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Wen Yaofeng read each word three times.

Then he threw the phone away, got up and rushed to the door of Bai Chun's bedroom.

Knock knock knock.

"Bai Chun."

Knock knock knock.

"Aren't you here? Let's talk--I promise not to mess around this time."

Kurihara, who lived across the door, held a toothbrush cup and probed: "What's the mess?"

"that is……"

Bai Chun immediately opened the door and dragged Wen Yaofeng in: "It's nothing, he was joking."

The door closed again, the two looked at each other, and the atmosphere froze again.

"Are you still angry with me?" Wen Yaofeng lowered his voice, trying to show his harmlessness: "I really didn't want to bully you, I went too far."

Bai Chun frowned and closed the curtains, sighing inaudibly.

"In the future, if you need it during the susceptible period, you can tell me clearly in advance, and don't rush over suddenly."

Wen Yaofeng didn't expect Bai Chun to have such an attitude.

It's as if there is no ambiguity between the marks between ALPHA and OMEGA, nor will it cause any throbbing of love and desire, as if it is just a transaction.

Feeling unspeakably disappointed, he stepped back a few steps, leaned against the door, and gave Bai Chun all the space in the bedroom.

"You actually like wine?"

The second the news jumped out, Wen Yaofeng's heart was like a small table lamp being snapped open.

——Bai Chun likes wine.

——Bai Chun likes spirits.

Rounding it up, doesn't he like me? !

Could it be that he has been secretly in love with me for many years, and now he is stubborn or refuses to admit it? !

No, should I read the question from the surface or from the subtext...a headache.

When Bai Chun heard the word wine, he relaxed a little, turned around and said, "You come here."

He led Wen Yaofeng to the bookshelf, hesitated for a few seconds before leaning over to move the book.

A large stack of cardboard tomes was brought out and set aside, revealing a small dark blue refrigerator that looked like building blocks.

Wen Yaofeng was stunned, and squatted beside him to look in: "Grass, I didn't expect that."

"I didn't intend to hide it from you." Bai Chun sighed and said with a smile: "After drinking for more than two years, I still liked light fruit wine at first, but then I became addicted."

He took two glasses, took out a bottle of Glenn Mckenna, poured a shallow glass of amber liquor and handed it to him.

Wen Yaofeng sat on the carpet beside his bed and took a sip, praising: "It's so mellow."

"Authentic Scotch whiskey, the malt aroma transition is obvious." Bai Chun said with a smile: "This bottle was bought after we finished filming the MV in England when we first debuted."

"You didn't drink at that time."

"Yes, I originally wanted to give it to my sister. She is an excellent bartender." Bai Chun put the bottle back, his eyes much warmer: "My family used to be very poor, but growing up with my sister is still very happy. She will Take me to the train station to play the piano, several times every weekend, and gradually get used to it.”

Wen Yaofeng recalled the episodes of their previous two recordings, and strung together the memories: "She told you all the stories you heard when you were young?"

"Yes," Bai Chun nodded with a smile: "One Thousand and One Nights, Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tales, and later I will translate some essays from ancient books, which are very interesting."

He realized Wen Yaofeng's regret in this regard, and reached out to pat the big wolf dog's head.

"I'll tell you later."

This action was so natural that both sides were stunned.

The moment the warm palm sank into the messy hair, it was so stable that it seemed to be able to calm down all the uneasiness deep in my heart.

"Hey," Wen Yaofeng leaned back, leaning on the soft pillow and said, "Bai Chun, is this the second secret we share?"

Bai Chun took a sip of the whiskey and touched it lightly with the glass.

"It feels good."

When going back to sleep, Wen Yaofeng seriously reflected for a while.

That lip-biting super-talk is a bit evil.

A group of girls were too high-ranking, some were too high, and he also looked up and down, and ended up being so stupid in front of his teammates.

Although recently, he and Bai Chun had a lot of hallucinations, but he was actually not that familiar with him.

It is certain to have a good impression, and most of the weird dirty fantasies are caused by the susceptible period.

But today they have a second secret together.

The man hugged the pillow and yawned, smiling contentedly.

After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, the mobile phone rang quickly, tearing up the silence.

Wen Yaofeng was fast asleep, he groped to find a few places, but couldn't open his eyes for a while.

Only five or six people know this number.

"Hello..." He saw the name of the caller and sighed, "It's so late, what's the matter?"

A woman's mournful cry came from the other end of the phone: "Yaoyao, Yaoyao."

"Mom can't live anymore, Mom doesn't know what to do, I only have you as a child, I only have you..."

Wen Yaofeng listened to her cry with lowered eyelashes, groped in the dark and sat up.

He leaned against the head of the bed, holding a tube of mints on the bedside table in his palm, turning them one after another.

The woman babbled a lot, seeing him indifferent, she let out a long sob and said: "Your father has done things to such a degree, I really can't stand it, Yaoyao, my heart is pressed by him in the frying pan!" tormented."

"Then let's get a divorce."

She paused suddenly, and continued as if she didn't hear: "Do you know what he is doing today? Today you cut the ribbon for the new company jointly established by your Uncle Wang, Aunt Pan, and Grandma Kong, and he actually brought a new woman there. Female college student!"

Wen Yaofeng covered his yawn with his palm, and repeated casually: "Then get a divorce."

He is not a cold-blooded person.

On the contrary, his blood was hot and surging, and since he could remember, it had often turned into a raging fire in his chest, which made his heart ache.

If the pain is too deep, just block it.

It doesn't matter if you block it all.

More than 20 years of repeated experience made Wen Yaofeng handle the call with an untimely sophistication and fluency.

He doesn't even have to empathize with his weeping mother.

"Yaoyao, you are not such a child, what's wrong with you?" The woman still couldn't get the comfort she wanted, sobbing: "You were not like this before, you used to hug your mother and sing to me, Yaoyao, Mom is sad..."

Wen Yaofeng opened his eyes, and the first thing he thought about was whether he needed to be called 'Mom'.

Then reject.

"Indeed," he cautiously skipped the subject: "You used to be like this often. Before I went to FYI to be an artist, I would always make you happy and stay with you until you feel better."

Holding the phone, Liang Yinghua took a deep breath and wiped away her tears: "It's my mother who caused you trouble, I'm sorry, I delayed your rest."

"I used to get sick when I was young, and you were the only one who took care of me. You should answer the phone." Wen Yaofeng said calmly, "Wash your face and go to bed early."

"Yaoyao, you persuade your father..." Her voice sounded choked and humble because of the sound quality of the phone: "He can't treat me like this."

"Mom." Wen Yaofeng suddenly interrupted her: "What you care about is that he wasn't someone outside in the first place."

"What you care about is Professor Liang's identity and Madam Wen's face." He said coldly, "The two of you have spent your whole life pretending to be stupid to each other. You are not tired, but I am."

"I've been very tired."

Liang Yinghua was speechless for a while, and said in a dazed voice, "What are you pretending to be stupid, I don't understand."

"Yaoyao, don't think too much about it. I'll talk to the psychiatrist about these things in the future. I won't bother you anymore. Go to sleep."

After hanging up the phone, Wen Yaofeng sank into the bed and covered his face with the quilt for a while.

He didn't like to touch those memories, and all the emotions related to that home.

If only I had a sister too.

Or a younger brother like Runrun.

He sighed and continued to sleep.

I knew that I would have played with Chunchun for a while in the film and television city.

As soon as the trailer for the second episode of "The Moment of Killing" was released, the number of retweets and likes exceeded [-] reposts, which is still the result that the twins and the ECHO data group did not end in.

"Passers-by are scary." Su Qi sighed: "The advertiser has dragged us to dinner with the TV station in the past two days, and opened champagne several times."

From Saturday, all ECHO staff will be busy, and Friday night will be the last vacation time.

Kurihara suggested watching the show together, and the others agreed.

The large projector in the center of the living room was finally activated, and the program was still playing pre-advertisements, and the barrage was already whistling.

The background story is made into an antique scroll animation, and the silhouettes of the six guests in ancient costumes reveal a sense of mystery.

The camera turned again, to the moment when Wen Yaofeng lifted the curtain and got out of the car.

Bai Chun happened to get off his horse, his bamboo green robe was like a green cloud.

The barrage concentration instantly soared.

[Has, Haas, Haas is too handsome, I can't—]

[Where are the scissorhands! !Grain production ladies, please take your place! ! ! ]

[Just look back and look at me and I can eat it!In line with the previous Qianye Wall's space-to-forehead, it just happens to be the past life and the present life! ! ]

In the living room, the two parties and two good friends froze at the same time.

The atmosphere is delicate now.

"I heard..." Kurihara struggled to choose the right words: "Is this program very mind-boggling?"

"Look again." Rong Zishe's voice has evened out: "Don't worry about some booing."

The prince said that he was going to see the emperor, so he stood sideways in front of the prince, and smiled at him with his lips curled up.

"Prince Chun, call me brother to listen?"

The real-time barrage immediately frantically swiped.

[He went up! ! ]

[Wen Yaofeng went up! ! ! ]

[Yao Gouzi can actually perform this operation! ! ]

Rong Zishe coughed kindly for Wen Yaofeng.

"Why don't you close the bullet screen and watch it."

"No," Li Yuan said pitifully, "Don't close it, I want to coax you too."

The old emperor was so sick that he was about to cough up blood, the imperial concubine was crying pitifully, and the barrage finally had a tendency to change the topic.

[Ke Ke puts on the cool oil, I really want to die laughing hhhhhh]

[My sister is so dedicated!Crazy confession to MUA! ]

The camera suddenly turned, and the prince's sleeves were clearly folded together, and the prince's fingertips were still poking through.

All barrages explode together.

[Chun Chun, he actually! !Anti-kill passed! ! ]

[Tell me they are holding hands, they must be [-]% secretly holding hands! ]

[BIG guts!You are the prince's younger brother——]

Kurihara looked at them dreamily.

"explain?"

"No need to explain," Wen Yaofeng said seriously, "Bai Chun's hands are cold, I'll cover him for him."

The author has something to say: Bai Chun: I believe your evil :)