Lin Wulang put his hand on the doorknob, and frowned when he heard voices coming from inside.

There was an inexplicable sense of intimacy in the tone of the two of them talking. When did their relationship become so familiar? In my impression, Qin Buhuo was very hostile to Chu Xinghe in the past. Even if the relationship has eased later, this tone is too familiar up.

Lin Wulang pushed the door open, Qin Buhuo and Chu Xinghe raised their heads together, especially Chu Xinghe's demeanor almost instantly returned to indifference, and his tone was alienated and indifferent: "Are you here?"

Lin Wulang and Chu Xinghe are just getting along with each other now, and Lin Wulang can't get involved in the studio affairs at all, he just uses the name of Chu Xinghe's manager.

Lin Wulang frowned fiercely, until now he still didn't understand why Chu Xinghe suddenly turned his face, but it was not important anymore.

Qin Buhuo couldn't help being nervous, he was inexplicably excited, he looked at Lin Wulang and then at Chu Xinghe, he came, he came towards us with a bloody plot.

The status of a boyfriend can't stop him from gossiping.

Lin Wulang looked at Chu Xinghe with resentment in his indifference, and disappointment in his resentment, which was so complicated that it was hard to describe.

Lin Wulang wanted to ask in person why he suddenly changed his face, but Chu Xinghe's face was cold.

Suddenly he felt that it was meaningless, he held the person he had protected for many years, but now he let go suddenly, there was nothing else but the feeling of weightlessness when he stepped into the air.

Lin Wulang has a wolf spirit in his bones, he protects the things he loves with all his strength, and if things go wrong, he just throws them away without nostalgia, and now he has a more dazzling treasure, even if it is still tender, Grinded by his hands, Qin Buhuo's road is even longer and farther than Chu Xinghe's.

As with things, so with people.

Lin Wulang said: "The affairs I have handled have been handed over to Gao Qi, and it is estimated that I will officially resign from the studio at the end of the month."

Chu Xinghe nodded, not intending to hold back at all, and even spared the polite words: "He mentioned it to me."

Lin Wulang looked at Qin Buhuo, his eyes softened, as if he was looking at a rare jade in the rough: "In the future, I plan to concentrate on bringing an artist, and I will be distracted if there are too many people."

Surprised by his weird eyes, Qin Buhuo asked with a face: What's none of my business?

Chu Xinghe's face darkened, and his tone was as cold as winter: "What do you mean?"

Lin Wulang didn't expect his reaction to be so big, a trace of surprise flashed quickly in his smoky pupils: "literally."

Qin Buhuo was confused, did he turn his back on him?Why did he suddenly turn his back on him? Turning his back on him now, Qin Buhuo was worried about how the plot of the original book would go. He wondered if he was here to influence the performance of the two of them and fan the direction of the plot.

Lin Wulang felt that Chu Xinghe's body was full of inextricable hostility, was it because of Qin Buhuo?

Since when did Chu Xinghe care so much about Qin Buhuo?

The two of them had their own thoughts, and they were thinking about each other's thoughts about Qin Buhuo. At this moment, Qin Buhuo, who was the eye of the storm, suddenly said, "I'll go out first, you two talk slowly?"

The two gazes shot over at the same time, and the brain circuits were strangely synchronized. Is this person really clueless?

Lin Wulang inadvertently shifted his gaze down, and his eyes suddenly tightened. There was a hickey half-hidden on Qin Buhuo's neckline, which was obviously lower and not obvious. Under normal circumstances, he could not see it at all, but Qin Buhuo made a big move when he was resting just now. After a while, loosen the neckline to reveal it.

For the second time, Lin Wulang pursed his lips tightly.

He is in the golden rising period, and he has thousands of fans on the surface, but his foundation is not stable, and any scandal can easily ruin his future.

Does he understand it?

Lin Wulang took a step forward, and when everyone didn't react, he rudely tore off the neckline of Qin Buhuo's costume, and the bright red kiss marks jumped out, fresh and lustful, just look at the depth and strength of the marks Apparently it wasn't a mark left by a woman.

Lin Wulang's shallow pupils suddenly turned deep and dark: "The second time, who is it? Once exposed, you—"

Qin Buhuo is an embarrassing group. Everyone would be embarrassed if they saw hickey marks in broad daylight.

He subconsciously looked at Chu Xinghe, and found that this person's face remained unchanged, and he looked back at him with a deep smile in his eyes. If there was any vague ambiguity floating in it, Qin Buhuo gave him a gouging look: Don't let the kind be biased. The next day was captured.

He is not afraid of being known, but he is afraid of embarrassment, and it feels awkward to bring private matters to the public.

Chu Xinghe gave him a comforting look, and motioned to hand it over to him. Qin Buhuo didn't let go of his breath, and suddenly stopped, and then Chu Xinghe interrupted Lin Wulang lightly: "It's me."

Lin Wulang paused for a moment, apparently not recovering: "What did you say?"

Chu Xinghe raised his eyes, looked straight at Lin Wulang, and said directly, "We're together." He had thought about it, and he couldn't hide this from Lin Wulang.

Qin Buhuo: ·······························……… !

Lin Wulang's pupils tightened and flashed in shock: "Say it again!"

At this time, Yuanyuan knocked on the door and came in, feeling that the atmosphere was not right, Qin Buhuo asked, "What's the matter?"

Yuan Yuan said, "Brother Qin, Director Su has something to do with you, he seems to be in a hurry."

After Qin Buhuo left, only Chu Xinghe and Lin Wulang were left in the dressing room.

At this time, Lin Wulang recovered from the shock of hearing the news, his eyes were filled with cold anger: "When did you two get together?"

Lin Wulang suddenly remembered that the last time Qin Buhuo suddenly disappeared, he sent someone to check the itinerary, and the final stop was a remote town, and the filming location of Chu Xinghe was in the village below.And that hickey...

Lin Wulang's face was gloomy because Qin Buhuo went to see Chu Xinghe that time.

Chu Xinghe didn't answer, but instead asked, "What is your standpoint when you ask this question?"

Lin Wulang frowned: "He is an artist brought by me, and I am his manager. I don't care about your affairs, but he is now an artist under me. You are ruining him by doing this."

Chu Xinghe hooked his lips, the smile didn't reach his eyes.

No one knows Lin Wulang's thoughts better than him. Lin Wulang regards Qin Buhuo as a work of art that can be processed to perfection. The bird in his palm can be manipulated into an ideal state, just like him back then.

His face was dark, but Chu Xinghe's eyes were ruthless: "He is not a bird in your palm, let alone a marionette, don't try to control him."

Lin Wulang narrowed his eyes: "It is you who are destroying him now, and your relationship with him is a stumbling block on his way."

Chu Xinghe said coldly: "Don't bother."

Lin Wulang is good at manipulating people's hearts. He calmed down from the initial shock, quickly analyzed the pros and cons, weighed the bargaining chip in his hand, and grasped the opponent's weakness. He said in a persuasive voice: "He loves acting, and if nothing happens, it will be his lifelong career. It's rare to be talented in the field you like, and you have the heart to ruin his acting career?"

Chu Xinghe lowered his eyelashes to cover his pitch-black eyes, and calmly said, "I won't destroy him." If you destroy yourself, you won't destroy him either.

Lin Wulang heard the unfinished meaning in Chu Xinghe's words, and out of thin air, he felt a cold anger: "You really feel it, but others may not."

The author has something to say: I don’t know what to say, I’m sorry, I know that the latest update is very bad, I can’t write anything in front of the computer, sometimes I can’t write much when I sit down for a day, and I feel like a waste.I don't want negative energy, I want to work hard, fighting!

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