occupy boyfriend

On the day when MainPOP hit the charts, Huang Si and Zheng Yao's album sales were basically tied, and the outcome only depended on the scene.

The studio for playing songs was set up early in the morning, because this time the list not only involves singers, but also a head-on collision between Tianlin and Haicheng. The topic has remained high since a week ago, and the TV station is also under great pressure , replaced the microphone, audio and lighting with the most professional level, and invited two industry-leading reviewers.

Han Sheng used his brains to get the back door from the two judges, but these two seniors of the grandpa generation, who were neither short of money nor lack of contacts, directly blocked him. Zheng Yao himself.

But besides this, he still has some 'little preparations'.

Huang Si fell asleep early in the morning and was transported to the modeling room by his assistant. When he woke up, he found Song Jin sitting next to him, "Brother, when did you come?"

"It's been a while, how's it going, are you nervous?" Song Jin handed him a glass of warm water. Before the singer went on stage, in order to keep his voice clean, he could not eat or drink any irritating food.

"Don't be nervous, abuse Zheng Yao, I just need to perform normally!" Huang Si was full of confidence, but when he saw himself in the mirror like a toy being picked up and pulled here and there, he was quite embarrassed. "...Brother, why don't you go down and wait for me?"

Song Jin was happy, stood up and patted him on the shoulder, "Okay, I'm not used to this light that dazzles my eyes."

Huang Si stared at Song Jin's neat waistline and hip line, secretly swallowed his throat, thinking that Song Jin can wear a formal suit with a taste that others don't...it's so beautiful and attractive.

It's a pity that he always treats him like a little kid, always coaxing and teasing him, never looking at him directly.

He has to live up to it, so that Song Jin can admire him and worship him, and treat him as an upright man.

Sitting up, Huang Si straightened his back. Just as he was slapped, he was slapped on the forehead by the styling room, and said coolly, "Need well, the hairspray is all rubbing against my chest."

Huang Si, "..."

The little assistant seemed to have a gun in his mouth when he was driving. He was nervous for Huang Si and worried about his own future. He hadn't officially joined the establishment yet. If Huang Si lost this trip and retired, he would be finished.

"A Si, don't be stressed, don't be stressed—"

Huang Si reached out from behind and put his hand on his neck eeriely, "If you want to say these two words again, I'll let you feel what pressure is, motherfucker."

The little assistant babbled, feeling aggrieved, nodded and remained silent.

The back door of the TV station was also surrounded by fans early on, holding up lights and banners and screaming. Seeing the babysitter's car approaching, the little assistant didn't dare to step on the gas pedal.

Song Jin put all the things he should bring on his back, and greeted Huang Si, "Let's get off directly, pay attention to safety, and don't waste time."

This is also in line with the people-friendly line he recently established for Huang Si.

The little assistant and Song Jin sandwiched Huang Si from left to right, stretched out a protective circle with their arms, and were squeezed into a panic by those excited fans, their shirts were pulled out from their belts, and a fat fan was particularly tough, yelling to go He rushed over and threw Song Jin directly on Huang Si. Huang Si hugged him happily, thinking that he must give that fat fan a signed album!

Song Jin's earlobe brushed against his chin, like a scalding mark, and the light and dry fragrance of his hair was so nice.

Song Jin was a little embarrassed, scolding this little bastard in his heart, and pushed him away vigorously, "Hurry up, hurry up, go in!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he caught a glimpse of a man wearing a mask pouring a bottle of liquid over from the corner of his eye, and subconsciously pushed Huang Si down, twisted his body and raised his hand, completely protecting him.

He didn't turn around in time enough, a lot of liquid was splashed on the right side of his face, the hair was the most stained, and the whole thing was a mess.

Huang Si's eyes widened in shock, and his voice broke, "Brother!!——"

Most of Huang Si's fans were pretty girls, they were terrified when they saw this battle, they were afraid that it would hurt Chi Yu, so the idol stopped chasing them, and the lights and banners were thrown all over the ground, screaming like birds and beasts scattered.

"Don't run!!" The little assistant yelled and chased after the man. After a few steps, the man stepped on the motorcycle and ran away emitting black smoke. It was obvious that he had come prepared.

When he turned back, Huang Sizheng held Song Jin's face and wiped it desperately, his eyes were red, and he muttered, "Brother, does it hurt, is it uncomfortable? Don't rub it, it's getting into your eyes...Silly You are not stupid, who told you to block it!"

Such a proud person, with tears streaming down his face, stunned the assistant.

He has been with Huang Si for more than a year, even when the plagiarism incident broke out and the future was uncertain, Huang Si had never been so panicked.

Song Jin's right cheek was prickly and itchy. It was hot and painful. It was already red and swollen. His eyelashes were stuck together and he couldn't open his eyes. He couldn't see if the eyeball was damaged. He avoided Huang Si's hand and said, "Don't do it. , I don’t know what it is, and it hurts you back.”

The little assistant hurriedly opened the car door, "Quick, get in the car, let's go to the hospital for treatment."

"I'm fine, I shouldn't be sour." Song Jin took off the bag on his back and stuffed it into the arms of the little assistant, "You take Ah Si to the backstage to wash your hands and prepare for the rankings. I'll just go to the hospital by myself."

Huang Si said angrily, "Damn it, you're still doing this! We'll send you to the hospital!"

"Huang Si," Song Jin opened one eye, looking embarrassed, but his tone was calm, "This is not only your future, but also Hai Cheng's future, now turn back immediately and show your best state, don't it disappointed me."

He has done so much just to help Xing Likun clear the obstacles to progress, and he must not stumble here!

"Brother..." Huang Si sniffed, and just touched Song Jin's eyelids with trembling hands, but Song Jin dodged it, "Also, it's my duty to help you block that blow, don't feel burdened in your heart. "

The light in Huang Si's eyes dimmed in an instant, he heard that there was something in Song Jin's words, what do you mean don't have a burden?It's basically telling him not to be sentimental.

But just now, how many "obligations" brokers can do it?

If that person's heart is black and sulfuric acid is thrown, Song Jin's life will be ruined!

Huang Si swallowed hard, turned around and walked into the back door of the TV station without saying a word.

"A Si!" The little assistant yelled after him, looked at Song Jin, then at Huang Si, and followed in hesitantly.

Song Jin stood where he was and ordered loudly, "Keep an eye on your bag!"

Tianlin didn't want Huang Si to hit the rankings on time, so he must have prepared a lot of dirty tricks. He took precautions, even touched the cosmetics in the styling room for fear of being mixed with them, but he did it unexpectedly.

Song Jin's face was swollen and oily, and there were spots of blood oozing out. The capillaries inside were stimulated to rupture and bleed. The burning pain was slightly relieved, but he still couldn't open his eyes. With the hand in the car, the driver was so frightened that his hands were bald when he got close, and he didn't dare to stop. In the end, he could only moan and call the person at home.

Xing Likun answered lazily, "Bao, I'm waiting to watch the live broadcast, I will definitely watch it."

The TV was pitch black, and this man felt resentful that Huang Si missed his wife, so he couldn't be more willing to look at his face.

Song Jin hesitated, but still said, "I have a small situation here, come and pick me up."

Xing Likun sat up, asked about the location, rode a modified motorcycle and drove all the way, darting through the alleys, the wheels ran over puddles and jumped over stones and bricks, a layer of wall dust was scraped out of the rearview mirror several times, In just 15 minutes, it hit the ground.

Song Jin was still sitting on the shoulder of the road waiting for a four-wheeler, and was suddenly picked up from behind, and all the hematomas on his face were imprinted in the pupils of the Second Master Xing. The opened right eye was even redder, and the tooth socket was grinding.

"Who did it?"

"..." Seeing his furious appearance, Song Jin felt guilty and weak, and regretted calling this living Hades out.

"Who the hell did it!" Xing Likun roared angrily, the veins on his neck and forehead were exposed, he was really angry.

Which grandson dares to touch someone who I hold on the apex of my heart and can't hurt enough? !

Can my wife, my baby, be bullied by others? !

Just as Song Jin was about to open his mouth to persuade him, the man suddenly lowered his head, carefully kissed him on his swollen eyelids, and put him on the car seat with his hands wrapped around his waist, trying to suppress his anger, "Go to the hospital first."

"Kun'er, I'm fine...it just looks scary, and it doesn't hurt much."

Xing Likun didn't speak, but clasped Song Jin's hand silently, his usual warm palm was covered with a layer of cool sweat.

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, wishing he could beat himself up, he must follow his wife every step of the way from now on, and he must not make any mistakes again!

When he arrived at the hospital, the doctor prepared some liquid medicine for Song Jin to clean. "It's not a big problem. It's a kind of glue with not too strong viscosity. The ingredients are a bit irritating. He is allergic, so it looks serious. Just take some medicine and rest for a few days."

Xing Likun pointed at Song Jin's frizzy hair and curled eyelashes, "What should I do?"

"Cut it, it reacts with the fur, cut it and grow slowly."

Song Jin couldn't help grinning, half pulled his swollen face and half shaved his head, so he didn't need to make up the lighting when he walked to the set, which was convenient.

Xing Likun rubbed his daughter-in-law's soft hairs with his rough fingertips, and they had to cut them off after growing them.

This person didn't take Song Jin to Xiyang Road for modeling, fearing that those people would not hurt Song Jin's face, so he took his daughter-in-law home, wrapped a sheet around her neck, and personally took a little scissors A little bit for Song Jinxiu, after more than an hour of grinding and jiggling, he put on the faders, trimmed a small size close to his scalp, and carefully blown out the stubble with a hair dryer.

The Second Master Xing had never done such a meticulous and caring job, and it was more tiring than a hard fight in the 'Bright Community'.

But looking at the small sample of the daughter-in-law who tilted her head and dozed in a daze, she felt a sense of accomplishment, yes, she didn't cut the ugliness, Song Jin's face was small and fair, she looked so young like a high school student, she was too tender.

Xing Likun didn't wake him up, he hugged his daughter-in-law on the sofa and squinted, Song Jin came up to feel sleepy, hummed several times and didn't wake up, the red and swollen place on his face twitched, obviously still pain.

Xing Likun squatted aside and stared at people, his broad shoulders separated the sunlight, and cast a stable shadow on Song Jin's body. When Song Jin fell asleep, Second Master Xing picked up the car keys and turned to go out, heading straight to the Municipal Traffic Management Bureau. .

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