After the top stream had a cp with the manager

You are so good-looking why you can't see people

Since Mu Yuyang joined Mingyi, he has not shown his face in public. Entertainment reporters and financial reporters have been chasing him for more than half a month, but he has not been able to get him to accept the interview.

Regarding Mu Yuyang's transformation from an ordinary male team leader to a descendant of a wealthy family, most netizens just regarded it as an ordinary news, and threw it aside after seeing it at the time. Generations abound, and everyone is used to it.The only ones who can't let go are Mu Yuyang's fans.Because ever since Mu Yuyang came into contact with Mingyi's business, he seemed to have retreated into the arena. He didn't run announcements, didn't update Weibo, and the paparazzi would always catch photos of him commuting to and from work on time. office workers.If Mu Yuyang wasn't included in the itinerary of the end-of-year concert on the top Weibo of TRS's official website, fans would really suspect that their male god would completely abandon them and go back to inherit the family business.

[In novels, it’s not all those who can’t act in operas and sing well, so they go back to inherit the family business. Why does Yang Yang go back to inherit the family business if he is so good!I hate!Yang Yang, have you forgotten the fans by Daming Lake?Can you really not see us?Is the relationship of these years wrongly paid after all? 】

At that time, Fu Qingle was analyzing the Weibo data of the members on a daily basis. When he saw this popular comment that was pushed to the top of Mu Yuyang's latest Weibo, he was stunned for a few seconds, and then told him to sit in the office. Mu Yuyang was burying his head in the computer analysis report at the desk: "Your fans asked if you were going to abandon them."

"Ah?" Mu Yuyang raised his head blankly, "We haven't talked about abandonment before."

Fu Qingle explained with a smile: "You have been focusing on the company during this time, and the fans asked you if you still remember that you are still an artist."

After hearing this, Mu Yuyang let out a calm sigh, then lowered his head again, and explained: "I've been too busy these days, let's talk about it later."

Fu Qingle had guessed this would be the result early in the morning, so she hummed calmly and got busy with her own affairs.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, Mu Yuyang suddenly turned off the computer, patted the table and stood up, loudly roaring: "It's finally finished!"

"Have all the materials for tomorrow's meeting been sorted out?" Fu Qingle sat on the small sofa and drank tea leisurely while reading a book.

"En." Mu Yuyang stretched his waist, pushed aside the chair and walked out, walked up to Fu Qingle, sat down beside him, grabbed the teacup in his hand and drank it down, rubbing his stiff neck Complained, "It's too tiring to go to work, it's still easy to be an artist."

Fu Qingle took the empty teacup and put it on the coffee table, smiled and said, "That's not what you said when you ran three announcements a day ago."

Mu Yuyang kicked his shoes, and lay down with his head resting on Fu Qingle's legs.As soon as he lay down, Fu Qingle consciously put his fingers on his temples and gently massaged them.Mu Yuyang closed his eyes comfortably, and said, "But that's interesting, it's not as boring as facing a bunch of reports every day at work."

"Then let me help you contact the announcement?"

Mu Yuyang opened one eye and asked, "What about work?"

Fu Qingle said solemnly: "Resign, since you feel that the work is boring, don't embarrass yourself."

Mu Yuyang snorted coldly without smiling, and said, "I think you want me to be kicked out by my uncle."

Fu Qingle couldn't help laughing: "Then I can take you home, it seems not bad."

"It's a good idea, if you want to abduct you, I will abduct you home." Mu Yuyang grabbed Fu Qingle's hand and put it near his mouth to bite, "If you enter our Mu family, you are considered to be married into a wealthy family. There is still some face in doubling, and this business is not a loss."

Fu Qingle gently rubbed Mu Yuyang's soft lips with her fingertips, and said calmly: "Correct me, I am called Ruzu when I enter Mu's house."

Mu Yuyang opened his eyes: "When I say marriage is marriage, no objection is allowed."

"Okay," Fu Qingle didn't insist, and compromised obediently, and looked at the clock on the wall again, and said secretly, "It's late, go to sleep."

Mu Yuyang hummed, hung his arms around Fu Qingle's neck, closed his eyes and ordered, "Hold me over."

Fu Qingle put one hand on his back and the other on his knees, hugged Mu Yuyang effortlessly, and walked slowly to the bedroom.After walking a few steps, Fu Qingle whispered in Mu Yuyang's ear, "Honey, you seem to be gaining weight again."

This word is very disturbing.

Mu Yuyang opened his eyes instantly, and asked angrily, "Are you despising me?!"

"No." Fu Qingle immediately denied.

"It's your fault that I got fat! You must have raised pigs in your previous life!" Mu Yuyang said angrily.

Fu Qingle couldn't help but smile bitterly: "No one would say that about himself."

"TRS will have a live interview in half a month, let's control it during this period, okay?" Fu Qingle put her on the bed.

"What live broadcast?"

Fu Qingle explained: "The one-year anniversary of TRS was established to give back to the fans' live broadcast. It happens that TRS has no activities during this period, and a live broadcast can maintain exposure."

Mu Yuyang thought for a few seconds and said, "After a while, the company will stabilize and answer some announcements for me."

Fu Qingle nodded: "Okay."

Mu Yuyang rolled on the bed, covered his mouth and yawned: "I'm so sleepy, I'm going to sleep."

Fu Qingle raised her brows lightly, and asked with a teasing smile, "Sleep now?"

"Otherwise? Do we still need to pray before going to bed?" Mu Yuyang said solemnly, "The successors of socialism advocate science."

Fu Qing smiled happily, leaned down/rubbed his cheek with the tip of his nose, and said in a low voice, "Successors of socialism also have normal physiological needs."

Mu Yuyang's eyelashes trembled a few times, rubbed his slightly hot ears and whispered, "It's very late, there is an early meeting tomorrow."

"Then let's make a quick decision?" Fu Qingle's index finger twitched ambiguously on Mu Yuyang's chest through the thin pajamas.

Mu Yuyang turned his head and glanced at the electronic clock beside the bed, lowered his eyes and said, "It must end before twelve o'clock."

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Fu Qingle leaned over and kissed the corner of his mouth, and at the same time, he had already unbuttoned Mu Yuyang's pajamas with both hands.

"You can go faster." Mu Yuyang was speechless.

"Time is running out, not a second can be wasted." Fu Qingle kept moving his hands.

Mu Yuyang spread his hands, looked at the ceiling and said, "Actually, I don't mind if you waste some time."

Too much staying power is not a good thing either.

waste waist.

Also useless voice.

Thinking of this, Mu Yuyang touched his throat, and reminded urgently at the critical moment: "You, you, you, take it easy, I have a meeting tomorrow, so I can't lose my throat."

Fu Qingle lowered his head and was seriously busy with his own affairs, without even looking at him, he casually replied "I will try my best".

Mu Yuyang lay on the bed and sighed deeply.Worried about my throat and waist.

The next day, with throat lozenges in his mouth, Mu Yuyang scolded Fu Qingle seven or eight times in his heart.

Man's mouth, liar ghost!

Fu Qingle drove the car, giving him advice in a refreshed manner: "The situation is not very serious. You can say that you have a cold, and no one will doubt it."

Mu Yuyang threw the box of throat lozenges on Fu Qingle's body, temporarily unable to speak, he could only complain with his eyes.But Fu Qingle rubbed his head without any guilt, and coaxed him softly: "I'll make you a cup of honeysuckle tea later, don't be angry, and take you to have a Turkish meal at noon?"

Mu Yuyang snorted arrogantly, his expression was not as smelly as before.

When he arrived at the company, Fu Qingle really kept his promise and made him a cup of honeysuckle tea, and hand delivered it to Mu Yuyang's office.

When Fu Qingle came up, Mu Yuyang was asking the secretary to sort out the materials for the meeting later.The secretary was no longer surprised by Fu Qingle's arrival. He calmly called Director Fu and left the office with the documents in his arms, closing the door behind him.

Mu Yuyang was very speechless, and said in a hoarse voice: "Why does it seem like the whole company knows that we have an affair. The girls at the front desk are the same, every time they see us, their eyes shine."

Fu Qingle poured a cup of tea from the thermos cup to cool down and handed it to Mu Yuyang. Hearing this, he smiled and said unhurriedly: "Sooner or later."

"How did they find out?" Mu Yuyang wondered.He thought that they were covering it up very well, and he had no self-awareness about his high-profile behavior of going in and out with Fu Qingle, as if he was inseparable from a conjoined twin baby.

Fu Qingle sighed, without further explanation, handed over the cold tea: "Drink it."

"Oh." Mu Yuyang took the cup and drank it obediently.

Fu Qingle took out another throat lozenge and stuffed it into his mouth: "I'm going out in the morning, and I'll be back to pick you up at noon."

"understood."

Fu Qingle pinched his cheek, leaned over and kissed him: "Then I'm leaving, call me if you need anything."

Mu Yuyang didn't nod and didn't speak, he pulled his clothes and refused to let him go.

"Is there anything else?" Fu Qingle asked.

Mu Yuyang stared at him for a while, then slowly raised his head and closed his eyes by the way.

Fu Qingle understood, chuckled, and held his face to deepen the kiss that was about to leave.

It was already 10 minutes after Fu Qingle left.

"Goodbye, Director Fu." The secretary watched Fu Qingle enter the elevator, knocked on the door and opened the door of the office, "Mr. Mu, the meeting is about to begin."

"Understood, let's go." Mu Yuyang walked out of the office holding a thermos cup, his steps were light, his brows were smiling, and he seemed in a good mood.

The secretary glanced at Mu Yuyang's slightly open neckline, quickly lowered his head, and quickly whispered a reminder while waiting for the elevator: "Mr. Mu, neck."

"What's wrong with the neck?" Mu Yuyang stretched out his hand to touch it, and when he touched it halfway, he suddenly stopped, his expression stiffened for a few seconds, then he coughed in disguise, and forced himself to fasten the top button with a cold voice. Said, "You didn't see anything."

The secretary was very witty: "I didn't see anything."

Mu Yuyang nodded in satisfaction, and entered the elevator with a serious expression.

The elevator began to descend slowly.

The atmosphere in the elevator was silent, neither of them spoke.Ten seconds later, the secretary couldn't bear the curiosity in her heart and said cautiously: "Mr. Mu, I don't know if I should ask a question or not."

Mu Yuyang lowered his head and swiped his phone without hesitation for a moment: "It's not appropriate to ask."

"..." The secretary sighed regretfully.

At the meeting after a while, Mu Yuyang was going to take the stage to give a report. This was also the first report he had made since joining Ming Yi. The task of the meeting was released by Mu Ran himself, and he also wanted to consider his nephew's study during this period.

Mu Yuyang did not disappoint him and completed the task brilliantly.It was almost noon when the meeting ended, and Mu Ran patted his nephew on the shoulder with a smile: "You performed well just now, and you didn't embarrass me."

Mu Yuyang was quite happy in his heart, but on the surface he just smiled reservedly, and walked out of the conference room side by side with Mu Ran.Mu Ran's assistant Gu Xingwen hurried towards them from the other end of the corridor with a tablet in his hand, with a serious expression on his face.

"What's wrong?" Mu Ran stopped and asked.

Gu Xingwen glanced at Mu Yuyang, and turned the tablet over to show them: "A paparazzi followed Yangyang and Director Fu, and they captured them entering the community together."

Mu Yuyang was stunned for a moment, then quickly took the tablet and clicked on the news.

[The relationship between TRS captain and agent is unusual?A reporter witnessed the two people going in and out together for several days, suspected to be cohabiting]

Mu Ran frowned when he saw the news: "Have you been followed?"

"It looks like that's right." Mu Yuyang clicked on the pictures and looked at them one by one. He found that there were no particularly intimate photos. They were basically photos of him and Fu Qingle going in and out of the community and company, and it was probably because he was afraid of being caught. They found that they were all secretly photographed from a long distance away, not to mention blurry photos, and several of them didn't even show their faces.It's really hard to explain anything based on these few normal photos, so most netizens are skeptical about the idea of ​​cohabitation.

"Where's Fu Qingle?" Mu Ran asked.

"He's gone to Huanying, so he probably hasn't seen the news yet." Mu Yuyang looked worried, as if he wasn't worried at all.

"Any ideas?"

Mu Yuyang clicked on a photo and enlarged it to look carefully, and replied: "Let's talk about it when Fu Qingle comes back, and discuss it with him first."

Mu Ran suggested: "If there is no substantive evidence, it is not a big problem not to come forward to respond."

"Let's take a look first, maybe those paparazzi still have photos that haven't been released yet." Mu Yuyang returned the tablet to Gu Xingwen.

Mu Ran looked at his nephew with a half-smile: "Why do I think you're quite happy?"

"No way, I'm obviously very angry." Mu Yuyang puffed up his cheeks and tried to pretend to be very angry.

Mu Ran sneered, walked into the elevator: "Do you want me to come forward?"

Mu Yuyang also walked in, shook his head and said, "No need, I can handle this matter myself."

"How to solve it? Just admit it?" Mu Ran asked casually.

"Not necessarily," Mu Yuyang said with a smirk, with eyes hidden, "Actually, I really want to see what they have captured after following me for so long."

Mu Ran shook his head helplessly, and said earnestly: "Take it easy, don't overplay it."

"I know." Mu Yuyang agreed with a smile, but his expression was not measured at all.

Mu Yuyang once again rejected his uncle's invitation to have lunch together, and sat obediently in the lobby on the first floor waiting for Fu Qingle to come back.The Mingyi employees who came and went greeted him with the same respectful attitude as usual, without seeming to be affected by the news on the Internet at all.Mu Yuyang wasn't sure if they didn't care about gossip, or they were already used to him and Fu Qingle going in and out together, so it was no surprise.

After waiting for about half an hour, Fu Qingle finally rushed back from Huanying.

Mu Yuyang had been waiting at the gate of Mingyi early in the morning. As soon as Fu Qingle's car stopped, he opened the co-pilot's door and got in.

Soon, the car drove out of Mingyi again, Mu Yuyang fastened his seat belt, glanced at the rearview mirror, saw a little reflection on the edge of the mirror and smiled coolly, quickly turned his gaze back, and spoke briskly "Which Turkish restaurant shall we go to?"

"The one in the west of the city, the environment is better." Fu Qingle said.

Mu Yuyang nodded in agreement, but found that this was not the road they often took, and he was a little puzzled: "Take this road and go around more than half of the city."

Fu Qingle smiled lightly, and explained calmly: "The road is so close that I can't get rid of brown sugar."

"You also found out." Mu Yuyang was a little surprised.

"Well, you've been with me since the morning, more annoying than flies." Fu Qingle's face was a little grim.

Mu Yuyang teased: "You are probably the first manager in history to be followed by paparazzi."

Fu Qingle smiled wryly: "Thanks to you, I have enjoyed things that only many artists can enjoy."

After all, not every agent can have his own CP, have his own super talk, be frequently searched, and even be followed by paparazzi.

Mu Yuyang didn't feel guilty, and even laughed very loudly: "This is a good thing, doing business as a manager and enjoying the treatment of an artist, your peers must be envious of you."

"Envy me being scolded?" Fu Qingle said casually.

Mu Yuyang's expression suddenly became serious: "Someone scolded you again?" As he spoke, he was about to take out his mobile phone to surf the Internet.

"No, I just said it casually." Fu Qingle paused for a few seconds before continuing, "But according to this trend, it seems inevitable that I will be scolded."

Mu Yuyang wrinkled his face and fell into self-blame and guilt again.

Fu Qingle took his hand and comforted him: "You have done a good job. Fans are individuals and have their own thoughts. You can't ask them to transfer completely according to your will."

"I know, it's just that I told them not to pay too much attention to me, will anyone continue to do this?"

"Every artist has extremely fanatical fans, which is unavoidable. For those people, they are not so much chasing stars, but actually enjoying the satisfaction of controlling idols. In the end, they are just to satisfy their own selfish desires. "

Mu Yuyang said with a sullen face: "I will never be controlled by them. Those people are not my fans, and they don't really like me."

Fu Qingle squeezed his palm, changed the topic, and said, "The brown sugar has been thrown away."

"Huh?" Mu Yuyang's attention was instantly attracted, he turned his head to look at the car behind him, looked around and found no suspicious car, nodded in satisfaction, and turned back, "By the way, have you seen those photos on the Internet? "

"I've read it, but it's not convincing, so I don't need to respond for now." Fu Qingle said.

Mu Yuyang guessed: "Could this paparazzi who has been filming us for more than a week be the one who secretly filmed us that night?"

Fu Qingle said: "Even if they are not the same person, they should be in the same studio."

"But why didn't the photos from that night be released?" Mu Yuyang was a little puzzled, "The photos released now are of little value at all, just like what some netizens said, if you live in the same community, you can get away with it. It might as well be that night, although it was a bit dark, but with luck, maybe we can take a picture of us holding hands and kissing."

Fu Qing smiled happily: "Who is looking forward to being photographed, so anxious to make it public?"

"No, no one is in a hurry." Mu Yuyang denied it categorically, but then added in a pretentious way, "I was just wondering if they had any other plans."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it." Mu Yuyang squeezed his fingers and said in a low voice: "Actually, if it doesn't affect TRS, it's fine to admit it directly."

Fu Qingle didn't veto his idea, and said directly: "Ask other people first, it's about TRS after all."

In fact, after dating Fu Qingle, Mu Yuyang asked his teammates more than once if he would mind if he made his relationship public, and all four of them said they didn't mind.Mu Yuyang also told them that if he made his relationship public, TRS might be involved, but they still firmly stood by his side, saying that they respected and supported all his decisions.

The brothers' unconditional support undoubtedly gave Mu Yuyang great courage, but he also had more worries when he was moved. After all, TRS is not his own, and he can't drag the whole team into the water just to satisfy his own selfish desires.Mu Yuyang felt that he had fallen into a deadlock. He couldn't protect his lover if he didn't disclose his relationship, and he couldn't protect his teammates if he disclosed his relationship.

Fu Qingle's weight in his heart needless to say, but his teammates are also very important to him, which is difficult for him to choose.

After traveling more than half of the city, they finally arrived at the place to eat.Fu Qingle parked the car, unbuckled his seat belt and was about to push the door to get out of the car, but Mu Yuyang grabbed his clothes and bumped into his back.

Fu Qingle hugged her back, turned her head and asked, "What's wrong?"

Mu Yuyang didn't answer, but hugged his waist with both hands, and said in a muffled voice after a long while: "I really can't do it, I'll quit the group."

Fu Qingle let go of Mu Yuyang's hand and turned around, frowned and asked, "Why do you want to quit the group?"

Mu Yuyang struggled and said: "Disclosure is a matter between the two of us, there is no need to entrust others to the water, after much deliberation, quitting the group is a safe way."

Fu Qingle raised her head in silence for a long time and said seriously: "Actually, this is pretty good."

"I don't think so," Mu Yuyang shook his head seriously, "An ugly daughter-in-law can even see her in-laws. Why do you hide your beauty so you can't see people? Isn't good-looking objects just for showing off?"

Fu Qingle couldn't help laughing: "But, isn't it better to hide a beautiful object and appreciate it alone? What if it is snatched away?"

"Impossible," Mu Yuyang smirked, "I just want them to be overwhelmed, and I'll starve them to death."

Fu Qingle poked his cheek: "Be humble, you will be beaten up like this."

"If I get beaten up, it's because you, a former special soldier, are useless and can't even protect anyone." Mu Yuyang bit Fu Qingle's chin.

Fu Qingle's eyes darkened, and he supported Mu Yuyang's waist and asked in a hoarse voice, "You don't want to eat Turkish food, do you want to drink milk instead?"

As soon as the words were finished, Fu Qingle felt her body stiffen under the palm of her hand.Three seconds later, Mu Yuyang let go of his mouth, sat back on his seat slowly, and said calmly, "That's still a Turkish meal." After speaking, he opened the door and got out of the car, walking fast, afraid of being slow for a second They will be caught back and pressed to feed the milk.

Fu Qingle got out of the car one step slower than him, but after a few steps with long legs, he easily caught up with Mu Yuyang, with a leisurely and indifferent smile on his lips, leaning over and whispering: "If you really want to eat It can also be turned into a dessert."

Mu Yuyang staggered, blushing and jumping violently: "Eat your uncle!"

Fu Qingle calmly said, "My uncle can't eat this."

"..." Mu Yuyang stopped, patted Fu Qingle's shoulder with a serious face, and said sincerely, "If I were your uncle, I would definitely beat you to death."

The author has something to say: The most miserable elder in China - the uncle

This book is a bit difficult to predict the ending time. I always feel that the next chapter will end, and I feel as if I can write a little more, so I am very entangled.Let's watch and cherish it, maybe tomorrow will end the chapter (I mean maybe not necessarily)

感谢在2020-09-2323:42:42~2020-09-2421:21:02期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Three Dianqing 43131;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle of pure white;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!