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The air in the living room seemed to freeze at this moment.

Bian Ling narrowed his eyes and looked at the man who suddenly stood up in the living room, his expression was really not friendly.

He knew this man. Of course, Bian Ling knew him as the fortune tree of the entertainment company owned by the Bian family for a long time. Even Huo Kele's smooth stardom was more or less fueled by him.

And Huo Kele came here today to terminate the contract.

Bian Ling knew the reason. At that time, he and his homosexuals were making troubles all over the city, young girls were very popular, and even the traffic and data were excellent, so he simply turned a blind eye and closed his eyes, and did not interfere with Huo Kele love choice.

It's a pity that there was an accident on the set. The man named Qiu died, and Huo Kele also fell into a slump. He couldn't get up the energy to film the movie. He was in a daze for more than half a year, and his mental state is still very poor. What is the schedule? They can't be arranged.

Bian Ling can barely be called an understanding, but in the final analysis, he and Huo Kele have different sorrows and joys, and he did not stop his decision to terminate the contract. The company's reputation has been damaged—and he has more important people to accompany him now—so as long as Huo Kele can pay off the liquidated damages, it can be regarded as a peaceful termination of the contract.

Huo Kele seemed to really think so. He followed his manager and hung his head down from the moment he entered the door without saying a word. He only waited for the two to settle the terms before paying the money to terminate the contract.

just don't know why-

His little friend is very good. After waking up and walking out of the room, he probably stopped upstairs and looked down because he was worried about disturbing their conversation. But after that Huo Kele saw it, he seemed to have found some great surprise. He stood up abruptly from the sofa.

Those eyes were too explicit, too warm, with a bright possessive intention, which made Bian Ling's face darken instantly.

He looked coldly at Lu Heng, who was also caught off guard by this accident. The latter caught his eyes and shivered all over. He hurriedly stepped forward to pull Huo Keke's arm: "Coke——"

He opened his mouth to tell him to sit down, but when he got to his mouth, he changed his tone in surprise when he saw Huo Kele's face: "——Why are you crying?"

Huo Kele didn't know.

The young boy who looked at him in the corridor on the second floor obviously had a strange face he had never seen before, and he was still wearing loose pajamas. He obviously had a close relationship with Mr. Bian beside him, but...

But maybe it was a god, maybe it was God, maybe it was his absurd intuition and disordered spirit, the moment he saw him, Huo Kele felt like the sun split the dark clouds, flowers grew from dry grass, and even blood It became hot.

"Brother Lu...Brother Lu, I think..." Huo Kele stopped talking halfway through.

No one will believe it.

His elder brother Ye was over 40 years old when he died, but this boy looked so young, in his early twenties, youthful and beautiful, with Zong Bian watching over him, no one would believe his words.

Lu Heng was puzzled: "What?"

Hearing their conversation, Bian Ling frowned and turned his head to look upstairs. After realizing that Ye Ye's gaze was still on Huo Kele, he said in a cold voice, "Qing'an, go back to your room and stay."

Even the names are different.

Huo Kele looked up again in a daze, but before he could see the other person's face clearly, he heard the voice of Bian Zong who was sitting on the sofa asking him, "Huo Kele, where are you?" What are you looking at?"

There was the sound of a door closing upstairs.

The living room was quiet, Lu Heng didn't dare to speak, Bian Ling looked at him with a half-smile, but Huo Kele didn't know how to explain.

He didn't believe that feeling himself.

"I'm sorry, I think he looks familiar..." Huo Kele apologized in a low voice, all the spirits in his body had been worn away by the pain of that half year, and even the brilliance that bloomed in his eyes just now was gone upstairs. The people above withered quickly after leaving, turning into dull ashes.

Bian Ling twitched the corner of his mouth and smiled, but repeated without a trace of a smile on his face: "Familiar?"

Huo Kele heard his frantically beating heart pulling himself desperately, and urged him to go upstairs to embrace the lost and recovered star.

That's yours.

That's yours.

Lu Heng was at the side talking to Mui: "Coke is also not in a good spirit recently... It's nothing else, let's talk about it—"

Don't hesitate, he will go!

Huo Kele's eyes flickered, but he still couldn't resist the urge to ask, "What's his name?"

The smile on Bian Ling's face disappeared completely, his eyes were gloomy, and the corners of his lips were slightly downward because of the anger churning in his chest.

"Huo Kele, your people have been burned to death."

Huo Kele's eyes trembled violently, and his face turned pale.

"Now, stay away from my little friend."

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Ye Ye suspected that he would drop the code.

Although he didn't say anything, neither did Huo Kele, but Ye Ye was extremely worried that Bian Ling would get some incredible information from that overly meaningful silence, and then waited for the two of them to be alone. Ask him how many ex-boyfriends he has.

Ye Ye was very sad.

It feels like a guillotine hanging above your head, bright and chilly, ready to cut it off all the time, but you just don’t know what year, month and day it is, so you can only worry about it all day long.

Ye Ye was so worried that he was dying, but all he could do was run around in circles.

When turning to the third circle, Ye Ye was sure that he had nothing to do but wait for God's judgment, so he chose to give up where he was, and let his attention be attracted by a photo frame on the bookcase diagonally opposite the bed.

In Ye Ye's memory, there was hardly a single photo of Uncle Bian's house, it was deserted and empty, except for financial newspapers and books in foreign languages, there was no warm atmosphere of life.

At that time, he was curious, and he also lay on Bian Ling's knee and asked why there was no group photo in the room. After all, the well-known families on TV would hang a family portrait oil painting on the stairs when they entered the door.

Uncle Bian's explanation for this is very simple. From old to young, the Bian family didn't like taking pictures.

Very reasonable.

But now, there is a photo frame on Uncle Bian's bookcase, it is still bright yellow, very eye-catching at first glance.

Ye Ye is not sure when this photo appeared. He just came back yesterday, and when he entered the room, Bian Ling pressed him on the bed and asked him a question and answer. Before he had time to observe, he fell asleep in a daze.

Ye Ye reached out to take down the photo frame, looked at it in front of him, and unexpectedly found that this photo seemed to be a photo taken with his mobile phone when he was going to go skiing.

The photo is not clear, and even full of noise due to the dim light. It can only be vaguely recognized as a young and handsome boy lying on the bed with his arms propped up, looking at himself and his back in a 45-degree upward posture. The men in the newspaper took pictures together.

Ye Ye looked at the background of the photo, and remembered that the day the photo was taken seemed to be a cloudy day, they couldn't go out to ski, so they stayed in the hotel to kill time, and afterwards he took Uncle Bian with him on the grounds that the weather was so cold and his feet were cold Carrying out happy sports is very lively.

I just don't know when Uncle Bian discovered this photo, and he washed it out and put it here.

Ye Ye couldn't help laughing.

It feels really good to be loved and missed.

He reached out to put the photo frame back, when he suddenly heard the friction of his sleeves coming from behind, and just as he subconsciously wanted to turn around, he was gently hugged into an embrace that still smelled of tobacco.

He just had a cigarette.

Bian Ling asked in a low voice, "What are you laughing at?"

Ye Ye was keenly aware that he was not in a good mood, but it didn't seem that it was because he saw that he was full of exes. After thinking about it for two seconds, he decided to pretend that nothing happened, and continued with a smile: "You used to not pose for photos. .”

Bian Ling seemed to be laughing, Ye Ye's ear was itching against his slightly vibrating chest, and he heard Uncle Bian slowly say: "I didn't have you before."

Ye Ye looked up at him: "Kiss."

Bian Ling slightly raised his eyebrows, then bent down as he wished, gently lifted the boy's slender chin, and exchanged a kiss.

"Stop smoking." Ye Ye said, "Bitter."

Bian Ling was stunned for a moment, then laughed, his cold eyes were bent down, with a bit of inexplicable soft indulgence: "Okay."

He asked again: "Are you hungry?"

Ye Ye rubbed his stomach: "A little bit."

Bian Ling raised his hand and looked at his watch: "The chef will be here in 5 minutes. If you want to eat, I can tell her first."

The men in the Bian family basically don't touch the spring water with their fingers. Since childhood, the nutritionist has ensured a balanced diet, and the chef will bring the delicious food on the table. They only need to eat.

It is precisely for this reason that Uncle Bian, who lowered his head to hold slippers for him, is covered in soft light effects, which makes people's hearts flutter.

Ye Ye thought for a while: "I don't have any special ideas for now, it's fine." He paused for a while, then raised his eyes secretly to see Bi Ling's expression, and after confirming that the other party's tone of voice and expression was as usual, he asked again tentatively, "Are they going to eat with us?"

Bian Ling: "?"

"Downstairs." Ye Ye pointed to the floor, maintaining a moderately polite expression, "Aren't they guests?"

Bian Ling's smile turned cold: "It's already gone."

Ye Ye noticed his change, and wisely didn't ask any more questions. Instead, Bian Ling remembered Huo Kele's reaction just now, looked down at Ye Ye and asked, "Know him?"

"Which one do you say?"

Bian Ling: "The one with the hat."

Blindly denying it would seem suspicious, Ye Ye didn't hesitate, and showed a candid smile: "Of course I know, Huo Kele, I've seen it on TV several times."

Bian Ling nodded slightly, and didn't continue the topic. After hearing the sound of the chef downstairs opening the door, he took Ye Ye's hand and went downstairs to prepare for lunch.

For the next two days, Ye Ye didn't see Huo Kele again. He stayed at Uncle Bian's house all day long, and the days suddenly seemed to go back to the past. Uncle Bian sat at the desk and read documents, and he just curled up lazily. He was holding an ipad on the sofa to watch TV, his head was next to Uncle Bian's thigh, like a lazy little animal.

He even unexpectedly met President Hui Xiaoba again.

Ye Ye always thought that this small world was just a restoration of his college life, and then brought the target of the strategy alone to set up a Shura field. It was not until he met Bian Shen who came to visit that he realized that this might be the fusion of multiple worlds.

It is necessary to mention that Bian Shen's appearance has not changed much, but his eyebrows are darker, his expression is colder, his voice is deep and hoarse, and he has more and more basic qualities of a domineering president.

It's just that the two met each other, and when he saw himself nestled on the beanbag, Bian Shen's expression seemed to be subtle for a moment.

Ye Ye guessed that Bian Shen felt that he was Ye Qingan's substitute.

But it's not the first time I've done this for myself, Ye Ye felt good about this misunderstanding, and even smiled meaningfully at Bian Shen who had this experience.

After the weekend, Ye Ye went to school as usual.

To be honest, he thought that Bian Ling would choose to lock himself up at home after knowing that his junior and teacher were both ex-boyfriends, but Uncle Bian didn't. He picked it up from the bed, drove Ye Ye to the gate of the school in a luxury car with the most eye-catching logo.

Ye Ye: "..."

Sometimes I don't know if it's my illusion, but Uncle Bian is quite naive.

Fortunately, the childish Uncle Bian is also very rich. When Ye Ye was about to get off the car, Bian Ling took out a paper bag and handed it over. Ye Ye opened it and saw that it was the latest mobile phone from his college days - he had never had a chance before. used.

Ye Ye's eyes glowed, and the eyes he looked at Bian Ling were as deep as the sea.

Father Bian seriously warned: "You can't play in class."

Ye Ye pretended not to hear.

He got out of the car and waved to his uncle through the car window. After the two made an appointment to meet after class, they happily walked into the gate of the school with their brand new mobile phone in their arms.

The author has something to say: the campus copy starts.

Ye Ye is about to hold his beloved new mobile phone, Xiao Zhou, Xiao Gu, Xiao Huo one after another.

Ye Ye:.