I went to hell after passively coming out [live]

The nights in Spring City are always lively, especially in the Northeast region where barbecues are very popular, and you can see enthusiastic night owls everywhere on the street.

Qiao Mengxing raised his eyebrows and looked at the plastic stool that could scrape off a layer of oil with his nails. He took out a few sheets of paper from the paper drawer and spread them on it, and then sat down.

His waist is straight, his legs are crossed, and a small part of his ankle is exposed under his suit pants.

Unexpectedly, just after returning to his hometown, Fa Xiao, who hadn’t seen each other for more than ten years, asked him to meet at a food stall, which is also very local.

It so happened that an old man passed by with an oven cart, and several steaming sweet potatoes were stacked on the cart. They were baked until the flesh was yellow to red under the cracked skin. The sweet smell floated over.

When he got to Qiao Mengxing's side, he stopped the old man.

"how much is it?"

"Seven yuan a catty." Even though it was summer, the uncle's face was like a wrinkled eggplant skin in winter, and he opened his mouth with a strong local accent.

He opened the furnace lid, and the hot air rushed straight to Qiao Mengxing's face. The uncle picked a big one for Qiao Mengxing, then took out a scale and started to weigh it. After weighing it, he packed it in a plastic bag and delivered it.

Qiao Mengxing touched his pocket and handed a brand new bill to the uncle.

"keep the change."

"Then how can it be done!" The old man was struggling to find the change from his pocket. Hearing this, he became anxious, and the speed was much faster. He hurriedly found the money and stuffed it into Qiao Mengxing's arms. The furnace trolley left.

Qiao Mengxing, who had never touched change in his life, was a little at a loss holding a large pile of one and five banknotes, so he simply stuffed all the change into the suitcase.

"Hey, I don't think you look like you need relief. You don't get change for every sweet potato you buy."

Sitting opposite was a rather bookish man with pigtails, it was Fa Xiao Gu Wenjie.

"Old man, it's not easy." Qiao Mengxing smiled and made room for the person serving the food.

"You silly thing, you can sell it for 400 yuan a day at a food stall, which is much richer than you are now." Gu Wenjie picked up the barbecue skewers that he had just served, and checked Weibo from time to time.

Qiao Mengxing: "..."

He hasn't returned to China for a long time, thinking that the Northeast is still the same as it was ten years ago.

"Look at what I found. I like to mention hot searches, Mr. Qiao, the national husband becomes gay in seconds, and the famous rich second generation is kicked out of the wealthy family. This headline is too explosive."

Gu Wenjie shook the phone at Qiao Mengxing, and the content was a photo of two men hugging and kissing.

Qiao Mengxing's hand holding the suitcase suddenly clenched.

"Why does that cheap brother of yours behave like a primary school student? He even asked a reporter to expose it. Now that the family scandal is known all over the country, your father must not beat him to death."

Gu Wenjie asked the waiter to carry the beer. After opening the bottle, he took a sip and said, "It's fine to mess around outside, and the old men don't bother to care about it. But once this matter is really brought to the fore, no one's life will be easy." It won't be easy, not to mention that your identity is sensitive."

"I didn't!" Qiao Mengxing suddenly shouted, with anger like a torrential rain in his eyes, and the luggage handle was completely crushed.

This temper really hasn't changed, just like a second kicker, he explodes at once.

Gu Wenjie took a sip of wine to suppress his shock.

"So the photos exposed by your brother are all fake? Experts say they are not counterfeit, but they were bought?" Gu Wenjie did not suspect that he was a child. Although they hadn't seen each other for more than ten years, they still kept in touch, and their relationship was not broken. faded away.

"This matter is more complicated." Qiao Mengxing suppressed his anger, his voice was cold, and there was faint fatigue between his brows.

Although the pixels of the exposed photos were not very high due to the distance, it could still be seen that they were Qiao Mengxing himself.

There is a picture of him walking on the street with a man hugging him from behind, another picture of him sitting in a coffee shop with the man kissing his side face, and the rest of the pictures are similar, as long as there are eyes It can be seen that the relationship between the two of them is extraordinary, and the photo is truly terrifying. Qiao Mengxing has also found someone to identify it, and the photo is absolutely not fake.

The problem was that he didn't know the man whose face wasn't even photographed, and nothing like this had ever happened.

He is really penniless now, his overseas bank card has been frozen, his company position has been taken over by his younger brother, and he only has one piece of cash—now he has paid tribute to Mr. Roasted Sweet Potatoes.

His father wanted to use this method to force him to admit his mistakes, but Qiao Mengxing was not a smooth person, and this incident was a natural disaster. His violent temper was more stubborn than his father, and he didn't care about the company at all. The result of the collision was that Qiao Mengxing was kicked out of the house.

The rumors and news spread on the Internet now fermented the whole incident. Even if Zhao Kangjiang softened and wanted to take Qiao Mengxing back, it would not be a simple matter, not to mention that Zhao Kangjiang had no desire to agree at all.

Gu Wenjie silently looked at Qiao Mengxing's famous leather shoes, then looked up at the sky, and then looked around at the food stalls where there were mountains of garbage and wine bottles, and sighed from the bottom of his heart.

"This stepfather is really fucked up. Didn't he drag you back from England just to help your younger brother, but now he's leaving him alone and using you as a post-it note?"

"So I'm here to beg you to take me in." Qiao Mengxing regained her composure, and silently unscrewed a bottle of juice.

Gu Wenjie turned his eyes, and suddenly said: "Your Majesty, I have a plan."

Qiao Mengxing said: "Oh? What's the great writer Gu's opinion?"

"Anyway, you're already in the newspapers and you're in a mess." Gu Wenjie wiped his mouth slowly, and assumed the posture of talking in detail.

"Let's live broadcast with me first. It just so happens that you have your own traffic, and black and red are also red. Besides, our Mengxing people are so good. If you don't keep them all, someone will give you a big rocket." Gu Wenjie turned on the phone, and the puppy-shaped app jumped into it Yan Lian, "I recently organized an event. The next book will be broadcast live to collect materials. You can just walk around with me, and you have the right to relax."

Not only did Gu Wenjie grow up with Qiao Mengxing, but he was also a very famous writer.Although he doesn't look serious, but his writing skills are very deep, and he will be honored as a great god everywhere.

And this dog head app is the recently popular Kala Kala platform, commonly known as K Station. As a video website, it has a live broadcast function, and has cultivated many popular Internet celebrities.

"Are you helping me or hurting me... Live broadcast?" Qiao Mengxing was in a much better mood and started to talk back.

Gu Wenjie was uncharacteristically, he didn't follow the skin, but just snorted coldly: "Of course it's to help you, do you know what your image is now, you used to be a national husband, but now you are a dead gay who was kicked out of a wealthy family, I want to congratulate you again Were you ridiculed by the whole network? Let me figure it out, the last time you were picked out to have no blood relationship with the Zhao family, has it not happened yet?"

"I don't care." Qiao Mengxing held his chin with one hand, and the combed hair was scattered by the wind, and it fell on his delicate eyebrows and eyes.

Gu Wenjie's attitude was firm: "No, you are always like this, as if you have no intentions. This time you listen to me, this is a rare opportunity. I really can't understand those online trolls, who talk like they have seen it with their own eyes. This time Just let them see with their own eyes who you are."

Qiao Mengxing was shaken by his pure thoughts...

Who am I, who is what the media says, I am who I am.

Since returning to China for the first time to appear in commercial activities, there have been endless reports about him, such as national boyfriend, the most handsome and rich second generation, these names can change ten tricks a day, and the husband of netizens can change ten tricks a day, but He's always been on top.

No, the surname Zhao is "homosexual" again. As soon as her husband's dream and personality were shattered, a group of people attacked him.

"Oh my young master, I'm begging you. You're not the kind of person who dislikes showing up. Why bother with money? I'll let you in through the back door and sign a contract with Station K. Isn't the cost of living coming out?"

Gu Wenjie's earnest persuasion finally made Qiao Mengxing loose.

"Okay, I'll trouble you then." Qiao Mengxing held up an unopened bottle of wine, and touched the bottle with Gu Wenjie.

Gu Wenjie took a sip: "Happy, it should be like this long ago, don't be so embarrassing when the time comes, just be more down-to-earth, you know?"

He put down the wine bottle, and suddenly found that Qiao Mengxing's shadow on the table was a little strange. In addition to his hands, there was one more hand, stroking Qiao Mengxing's cheek like a caress.

Just staring at this hand, the noise of the food stall seemed to be isolated, and even time became sticky like glue, only this gentle movement was repeated over and over again.

A chill ran up Gu Wenjie's spine in an instant, but in the blink of an eye, the extra hand disappeared again.

The hustle and bustle of traffic and popularity returned to this world again. In just a few seconds, the back was wet with sweat, and it was chilly when the wind blew. Gu Wenjie was called back to his soul by the night wind, and lifted up like a nightmare nod.

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