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

These words exploded like a thunder in Zong Yuan's heart.

Of course he knew that someone was waiting for him, waiting for him to clarify himself, waiting for him to stand on the stage and sing again.

He also knows that some people may be one against ten because of his verbal battle, but they can't withstand the tide and are drowned in thousands of words.

He is escaping, escaping from the ridicule and abuse in front of the crowd, and escaping from the violence on the Internet that affects everyone around him. Fortunately, he is alone now and has given away all his weaknesses.

But he forgot that some angel-like existences were still struggling in the sea of ​​people, waiting for his redemption, and that was also his weakness.

"I know." Zong Yuan's hands froze in mid-air for a long time, a drop of ink fell from the tip of the pen and smudged the paper, and Zong Yuan circled around, and there was an extra raft in the landscape he painted, "Tomorrow's I will go to the brand dinner."

Bai Lin responded, took out the invitation letter and informed him of the finalized time, and then hung up the phone after a few words of relief.

Bai Lin was a little too emotional, Zong Yuan thought of the cheering words he repeatedly mentioned on the phone, almost rhyming into a slogan.

When a painting was finished, Zong Yuan took out his mobile phone to take a picture and posted it on his Weibo account before it dried. Not many people follow this account, and he can share his daily life like an ordinary netizen.

Not long after, the phone vibrated, and there was an extra comment on Weibo just now

—Yes, let’s hang it in the living room!

At the moment of Zong Yuan's doubts, the comment was deleted by the other party again. Zong Yuan rubbed his temples and didn't pay much attention. Then the person commented again: "It's so beautiful, brother is great!"

Zong Yuan: ...

Where did this neuropathy come from?

If he hadn't seen the ID clearly, he would have thought he had logged in to the wrong account.

......

The brand business is rich and powerful, and the lineup of guests invited to the dinner is said to be either popular artists or new stars with potential stocks. As the only "outdated" artist who is going downhill, Zong Yuan is in an embarrassing situation, and Bai Lin is nervous along the way.

"What are you panicking about?" Zong Yuan supported the mirror frame, "Yesterday it was you who spoke boldly, and today you are the one who is timid."

Bai Lin was punctured by Zong Yuan, and touched his knee in embarrassment, "I'm not nervous."

"Then don't shake." Zong Yuan said lightly.

Bai Lin really didn't shake his legs anymore, but before 5 minutes had passed, Bai Lin started rubbing his hands again and again. In order to hide his uneasiness, he changed the subject and said: "I have to say that this brand is really a tiger, and the other brands can't wait to follow suit." We can't hit it with eight poles, but it is good, it doesn't avoid it at all, and it rushes up."

Zong Yuan squinted at him, "Cial is rich abroad, so he is very tolerant of such things."

He explained it plainly, but Bai Lin heard the mystery from Zong Yuan's words, and thought of his sudden willingness to come, he asked tentatively, "Brother Yuan, do you want...to change direction?"

Zong Yuan let out a "hmm", and it is difficult to move an inch in the country, and he can't really sit and wait until he is cleaned up.

Not long after, the black business car stopped not far from the entrance of the hotel. Zong Yuan sat on the seat and stared ahead. Seeing that the car in front of him was not moving, Bai Lin cursed impatiently, "What the hell, next time!" Can the car last for the second half of the year?"

Zong Yuan didn't speak, and waited quietly, as if he wasn't in a hurry.

Bai Lin saw a long leg protruding from the car in front of him, and the only exposed leather shoes were the latest styles released by CCIL. He was a little puzzled, "Cial's spokesperson?"

"Cial's domestic image spokesperson is Yizhou." Zong Yuan said flatly.

But the car in front obviously didn't belong to Yizhou. Yizhou was never a low-key person when attending events, he had to attract everyone's attention, how could he be perfunctory with such a cheap outfit.

Sure enough, the person in the car in front got out, and then the co-pilot also jumped out a man, these two people probably knew Lin and Zong Yuan even if they were burned to ashes.

Bai Lin smiled a little angrily, "I thought someone licked the dog like that."

Zong Yuan looked at Qi Gaoyang and Lu Xingyan who were not far away, the hostility in his eyes flashed, and his face was still cold: "Lu Xingyan has been doing well recently."

"Damn." Bai Lin spat, "What kind of momentum, if he didn't take advantage of Brother Yuan's leak through your fingers, would he be able to do this?"

Half of the wine that Zong Yuan poured into his stomach in the second half of last year was for that bastard Lu Xingyan.

Zong Yuan didn't speak, but stroked his collar, ready to get out of the car.

Maybe he saw Zong Yuan's car behind, and the car in front hadn't left for a long time. Zong Yuan frowned slightly, and then heard someone knocking on the car window. It was a staff member.

Bai Lin lowered the car window, only to see the staff member said in a distant and impatient tone, "Hi, parking is not allowed here."

Zong Yuan glanced at the car in front of him, and there was still something in his mind that he didn't understand. It wasn't that he couldn't stop, but he couldn't stop.

"En." Zong Yuan responded.

The staff left, Bai Lin saw that Zong Yuan hadn't moved, "Brother Yuan?"

"Wait." Zong Yuan was not in a hurry, it seemed that the person who agreed to others just now was not him.

The car in front didn't move at all, and after another few minutes passed, someone knocked on the window again. The staff member standing outside the car just now, Bai Lin got angry when he saw that face, and shouted as he unfastened his seat belt: " The guy who sees the wind makes the rudder, wait for me to get off the car and talk to him about the principles of life."

Zong Yuan glanced at the red sports car that appeared in the rearview mirror, raised his eyebrows slightly, "No hurry."

Bai Lin stopped his movements, followed Zong Yuan's line of sight, and saw that the bright red sports car coming from behind did not go on the wide road beside them, but stopped directly behind them. When the car door was pushed open, Yi Zhou hooked his sunglasses on with his fingertips, As always, he wears oversized clothes loosely on his body, making him appear bohemian.

Yi Zhou had a smile on his lips, "Who's car has such a row of faces, blocking me ten miles away."

When the staff saw Yi Zhou, he lost all intention of dealing with Zong Yuan, so he greeted him with a smile on his face, and was about to say a few words about Zong Yuan when he saw that Yi Zhou was looking in the direction of Lu Xingyan's car ahead.

"Mr. Yi, that's Tianyuan Entertainment's car in front. The artist left early in the morning. Maybe the car broke down and stopped there." The staff explained, but the car was "broken" in front of the red carpet, so the reason was a bit pale.

Yi Zhou said "Oh", and the smile on his mouth became even wider, "I still think someone is limping, since this is the case..."

Yi Zhou knocked on the window of Zongyuan's car, "What are you doing in the car, your Tianyuan Entertainment's car doesn't look very good."

Zong Yuan pushed open the door and looked back at Yi Zhou's car when he came. He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, his dark eyes were full of peace, he was wearing a light gray suit, and he was surrounded by a cold aura.

Tianyuan Entertainment and Huashang Entertainment have always been deadly rivals. Now that the two have met, Yizhou Zongyuan occupies the position of the first brother respectively. Even if Zongyuan is about to be squeezed out now, is it Tianyuan's person who is treated like this? It was a bit shameful to sneer on the face, and when the staff saw that the two were on the verge of breaking out, Ting Zongyuan said lightly: "It's not good."

Yi Zhou sneered, Zong Yuan's answer was beyond his expectation, if not for the presence of staff, Zong Yuan probably could have added two more ugly sentences.

Maintain your own company?nonexistent.

After Yi Zhou struck up a conversation, he left Zong Yuan and stepped on the red carpet and entered the hall. Zong Yuan waited for a few seconds and slowly followed in. The two of them, one in front of the other, had a top-notch face, but their treatment was very different.

Before Yizhou entered the door, he was greeted and greeted by people. No one paid attention to Zong Yuan's side. Lu Xingyan on the other side raised his eyebrows slightly as he watched this scene, feeling unspeakably comfortable. In the past, he and Zong Yuan attended at the same time, and he always The one who was isolated, let him have a taste of it now.

"How did they come in together?" Qi Gaoyang said to himself.

Hearing this, Lu Xingyan turned his head to look at Yizhou who was surrounded by people, saw that the other party didn't give Zongyuan a glance, and said with a smile: "My senior brother is also very miserable. He was notorious after recovering from a serious illness, and he was kicked by someone he likes." Kick off, but looking at his paralyzed face, he can still bear it."

"Don't underestimate Zong Yuan, his heart is very heavy." Qi Gaoyang's eyes flashed gloomily when he heard this, "Going out of Tianyuan for the sake of the scenery, I dare to gamble my own life, a lover is nothing. "

The two people whispered here, and Zong Yuan was also in trouble over there. Peng Xiangyu arrived at the event dinner early in the morning, and was exchanging compliments with a few acquainted artists. Apologizing with all his head, he felt embarrassing, and now that everyone shunned him, he had the guts to come out.

He took a step forward and walked in the direction of Zong Yuan.

Someone bumped his shoulder, Zong Yuan shook his head, stood firm and looked around, seeing Peng Xiangyu squeezed his face and smiled exaggeratedly, "I bumped into you, do you want to apologize?"

Zong Yuan looked at him for two seconds, then calmly said, "Yes."

Peng Xiangyu seemed to have heard some joke, leaned closer to Zong Yuan's ear, and asked word by word: "Are you worthy?"

He thought that Zong Yuan's face would change drastically, but Zong Yuan's face was devoid of anger, he took two steps back, brushed off the dust that didn't exist on his collar, just as arrogant as before.

This action reminded Peng Xiangyu of being humiliated before, like grabbing his collar and slapping him in the face, but now he is just a dog of death, yet he is still so arrogant.

He splashed a glass of wine on Zong Yuan's face, the movement was so fast that Zong Yuan didn't have time to dodge, the place where his face was splashed was slightly cool, and the front of his shirt was wet along his jawline.

Zong Yuan didn't expect that Peng Xiangyu's head was kicked by a donkey, and he didn't even do the basic act, so he shot it in public. Fortunately, it was just a glass of wine, and he was not in a hurry to wipe the wine off his face stains.

The people around were also surprised. Many people knew Zong Yuan, but not necessarily Peng Xiangyu. They couldn't understand what this newcomer did. The room was full of shots. I didn't expect someone to be blatant towards Zong Yuan.

Everyone looked at the two of them, curious about the next development, Yi Zhou's face darkened, and he touched Wei Cong beside him, "Brother Wei?"

Wei Cong glanced at Yi Zhou, gave him a look of "you have a day too", walked around the crowd and slowly walked towards the two people over there with long legs.

Bai Lin parked his car and hurried over, he easily saw Zong Yuan's figure in the crowd, with a poplar-like back, and the pointing and pointing of the people around him made him feel like his heart was being torn apart.

"You are too short-sighted." Zong Yuan said.

Peng Xiangyu laughed, and said indifferently: "Everyone pushes the wall down, and you think you are the superior teacher Zong?"

Before Zong Yuan opened his mouth, he heard someone behind him say: "How can you compare Zong Yuan to a wall? There is no such strong wall as him."

Wei Cong's voice was not loud, but there was a lightness and a smile in his voice, as if he was talking about family affairs.

If others say this, they will definitely be laughed at, but Wei Cong is the best actor in the five-year grand slam, and has won the ratings for three years. He has countless names on his head, and ordinary people have to weigh every time they talk to him. Weigh.

Zong Yuan was a little surprised, turned his head to look, and saw Wei Cong holding a glass of wine in his hand, raising his eyebrows slightly at him.

Zong Yuan took it and splashed it on Peng Xiangyu's head.

The people who were still whispering gasped, what happened today, it's fine for one to go crazy, and Zong Yuan, the ten thousand year old iceberg, also blatantly vented his anger.

Could it be that he was stimulated by going downhill, so he didn't even want the character design?

The author has something to say: Zong Yuan: A glass of wine is wasted.

Wei Cong: It's a waste of a glass of wine.

Yi Zhou: Because the harsh words before can only be turned from the front of the stage to the backstage, which is cheaper for Wei Cong.

Thanks to ladada for the nutrient solution~