After my confession, I became popular [entertainment circle]

"Then what, Gu Zhe..."

Cui Ouning subconsciously wanted to stand up, but when he was standing halfway, Gu Zhefeng took out a towel from somewhere and stuck it on Cui Ouning's arm.

The towel was icy, and when it touched the warm skin, the icy Cui Ouning shivered.

And Gu Zhefeng used the strength of his arm to push Cui Ouning to sit on the toilet seat again with a slight push.

Originally, the toilet was small, but Gu Zhefeng leaned forward, and the shadow of his whole body enveloped Cui Ouning.

Gu Zhefeng said in a deep voice, "Don't move."

Cui Ouning's body froze instantly.

Holding the towel, Gu Zhefeng moved it from the middle of the toilet cubicle to the right side of Cui Ouning.

Cui Ouning opened his mouth, always wanting to say something.

But he didn't know what to say. In the current situation, it seemed strange to say anything.

But if you don't say anything, it seems that in such a scene, people will always misunderstand that something strange will ferment.

So Cui Ouning bit the bullet and said: "Then what... Hahaha, actor Gu, you startled me, I can do it by myself, why lock the door hahaha, I thought you disliked me for dancing too badly hit me."

Gu Zhefeng didn't buy it, but said in a cold voice: "Shut up if you can't speak."

Cui Ouning shut up obediently.

He didn't speak, and Gu Zhefeng didn't say anything. He just bent down slightly, held the inside of Cui Ouning's arm with one hand to fix his arm, and held the ice towel with the other hand, gently rubbing the red and swollen Cui Oning. The place.

Gu Zhefeng's strength is not heavy, and when he rubs gently, he looks extremely gentle, as soft as being trapped in cotton.

And Cui Ouning's originally red and swollen place was pressed with such gentle force, and it slowly became more comfortable under the effect of ice.

Gu Zhefeng lowered his head, and a strand of hair fell from the corner of his forehead, which seemed to be parallel to his high nose bridge.

Gu Zhefeng's face was hailed by the media as the most valuable face in contemporary times.

And this face is now only ten centimeters away from Cui Ouning, and Cui Ouning who is so close can see the tiny fluff on Gu Zhefeng's face in the white light from the ceiling.

Very close.

Cui Ouning, who was close, felt that he could kiss him as long as he raised his head slightly.

Gu Zhefeng breathed very lightly, and it fell into Cui Ouning's ears, but it was lightly scratched like a feather.

But no matter how lightly he breathes, how hard it must be for Cui Ouning to restrain himself from not breathing too heavily.

He tried his best not to look at Gu Zhefeng.

In the concealed and small toilet cubicle, the two men seemed extremely crowded.Cui Ouning sat there stiffly and did not dare to move at all, for fear that if he moved, he would run into Gu Zhefeng.

Gu Zhefeng, who was rubbing his arm, suddenly said softly: "Does it still hurt?"

Cui Ouning said: "It doesn't hurt anymore, there is no need to rub it, it's fine."

Gu Zhefeng lowered his eyes and said: "You are lying."

Cui Ouning was a little speechless: "This is my own hand. I said it doesn't hurt, so it doesn't hurt."

Probably because the person who spoke was Gu Zhefeng, or maybe the toilet was too quiet at this time.Cui Ouning didn't notice that when he spoke, there was a bit of tenderness between the lines, even if it was helplessness that could not be answered.

"It's impossible for you not to be in pain." Gu Zhefeng said, "Because I hit you in the same place many times."

Cui Ouning was even more speechless: "Then next time... you should be a little lighter? Hit twice less?"

Gu Zhefeng said: "Shouldn't you say, tell me not to hit you next time?"

Cui Ouning answered the words in a polite manner: "Mr. Gu, please don't hit me next time."

Gu Zhefeng said: "No."

Cui Ouning: ...

He was angry and happy: "All right, all right, you can fight if you want, and if you don't want to, don't."

Gu Zhefeng said again: "Can't a big man have a bit of backbone? Why do people fight when they say so, and don't fight when others say they don't."

"I said please don't fight, but you didn't listen."

"I didn't say or listen."

"You said no."

"I said no, but I didn't say no."

Cui Ouning was overjoyed, he forgot that he was "Cui Ouning", just like he used to bicker with Gu Zhefeng, he raised his left hand and scratched Gu Zhefeng's perfectly curved chin: "What are you doing again? ? Selectively listen to opinions and continue to die without repentance?"

He regretted it after doing it.

This is not an action that Cui Oning can do.

Gu Zhefeng looked up at him, his eyes were slightly red.

Cui Ouning realized something, he couldn't help but move to the side, explaining as he moved: "I didn't do it on purpose, I just... Anyway, I'm sorry! I'll chop off my hand when I go back!"

The toilet seat was too small, and he almost moved himself to the ground when he moved it like this. Fortunately, he supported the wall of the cubicle to avoid the pain of his buttocks landing on the ground.

Half of his body was on the toilet seat, and the other half was hanging outside. His posture was uncomfortable, but Cui Oning didn't dare to move.

He lowered his head, cold sweat broke out on his body.

Holding the ice towel, Gu Zhefeng looked at Cui Ouning without speaking for a long time.

Cui Ouning thought that Gu Zhefeng would question him face to face again like yesterday.

But Gu Zhefeng didn't speak, he didn't say anything, he just paused for a while, pulled Cui Oning to let him sit in and don't fall off, then lowered his head, gently and gently rubbed Cui Oning's arm.

For some reason, Gu Zhefeng's silence and gentleness made Cui Ouning feel guilty for no reason.

"I……"

"Cold compress the day before, and apply heat if the redness persists in two days. The redness is not too serious and it shouldn't take long for it to disappear."

Gu Zhefeng finished this sentence in one breath, threw the ice towel to Cui Ouning, pursed his lips, turned his back and said: "Also, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have hit so hard."

After saying this, he opened the compartment door and walked out.

He walked very slowly, his figure was as tall and straight as ever, but with the hem of his clothes swaying, he looked a bit lonely.

Cui Ouning suddenly wanted to call Gu Zhefeng to stop.

But he stopped.

The sound of Gu Zhefeng's footsteps gradually faded away, and Cui Ouning sat on the toilet seat with his hands on his knees.

The compartment door was swinging back and forth due to inertia. Cui Ouning held an ice towel in one hand and looked at the swinging compartment door, feeling a little dazed for a moment.

Gu Zhefeng... What exactly do you want to do?

Are you sure he is Cui Ouning?

It's confirmed, so what?

Cui Ouning sighed.

Gu Zhefeng, Gu Zhefeng.

-

Gu Zhefeng walked to the parking lot, and the familiar Lexus was in the same position.

He opened the back seat door and got in. Liu Kexin shouted from the driver: "Boss."

Gu Zhefeng came to the door, lowered his eyes and said: "If you have anything to report, just say it."

"Okay." Liu Kexin took the information, turned around and reported to Gu Zhefenghui: "Chuangming Entertainment's revenue has increased by two percentage points year-on-year. Manager Li, who is in charge of operations, is applying to you..."

Gu Zhefeng understood it before he finished listening, and lowered his eyes and said: "Is it a salary increase? Yes, let the financial side give a reasonable value for the amount."

"Okay. The second thing, Mr. Bai Zhen said that in order to thank you for your investment and joining, he will also increase investment in the program "Young Us", and gave the target ratings and future plans."

"Just look at it."

"Got it. Mr. Bai Zhen also said that they have prepared another variety show and hope to invite you as a guest."

"No."

"Okay, I'll refuse in a moment." Liu Kexin took out his mobile phone and called up an audio, but he didn't press it to play: "This is the theme song you sang in the movie "The Surging". You listen."

"Let it go."

Liu Kexin pressed the play button, and the music started to play slowly.

"Did you finish listening to the music or?"

"Continue to report."

"The next thing is, your new movie "The Surging" has passed the review of the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television. The director asked me to ask when you are free, so that he can decide the time of the film conference, and whether you would like to participate in several tours Press conference?"

Gu Zhefeng said: "I will not participate in the tour conference. The time for the film conference..."

Gu Zhefeng leaned back slightly following the rhythm of the music, raised his head slightly, and looked at the blue sky outside the skylight.

Instead of continuing that topic, he chose another one: "Is there any result to that news?"

Liu Kexin pursed his lips: "Yes. Mr. Cui's father has decided to cremate Mr. Cui's body in a week's time."

Cremation.

Gu Zhefeng gently closed his eyes.

Liu Kexin said softly: "I have contacted Mr. Cui's father, and he said that Mr. Cui's ashes can be given to you."

Liu Kexin immediately explained: "I'm not asking in your name, I'm pretending to be a loyal fan of Mr. Cui."

Gu Zhefeng closed his eyes and said: "What do you do for me, everyone is dead, do you want the ashes to eat?"

This sentence sounded like a cold joke, but Liu Kexin couldn't laugh at all.

This is not Gu Zhefeng's speaking style, but Cui Ouning's speaking style.

Cui Ouning's flesh/body is dead.

But he didn't know how long he would toss Gu Zhefeng in his memory.

Liu Kexin has been with Gu Zhefeng for nearly five years, Gu Zhefeng's affectionate bit by bit, even the tip of the iceberg he saw surprised him.

Gu Zhefeng said: "The time of the film conference, let's set the day for his cremation."

Liu Kexin was taken aback: "This...wouldn't be good? Originally, the industry thought that the relationship between you two was not good. Now everyone in the entertainment industry is mourning for Cui Yingdi. You held a new movie conference on the day of his cremation. I'm afraid...it's bad for your reputation."

Gu Zhefeng said indifferently: "Have I ever cared about such illusory things?"

Liu Kexin was silent.

Gu Zhefeng curled the corners of his lips, but he didn't smile: "This film conference is meaningful only on the day of his cremation."

The music on the phone was playing slowly, no matter how emotional the people outside were ups and downs, it couldn't affect him.

Gu Zhefeng's singing, just like this, echoed softly and gently in the carriage through the loudspeaker:

"*I love you like the deep sea is raging, and every second of missing you is like a fire that erodes my bones*"

Gu Zhefeng opened his eyes, his eyes filled with sadness: "Because this movie, I originally planned to give it to him—"

"It's a confession."