The winner is crowned king [entertainment circle]

In the room Ji Ruohe left at four o'clock in the morning, Xiang Ling wasn't asleep, but he wasn't awake either. He was feigning sleep, and the darkness covered his eyes, seamlessly concealing his uneasiness.

When Ji Ruohe faced him, he was neither cold nor hot, as if he retained the majesty of a boss. He was steady and introverted, and he could see the old fox's demeanor at a glance; Xiang Ling couldn't catch his mind. , Xiang Ling let out a long breath of relief.

he does not know.

He didn't even know why, Ji Ruohe would rush into his room in the middle of the night - hugging himself.

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Xiang Ling didn't know what to think, and turned out of the window without saying hello. The housekeeper was packing up things in the yard at that time, when he suddenly felt a black shadow jumping over, and looked back to see that there was nothing there, just like a black cat.

This is not Xiang Ling's loss of propriety, but every time he sees Ji Ruohe, especially when they are very close together, he always has a feeling of being seen through. Ji Ruohe's eyes were particularly good at reading people's hearts in the past, and he understands Xiang Ling. Whether Xiang Ling is happy or not, he can tell at a glance, and prescribe the right medicine, which makes Xiang Ling have an inseparable dependence on him.

At the age of 17, Xiang Ling, like other people who fell in love, would show a little coquettish to his partner from time to time, playful and a little cute.

Ji Ruohe always likes to rub his hair, it's soft like the fur of a puppy.

Last night, Ji Ruohe was close to Xiang Ling, and Xiang Ling was nervous, so he liked to grab things. His mind was not clear, and he didn't know if he did anything out of the ordinary last night to make Ji Ruohe unhappy.

It was as if he was in a white mist, unable to see or hear anything, and his body defense line was erected, tightening desperately to protect himself.

Xiang Ling had a headache and had a fever when he got home that day.

It was freezing last night, and I didn't sleep much for another night. I was not in good spirits, and I became sicker and sicker, and my body temperature was getting hotter and hotter. I checked the thermometer and it was 39 degrees, which was really scary.

Zhang Xingxing called and said that there would be a press conference for "Exploration of the Wasteland" tomorrow morning. Today, the main creators of the crew are all there, so they simply re-organized the finale banquet.

Xiang Ling didn't want to spoil everyone's interest, so he simply agreed.

He rummaged through the box and found a board of antipyretics. After checking the expiry date, it was still usable. Xiang Ling poured a glass of warm water, rested for a while, and swallowed the medicine with the water.

After taking the medicine, Xiang Ling lay on the bed and fell asleep for a while, half asleep, his eyelids were heavy again, he clearly felt someone in the dream, but his consciousness was abnormally clear, he was very sleepy, and couldn't fall asleep peacefully.

The body was getting hotter and hotter, and the antipyretics he was taking didn't work. In the blink of an eye, it was seven o'clock in the evening, the banquet time agreed by the crew.

Xiang Ling struggled to get up, shook and tidied up, feeling a little sober, and then walked out with vain steps.

He was not in good spirits, so he didn't drive. He called Zhang Xingxing to pick him up. The other party was not very far away from him, and he stopped beside him after a few minutes of driving.

The heater in the car made Xiang Ling's face flush, Zhang Xingxing vaguely felt something was wrong, and asked, "Are you sick?"

Xiang Ling closed his eyes, feeling a little numb. "A little headache, it's okay."

Zhang Xingxing looked at him as if he hadn't slept well, so he didn't continue to question him.

"When the time comes to enter the house, if you feel uncomfortable, you can go to the lounge."

"Yeah." Xiang Ling let out a long snort, and the hot air he exhaled almost burned the skin on the tip of his nose.

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The crew of "The Expedition of the Wasteland" are all very good, and the main actors and actresses are not deliberately put on airs. Everyone enters a large box, and there are several tables, the kind of long table that only used when getting married, with a lot of desserts , Cuisine, beverages and cakes are at the counter, and there are also fresh cakes made by professionals. If you want to eat, you can make them on the spot. It tastes good.

The light in the room was quite bright, and when everyone saw Xiang Ling coming in, they applauded. How much of the applause was true or false remains to be seen, but Xiang Ling didn't think about it, his head was dizzy, and there were so many people coming in. There was a lot of noise, and my head hurt even more.

He waved his hand at Zhang Xingxing, who understood in seconds and went to maintain the scene.

"A Jiang is not feeling well today. You don't need anything to talk about. Let's just play casually today. Anyway, the leading actors are here, so go make trouble with them." After speaking, he pointed to Song Yun again and said, "I'm going to challenge you tonight." For the record, I'm first."

Song Yun didn't take it seriously, and said provocatively, "Come on, I'll wait."

Xiang Ling found a quiet corner to sit down, Zhang Xingxing poured him a glass of water, and he saw clearly through the bright light, Xiang Ling blushed abnormally, and his hand was on his head, which made him feel hot .

"You have a fever?!" Zhang Xingxing shouted, "Then why are you still sitting here? I'll take you to the hospital."

Xiang Ling let go of his hand weakly, and said, "It's just that the body temperature is a little high, making a fuss, and making a small noise, to discourage them."

Zhang Xingxing was in a hurry: "But you have a fever, you can't ignore your body, you have something wrong, get up quickly, and follow me to the hospital."

Duan Kongqing just came over, looked at Xiang Ling, and said, "Mr. Chu is not feeling well? You look very bad."

Zhang Xingxing seemed to be suing someone, and complained: "Look at him, he has a fever. I told him to go to the hospital, but he still doesn't go."

Duan Kongqing: "If you have a fever, you should go and have a look. Excessive body temperature is not good for your health."

Xiang Ling didn't want to listen to them, and took their words like mosquitoes buzzing, and only a few words could be heard, and he didn't know what they were doing when they opened and closed their mouths.

In a daze, Xiang Ling felt someone pull him up, and then he fell into a big sadness. At first, he was a little cold, and then the high temperature covered his back. It was not comfortable, but it was quite comfortable to be carried on his back. .

After walking out of the banquet, the noisy voice in his ears disappeared. Xiang Ling called Zhang Xingxing a few times, but no one answered. He focused on the person carrying him on his back, and asked who you are several times, but got no response. He began to wriggle his body free from the restraints.

The word "don't move" came from the top of his head, and Xiang Ling, who was stimulated, suddenly fell under the ice sea covered by cold snow, so cold that he couldn't breathe.

His back was gradually drenched with sweat. He felt that he got into the car, locked the door, and then sped away.

After driving to a certain place and stopping, the man picked up Xiang Ling again and strode towards one direction.

Xiang Ling went up and down like duckweed, his shoulder hurt a little from being pinched, he was terrified, he wanted to speak but didn't dare to speak out.

It wasn't until the person who was holding him roughly threw him onto the bed, pulled his clothes involuntarily, and turned him over like a chicken, that he howled a little.

"Father, father... Please, don't, don't do this... don't hit me."

Ji Ruohe's movements paused, his slender eyes fixed on the huddled figure on the bed, his clothes were messily hanging on his body, and his face was full of tears from crying.

That's real sad!

Xiang Ling hugged his neck tightly, and stuck to the head of the bed in a state of complete self-protection, trembling.

"Father—" he was still muttering.The memories Yuntian gave him in the early years were too deep, so deep that as long as someone was rude to him, he would think that Yuntian wanted to beat him and leave scars on his body.

Ji Ruohe was deeply stimulated by this beautiful woman in distress. He didn't stop, the beast in his mind revived and let out a frenzied roar. The next second, he dragged Xiang Ling to his side, looked down at him, three times With two strokes, he took off the only single clothes left on his body.

What kind of kisses, what kind of caresses, what kind of tenderness like water, there is nothing here for him, he is like a tiger that has been hungry for a long time, ruthlessly, ruthlessly, obeying instinct, tearing Xiang Ling into pieces, watching him cry , watching him crying silently while crying.

Every time Ji Ruohe hit him, Xiang Ling would shrink uncontrollably, holding him tighter and making Ji Ruohe even crazier.

Any complaints, any past, any cares, are all ignored.

He was the only one in his eyes, only Xiang Ling, and only this person whom he had missed for more than eight years.

Ji Ruohe panted heavily, pressed his lips against Xiang Ling's throat, and shouted emotionally: Brother Ling.

Time seemed to go back to the past, Xiang Ling was a hooligan and insisted on asking Ji Ruohe, who was older than him, to call him Brother Ling, saying that he would feel better this way.

"It won't hurt anymore, Brother Ling, if I call you that, will you feel better..."

Xiang Ling couldn't hear anything, he could only see a piece of driftwood in the distance, but he couldn't catch it.

Who is the person on the body?Is it cloudy?His stepfather wouldn't do that to him.

The pain is so tight that it would be best to faint.

The storm lasted until midnight, and Xiang Ling was held in Ji Ruohe's hands like a blood-stained rose, showing his most ruined side.

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"Your surname is Ji, and my surname is Xiang, so we happen to be Farewell My Concubine."

"Are you stupid? Overlord's beauty is named Yu."

"I don't care. From now on, you will be my Concubine Yu, and I will be your overlord. Call me Brother Ling. Listening to this will make you feel better."

"it is good."

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Time and space intersected, Ji Ruohe stood in front of the window with his coat on, and lit a cigarette in his hand. The white smoke rose and dissipated, and his face was reflected on the mirror, and then Xiang Ling, who was sleeping soundly, was seen from the mirror , Ji Ruohe looked at him and extinguished the cigarette in his hand.

Before leaving, she covered him with a quilt, hesitated, and kissed his face.

The tears on Xiang Ling's face were still wet, but that kiss burned his heart.

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For the press conference on the second day, Ji Ruohe negotiated with the organizer, and the time was changed to [-] pm.

Xiang Ling woke up at eleven o'clock in the morning with a sore back and a sore back, but the fever subsided unexpectedly.

Like a person who has nothing to do, he gets out of bed to wash, arranges his clothes, eats something, and feels better, just in time for him to go to the press conference.

"Adventure of the Wasteland", as an adventure film with two hot-blooded male protagonists, its popularity soared all the way. The audience's eyes began to shift away from Xiang Ling, and they took this drama seriously, with considerable expectations.

The host of the organizer will introduce several leading actors, introduce several important behind-the-scenes personnel, and then hand over the next time to the leading actors.

Most of what the protagonists say is decided by their fans, and interaction is the most critical part.

Xiang Ling had nothing to do here, so he was dragged outside on the grass to talk with a large number of congratulators, sponsors, or famous people who joined in the fun.

Everyone was smiling, chatting and laughing, holding wine glasses, and toasting whoever they saw.

At this moment, Zhang Xingxing ran over and said, "Ah Jiang, the company sent each of us a custom-made tie. Although no one's name was written, it's better than nothing."

Xiang Ling went over, and Ji Ruohe and Duan Kongqing were also there, and happened to meet Ji Ruohe and asked Duan Kongqing to choose a tie for him.

Nanqu, as the company's external photographer, accompanied him all the way. When he saw Xiang Ling, he raised his camera and took a picture of him.

"How have you been recently?" Xiang Ling asked.

"Very good." Nanqu replied, seeing that Xiang Ling was holding a tie with sky blue and white stripes in his hand, he said, "I think the pure black tie with gray looks better."

As he said that, Duan Kongqing took the one first and handed it to Ji Ruohe.

Xiang Ling smiled: "It was taken."

He said, "But what I have is not bad."

After meeting Nanqu face to face, Xiang Ling went to the other end of the grass to stand alone in a place where there were few people, with his hands behind his back, still clutching the tie.

In high school, Ji Ruohe liked bow ties of this color.

He said it looks so good, it suits you.

Xiang Ling smiled, the winter was like a spring breeze.

"Xiang Ling."

Suddenly, a stirring voice came from behind.