My pheromones mutated after divorce

The annual holiday is over, and the bustling metropolises are gradually stepping into the usual fast pace. The roads are full of hurried pedestrians, and no one cares whether the person passing by is some big guy who just appeared in the newspaper. star.

Song Chiqiu parked the car in front of Ming Lian's house, walked through the narrow and dark corridor, knocked on the door, and took him out of the room.

He helped Minglian carry the suitcase, and went downstairs carefully, for fear of damaging Minglian's things.

Ming Lian stood behind him and kept saying carefully that he didn't need to be so nervous, since he didn't have any valuables anyway.Ming Lian wanted to carry it by himself, but he still had a luggage bag in his hand, Song Chiqiu hurriedly said no.

"It's okay, I can still carry this weight."

Song Chiqiu took a deep breath, walked down the sixth floor vigorously, and finally reached the flat road where he could rest, he complained to Ming Lian, "Ming Lian, or you can move to live near my company, I'll give us The staff dormitories provided by the company’s employees are even more spacious than your house! You live on the sixth floor, and there is no elevator. It’s not safe to walk like this every night. Let me tell you, your company is too unmannered. What kind of artist dormitory is this? ? Look at the artists in your company. Besides you, how many people live in this dormitory? Chi Zimu and you are in the same company. He has bought several luxury houses by himself, and you don’t earn much less than him. Why don't you enjoy yourself..."

Ming Lian listened to him silently, stuffed all his luggage into the trunk, and then said softly, "No need, Brother Chi Qiu, I'm used to living here."

"You really..."

Song Chiqiu didn't know how anyone could like to suffer. In his opinion, it was unimaginable to live here for a day.

Ming Lian followed him into the car silently. Along the way, he heard Song Chiqiu persuade him again, but he didn't waver.

He has a lot of secrets, and he doesn't want to tell anyone, even if that person is Song Chiqiu.

What Song Chiqiu said was quite right, he now earns no less money than Chi Zimu, but Chi Zimu probably doesn't have a family like his.All his bank cards are to be handed over to his family, and the announcement fee for each commercial performance or program is also directly transferred from his agent to his mother, and he only has a fixed amount of pocket money every month.

Ming Lian has been like this since he was a child. Since he has grown up and revealed his beauty beyond ordinary people, he has been shooting magazines and acting as a young model at the request of his strong mother.

And after the sneak shot picture on the Internet accidentally became popular, many people asked him to advertise and let him make his debut. At that time, Ming Lian was still in high school, and he squeezed the time for studying every day to record songs, take photos, and shoot videos. As soon as he opened his eyes, he was surrounded by photographers he had never seen before, and sometimes he was asked to go to other places to take pictures, so that he couldn't take care of his studies at all.

In the end, his mother let him drop out of school directly.

Ming Lian didn't know what the university campus was like. He thought about taking the college entrance examination, but his mother said that the college entrance examination was a waste of time, and university was not the place he should go.Because, there is no need.

The only thing he knows are various poses and angles for taking pictures, and how to edit copywriting to please fans.

Like a porcelain doll that has been carefully dressed and placed on the window, Ming Lian is learning how to smile to others day after day, learning how to make more people like him, but he still has low self-esteem in his heart.

He was at a loss when he heard other people talking about college life, and he would just stand aside when he heard them say those advanced and esoteric words, unable to intervene.

Many people are used to bashing him, saying that he has nothing but a skin that seems to have no faults.

He felt the same way.

But with such a face, he will always receive preferential treatment. Being praised for too long and too high will inevitably produce some poor self-esteem. Minglian doesn't want others to know that he can't afford the money to move out at all. His His mother would not let him waste money on food, clothing and pleasure, and he did not want to accept Song Chiqiu's help.

Minglian knew that Song Chiqiu was sincerely willing to help her, but the more sincere and enthusiastic Song Chiqiu was, the more Minglian felt that she was useless.

He couldn't compare to Song Chiqiu in anything, not even his kindness.

To continue to accept Song Chiqiu's help was something he strongly resisted, perhaps, this was his only persistence.

Song Chiqiu talked all the way, his mouth was dry, but Ming Lian still couldn't change his mind.

Looking at the young man's always downcast eyes, lacking expression, Song Chiqiu sighed, and said, "Actually, you should believe that there are many people in this world who are willing to commit crimes just for your smile. I'm not making this up." Yes, it's a fact that happens every day."

Ming Lian smiled and went bankrupt.

This is a widely circulated meme on the Internet. Whether it is alpha, beta, or omega, they like him very much, but they probably don't know it. They think that the idol who is high and difficult to touch will be such a fragile and introverted person behind the flash.

Sighing deeply, Song Chiqiu still gave up the idea of ​​letting him move out, and he managed to convince himself that it was Ming Lian's nostalgia.

The plane they took landed smoothly, and the program team arranged for someone to pick them up.

The fact that Song Chiqiu and Ming Lian often come to City B to record programs together is not new. The staff are very used to it, and some who are familiar with them will even joke with them.

The person responsible for Minglian's makeup is a 30-something-year-old sister named Peng. Minglian and the others usually call her Sister Peng.

Seeing that the two of them walked into the recording location together again, Sister Peng helped Ming Lian take off her thick coat with ease, handed each of them a cup of hot milk tea, and joked, "Boss Song, Xiao Lian, you guys Did you come together again? You have such a good relationship! If I didn't know that Song is always single, I really thought you were a couple."

"Sister Peng..." Ming Lian was at a loss.

Song Chiqiu has long been used to joking with the staff of the program group, so he smiled and followed her words, sighed deliberately, and said, "Sister Peng, you don't know, I would rather, but it's a pity that Xiao Lian You don't want to follow me. How about you help me lead the red line another day? I think Minglian listens to you the most."

"go with!"

Sister Peng has been Ming Lian's makeup artist since before he debuted. Seeing that Ming Lian's expression is now cramped, she protects Ming Lian and scolds with a smile, "Don't be silly anymore, be careful and put Xiao Lian in a while." Made me cry, he's very thin-skinned. Besides..."

The woman cast a comprehensible look at Song Chiqiu, looked forward to the right from the corner of her eye, and lowered her voice.

"I don't dare to be a matchmaker for you. Look over there. You've been watching since you entered the door. If I tell you, Mr. Pei will hate me to death?" Sister Peng put her hand on Ming Lian's shoulder and asked Ming Lian, "Xiao Lian, you must know it too, right? Hey, Mr. Pei, whom you talk about all day, has confessed his love to Mr. Song. What's the matter? Why didn't you say I didn't watch it before?" Come out? Xiao Lian, you have such a good relationship with Mr. Song, if you want to hold the red line, you have to help them hold it."

"..."

Ming Lian's whole body froze, he couldn't speak for a moment, he could only pull out a smile that was uglier than crying.

Sister Peng saw that he was not in the right mood, and realized that she seemed to be joking too much, she hurriedly stopped, and added, "Look at me, what are you talking about? Xiao Lian is so thin-skinned that he would have to say a word to Mr. Pei." I have been stammering for a long time, how can I pull the red thread? Come on, Xiao Lian, let's go to the dressing room, I'll touch up your makeup, you don't look very good. As for this, let the two of them talk for themselves. "

She had already seen Pei Jun walking towards this side, and all the staff including her were smiling.

Minglian's feet seemed to be filled with lead. He looked at Pei Jun who was walking with his back to the light, and his heart seemed to be tightly grasped by a hand, and he was so depressed that he couldn't breathe.

He knew that Pei Jun wasn't walking towards him, Pei Jun didn't see him, even if he was standing beside Song Chiqiu.

"Late autumn."

Alpha's familiar gentle voice rang in his ears, Minglian couldn't make any expression, and the next moment, she was pulled away by sister Peng.

"Let's go, what are you thinking?" Sister Peng gently pulled him, and he left like a puppet following Sister Peng's footsteps.

The woman didn't know why he was so lost, she whispered to Ming Lian, "You scared me just now, your face was so pale, as if you haven't slept for many days. Are you too tired? Mr. Pei went to find Song Chiqiu Why were you still sticking around when you were there, if I hadn't pulled you away in time, Mr. Pei would probably be unhappy."

Ming Lian lowered his head and murmured, "Will he hate me?"

"……Ugh."

The woman shook her head, combed his hair carefully, straightened the young man's head, and asked him to look up, "Xiao Lian, you should know that no one will hate you."

Minglian quietly looked at herself in the mirror.

His lips are a lot paler than before, which is caused by his irregular work and rest these days and nights. Ming Lian doesn't like this kind of himself. , nothing more.

Pei Jun won't hate him, but he won't like him either. He won't leave a trace in Pei Jun's heart.

Ming Lian slowly closed his eyes, looking haggard.

"Sister Peng, I'm sorry to trouble you, please cover the dark circles under your eyes."

"Say something."

The woman skillfully helped him put on makeup, Ming Lian's face would never go wrong no matter how he put it on, she just covered the bruises under the young man's eyes a little, and put on a very light lipstick on him, it was already very brilliant up.

However, the good looks that are disguised are after all disguised.

Sister Peng took away the milk tea he hadn't touched, got up and went out, saying, "Don't drink these unhealthy things, Yanyan is going out, I'll ask her to buy you a white fungus and lotus seed soup, add some red dates , you fill it up. I'll make chicken soup for you after the show is finished."

"Thank you, Miss Peng."

"How many times have I said it, don't say thank you."

When the woman walked out, she happened to meet Chi Zimu who was surrounded by several assistants at the door.

She subconsciously wanted to look back at Ming Lian. In her impression, Ming Lian had an average relationship with this big star of the same company.

And Ming Lian also knew what she was worried about when she came back, she just shook her head at her and made an 'ok' gesture, Sister Peng looked at the other people in the dressing room, put some snacks on her face, and left .

Ming Lian finished putting on her makeup, and when she saw Chi Zimu approaching, she offered to give up her seat and sit on the bench by the corner.

"Minglian, why are you sitting so far away?"

Chi Zimu took the seat Ming Lian gave him as a matter of course. Seeing the young man was far away from him, the corners of his mouth suddenly opened up, and he called him with a smile, "Come and sit, I happen to have no make-up on yet. Just talk to me to relieve boredom. My makeup artist is like a dead man, I can't talk, "

When he said this in front of the makeup artist, the makeup artist who put on his makeup just paused for a moment, and continued to put on makeup for him with a blank expression.

From the looks of it, it wasn't the first time he heard him mocking himself in public.

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