I am the white moonlight of the giants who died early

In the security room, Yun Qingcen frowned and looked at Zheng Shaowei. Zheng Shaowei's eyes were red, he didn't know what he thought of, and he probably started to move himself again.

Yun Qingcen stood at the door, he raised his head and touched Zhao Hexuan's ear.

Zhao Hexuan smiled at Yun Qingcen.

Yun Qingcen looked at Zheng Shaowei indifferently: "Since you can't survive, why don't you die?"

Zheng Shaowei looked at Yun Qingcen, his expression was almost crazy: "I committed suicide three times!"

Yun Qingcen embraced her hands, and said with a smile: "Nothing is difficult in this world if you put your heart into it. As long as you persevere, you will always succeed."

Zhao Hexuan couldn't hear and didn't respond, Zheng Shaowei was stunned there, and the two security guards almost burst out laughing.

Yun Qingcen: "Didn't you come to speak for Su Ming?"

Zheng Shaowei gasped, and he stared into Yun Qingcen's eyes: "Tell me, how much do you want?"

Yun Qingcen snorted: "I like your duplicity."

He said that Su Ming was just a substitute, but he would never miss the slightest bit of things that should be done.

Yun Qingcen remembered that when he was still alive, what Zheng Shaowei did for him was nothing more than that, which made him feel a little disgusted, it seemed that to Zheng Shaowei, he was no different from Su Ming, he felt that Zheng Shaowei was not only blind, but also blind.

"Since you want this matter to go away, it shouldn't be too much for me to make some demands?" Yun Qingcen didn't bother to talk to him in private. Everything should be there, Yun Qingcen: "It's still the price we negotiated before, no less, a public apology, and an apology to me in front of the media."

Zheng Shaowei's forehead showed blue veins: "Impossible."

Yun Qingcen shrugged: "Here is my suggestion, you can go back and think about it, but my patience is limited, I advise you to think about it today, don't wait until it is too late."

Yun Qingcen was already tired of playing.

Before Yun Qingcen left, he suddenly thought of something. He turned his head and asked Zheng Shaowei: "Mr. Zheng, I have a question for you."

Zheng Shaowei pursed his lips tightly and did not speak.

Yun Qingcen grinned viciously: "You said that Yun Qingcen has a spirit in the sky and will not let you die. If he really has a spirit in the sky, would he be willing to watch you find an inferior substitute similar to him? In your eyes, the original Yun Qingcen was so cheap? If you admit that you have empathized with someone else, maybe he will still think highly of you."

Yun Qingcen waved his hand: "Mr. Zheng, don't catch up again. I'll wait for your call."

Zheng Shaowei took several steps, but in the end he didn't catch up, his expression was a little dazed, the hostility in his eyes slowly disappeared, Yun Qing's words lingered in his ears, and he couldn't ignore it.

"In your eyes, Yun Qingcen is just that cheap?"

Zheng Shaowei grabbed the clothes on his chest, buried his head, and panted heavily.

He was about to suffocate.

The other party's words were like a knife, piercing straight into his heart, and he couldn't say it hurt.

Zheng Shaowei is like an angry lion with nowhere to vent.

"Fuck!" The security guard was startled.

"Quickly, do you have gauze?"

A glass door in the security room was broken by Zheng Shaowei.

Zheng Shaowei lowered his head, no one could see his expression, only the blood dripping down the knuckles of his clenched fist.

The security guard was terrified, thinking that this was a lunatic, and he couldn't be head-on: "Brother, calm down..."

"Call the police." He comforted Zheng Shaowei and said to his colleagues.

Zheng Shaowei: "How much?"

The security guard looked up stupidly: "Huh?"

Zheng Shaowei raised his head and looked at the security guard: "I ask how much compensation do I need?"

The security guard said intoxicatedly, "One thousand and two."

Zheng Shaowei raised his head irritably: "Swipe card or transfer money?"

In the end, it was still a transfer, and Zheng Shaowei transferred [-] yuan casually.

After the people left, the two security guards gathered together: "What's this called?"

"The rich are in a hurry, right? I don't understand what they're saying."

"It's better to be rich, to find things for yourself every day, unlike us, who don't have so many things to earn money to eat."

"Yes, the most you can worry about is which school your child goes to. Has your family changed houses? My wife said that in the second half of the year, I have to change houses in the school district, and it seems that I will go to elementary school."

"Hey, school district housing is more important than anything these days."

……

Back home, Yun Qingcen treated Zhao Hexuan's face and mouth wounds. He dipped the medicine in a cotton swab, and because he was worried that Zhao Hexuan would hurt, he just tapped it lightly instead of rubbing it directly.

Zhao Hexuan didn't seem to know how to write pain. When Yun Qingcen was treating his wound, his eyes were on Yun Qingcen's face. His eyes were lingering and gentle. Even if he didn't speak, there were countless unfinished words in his eyes. .

Yun Qingcen didn't speak when applying the medicine, and only threw the cotton swab into the trash can when it was finished. Looking at Zhao Hexuan's "submissive" appearance, he didn't feel pitiful, but bored.

Zhao Hexuan also felt the change in Yun Qingcen's attitude, he sat next to Yun Qingcen, leaned over slowly, his head tilted to Yun Qingcen's shoulder, and muttered silently in his heart.

As long as Yun Qingcen didn't push him away within five seconds, he wouldn't push him away again.

Sometimes Zhao Hexuan would miss when he first met Yun Qingcen.

At that time, Yun Qingcen behaved even worse than now, moody, doing whatever he wanted, like a gust of wind, sweeping across.

Zhao Hexuan enjoyed the feeling of being blown by that wind.

But not bad now.

Fortunately, Yun Qingcen didn't push him away.

Zhao Hexuan breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. He leaned on for a while before taking out his mobile phone and asking the secretary to bring the spare hearing aid and glasses.

The secretary quickly delivered it to the door. She was wearing high heels, and she abruptly put on the high heels to look like Hot Wheels. She was extremely capable. When she entered this house, she didn't look much, and left after delivering the things.

After wearing the hearing aid, Zhao Hexuan heard the voice again, as if he had returned to the real world.

The glasses were the gold-rimmed glasses from before. After Zhao Hexuan put them on, he said to Yun Qingcen, "Qingcen, are you angry?"

Yun Qingcen raised his eyebrows: "Why am I angry, it's just that in the future when you fight, or scold, and whatever happens, pick me up when I'm not around, okay?"

Zhao Hexuan didn't speak.

Yun Qingcen: "You guys are going to lose face, don't drag me along."

Zhao Hexuan said softly: "I remember."

Yun Qingcen glanced at him, but did not continue.

Some words go too far, any words, if you say too much, it is worthless.

Yun Qingcen took out his mobile phone and started to browse Weibo.

After the recording came out, apart from Su Ming's fans who were still "fighting for reason", Su Ming's reputation was basically one-sided.

The wall is pushed down by everyone, and the higher it is, the more so it is.

There are quite a few people in the circle who hate Su Ming and are jealous of Su Ming. If you don't take advantage of this opportunity, you will not know when the next opportunity will come.

"I have long said that Su Ming is not a good person. If you don't believe me, my brother's classmate and Su Ming are also classmates. They said that Su Ming would pretend to be pitiful when he was in school. He couldn't afford food, couldn't afford stationery, printed I can't afford the papers, I can't afford the tuition fees, and in the end the whole class pooled their money to pay him, why did they hand it in? The teacher likes him, if you can be liked by the teacher, you can too."

"Anyway, I now feel that you should never be a sincere fan of a star. You just watch his filming and listen to his singing. If you are a fan so sincere, you will be unlucky if something happens to you."

"Looking at the fact that Su Ming's fans are still dying, I don't think they are hateful anymore, I just feel sorry for them."

"Why are you pitiful? Isn't Yunqing pitiful? That's really pitiful. If it were me, I wouldn't even know how to survive."

"I support Yun Qing in taking Su Ming to court."

Su Ming has been afraid to surf the Internet recently, afraid to look at his mobile phone. He has uninstalled Weibo, but it is strange. It's full of rainbow farts from true fans, but I just don't bother to look at them.

When he knew that a group of people scolded him on Weibo, the comments must have been hacked, but he wanted to open Weibo and seek praise from a group of insults. It seemed like this, he was not fighting alone.

In the past, it was all sugar, and he didn't want to look for it, and he was too lazy to eat it.

Now it's all shit, with a few candies mixed in, but he wants to find it.

The crew that terminated the contract with him not only got free publicity, but also got popular searches for two days, and was also supported by a group of people who eat melons, saying that they don't need bad artists, and they are models and benchmark crews in the entertainment industry.

Even the fans of several leading actors have increased, not to mention the director.

The manager also changed, and another company's trump card was changed, but this manager originally brought two artists, both of whom were the real pillars of the company. One won the best actor three times, and the other won the best actor twice.

Compared with them, Su Ming is nothing.

The manager is obviously also Su Ming who was forced to take over. Naturally, he will not be as meticulous as Yang Ran, and he also has to consider the impact on other artists in the company.

Not to mention following Su Ming and comforting Su Ming every day, it would be nice to have three phone calls a day.

Although his attitude was good, Su Ming could feel that the other party treated him differently from his senior.

"I know I'm not the movie star, but he can't treat me like this." Su Ming lay on the table and complained to Zheng Shaowei who had just returned, "Of course he has to do his job well for this salary, and now everyone is condemning him on the Internet. Me, but he is going to talk to me about the endorsement of a battery car, or that kind of battery car that is not famous, this time the endorsement has dropped, how can I get up in the future?"

Su Ming: "I'm not angry with him, but he should consider me from my point of view. Otherwise, why would he be my manager? This is the job of a manager."

Zheng Shaowei had a headache when he heard it, he leaned back on the sofa and said hoarsely, "Shut up."

Normally, Su Ming would shut up, but this time Su Ming didn't.

He probably felt that he was sharing weal and woe with Zheng Shaowei, and this feeling gave him the illusion that he and Zheng Shaowei were intimate, so he looked up at Zheng Shaowei.

The wound on Zheng Shaowei's hand had already been bandaged. He closed his eyes and didn't take a second look at Su Ming.

Su Ming: "Brother Zheng, are you still not feeling well? Otherwise, I'll have someone come and show you again..."

Zheng Shaowei raised his head, and casually threw the lamp beside the table out.

The desk lamp hit the opponent's wall, making a muffled sound.

Su Ming was startled, and when he went to see Zheng Shaowei again, Zheng Shaowei was looking at him with scarlet eyes: "You don't understand me? I tell you to shut up!"

Su Ming's lips trembled, his face was pale.

At this moment, he felt abandoned by the whole world.

He stood up and left the office directly.

But Zheng Shaowei did not keep him.

Unlike Zheng Shaowei's messy mess, Yun Qingcen was smelling the aroma of the food at the kitchen door, and could still take a bite to try the food from time to time.

"I remember you like sweet dishes." Zhou Xuyao ​​stood in the kitchen wearing an apron, like a good man at home, with a spatula in his hand, "I'm making cherry meat and sweet and sour pork today."

Yun Qingcen blinked and felt that Zhou Xuyao ​​was an angel. He leaned against the door frame and said, "Is the tenderloin going to be fried?"

Zhou Xuyao ​​was serious: "Of course it has to be deep-fried, otherwise it won't be crispy, and it will be eaten as soon as it is done."

After Zhou Xuyao ​​finished talking to Yun Qingcen, he even said to Zhao Hexuan who was sitting in the living room: "Mr. Zhao, don't worry, I'll prepare bone soup for you to make up for it."

The corner of Zhao Hexuan's mouth twitched: "Then thank you."

Zhou Xuyao: "You're welcome."

The two of them managed to maintain a semblance of peace.

Neither of them wanted to quarrel or fight in front of Yun Qingcen.

If there are no outsiders around, let alone persuasion, Yun Qingcen will not give them a single look.

Zhou Xuyao ​​is still talking to Yun Qingcen about the secrets of cooking and how much effort he has put in to learn how to cook. In his words, he is simply a 24-hour filial husband. He only needs to give him a pair of wings. Can fly to the sky to cook a meal for God.

Yun Qingcen was not only not annoying, but also listened with gusto.

The bone soup next to it kept bubbling, and Yun Qingcen was a little greedy, so he asked Zhou Xuyao ​​to fill a bowl of soup for himself, and finished it in a few mouthfuls.

After drinking, Yun Qingcen praised sincerely: "Xuyao, if you are not a master in the future, you can still become a chef, maybe you can earn more than your master."

Zhou Xuyao, who had spent a week to master his culinary skills, smiled without showing any complacency.

Zhou Xuyao ​​said reservedly: "I don't cook very well. I can barely eat it. Unlike Mr. Zhao, I can learn everything quickly, so I need to spend more time."

Zhao Hexuan: "..."

Zhou Xuyao, can you be more bitch?

Zhao Hexuan smiled: "Yes, some people are born stupid and slow to learn everything. Qingcen has always disliked stupid people."

Yun Qingcen ate a piece of soft stewed radish and turned a deaf ear to the verbal battle between the two.

As a result, because he didn't speak, the living room became more and more lively.

Basically Zhou Xuyao ​​provoked and Zhao Hexuan fought back.

Yun Qingcen felt as if there were two thousand ducks calling in his ears.

Just when Yun Qingcen was about to blast the two out, the communicator rang, and Yun Qingcen happened to be close, and saw the man on the screen at a glance.

Fu Mingrui stood at the door, and seemed to be holding something in his hand, it should be wine.

Yun Qingcen wiped his hair, his face expressionless.

Well, good, another thousand ducks came.

The author has something to say: "Under the bridge in front of the door, a flock of ducks swam past, come and count them, two four six seven eight, quack quack quack."