After retiring from the circle, he came out with the actor C

Yue Jiayou keenly noticed that Zhong Heng's bad mood flashed by, and he seemed to be getting better again.

Before he got up, Zhong Heng stared at the circle of tooth marks on his wrist: "I also got knocked on my waist, please help me deal with it together."

I don't want to hide.

Who in this world can refuse the sun that is close at hand on a cold and windy winter day.

Yue Jiayou was obedient and squatted halfway to lift up Zhong Heng's clothes.

Zhong Heng was injured on the side of his waist, his shirt was lifted when he fell, and the stone cut a long and thin wound on his waist.

It's already winter, and he wouldn't have gone outdoors with just a shirt on.

It's just that when he saw the girl from the window of the meeting room, he ran out before putting on his coat.

"hiss--"

Yue Jiayou was really angry.

"Mr. Zhong, I want to... scold someone..."

Zhong Heng couldn't help laughing.

Even swearing knows how to report, why is Yue Jiayou getting more and more annoying.

Yue Jiayou thought that Zhong Heng meant that he did not agree, so he consciously shut up.

He reached out and touched Zhong Heng's muscular and smooth waist. The well-proportioned muscles showed a shark line, but they were abruptly cut off by a bloodstain.

Even Yue Jiayou's eyes were red.

It's not that I want to cry, but I'm angry.

He raised his face and stared at Zhong Heng, feeling a surge of heat in his chest.

He felt it was unfair.

It's not fair that illegitimate and extreme fans can always do all sorts of things to them.

Surveillance, tracking, even burglary, theft, but in the end, nothing will change.

Xingying's girl group Peach Girl, who just debuted last year, and the underage C person Lin Micheng were attacked backstage in the theater.

The fan rushed into the locker room, and the camera was aimed directly at Lin Micheng. At that time, the fan's mobile phone was broadcasting live. In the end, the fan only paid the price of detention once.

The girls involved had psychological shadows, but Xingying took this as a gimmick, and showed Lin Micheng the surveillance footage at that time on the group show produced by her own company, forcing them to continue performing in the theater where the accident happened.

The show was titled "Farewell to the Pain," and it received rave reviews.

After the performance, Yue Jiayou met Lin Micheng several times in the company. She was in a bad state, and thought of quitting the circle several times, but she gave up because she couldn't pay the huge liquidated damages.

Going forward, Feng Wan had appeared in gossip magazines many times because of her illegitimate life.

The most serious first time, the illegitimate student sneaked into the closet of his house, came out at night, confirmed the time when he was not at home according to the notice posted on the wall in Feng Wan, and lived in his house for a week.

Until a week later, an outdoor shoot was temporarily canceled due to weather, and the illegitimate student was caught taking a bath in Feng Wan's bathtub.

As a result of this incident, the illegitimate student was also detained, but since he was released, he has been posting on Weibo and forums, "Feng Wan has seen all of me, I can't get married now, he must marry me to compensate me loss" and the like.

Yue Jiayou himself was followed by an illegitimate student and forced to stop his car. However, when he tried to kill the camera, he was photographed and posted on the Internet, which became a "grumpy" testimony, and fans even turned fans off.

Because they are idols and artists, there will always be someone who will come out and say that since they have chosen this path, they should bear the corresponding risks, either not to show their faces and enjoy the scenery, or to swallow their anger.

If the reaction is fierce and you choose to sue, some fans may even feel that their enthusiasm has been wrongly paid, and some extreme fans will even clamor that they want to quit their fans.

Yue Jiayou stared at the bloodstain on Zhong Heng's waist, carefully cleaned the wound for Zhong Heng, and found that his hands were shaking slightly.

His voice was tense: "Is this matter going to be over again?"

Zhong Heng's word of mouth is so good, the exposure of this matter is to smear him, and it is evidence that he has not managed his fans well - even though it is beyond his control at all.

Zhong Heng looked down at his angry face: "Do you want to pursue it?"

Yue Jiayou nodded, then shook his head.

He wanted to, but he didn't want to bring a stain to Zhong Heng's [-]-odd years of acting career that was spotless because of this incident.

Zhong Heng started to shoot pictorials and advertisements when he was four years old, and there has been no negative news for so many years. He was reluctant to ruin Zhong Heng's reputation because of this.

But he felt aggrieved for Zhong Heng again. He was obviously injured, but he would be said to be rude if he pursued it, and he would be said to have not managed his fans well if he spread it out.

What is this?

Zhong Heng met his gaze, figured out Yue Jiayou's logic, and couldn't help but feel soft.

The boy's face was flushed with anger, and under the early winter afternoon sun, he looked like a little animal practicing baring its teeth.

"Get up, hug me."

I want to rub the baby into my arms and coax it.

Yue Jiayou didn't move, ignored Zhong Heng, and stubbornly cleaned the wound, angry with himself.

"So you want to pursue it, right?" Zhong Heng looked at him.

"Of course I want to, but I also know that I can't. Even a big name like Teacher Feng can't do anything to an illegitimate student."

It was a blatant break-in and mental harassment that lasted for many years, and there was no way to solve it.

Where did I go? I splashed sulfuric acid or dilute sulfuric acid.

If you say it yourself, black fans will definitely talk about hype, find group performers to pretend to be fans of Zhong Heng, and frame Zhong Heng.

If Zhong Heng said it, it was Zhong Heng's stain.

He can't even say anything, and talk about what to pursue.

Zhong Heng's waist injury was on the left side, and Yue Jiayou squatted directly opposite him to treat the wound, with his left hand resting on the side of the bed, vacant.

He stretched out his hand to hold Yue Jiayou's empty left hand: "Since you want to, then say you want to."

Yue Jiayou raised his eyes, the amber pupils were clear and bright under the sunlight, with a joyful expression: "Is it really possible?"

Zhong Heng smiled lowly: "Okay, if you want to post Weibo to scold her, I will forward it for you. If you want to sue her for mental damages, I will accompany you to sell it. If you want to go through legal procedures, I will contact Miss Jing for you."

"But you will be caught by others, saying that you condoned fans to intentionally hurt you." Yue Jiayou was still a little worried.

This kind of thing is very common.

Fans use the name of idols to vent their anger on the Internet and commit cyber violence, and in the end it is idols who are scolded.

Fans made some outrageous behaviors at offline gatherings, and idols were scolded.

It's obvious that they didn't manage their behavior well, but when they act as someone's fan, it means that their idols will also be implicated.

When Zhong Heng was talking, he kept pinching Yue Jiayou's fingers and playing with them. When he had had enough, he turned Yue Jiayou's hand over and tapped on his palm.

Yue Jiayou's fingers were well knuckles, but his palms were soft and a little hot.

Just like him, when he is exposed, he is covered with thorns, wrapped in the palm, and the place that others can't see is very soft.

"Well, it seems to be possible." The young man was worried that his eyes were too obedient, and it made Zhong Heng's heart itch unbearably.

He couldn't help teasing a few more words: "So you have to comfort me first."

Yue Jiayou looked at Zhong Heng.

This dog man is ten years older than himself, and he keeps saying that children can act like a baby occasionally, but he actually stopped being a human being.

But he stood up a little bit.

His legs were numb from squatting, and when he got up he jerked a little, lost his mind, and fell straight forward.

Zhong Heng amusedly embraced the boy who took the initiative to throw himself into his arms.

"Mr. Zhong, don't be afraid." Yue Jiayou hugged Zhong Heng back a little stiffly, and patted him on the back.

He is not very used to how to comfort people, so he can only try his best to soften his voice, restraining his unaccustomed, and hugged Zhong Heng: "I am always here, I will accompany you."

Zhong Heng originally just wanted to get some benefits out of his mouth, but he didn't expect the boy to be so obedient.

In front of him, Yue Jiayou was like a well-bred puppy, closing his teeth and spreading out his softest belly.

His heart, blood vessels and even his whole body became hot all of a sudden, wishing to fool Yue Jiayou into keeping close to him, and following him so tightly.

Yue Jiayou continued to pat Zhong Heng's back: "Why do people always forget you? Just now, they only saw that I was injured, and no one saw you."

It was obvious that he just tore off a piece of skin on his hand, blood oozed out from Zhong Heng's ankle and wrist.

"When things happen, people tend to forget to care about the people they think they can trust and rely on." Zhong Heng indifferently enjoyed the little wolf dog's rare docileness, and didn't care.

People seldom think of caring about people who they think are omnipotent. This is a common thing. Perhaps because of this, reliable people will become more reliable——

Because there is no one else to rely on except yourself.

The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, which he has long been used to.

However, Yue Jiayou didn't say a word, he tightened his hands a little, and wrapped Zhong Heng in his arms before speaking slowly, in a muffled voice: "No matter how trustworthy a person is, there will be times of injury or fear, illness or discomfort, right? "

"Don't worry, even if everyone doesn't look at you, I will look at you." Yue Jiayou said in a very low voice, "Occasionally, big friends can act like a baby."

After he finished speaking, he felt as if his face was on fire, he quickly got out of Zhong Heng's arms, picked up the things he dropped just now, and lowered his head, refusing to look at Zhong Heng again.

Zhong Heng didn't say anything.

Yue Jiayou couldn't raise his head now.

If he looked up and met those eyes that didn't understand anything, he really couldn't help it.

Sunlight is naturally warm enough and attractive enough to hang on.

A round of actively approaching him, and even grabbed the sun piece by piece, the sun stuffed into his arms, it was almost fatal.

At this moment, Zhong Heng felt that if Yue Jiayou just looked at him again, he might not be able to be a human today.

However, Yue Jiayou had already squatted back on the ground, acting as his shrinking turtle.

The blood on the wound on Zhong Heng's waist solidified, and when placed together with the abdominal muscles, mermaid lines, and shark lines with strong visual effects, it looked...extremely sexy.

Holding iodophor, he suddenly remembered the two words that had appeared on his waist.

The amulet written by Zhong Heng himself.

Can……

Yue Jiayou's hand holding the tweezers hesitated.

"What?" Zhong Heng glanced at him.

"I want to give you a talisman, but I feel that I am so unlucky. It seems that it would be even more unlucky to write you my name. Let's forget it."

Yue Jiayou looked at the smooth muscles with complicated eyes.

"Write it."

Yue Jiayou started work with povidone iodine.

His name was different from Zhong Heng's, and his gestures were many and complicated, and the iodophor ball was not as easy to control as a cotton swab. In the end, there were only three messy marks on Zhong Heng's smooth and beautiful belly.

Yue Jiayou was ashamed: "...I messed it up, shall I wash it off for you?"

Zhong Heng smiled meaningfully: "No need, haven't you signed for the courier yet?"

"Huh?" Yue Jiayou couldn't keep up with his thoughts.

"No matter what you sign, the courier is yours."