Once they hit each other, they will rely on you!

Brainless?

Wu Xing's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly asked, "Yue Yue, what's wrong with Shang Peng?"

Xia Yue squinted, "If I hadn't been careful, he would have been the one who got out of the car just now. As soon as he got out, I was so fucked! Those media reporters wouldn't worry about not having news for a year."

"I've already told him that we don't need to come here, why is he still..." Wu Xing was almost talking to himself, but Xia Yue still heard it.

Xia Yue snorted, and said, "If he doesn't come, he won't be Shang Peng. If you're so stubborn, you can't even keep your status, and you'll keep going...err..."

Shit, why did he say that to bald.

Xia Yue belatedly covered his mouth, looked at Wu Xing with a guilty conscience, and hurriedly said, "I didn't say anything, I don't know anything, don't ask me... um..."

His face, which had just recovered a little blood, turned pale again.After a while, Wu Xing found his own voice, and said incoherently: "Yue Yue, you... what did you say just now—"

Xia Yue hurriedly interrupted him, "No, no, don't think too much, I'm talking nonsense, in fact there is nothing!!!"

In order to enhance his credibility, Xia Yue's tone was particularly firm, but how could Wu Xing listen to his words so easily?

"Yue Yue, tell me the truth!"

Wu Xing grabbed Xia Yue's shoulder and stared straight at him, not allowing him to dodge in any way.

I rely on...

Xia Yue cursed silently, why is his mouth so owed, so owed!

"Tell me, please."

Seeing that Xia Yue didn't speak, Wu Xing suddenly softened his attitude, which made Xia Yue even more at a loss as to what to do.

He shrank his neck, swallowed again, and said: "If Shang Peng knows that I told you about this, he will kill me."

As he said that, Xia Yue wiped his neck, "Even if my family begs me, then I will be punished with death but not alive... Do you understand?"

"I won't tell Shang Peng that you told me, just tell me, huh? Please..."

Seeing Wu Xing as if he was about to cry in the next second, Xia Yue was embarrassed to death.

Forget it, he'll know about it sooner or later, so let me say it!

"Xing Xing, if I tell you, you must not—"

"I swear to you, absolutely not!" Wu Xing raised four fingers.

"……All right."

Wu Xing slowly leaned back on the car seat, and subconsciously grabbed the side edge of the car mat.

"All Shang Peng's activities on TV will be stopped. The recovery time will be fixed later. And all his current announcements will also be stopped."

"That……"

Wu Xing bit his pale lips, and said in a trembling voice, "Where is that movie directed by Zhang?"

"You know that too?"

Xia Yue's eyes widened. Wu Xing was very well informed. He only knew about it after listening to Sister Song.

"Um……?"

"The investor has sent news that they are going to change people."

The straw that broke the camel's back was finally here.

Wu Xing seemed to have all the blood drained from his body, he felt that he couldn't move anymore, except for the scene after scene that flashed in his mind.

Last night when they had a carnival all night, he praised Shang Peng for being amazing, and Shang Peng looked proud.

At noon, Shang Peng excitedly called himself and said excitedly that he could try Director Zhang's play.

They also agreed that tonight they will eat hot pot at home to celebrate...

However, after only one afternoon, how did everything change.

"Xingxing, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me..."

Xia Yue was really frightened by Wu Xing's angry and gossamer appearance, he hurriedly shook Wu Xing's body.

"I...I'm fine," Wu Xing forced a little strength, and said softly, "You just send me home."

"Good good!"

Xia Yue hurriedly asked the driver to speed up the car. Only Shang Peng can cure Wu Xing like this.

5 minutes later, the car arrived downstairs.

Going up to the second floor, Wu Xing looked at the door that was close at hand, but couldn't reach out for a long time.

It's him, it's all his fault, that caused Shang Peng to become what he is now.

Originally, he was supposed to happily go filming and receive the attention and admiration of thousands of people, how could he be reduced to what he is now...

Even if he was fired by the director, even if he was mobbed and insulted by everyone, he was not so sad.

But at this moment, he squatted powerlessly at the door, crying so hard that he couldn't make a sound.

……

Why haven't you come back yet?

Didn't Xia Yue guarantee that he would send Wu Xing home safely?

Didn't you get him?

Shang Peng paced back and forth anxiously in the living room, then suddenly stopped, rushed to the sofa, took the mobile phone, and dialed Wu Xing's number.

The bell rang, startling two people inside and outside the door at the same time.

Wu Xing got up quickly, wiped away tears in a panic, and lowered his head to take out the phone from his pocket.

At the same time, the door was swung open from the inside.

"I just arrived at the door..." Wu Xing still lowered his head and said softly.

Shang Peng still maintained the posture of making a phone call, and he was relieved after seeing Wu Xing, and pulled him in without any explanation, and hugged him in his arms.

The familiar smell rushed over, and Wu Xing's tear glands began to twitch again.

The back of Shang Peng's hand patted Wu Xing's back again and again, "Mao'er, it's all right, it's good to be back, we won't go out anymore..."

"……Um."

After a long while, feeling that the body in his arms was no longer trembling so much, Shang Peng let go of Wu Xing.

Wu Xing still lowered his head, and Shang Peng couldn't help being puzzled.

"Cat, look up at me."

"What's so interesting," Wu Xing tried his best to sound relaxed, "I'll go to the bathroom first."

After finishing speaking, Wu Xing broke free from Shang Peng's hand, turned around and was about to go forward.

Forced to stop, Wu Xing only felt dizzy for a while, and in the next second, he was pulled back into his arms by Shang Peng, with his face facing him.

The red and swollen eye sockets and pale complexion caught Shang Peng's line of sight unexpectedly, causing his heart to throb suddenly. As he rubbed Wu Xing's cheek with his hand, Shang Peng's voice was deep and indistinguishable.

"Cat, are you crying?"

"I don't have any, it's just sand blowing in..."

The crappy lies were mercilessly exposed, and the depths of Shang Peng's eyes were dark with ink.

"Did those people bully you? What did they call you? Fuck, I—"

Shang Peng let go of Wu Xing as he said, and walked out the door briskly.

Seeing this, Wu Xing quickly stepped forward and grabbed his arm, saying: "No, no, it's not them... Da Pengzi, it's really not them! Don't be impulsive."

Seeing Wu Xing explaining so anxiously, Shang Peng's footsteps were barely able to stop, "Then why are you crying?"

Wu Xing pursed his lips, then lowered his head again, "I'm crying because... because I was expelled from school."

"Well……"

The lips were kissed suddenly, Wu Xing suddenly widened his eyes, but only saw Shang Peng with his eyes closed, kissing him distressedly.Leaving from the lips, the kiss came to the eyes again, kissing away the tears still on the eyelashes bit by bit.

"Cat, if the job is gone, it will be gone. You still have me. Be good, I will always be by your side."

The deep voice was sexy and charming, but Wu Xing only felt a dull pain in his chest when he heard it.

"Dapengzi."

Gently pushing him away, the two sat on the sofa, and Wu Xing murmured, "Dapengzi, what about you, now...how is the situation?"

"Me," Shang Peng paused, then rubbed Wu Xing's head with a smile, and said, "What can I do, I'm fine!"

Sure enough, this is the case, you have to hide everything from yourself, and resist everything by yourself.

If he hadn't learned the truth from Xia Yue, he would have been fooled by Shang Peng's relaxed expression.How good does this man have to be to himself to be satisfied and stop?

"It's already six o'clock." Shang Peng looked up at the clock on the wall, and said to Wu Xing, "Are you hungry? I'll cook for you."

"it is good."

Shang Peng went to the kitchen, and Wu Xing took the remote control to turn on the TV, which was an entertainment channel.

In the past, Wu Xing liked to watch this station very much. When he heard others praise Shang Peng so much, he found it amusing and proud of him at the same time.

But now, when he mentioned Shang Peng's name again, he used a completely different tone.

As soon as the host said the word Shang Peng, the sharp-eared Shang Peng in the kitchen immediately heard it.

Coming out of the kitchen in a hurry, Shang Peng almost turned off the TV in a panic.

"Dapengzi?" Wu Xing asked in surprise.

Shang Peng smiled unnaturally, "Mao'er, come over to the kitchen and help out, there are too many dishes."

"……Um."

Wu Xing got up from the sofa, and the two of them washed vegetables together in the kitchen, green vegetables, cabbage, enoki mushrooms...

Besides vegetables, there is also a lot of meat in the refrigerator.

At this time, Wu Xing remembered that originally they planned to come back to eat hot pot to celebrate at night, but now, how can they still be in the mood.

Wu Xing glanced at his face and glanced at Shang Peng who was seriously cutting ginger. He seemed completely unaffected by this incident, and his expression was the same as usual when he was cooking for him.

As if, nothing really happened.

A hot pot meal was lifeless, although Shang Peng always wanted to liven up the atmosphere, how could Wu Xing laugh, even if he pretended, he didn't even have the energy.

After eating, Shang Peng went to wash the dishes, and Wu Xing took a shower first.

When Shang Peng went to take a shower, Wu Xing had already returned to the bedroom and lay down on the bed.

As soon as he turned over, Wu Xing felt that something was pressing under the pillow, pressing on his head.

He took it out suspiciously, it was a document with two big characters that seemed to be gilded on it, and Wu Xing was stunned for a while.

Script—the script of Director Zhang's movie.

Wu Xing opened the cover. On the first page, the purpose of entry is the horizontal and wavy lines of the sketch, and there are notes beside it, which are obviously Shang Peng's handwriting.

Others may think that Shang Peng's popularity is largely due to luck, but only Wu Xing knows how much he attaches importance to every script.

Now, he has let all his hard work go to waste...