It's hard to be a cat [Entertainment]

"What do you mean by saying you're about to quit?" Song Ruoci asked with wide-eyed eyes, "Aren't you planning to stay in Qitang? Or is the contract about to expire?"

For some reason, when he asked this question, his hands were shaking.

Ye Cheng scratched his head and said, "It's literally, I don't plan to stay in Qitang anymore. As for the contract, it won't expire until the end of next year."

"Why?" Song Ruoci asked, his voice trembling.

A voice in his heart told him that Ye Cheng did this for himself.

Seeing Song Ruoci's astonished face, Ye Cheng couldn't help teasing him, patting his head and saying, "Well, seeing that my little chubby cat is about to become a vagrant, I can't bear it, so I might as well be a vagrant Accompany him and be a pair of fateful mandarin ducks."

"Don't make trouble." Song Ruoci patted Ye Cheng's hand away.

Thinking that Song Ruoci was worried about the liquidated damages, Ye Cheng patted him on the head reassuringly: "Don't worry, I can still afford the liquidated damages, and the contract was signed four years ago, so the amount to be compensated is not high." big."

"No." Song Ruoci was a little annoyed, "Why did you do this? Are you so willing to lose your career?"

It really doesn't matter whether you are unemployed or not. If you are in trouble, you can settle for the next best thing, no matter how much money you have, go to a smaller entertainment company.

But Ye Cheng is different, his career and life are on the rise, leaving the company rashly may have a big impact on him.

"Baby, did you misunderstand something?" Ye Cheng said, but he quickly denied what he just said, "No, it should be because I didn't tell you just now."

After finishing speaking, Ye Cheng laughed for a while, shrugged his shoulders, and stretched out his hand to flick Song Ruoci's forehead, "Why are you so stupid and cute?"

Song Ruoci stared at him, his round eyes were full of puzzlement, the small cheeks on the side of his face were puffed up a little angrily, his face was also slightly flushed, he felt like he was about to burst into tears if he teased a few more words .

"Do you think I've lost my job since Qitang left?" Ye Cheng pulled his furry kitten into his arms and explained patiently, "Are you stupid or am I?"

Ye Cheng said softly: "What about this matter, I originally planned to tell you after the completion of the work, the company will really do bad things, if there is no good surprise, it will be gone."

"You don't want to go to Qitang, don't you? I just thought you wouldn't dislike me if you came here, right? I discussed it with Zhou Nan and planned to open a studio in my name. You can feed the cat for me. Once in a while, I can give you a salary if you let me play a couple of times..."

"Or, come and be my proprietress?"

After finishing speaking, Ye Cheng blinked slyly, "How is it?"

Song Ruoci was stunned, thinking that maybe he was really stupid, although he guessed right that Ye Cheng left Qitang for himself, but he really didn't guess this level...

In today's circle, any artist with some strength or background, no matter how popular they are, chooses to set up a studio, stop working for others, and become their own boss.

And Ye Cheng possessed this ability as early as when he became a god. At that time, the topic of "guessing when Ye Geshen will stand on his own" was quite hot on the Internet. Three years later, until now... he found Song Ruoci.

Song Ruoci looked up at Ye Cheng, the soft light hit his side face, he looked like a flawless statue, his eyes were also filled with a smile, reflected in the deepest part of a person.

Song Ruoci had mixed feelings in his heart for a moment, and all kinds of emotions were mixed in his heart.

He rushed over to hug Ye Cheng, buried his face in his waist, and said thank you in a low voice.

I feel like I love him even more.

Ye Cheng was taken aback for a moment, curled his lips, corners of his eyes, and brows slightly curved, raised his hand and gently rubbed his head, and said a sentence that was very inconsistent with the current warmth and tiredness.

"Thank me again? Pay me!"

Song Ruoci: "..."

Then the hairy head hit his waist hard.

Ye Cheng snorted and lifted the man out of his arms: "What should you do if you hurt your waist?"

Song Ruoci hugged him again with a blushing face, and asked worriedly, "You didn't promise to advance the concert, what did the company say later?"

Ye Cheng hugged the man and lay down: "It is impossible to change the time of the 521 concert, but after all, it is an old company that has been there for almost seven years. I promise to release another New Year's song and two singles before I leave. , is the biggest concession that can be made.”

"Maybe, it will start to be busy in two days."

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The days are gradually filled with the atmosphere of the coming Christmas, Ye Cheng will go to Qitang to record songs during the day, and come back at night to have a tender moment with Song Ruoci.And Song Ruoci has been living in the house in the east of Yecheng City recently, cooking and cleaning, and teaching the cat to her husband.

While pouring cat food for Mary and Jack, the phone rang.

"Hello! Is it Song Pangpang whose phone number ends in 2333? Your courier has arrived, please go downstairs to pick it up!"

After Song Ruoci responded, she wrapped herself tightly and took the elevator downstairs.

As soon as he closed the door, he couldn't wait to open the express delivery, and then threw the cardboard box to Mary Jack to dig, and took out a black velvet box with a golden cat's head protruding from the lower right corner.

Carefully opening the box, two rings glowing with silver light stood there quietly. The style was refreshing and simple, without any extra decorations. Only the narrow and long English letters were engraved on the inside of the rings.

Song Ruoci took out one and looked at it happily under the light, only to see "Sugar & Precious" engraved on the inside.

Looking at these two English words, Song Ruoci felt that his stomach was filled with happiness.

Suddenly, the phone rang again, Song Ruoci's hand trembled, the ring fell from his hand, Gu Lulu rolled around on the floor a few times, and rolled straightly under the sofa.

"Hey sister, what's the matter?" It was Tang Ruoshi who called. Song Ruoci turned on the speakerphone and put the phone aside, lying on the ground looking for the ring.

"Ruoci, are you free on Christmas night?" A lighter clicked from Tang Ruoshi's side.

"Why are you smoking again?" Hearing the sound of the lighter, Song Ruoci couldn't help talking to his sister, "You should be free, what's wrong?"

The sofa in Ye Cheng's house is really big, almost as big as Song Ruoci's own bed, and the gap between the bottom of the sofa and the ground is so narrow that you can't even stretch your arms in.

"The film crew has their annual vacation ahead of time. I'll go back to City A and invite my younger brother and sister Ye Cheng to have dinner together." Tang Ruoshi exhaled a puff of smoke and said softly.

At the end, I added another sentence, as if I had made up my mind to say it: "And... Vincent."

"What?" Song Ruoci straightened up suddenly, knocked his head directly on the coffee table, and made a "bang——" sound, and his whole soul was almost knocked out.

Call Vincent?Did you hear me right... This is my sister?

"Sister, you..." Song Ruoci asked cautiously.

"Shut up." Tang Ruoshi cut off her younger brother's words decisively, and said calmly with the quality of a movie queen, "If you want to call him, you can call him."

"Oh." Song Ruoci agreed after being beaten up by his sister, and then fished for the ring under the sofa, "But I want to ask Ye Cheng again, he's been a little busy recently."

As soon as the words fell, Ye Cheng pushed the door open and entered: "Baby, I'm back."

Hearing Ye Cheng's voice, Tang Ruoshi asked, "Are you two living together?"

Song Ruoci got up from the ground, gave Ye Cheng a warm hug, and said in turn, "Why are you envious?"

Tang Ruoshi smiled angrily: "Okay, okay, I'll hang up, remember to tell your family Ye Cheng about the meal."

As soon as Ye Cheng entered the door, he saw Song Ruoci with his butt pouted, lying on the ground, not knowing what he was doing, with his phone still on the side, "What were you doing just now?"

Song Ruoci, who was so focused on treating the ring as a surprise, blushed without blushing, deliberately raised the topic: "It's nothing, did you hear what my sister said about the meal just now, on Christmas night, are you free that day?"

Ye Cheng glanced at the trash can beside him, and saw a courier package and an advertisement page for expensive custom jewelry lying in it, he curled his lips.

"I heard, I'm free."

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On Christmas night, the streets and alleys are filled with tinkling red and white, the sky is gloomy, and occasionally the night wind blows, it seems that there is an urge to want a snowfall.

Wen Sen was taken aback when he learned that he was also invited, then grinned and went to get the car keys. Song Ruoci and Ye Cheng sat in the back of the car and watched him drive cheerfully.

Tang Ruoshi also asked Ye Cheng to ask Zhou Nan. Zhou Nan thought about it, and said that he didn't want to have dinner with you guys who are ambiguous and dead, and decided to have a beautiful single Christmas Eve of his own.

Ye Cheng lay down next to Song Ruoci's ear and whispered, "Where did the aunt sing?"

He was lying quite close, the breath he exhaled was warm, and it felt itchy when it brushed against his ears. Song Ruoci shrugged his shoulders and arranged for his sister: "Probably... the actress who is near Ben San of spring."

Tang Ruoshi booked a membership-only private restaurant, where many people in the circle ordered dinner for Christmas Eve and even New Year's Day. She was standing at the door wearing a black coat, with a stick between her slender index and middle fingers. cigarette.

Tang Ruoshi felt a coolness on the tip of her nose when she saw a little snow falling in the mist.

Just at this time, Vincent also parked the car, and ran over like a little lion, his blue pupils were crystal clear, and the snowflakes on his long eyelashes trembled slightly.

Tang Ruoshi looked up at him, pinched out the cigarette in her hand, "Let's go in first."

The box space is not big, four people just sit down, and Zhou Nan will be crowded if there is one more time.

On a square table, Tang Ruoshi and Wen Sen sat on one side, and Song Ruoci and Ye Cheng sat on the other side.

Tang Ruoshi was looking down at the menu, and every time she turned a page, her movements would bring up a small air flow, and the faint scent of flowers would be conveyed to Vincent's nose.

Vincent was so nervous that he sat upright. In fact, his fingers had already wrinkled the fabric of the trousers at the knees, and his toes were also nervously digging at the soles of his shoes.

Ye Cheng and Song Ruoci looked at each other

After drinking for three rounds, the conversation started after pushing the cups and changing glasses. Tang Ruoshi got a little tipsy from drinking, and Ye Cheng also had a few drinks.

Wen Sen and Song Ruoci were not allowed to drink alcohol. They pretended that children were not allowed to drink alcohol, but in fact, Tang Ruoshi and Tang Ruoshi drove two cars and needed two drivers.

Tang Ruoshi knocked out a cigarette from the cigarette case, but she squinted at Wen Sen who was sitting obediently by the side, and then put the cigarette case back.

It has to be said, after all, that they are siblings, Tang Ruoshi's squinted eyes are very similar to Song Ruoci's. When his sister-in-law was not paying attention, Ye Cheng secretly pinched Song Ruoci's cheek.

Before Ye Cheng could put down his hand, he heard Tang Ruoshi's loud "You!", and at the same time stood up and pointed at Ye Cheng, shaking slightly, Wen Sen quickly helped her up.

"What?" Ye Cheng squeezed a few more times confidently.

Tang Ruoshi was really a little drunk, so she sat down again and muttered: "Ye Cheng, you should be nice to my brother, I'm just such a brother."

Before Ye Cheng could answer, Tang Ruoshi pointed at Song Ruoci again, and said "You!" again.

"Smelly guy, are you unwilling to call home anyway?" After speaking, he made a gesture to hit him, but Wen Sen stopped him in time.

When Tang Ruoshi was drunk, she looked normal and there was nothing unusual about her, "Do you think you will lose a piece of meat if you make a phone call? Did I mediate for nothing in the past few years?"

Song Ruoci lowered his head in silence. He also wanted to ask himself this question, but whenever he took out his mobile phone to find that unfamiliar and familiar number, his hands would tremble uncontrollably. The alienation has made him not know what to say.

Ye Cheng grabbed his hand from the side and shook it firmly.

She knocked on the table impatiently with her index finger, she had already forgotten what happened just now, and jumped to the next topic, "Qin Ya doesn't know where she came from, she was able to get into the crew of "Xi Cheng" Come find me."

Hearing the name Qin Ya, Song Ruoci raised his head.

Since Lan Ting resigned, he didn't pay attention to Xinghe anymore, and never asked how Qin Yue and Mu Zhe were doing. Hearing Tang Ruoshi talk about it again today, he regained his energy for a while.

He ordered the waiter to make hangover soup and bring it over after a while, and then asked: "Is she looking for you or begging you to withdraw the lawsuit?"

"Oh, what else can I do?" Tang Ruoshi sneered, her five fingers clenched into fists, and her nails dug into her flesh, "I really don't give up, how could I agree to her."

She picked up the wine glass on the table, drank the rest of the red wine in one gulp, put the glass on the table with a "snap," looked at her younger brother with burning eyes, and said with style: "This matter is endless! "

Wen Sen, who didn't have time to stop her, watched Tang Ruoshi drunk again.

The queen of Tang, who is meticulous at all times and looks like a white moonlight in the hearts of thousands of people, will only take off her armor and show her weakness in front of those close to her.

Song Ruoci looked at Tang Ruoshi who was losing his composure, and couldn't tell what it was like. Since childhood, when she was bullied, it was her elder sister who beat her back. When she was kicked out of the house, it was her elder sister who rescued her. Now it is her elder sister who is protecting her.

It just so happened that the waiter brought over hangover soup. After Song Ruoci coaxed her sister to drink it, she checked the time and decided to send Tang Ruoshi home first.

Unexpectedly, Tang Ruoshi was so drunk that she got into the car driven by Yecheng and the others in a daze, and couldn't get out of the car, even moaning: "I won't get out, I won't get out!"

Song Ruoci couldn't do it, so he had to let Wen Sen drive Tang Ruoshi, and he drove Tang Ruoshi's car to take Yecheng.

When I came here, there were only a few small snowflakes floating in the sky, but on the way back, it had turned into flakes of snow, and a thin layer of white was also seen on the asphalt road. Christmas Eve is always very peaceful when it snows.

The ground was slightly slippery, Song Ruoci drove the car very slowly in front, Tang Ruoshi's appearance of losing her composure just now, and the phrase "this matter is not over" were still in his mind.

"What are you thinking about?" Ye Cheng didn't intend to interfere with Song Ruoci's driving, but seeing his distraught appearance, he couldn't help reminding him aloud.

"Ah?" Song Ruoci sat up straight and drew his attention back, "It's nothing, it's snowing."

Seeing his appearance, Ye Cheng shook his head, and said to the point: "Go home later, give them a call."

Of course Song Ruoci knew who "they" were referring to.

"Okay." Song Ruoci agreed, and turned on the radio casually, trying to ease the mood and atmosphere.

Gradually driving out of the urban area, Song Ruoci deliberately glanced at the rearview mirror, and Wen Sen was still driving behind.

Before he could look back, he suddenly rushed out of a dilapidated car from the side driveway, and rammed straight into the car of Vincent and Tang Ruoshi.

The sound of tires rubbing against the ground, and the sound of metal colliding with each other are extremely ear-piercing. The car deviated from the lane, was hit by the green belt on the side, and hit the lamppost on the side. The air seemed to be stagnant, and the drifting pieces of snow could be seen .

Some playful music and magnetic male voices are constantly coming out of the stereo, still echoing in the small space in the car——

"Ha. veahollyjollyChristmas."

Wish you a Merry Christmas.

"It's the best time of the year."

This is the most beautiful time of year.

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The author has something to say: Lyrics from "Ha.veAHollyJollyChristmas"