The business partner is not right

Probably because of the sentence he heard in a daze before going to bed, Lu Nanqiao dreamed that a year or two ago, because he liked to sing and wanted to be heard by others, he gave up the path his family had arranged for him. With an ignorant and fearless enthusiasm, he signed the current company with nothing, and was poured cold water all over his head and body by the reality.

At that time, he gradually realized that what he wanted was not worth mentioning in front of insignificance.

In this sleepless dream, he recalled most of the experience during this period, and he liked Duan Lefeng who broke into his life more and more.

Who cares about the endless time of the universe, the dust has a life of its own choice.

But the dream was the dream, when Lu Nanqiao woke up, the pain in his body immediately made him cringe.

This is... too painful, right?

From this point of view, Duan Lefeng was really wronged yesterday morning, and Duan Lefeng's desire to clean up was also very strong last night, and he was carried into the room again after he was almost unable to stand.

The memory of Lefeng carrying him to wash up in the later part is a bit blurred. Lu Nanqiao only remembers that he was tortured enough at that time. In order to end it sooner, he spared no effort to say a few good words, and the scale was even better than that recorded in the memo. To grow up, finally got his wish to rest.

Except for his eyes, he didn't want to move any part of his body, his limbs were sore, and his whole body was tired. He just quietly opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling, listening to the sound of even breathing beside him.

Sleeping on the floor tossed him into such a culprit, with only a blanket slanted over his body.

Lu Nanqiao had a bad idea, he barely stood up, and "kindly" brought three quilts from the closet, covered Duan Lefeng layer after layer, and then lay back down without thinking about it on the sofa.

After 10 minutes, Duan Lefeng woke up hot.

"Qiaoqiao." Duan Lefeng pushed the sofa, "Are you okay?"

Lu Nanqiao was not well, he turned over and ignored him.

Ask: "Did I hurt you?"

Lu Nanqiao ignored him.

Ask again: "Did you feel okay last night? Am I... okay?"

It was fine yesterday, but not so good now, Lu Nanqiao finished answering in his heart.

Duan Lefeng seemed to have a problem, so he pushed Lu Nanqiao.

"You're never finished." Lu Nanqiao stretched out his hand and threw the blanket on Duan Lefeng's head, "You're a good boy, you're talking about you, right?"

Duan Lefeng: "..."

"Then what." Duan Lefeng said, "I suddenly remembered that I'm going to record a show tonight, and I'm in this city, I almost forgot."

"So?" Lu Nanqiao asked.

"Come with me."

In the afternoon, Lu Nanqiao, who was sitting in the car with his laptop in his arms, was still in a daze. Why did he agree to Duan Lefeng in a moment of confusion? He had planned to take a week off.

"Ugh."

"'Ah' what?" Lu Nanqiao rolled his eyes at the person next to him, "Is there anyone like you?"

"The compliment was so good last night." Duan Lefeng said regretfully, "It's all a lie to me."

Thinking of the last few nicknames Lu Nanqiao was forced to say last night, he became angry.

"Next time, can you be simpler?" The process of making up the brain was not the same as that of Lu Nanqiao yesterday, and he was not as tired as he imagined.

Duan Lefeng, who knew that he still had a chance, was very happy, and the dark clouds above his head dissipated instantly.

The program Duan Lefeng was going to record was the celebrity sports meeting on Channel X. Tonight was a special Taekwondo show. Duan Lefeng had no pressure, and the few dishes that came over to pose for a photo were dumbfounded by the stars and backed away.

"Brother Duan, what do you do watching the auditorium?" One of them asked, "He should go to the professional level to play, why come here to abuse food."

"Is it considered a work-related injury if we are injured here?" Another person was still in shock, "Let him fight with professional-level amateurs, let's not rush."

There was a small table in the first row of the auditorium. Lu Nanqiao was writing lyrics with his computer in his arms, and occasionally looked up to see Duan Lefeng in the field. His semi-professional boyfriend mixed in with a group of gaudy amateurs, and the scene was very chaotic.

[The world is a sea of ​​people outward, but panic inward. 】

[They say to smile, to be cheerful, to be broad-minded. 】

[They say that insignificance and indifference are inherent faults. 】

[But you said that life is long, and all the dust is also collected. 】

"Little handsome guy?" The girl next to Lu Nanqiao knocked his desk, "Isn't it you, you spent so much money to sit in the front row to watch the show, and you just play computer here?"

Lu Nanqiao was fully armed with a mask, hat and scarf, and no one around him recognized him.

The girl next to her felt a bit resentful: "I saw you fell asleep just now. This show is not boring. My sisters didn't even get a ticket, alas."

"It's not boring." Lu Nanqiao saw that Duan Lefeng was looking at him again in the middle of the scene, "It's very beautiful."

"Little brother, your voice is so familiar." The little girl who reminded Lu Nanqiao said, "I always feel as if I have heard your voice somewhere recently."

"Grass?" She suddenly realized something, lowered her voice and asked, "You can't be Lu Nanqiao, can you?"

Before Lu Nanqiao had time to respond, he saw the girl shaking her head again: "Grass, I must have lost my head. How is this possible?"

Lu Nanqiao: "..."

"Keep your voice down, I am," he said, "I'm waiting for..."

"Okay, you are not." The other party said, "Okay, watch the show, don't worry about me, I will go into the chicken coop by myself."

"Did you see the girls in the first row over there?" the little girl said, "Yi Yang is a big fan of Lu Nanqiao, and she used to be a fan of Du Wei, who specializes in tearing up cp fans like us. Although she has a better temper recently, she still has to be careful." .”

"Oh, yes." Lu Nanqiao said.

"Are you a fan of Lu Nanqiao?"

Lu Nanqiao: "Not a fan."

"Just tell me if you like it." The little girl is very proficient, "If you want the material, I can sell it to you at a lower price. I want to buy a new album. It doesn't mean I don't love Qiaoqiao, I'm just a little poor."

Lu Nanqiao: "I don't really want to..."

"Woc." The little girl cursed, "Look at the word cp fan written on my head, why did Yiyang come to us, ah, that's not right, who is she chasing after stars, no one today Why is Lu Nanqiao here?"

Xiang Yiyang walked around the auditorium all the way and stopped in front of them.

"I'm going to be torn apart?" The girl next to Lu Nanqiao was still muttering.

"Brother Nanqiao." Said Xiang Yiyang, "My brother said that it will take a long time for him to finish the recording. My mobile phone is dead, so lend me some money. I want to go out and eat a junk fast food, but Wang Baduan won't let me. Eat garbage."

"Oh, okay." Lu Nanqiao thought for a while, and took out a bank card from his bag, "It just so happens that I have the card your brother gave me before, you can swipe his, and bring me a copy by the way."