I heard that I don't sing love songs [Entertainment]

As if there were wolves, tigers and leopards behind him, Qin Guan escaped from Zong Yuan's house, feeling like he was alive after a catastrophe.

The gate was closed, and there was no one to disturb him anymore, so Yi Zhou pulled Zong Yuan into his arms, "There will be no one this time."

Zong Yuan was still in the embarrassment of being watched by Qin for his posture in the morning, annoyed that he didn't lock the door last night.

"Yuaner?" Yi Zhou put his hands around his waist, rolled up the hem of his clothes and caressed his skin nonchalantly. Zong Yuan's exposed parts are usually cold white, not to mention his covered clothes. Laundry covers the area all year round, too.

The loose neckline wantonly exposed his collarbone, Yi Zhou leaned over and licked it.

"Brother." The breath that belongs to Yi Zhou filled his nostrils, and the sudden provocation made Zong Yuan stiff.

Yi Zhou felt his nervousness, and asked with a smile: "Yuan'er thinks I'll eat people like you and make a bunch of tooth marks?"

Zong Yuan was teased by him, patted him on the shoulder and pushed him away, his stomach growled a few times inappropriately.

"Hungry?" Yi Zhou let him go.

They got up late in the first place, and they ate until noon, and the sun was shining outside. Yi Zhou leaned against Zong Yuan and took a manuscript paper to scribble and change. The phone vibrated beside him.

Zong Yuan glanced at his mobile phone, and there was a flash of emotion in his eyes.

Yi Zhou picked up his phone, and it was Zong Yuan who updated Weibo.

Zong Yuan:?

The content was just a short question mark, very much like his cold appearance in front of outsiders.

Zong Yuan's face is paralyzed all the year round, and he keeps a distance from everyone in front of the camera. As a popular singer, even a little trouble can attract attention, let alone such a thing as a beautiful woman throwing herself into her arms.

The one-night spread directly put Zong Yuan on the top of the hot search list, and the popularity remained high after most of the day.

Especially this morning the actress even posted a message on Weibo: "Sorry for taking up public resources."

This ambiguous sentence led the netizens into a ditch. Yi Zhou thought that Zong Yuan would not respond, but he sat next to him and posted on Weibo silently.

Zong Yuan's cell phone vibrated non-stop from the moment he tweeted, he directly closed the background and put it back on the desktop at hand.

Yizhou opened the comment section casually, and the passers-by were quite hostile, but he thought Zongyuan's fans were beating gongs and drums to get the marketing account Gootou.

Zong Yuan saw that he was holding the mobile phone all the time, and couldn't help but look at it twice, "What's so interesting."

Yi Zhou smiled and replied, "I'm looking at these netizens, and I feel sorry for actresses just like you."

Zong Yuan was embarrassed, recalling the words that made him angry last night, "I don't feel sorry for her."

"You don't feel bad, but you just dedicate yourself to love?" Yi Zhou asked with his hands on the back of the chair behind him.

"Brother, you're too jealous." Zong Yuan didn't want to get entangled in that topic.

Of course Yi Zhou knew that Zong Yuan would not really like actresses, but he was cold-faced and warm-hearted, and he was always too soft-hearted towards others, and he was always the one who suffered in the end.

"You don't want to eat your jealousy?" Yi Zhou leaned back.

Zong Yuan didn't reply, there was no reason why he didn't want to, Yi Zhou liked him, he didn't even dare to think about it yesterday.

Seeing that he was holding back his words, Yi Zhou picked up a pen and paper and continued writing.

A low-intelligence cartoon was playing on the TV, and Zong Yuan was bored after watching it for a while, and fell asleep with his head leaning on the sofa.

After waking up again, it was almost dusk, and Yi Zhou was still concentrating on writing. Zong Yuan poked his head and glanced, and there were several balls of paper thrown by his feet, on which were densely drawn scores.

"Are you awake?" Yi Zhou talked to him without raising his head when he heard the movement, "What's wrong with you in your dream? You're drooling so much."

Zong Yuan subconsciously raised his hand to touch the corner of his lips, there was no trace of stickiness, and he knew that he had been cheated.

Yi Zhou looked up at his movements, chuckled, and put the manuscript paper aside, "Let's go for a walk when the sun goes down, and stay at home for a day."

Zong Yuan naturally had no objection. After the meal, he and Yi Zhou strolled around the park. The sun was setting and the sunset was smudged half the sky. The two walked side by side, carrying the smell of fireworks.

After washing away the dust and sweat from the outside, Yi Zhou handed the manuscript he wrote in the afternoon to Zong Yuan, "Try it?"

Zong Yuan took it. Someone moved the electronic keyboard from his previous company dormitory, and it just came in handy now. He looked at the score for a while, resting his fingers on the keys.

Yi Zhou sat beside him, watching his graceful movements, playing the simple electronic piano like the expensive piano in the old castle.

The sound of the piano was flowing, and Yi Zhou listened attentively. The feeling of being played was better than what he imagined when he wrote the song, perhaps because the player who played it exuded an unparalleled charm.

Yi Zhou watched him, watching him frown occasionally, and then slowly unfurl it. The subtle changes in expression combined with the music score he wrote were recorded in his heart one by one.

"What do you think?" Yi Zhou asked him when the sound of the piano stopped.

Zong Yuan frowned slightly, a little puzzled, "It's too contradictory, the warm one is too warm, the quiet one is too quiet, the impact is too great, I'm afraid the listener won't be able to accept it."

"So I'll leave it to you to fill in the lyrics." Yi Zhou was completely relieved of him.

Zong Yuan's eyes lit up when he heard the words. When he played just now, he had already instinctively experienced and thought of the lyrics. Yizhou was willing to hand it over to him, which was a bit unexpected.

He was just about to speak when the phone rang. Zong Yuan picked it up and saw the words on the screen, a sneer flashed in his eyes.

"Zong Yuan, I told you before not to log in to Weibo, I will take care of it, have you regretted it now?"

Qi Gaoyang was filming a movie with Lu Xingyan today, and he didn't pay attention to the news on the Internet all day long. According to his calculations, the situation is under his control. If the netizens accept it easily, he can maintain it, even if the reaction is too great to accept. , he can also wash it off immediately.

It's just that he didn't expect that Zong Yuan would remember the account password and climb up to speak on a whim.

The style is completely different from the previous Weibo content, and netizens can tell at a glance that this time it is Zong Yuan's handwriting.

"I'm afraid that if I don't say anything, I will have an extra girlfriend." Zong Yuan sarcastically said.

His appearance of arrogance was so obvious that Qi Gaoyang, who was opposite him, did not expect him to say this, "Don't be ignorant of flattery."

"Of course I know how to flatter you. The itinerary I received before was not cancelled. I thank Mr. Qi." Zong Yuan's eyes were light, and there was no ups and downs in his words, but the words that came out were piercing.

Yizhou seldom sees Zong Yuan like this, he is mostly indifferent, gentle, and shy, but he doesn't have such a face full of peace and contention, and is tainted with sorrow and anger in the world.

"You are all my artists, so naturally I won't be harsh. Yinyin was just chatting with you and someone took a picture of her. Are you going to keep her from coming down?" Qi Gaoyang on the other end of the phone knew Zong Yuanyuqiang Then he was strong, and he changed his strategy because of his temperament of being soft but not hard.

Sure enough, Zong Yuan was silent for a few seconds. When Yi Zhou was a little restless, he heard Zong Yuan sneer, "It's you who made her unable to come down."

Qi Gaoyang originally thought that he was going to compromise, but who knew that the first thing he said was, "What's the use of you guarding that little innocence, you don't even want to act on every occasion, do you really think that you can get your wish?"

Zong Yuan glanced in the direction of Yizhou, with a little warmth in his eyes, "He can always see."

Qi Gaoyang had no intention of talking to him any more, and strictly ordered him not to stir up any more trouble.

Zong Yuan didn't plan to do anything after posting that Weibo post, so he agreed perfunctorily and hung up the phone.

He is still under Qi Gaoyang, even if the contract is only for more than one year, Qi Gaoyang will not really let go of the opportunity to squeeze him for so long, so he is not worried that Qi Gaoyang will put him on the cusp of the storm now, and be disturbed by him like this, It is more likely to take advantage of the situation.

"I've criticized you." Seeing the coldness in his eyes, Yi Zhou reached out and stroked his soft hair.

Zong Yuan's face brightened, "It's okay."

"I heard it." Yi Zhou bent down, hugged him onto the table, kissed his forehead, and said softly, "I can see what Yuan'er did."

Zong Yuan leaned his elbows on the table, raised his head and stared at him with a pair of black eyes, "Even if you can't see it, I'm willing."

Zong Yuan's mouth just doesn't speak, and when he talks about love, he picks his weakness, Yi Zhou's heart softens into a puddle of water, "How can I be willing?"

He leaned forward and gave him a lingering kiss, panting in his voice, "Can you?"

Zong Yuan hooked his neck and responded to him silently. The chandelier above his head was intertwined with light and shadow under Yi Zhou's cover. Yizhou's chest.

I don't know how long the night is, Zong Yuan wakes up and sleeps.

When he woke up the next morning, his body was cleansed and refreshed. Zong Yuan couldn't remember when he finished the finishing work.

Sitting up with his arms propped up, he found that his waist was still sore and limp. He looked down at the deep and shallow marks on the cold white skin that had not faded, and was a little dazed.

When Yizhou entered the door, he saw Zong Yuan's appearance. He who had regained his composure and Yuan'er who endured until the end and called him brother seemed to be not the same soul.

He didn't stop the car for the first time. Yizhou was afraid of leaving him with a psychological shadow, so he leaned forward with a little guilty conscience, "What's uncomfortable?"

Zong Yuan raised his eyes, wanting to say that he was not feeling well, but met Yi Zhou's flattering eyes, his lips moved slightly, and he shook his head.

It's just that when he got out of bed, his legs were so soft that he almost knocked against the bed frame. Fortunately, Yi Zhou reached out to support his waist.

"Yuan'er needs to exercise a lot." Yi Zhou said with a smile.

Zong Yuan heaved a sigh of relief, and retorted: "I have always been good at sports, but it's my brother who holds grudges too much."

If he knew that supporting an actress would lead to such a "disaster", Zong Yuan felt that he should have stepped back ten meters away.

Who knew that Yizhou didn't show up on the inside during the day, but at night he took revenge on him for the overturned jar of vinegar.

"It's just for you to remember more deeply." Yi Zhou didn't mean to repent.

Zong Yuan knew he was in the wrong, so he no longer protested against him.

Having had breakfast and lunch with him, Yizhou left under Zheng Huai's repeated urging, and was still reluctant to leave before leaving, seeing black lines all over Zheng Huai's face.

"Look at the expression on Zong Yuan's dislike of you." As soon as he put on his seat belt, Yi Zhou heard Zheng Huai mocking him.

Yi Zhou didn't care too much, compared with Zong Yuan's coldness in front of others, the warmth when getting along with him was even sweeter, and he said triumphantly: "Brother Zheng, you are a single dog, you talk too much and make mistakes."

Zheng Huai almost kicked it.

The author has something to say: Yizhou: I got it!

Zong Yuan: I am in a hurry.

Zheng Huai: It's a dog!