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Standing in front of the mirror, Shen You took a deep breath when she heard Wei Rui following behind her.

Then he turned on the faucet and started splashing water on his face.

The sound of leather shoes touching the ground rang twice, Jian Zhe paused for a moment, and raised his head in a daze.

Wei Rui stood behind him, expressionless as always, his tall body was wrapped in a well-fitting suit, and he exuded a strong abstinence elite temperament.

Jian Zhe was obviously stunned for a moment, slowly stood up straight, and looked at the people behind him from the mirror.

"What's the matter, is there something wrong?"

Wei Rui seemed to be observing him, his awl-like eyes were staring deeply and intently at Jian Zhe's dripping face in the mirror, his thin lips were pursed, as if weighing how to speak.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Jian Zhe lowered his head while blinking, picked up a warm towel beside him to wipe off the water on his face, "You..."

"I heard about you and Jiang Xia." Wei Rui took his hand out of his pocket, stepped forward and grabbed his hand holding the towel—the wrist was still in a slender state with protruding bones, and at that moment he was in a trance Thought that wrist would be broken by himself.

Jian Zhe frowned, his exquisite facial features looked a little embarrassed under the water droplets - some water had flowed down his neck into his clothes, and he could even feel the water droplets sliding down his loose shirt .

It's not uncomfortable at all, just like what Wei Rui feels to him now.

He coughed lightly, trying to pull his hand back: "Yes...we made a movie together, after a while..."

"Do you like him?" Wei Rui interrupted him again, with obvious dissatisfaction in his tone, "Jian Zhe, I know what kind of person you are, if you can, don't bring Jiang Xia in, he and us no the same."

"I... what?"

If the situation just now was still an illusion that Shen You had been making all the time, he was really surprised now.

"Does Wei Rui know that Jian Zhe is gay?" He couldn't help asking Gan Song on the spot, "How did he know... Didn't it mean that Jian Zhe never confessed his feelings to anyone in his life? The manager knew Forget it, how can the righteous master stand up and criticize like this now?"

"This... I don't know, Xianjun," the little system was about to cry, "There is no comment on this item in the world information I collected, and it is said that the character of the protagonist should not care about these trivial things."

Seeming to see his shock, Wei Rui raised the corners of his lips, showing a somewhat sarcastic smile: "Why, do you still think that you have disguised yourself well—or these are just your plays, after all? The actor's name is so resounding all over the world, no one can tell the real relationship from the fake."

"..." A clear line on the side of Jian Zhe's cheek appeared for a while and then disappeared, he sighed, "Wei... Boss, are you drunk today? This is not your usual style."

"Heh," Wei Rui put down his hand, stepped over to stand side by side with him, and finally turned his face to look at him, "Over the years, we have gotten along quite a bit, I really don't realize that you treat me have a thought?"

"..."

"...I really want to kick him, Gan Song," Shen You spent a lot of effort to keep his outer shell expressionless, "I haven't met such an annoying crush for a long time."

"Hold... Hold on, Xianjun, if the small world becomes unstable because of this, the consequences will be too serious."

Shen You took a deep breath, narrowed his eyes, "It's too much, the clay figurine is still somewhat earthy, he rounded and flattened Jian Zhe so unscrupulously, so it's because people like him... Hmph, he has confidence Absolutely, do you really think you have the charm of a god descending from the earth?"

"What's the matter with the gods?" Gan Song shrugged, "but you can take it easy and don't go too far."

"Don't worry," Shen You smiled, "I'm experienced in this too... Has Jiang Xia followed?"

"Ah, here we are, standing outside the door and listening."

Jian Zhe staggered back a step synchronously, the last trace of blood on his face faded, and the expression he looked at Wei Rui could almost be described as horror.

Wei Rui turned to look at him: "...It seems that you really didn't expect it."

Jian Zhe took another two steps back and leaned against the door - if it wasn't for this, he could hardly support his limp body.

Wei Rui sighed: "Since you're not interested in Jiang Xia, it's best to tell him clearly, I can tell that he really likes you, since you can't give him a response, it's best not to hang around, Don't you feel guilty?"

The door Shen You was leaning on moved violently, while calmly resisting with all his strength to prevent people from outside from breaking in, while slowly allowing sarcasm to appear on his face, he raised his head to meet Wei Rui's eyes.

"What about you? It's impressive that you can say these words so brazenly."

"Yes... is it ooc Xianjun, would Jian Zhe speak like this?"

"Shut up for me too."

Wei Rui froze for a moment, apparently not expecting such a direction.

Shen You continued to press against the door, took a few breaths, and then managed to straighten up and look at the man opposite: "I didn't expect... Since you know my thoughts so clearly, why do you have to stay up and down for so many years?" Hanging, don't you think it's despicable?"

"What are you talking about..." Wei Rui's face turned cold, and a small pimple frowned between his brows, "This is different."

"What's the difference?" As soon as Jian Zhe calmed down, his aura that belonged to the film king was fully opened. He leaned against the door and squinted his eyes, and Wei Rui even felt a chill in his body—like a cheetah staring at him in the jungle. Antelope, "Well, it's really different. At least I have thought about starting over with Jiang Xia, but you have always been complacent about my liking. Does having such an admirer make you feel very face?"

"You..." Wei Rui couldn't help taking a step back, his eyes were full of surprise, "Why do you...?"

Jian Zhe shrugged: "I have always been like this. I admit that I liked you, but just now this liking has disappeared. Now I can naturally show an attitude that makes me comfortable."

"Wei Rui," he looked into the other person's eyes, and said word by word, "Do you think that because I like you, I can overwhelm me in everything, so I can do whatever you want?"

"It's pathetic," he chuckled, before turning to open the door. "It's such a disappointment."

"I actually liked you..."

It's not worth it that Jian Zhe actually liked you.

Wei Rui's eyes dimmed, and before he opened the door, he twisted his arm and easily pushed him against the wall with his backhand.

"How dare you...you..."

He froze again, Jian Zhe in his arms was thinner than he looked, but there was a faint warmth coming through the fabric.

The man who was the same height as him was pinned against the wall completely powerlessly, one hand was twisted behind his back, and the other hand was struggling to support the wall. His handsome face could see that the skin was oozing sweat, but he was biting his hands tightly. He gritted his teeth and didn't even hum.

... This kind of Jian Zhe is surprisingly real, unlike before, although he smiles modestly, he always looks aloof, and when he lowers his eyes, he will reveal his unconcealable admiration, but he always stands silently, which makes people dare not One step beyond the thunder pool.

He couldn't help letting out a soft breath: "You..."

After all, this sentence was not finished, and before there was time to make up for the gaffe just now, our President Wei was punched mercilessly and knocked to the ground.

Jiang Xia, who finally broke through the door, rode on him, obviously not venting enough, another fist was raised high, and another punch hit him hard on the shoulder.

Some people in the small living room were already alarmed by the movement here, and a few acquaintances rushed over while shouting at others, but judging from that distance, Mr. Wei would have to receive another three punches no matter what.

A thin hand enveloped Jiang Xia's raised fist again.

As if there was some magical power, Jiang Xia froze, her clenched fists suddenly softened, the aura she had just now disappeared, and she stood up hastily, feeling a little at a loss.

"You...how are you...not that I mean..."

"I'm fine," Shen You showed him a warm smile, "It's enough to let go, he is... your friend after all."

He almost said "he was doing it for your own good after all", but fortunately he suddenly remembered at a critical moment, so he didn't reveal that he knew who was outside the door.

Jiang Xia's face was gloomy when she heard this: "I don't have this kind of friend."

"Jiang Xia..." Wei Rui got up in embarrassment, blood oozing from the corner of his lips, but he didn't seem to have any complaints about the person who beat him, "You don't understand the story..."

"What's the matter?" The first few people had already run over panting, "Hey, why are you two fighting, aren't you the two closest friends usually...cough, Young Master Jian is here too...?"

Shen You nodded at them, showing a trademark light smile: "It's nothing, the two of them had some disagreements and moved around a little bit, it's not a big deal."

The visitor looked at the wrinkled suits of the two big men and the same faces that were as black as the bottom of a pot, and forced a smile to agree: "That's right, they are all my brothers..."

If it's not a big deal...does it have to be a bayonet to see the red?

Shen You saw that Jiang Xia was obviously angry but couldn't speak, so she gave him a secret wink helplessly.

Do you really want to make this a big deal, brat.

Su Zhen was the second one to run over, and he cringed to Wei Rui's side, wiping the corners of his lips distressedly.

Normally, this man would have pulled him into his arms to comfort him, at least he should have spoken softly, but today...

Su Zhen saw Wei Rui staring directly at the two people opposite him, then cast his gaze over there, and frowned vaguely.

Shen You sighed.

"Go back?" He comfortingly patted Jiang Xia, who was still like a little lion about to fight - on the lower back - this kid was always easy to soften when he touched this place, and the people in the crew It has been tried many times.

Sure enough, Jiang Xia glared at Wei Rui again, then softened up, said a few words to the friends who were gradually gathering, and led Jian Zhe out of the meeting place under the pretext of discussing performances without looking back.

The small system that watched the whole process was stunned: "It's... still can be like this...?"

Shen Xianjun snorted, disdaining to answer such stupid questions.