared to answer this sentence.

He quit the topic, went to the main page, opened the editing interface, and after ten seconds, posted a Weibo.

@李元, congratulations, you sing very well.

The fans were shocked when they saw this Weibo, and they tried to find out some other meanings from this sentence, but this sentence is so normal, it doesn't look like Zhang Anran can write After it came out, the "team generation theory" suddenly became popular again, and there was a lot of noise on the Internet, which was really lively.

Zhang Anran switched off the game and played for half an hour. Xiao Wang hesitated and reminded him to leave.

Zhang Anran groaned, still holding his mobile phone in his hand, without raising his eyes, he walked forward.At this time, Li Yuan's interview has basically come to an end. In order to create more explosive points, and to fill tomorrow's page, the reporters and photographers began to look for Zhang Anran.

Zhang Anran couldn't keep a low profile. After all, the group's goal was too big. The flashlights began to turn on and off, and many different voices swarmed in their ears.Zhang Anran never raised his head, he was immersed in the game space, Xiao Wang and Jonny each held his arm, reminding him of the path under his feet, he walked very steadily, arrogant and indifferent, some media broadcasted a live broadcast on the spot , and soon a large number of Zhang Anran's fans poured in, and Zhang Anran's fans just relied on the screenshots to lick the screen and screamed for beauty, and pushed Zhang Anran's name up from a piece of Li Yuan in the hot search.

Zhang Anran walked into the hotel, and the media reporters were caught by the hotel's security guards, unable to move on, had to snap a few photos of his back.

Zhang Anran stepped on the last step, but put away his mobile phone at this moment. He turned around, waved to the reporters and photographers, and said, "See you in China."

"See you at home."

Zhang Anran entered the door of the hotel, but his staff quickly dug out the gift packages prepared in advance, each of them gave a copy, and Xiao Wang also distributed the pre-ordered hot coffee to them, not forgetting to mention "" Zhang Anran asked us to send it, our boss has a bad temper, but he is really not bad.”

Zhang Anran didn't care much about whether the media people who received the hot coffee and gifts would be touched, or whether they would be "bought".

Qi Pingren had already left, but his traces remained in the hotel. Zhang Anran entered the bathroom, closed his eyes, touched the familiar outline of the bottle with his fingers, paused slightly, but took it out anyway.

I can't tell whether it's habit or love, I don't want to touch it, it seems to be escaping, it's more like protection.