zero experience

88 yuan.

Without waiting for Xiye's reply after sending, he directly clicked on the other party's red envelope with great interest.

0.1 yuan.

……

……

Zhao Zhiming, who felt that the other party's conscience had found out, felt that he was really naive.

Xiye probably felt a little sorry to see that Zhao Zhiming gave him a lot of money, and said, "Oh, okay, I'll send you some more."

There are three red envelopes.

Zhao Zhiming opened it and took a look.

1 yuan.

10 yuan.

Oh, it seems to be tenfold, Zhao Zhiming raised his eyebrows and continued.

10.1 yuan.

"..."

"No money."

"Is the 888 I just gave you okay?!"

"thank you boss."

"?!!"

"Thank you."

"Fuck you."

Zhao Zhiming and Xiye were happily fighting each other, when they noticed another vibration of the phone, Xiye exited the chat box and looked at the name that jumped to the front, his heart trembled.

When I opened it, it turned out to be a photo.

There are no instructions.

Xiye clicked on the photo, and there was no doubt that the person in the photo was Chen Shengjun, or Chen Shengjun who was wearing a Hanbok, or Chen Shengjun who was wearing a Hanbok and didn't notice the camera, or Chen Shengjun who was wearing a Hanbok and didn't notice the camera but was still easy to see too much.

Xiye pursed his lower lip instinctively, and then pressed the save button, and then a sentence in Korean appeared under the photo. Chen Shengjun could hardly communicate with him in Korean, because the other party knew he couldn't understand, and it was usually in Chinese and English. Mixed up, Xiye felt a little strange that just after copying this sentence, the message and the photo were all withdrawn.

Xiye was in a daze, and sent several question marks, but he didn't see any reply. He didn't continue to ask, but turned to Bob to translate the Korean sentence, and the answer he got was: To my beloved sister-in-law kekekekeke .

Xiye:? ? ? ?

He didn't think much about it, thinking that the other party made a mistake, but soon after he checked Weibo routinely, he saw Chen Shengjun's translation tweet on the "mystic fan club official account" on the homepage: My sister put me in a Hanbok I sent my photo to someone, and even though I withdrew it, I still feel like I was seen. At a time when people hardly want to wear Hanbok, it’s still a shame to be seen this kind of photo...

After that, I replied to myself in the comments: And there is a kind of thought that the other party has seen something important, and the other party should be responsible to the end, kekekeke

Xiye: ...

parent's plea

Xiye reopened the photo in the photo album, it seemed to be a photo of Chen Shengjun's beautiful sister as a gift... Although he didn't want to admit the name sister-in-law, and the words Chen Shengjun wrote on FB made Xiye really don't want to be caught by the other party Just right, so his finger moved over the delete key, wondering whether to press it or not.

When he was about to be cruel, Zhao Zhiming's shout came out from the top of the phone.

Uncle: What about people? ?If I don’t show up, I’m going to have lunch. I have an appointment with someone today. I can’t accompany you for the New Year’s Eve. Don’t be lonely. If you miss me, just look at my photos. I know you have them in your phone.

We.Xiye: Roll as far as you can

Uncle: Hehehe, Happy New Year!You're cooling down, put on more clothes.

We.Xiye: Got it, got it, get out of here.

Crude: #bye

Although this guy is cheap and invincible, he really cares about people. Xiye has been with him for so many years, and he has known his peeing habits for a long time, and the other party has long been used to Xiye's behavior. Anyway, I am arrogant The attitude to the end, no matter how much they hate each other, it will not affect the relationship.

However, being joined by Zhao Zhiming, Xiye almost forgot about the ruthlessness just now. Looking at the photo now, he actually sent it directly to the computer, hiding it in the depths of the hard drive like a small pornographic book. , and then frantically deleted the photos on the phone.

This time I can't grasp the handle.

Xiye pouted, seemingly satisfied with his actions, so he idled and flipped through the translation of the official blog just now. That Weibo has been besieged by a crowd of fans, and the number of retweets has exceeded 5. Half of 3w's comments are asking for photos in the daily confession, and the other half are entangled in who the so-called someone is, and how their favorite idols always like to do these tricks to make them surprised. Crying for my girlfriend fans.

Xiye felt quite happy reading the comments, and soon his mother would ask him to go to the living room to watch the Spring Festival Gala with him. In fact, Xiye's mother would not ask him to do similar things in the past, it was all on his own will. So Xiye also knew that the Spring Festival Gala was second, and there should be something to discuss.

When I walked into the living room, I found that my little niece had left with her parents. There were only my parents in the living room. Xiye's father didn't care much. At that time, his father had also strongly opposed it, but he had really noticed Xiye's hard work all this time, and gradually became less aggressive, and even tolerated and accepted this profession, and his mother was a gentle enough person. Ye's character is actually not like these two, and he should have been petted in the later period.

Seeing this appearance, Xiye was still a little nervous, and felt a little uneasy. He obediently sat next to his mother, and asked directly, "What's wrong?"

His mother blinked at him, stretched out her hand to wrap his palm, Xiye glanced down, and then looked back curiously, even more at a loss, but she didn't expect her mother to ask directly, "Xiaowei, what are you talking about?" Mom, tell the truth, do you have someone you like?"

"!" Xiye is actually a person who can't hide his thoughts. Others are better. He can treat him as a workman as much as possible, but in front of his parents, he has nowhere to hide. He shrank his neck instinctively and his face turned pale. She turned red, and stammered in response, "Mom, why are you asking that."

"Why doesn't mom know?" The mother seemed to be quite proud when she said it.

Xiye glanced at his father hesitantly, and his mother instructed him directly, "Your father also knows, I told you!"

"..."

"So you really have someone you like?"

Xiye lowered his head, as long as that sensitive word appeared, Chen Shengjun's face would not linger in his head, and the sound of that guy calling his name seemed to be playing in a loop all the time.

Like it?

He wanted to answer that he didn't know, but he knew in his heart that he had a definite answer. In the past, he was ambiguous and ambiguous, but since Chen Shengjun really confessed his love to him, his consciousness became stronger.

He will never stop the other party from being too intimate, at most he will bluff back a few words after the other party eats the tofu, this alone is enough for Xi Ye, who doesn't like intimate physical contact with people, to know The other party is special.

It's so special, just thinking about that person can't help but smile, it's also so special, because of that person who repeatedly broke too many inherent principles, unsmooth public relations documents, jealous of co-artists, I'm going to ask the former pillar of the company , What inexplicable photos are still saved!

Although he didn't know why his mother suddenly had the idea of ​​asking this question, maybe it was stimulated by the relatives at the dinner table, and he didn't go into the reason, but the thought at this moment was that he didn't want to lie to his parents no matter what , so he nodded in silence for a moment.

I thought my mother would continue to ask who that person was, but I didn't expect the other party to say a bolt from the blue, "Is it mystic?"

Xiye suddenly raised his face and widened his eyes, his usually not so fair face suddenly turned pale, "..."

Seeing this, his mother squeezed his palm, "Don't worry, I'm not blaming you."

"..." Xiye's little head couldn't understand the current situation at all, what's going on?How do you know?what to do?

"Your dad and I have guessed it before. Who will know what you said on Weibo after that? Then, I guessed it."

"..."

"How could you say such things with your character? Mom knows very well. If the other party hadn't made you shake to such an extent, you would have been wiped out long ago."

"Yes, yes?" Xiye asked timidly, as if sensing that there was nothing abnormal in her mother's attitude.

"That's right, you and Zhiming have had a relationship before, right? That guy has such a good development prospect, why does he rely on you as a small agent, rejects many big companies, and refuses to help pay liquidated damages? Said there must be, maybe you are comrades, don't you remember?"

Having said that, Xiye was somewhat impressed.

"Then what did you say? As soon as this magazine came out, you directly said on Weibo that you and Zhiming are just good brothers, and that there is no way they will have a romantic relationship. If the media continues to spread rumors, they will sue them for defamation... ..."

That was the image of Zhao Zhiming that must be maintained at the beginning.

Xiye thought secretly in his heart, but asked himself, is this really the case?If yes, as an artist, why didn't he respond to the incident between Chen Shengjun and himself with the same attitude?Could it be that he didn't need to do this when he just debuted?No, no matter what stage the entertainment industry stars are in, they have to work every step of the way. From the beginning to the peak, only when they have more and more status can they have more and more right to speak. He understands this very well.

The mother said again, "At that time, I was thinking that my Xiaowei seemed to have met someone important."

"...Don't say that, it's kind of disgusting."

"Haha, I paid attention to your affairs later on. That guy is nice, and my mother likes it very much. The only shortcoming is that he is a foreigner. You communicate with him.