It's hard to be a cat [Entertainment]

"Your contract with Xinghe is about to expire, right?" Tang Ruoshi frowned slightly, her expression a bit solemn, "I know Yecheng is going to open a studio, but Xinghe will definitely come to you."

Song Ruoci was taken aback for a moment, nodded, and calculated the time in his mind, it seemed to be at the end of January, at the beginning of the year.

Thinking about it, it's actually quite unlucky.

"Hurry up and set off, it will be dark if you delay any longer." Song Qingshi urged, "Remember to bring your dad back with you."

Song Ruoci was very quiet along the way, usually he would have to talk to Ye Cheng about something, but the sudden mention of the contract made him a little upset, like he was happy today, why would you say such a thing.

It's not that he blames his sister, after all, this is something that he has to face sooner or later, it's just that troubles are suddenly put on the agenda, and he has to make preparations in advance.

Ye Cheng put one hand on the steering wheel, the ring was still shining with silver light, and the other hand held Song Ruoci's left hand, caressing the ring on his ring finger carelessly, and focused his energy on driving.

At a red light at an intersection, Ye Cheng stopped the car, and Song Ruoci said: "My contract is about to expire at the end of January."

"Huh?" Ye Cheng cast his eyes on Song Ruoci, took his hand and kissed it, "The studio will be at the end of March at the earliest, and I think you will be wronged as a vagrant for a while, so you can rest at home and give it to me." Let me feed the cat. It was agreed to take you out to play, and I will take you there after you stabilize, wherever you go."

Ye Cheng has been running back and forth with him in the police station hospital recently, and promised Qitang to release three singles before leaving, and to be busy with the studio. After the studio is done, it will be followed by the concert in May. , I'm afraid it will be May or June if I really want to go out to play.

It's better not to trouble him, Song Ruoci thought, pinching Ye Cheng's fingertips: "No hurry, it's not too late to talk about going out to play after everything is done, let's go when the green light is given."

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Compared to before, this time it was very smooth to arrive at the underground parking lot of the police station. It was probably the last day of the New Year, and even the paparazzi and Yuji were busy going home to celebrate the New Year with their families.

Tang Shuci, who came back from across the ocean, was sitting in a chair in the lobby, with his back straight, his expression solemn, and exuding an oppressive aura. The younger police officers were standing at a radius of three meters away, and the plastic chairs under their buttocks were raw. The birth place gave him a feeling of being on the throne of the king of the world.

In fact, only he knew that he was really nervous.

There was a red-haired young man squatting next to him, with a sense of depression all over his body, as if he had been dragged out of some nightclub.

There is another one who is better than him, sitting on a small bench, with a cane on the side, a plaster cast on his leg, and he is still cursing in a low voice. Tang Shuci glanced over, and the young man immediately fell silent. language.

It was Qin Yue who hadn't seen him for a long time.

"Aren't your legs healed yet?" Ye Cheng rarely whistled frivolously, "It's been so long."

Unexpectedly, when Qin Yue saw Ye Cheng, he felt as if he had seen a ghost, like a quail, he was afraid to die or live. Seeing this, Ye Cheng sneered.

Papa Tang patted Ye Cheng on the shoulder: "Thanks for your hard work."

In front of the future father-in-law, Ye Cheng instantly put on a gentle, courteous and thrifty look; "It should."

Song Ruoci watched from the side as Monk Zhanger couldn't figure it out. He didn't know when the two got so close to each other.

The presiding police officer was also replaced by a more stern and vicious looking one. The red hair seemed to be whispering something to Qin Yue, but the presiding police officer yelled, and the two of them immediately shut up.

"This is..." Song Ruoci looked at the red hair squatting on the ground, puzzled, and couldn't help but look at Ye Cheng, "What's going on?"

"I'll find out in a while." Outside, Ye Cheng only pretended to be a buddy and patted him on the shoulder.

Not long after, a police car roared to a stop at the door, and several police officers escorted a woman in, Qin Ya.

His face was haggard, and he had lost a lot of weight. If he had seen Qin Ya before, he still had a little extravagance, but now there is nothing left.

As soon as she saw Song Ruoci, she struggled to rush forward: "Just tell me you did it! You beat my son like that! Give me back my son! Give me back my son!"

Fortunately, the police officers were dedicated enough. Qin Ya just yelled a few words in vain, but she was still locked in place.

Song Ruoci frowned, and looked away in disgust.

Ye Cheng smiled imperceptibly from the side.

Hong Mao, Qin Yue, Qin Ya, and Zhao Jie, all four of them were put into the interrogation room and squatted on the ground.

Seeing that there was no one in the room, Qin Yue grabbed the crutches on the side and threw it at Zhao Jie, scolding his head and face: "Damn it, I can't do it well! Spit out the deposit, shit!"

Zhao Jie didn't fight back. After beating Zhao Jie, Qin Yue was still not satisfied, so he kicked the red hair with his intact foot: "And you! Still fucking answer the phone! Answer the phone! Someone recorded it!"

The red hair is not like Zhao Jie's quail, he pushed Qin Yue to the ground with his backhand, and stared with an angry look: "Damn! If it wasn't for your uncle's sake, you think I'd be willing to wade through muddy waters! Why didn't you fucking tell me his father is Tang Shuci! Damn my record company was ruined by you!"

After scolding, he was puzzled, and kicked Qin Yue's injured leg again.

"My company is gone!"

Fortunately, the police arrived in time and separated the people who were fighting together.

As usual, the police station prepared tea for Song Ruoci and the others. Looking at the thin tea leaves in the tea, Song Ruoci slowly listened to the presiding police officer.

Qin Ya and Qin Yue, the aunt and nephew, one for their own son, the other couldn't swallow this breath, they colluded to send Song Ruoci, who was the cause of all this, to the hospital, and specially found a foreign red hair to contact the lack of money for the sake of perfection. Zhao Jie, using Zhao Jielai as a gunman.

Unexpectedly, it has nothing to do with Qin Fengran.

They probably saw that Song Ruoci was easy to grasp, but they never knew the complicated relationship behind Song Ruoci. They thought it was a soft persimmon, but they kicked the iron plate, and even lost themselves in it.

After listening to Song Ruoci, he let out a sigh of relief. It seemed that his guess was indeed correct.

"Several years is enough." He asked.

The police officer shook his head: "It's hard to say, it depends on how the court decides."

"Add these? Is it enough for ten years, 20 and a half years?" Tang Shuci, who had been sitting on the side while copying his hands, suddenly said, and then gave Ye Cheng a look.

Ye Cheng took out a folder and put it on the table, and calmly pushed it in front of the police officer: "Take a look."

The policeman opened the folder in doubt, and took out a stack of A4 papers that were stapled inside. The further he looked back, his frown deepened, and he stammered, "Enough, definitely enough."

"Then I will keep this document first, and I will bring it to the court, and I will notify you at that time."

Song Ruoci looked at his father and Ye Cheng from the side, the two sang together, Song Ruoci was stunned and looked at Ye Cheng suspiciously.

Ye Cheng selectively ignored the question marks in his eyes, and then gently pinched his cheek while the police officer was collecting the folder.

It wasn't until sitting in the car back to the hospital that Song Ruoci asked, "You and my dad, what the hell are you two doing?"

Ye Cheng looked at the rearview mirror and reversed the car: "It's nothing, I just checked something with my father-in-law, so they can stay in prison for ten or eight years longer."

"The Mu Zhe Qin Ya was talking about was Qin Yue's leg..." Song Ruoci narrowed his eyes, unsure, "You hit it? Or did you find someone to hit it?"

He was originally a victim, but if this is the case, it will change.

"How could it be me." Ye Cheng smiled a little helplessly, not knowing what was going on in his child's mind, "How hard am I to do such a lawless thing?"

"Don't think too much." Before driving out of the underground garage, Ye Cheng leaned over and kissed the man on the lips, "Anyway, just rest assured."

Song Ruoci was soothed by the kiss, and then nodded.

Tang Shuci arrived at the hospital before the two of them. As soon as he arrived in the corridor, he saw the parents of the two families standing outside the door again, looking happy and uncomfortable.

Song Ruoci found this scene a bit familiar: "What's wrong?"

"Wen Sen is awake, your sister and the others..." Wenli said uncomfortably, "You two go back, there's nothing else going on here, we'll get together tomorrow as a family."

"Are you awake?" Song Ruoci said, "No, let me go in and take a look. I have to thank him very much." As he said that, he opened the door.

"Let's go." Ye Cheng stretched out his long arms to grab the man back, and flicked his forehead, "Why don't you have a long memory, kid?"

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On the night of the New Year's Eve, there is joy everywhere, and a few clusters of fireworks explode in the sky from time to time.

The New Year's Eve banquet for the two of them was simple but not simple, and rich but not rich. They only opened an extra bottle of red wine, and the rest seemed to be the same as usual.

After dinner, Song Ruoci left the work of washing dishes to Ye Cheng, and he was lazy on the bed while stroking the cat while replying the message of wishing a happy New Year's Day. The phone was running out of battery and he didn't bother to get out of bed to charge it, so he simply closed his eyes Lying on the bed, when he felt drowsy and almost sleepy, he heard Ye Cheng answer the phone in the kitchen.

"I'm sorry, baby." Ye Cheng hung up the phone and walked into the bedroom, hugged him into his arms and kissed him, "The company said that there is something wrong with the sound source of the New Year's song, and they want me to go and record it again now."

There is less than a month before the New Year, and the problem of the sound source is not a trivial matter.

"Hmm." Song Ruoci kissed him back in a daze, "Then you go, be careful on the road, don't drive too fast."

"It's okay, Zhou Nan came to pick me up." Ye Cheng turned on the bedside lamp for him, "If you're sleepy, just go to sleep, don't wait for me."

The recording work was quite smooth, and it was over before twelve o'clock. Ye Cheng looked at the clock on the wall and thought he could go home before the year.

While receiving the equipment, the tuner asked, "Ms. Ye, where is your home?"

"East of the city." Ye Cheng said casually, the tuner didn't know his relationship with Song Ruoci, and he didn't want to expose the small world with Song Ruoci in the city.

"It's better if it's not in the city."

"What happened in the city?" Ye Cheng paused with his scarfed hand.

"It's been snowing a lot for the past few days. The circuit in the city seems to be affected. Several communities have lost power, and the power bureau is rushing to repair it." The tuner said, "Hey, you said it's New Year's Eve. It’s a pain in the ass to have a power outage.”

As soon as the words fell, Ye Cheng rushed out of the door.

"Hey, Teacher Ye, your stuff! You haven't picked up your bag yet!"