It's not your turn to break up

The light was not turned on, and the room was very dark. A few rays of moonlight sneaked in through the curtains that were not closed tightly, and sprinkled on the thick wool carpet on the ground. The place that I usually like to lie on and play became the only safe haven at this moment.

Curled up on the carpet, if you don't look carefully, you will be regarded as a wounded little animal, wantonly paying homage to the love you once thought you were self-righteous in the dark.

After Wang Zhongqiu posted Weibo, he threw his phone on the ground. From the moment he clicked to send, the phone started ringing non-stop, one after another, without the slightest gap and airtight.

The cell phone screen on the carpet was always on, the ringtone was numb and I couldn't tell whether it was still ringing, and the landline phone in the bedroom, which usually wouldn't ring, also started to jingle.As if he had had enough, he sat up abruptly, propping his hands on the ground, his two long white legs drooping on the wool carpet, like rare jade wrapped in jade.

He wiped his face, opened the curtains suddenly, the moonlight poured down, and the room was covered with a hazy moonlight.The lights outside the window were brightly lit, and there were countless warmth hidden in every brightly lit room. He stood alone in the moonlight and lost his way.

He picked up the mobile phone on the ground and wanted to mute it. Maybe the ringtone was too loud, or maybe he was too distracted. One of them was not grasped properly, and the phone fell to the ground. The sound of the system automatically shutting down.Just right, he thought, the system has made a judgment for him.He walked to the bedside table with bare feet and unplugged the landline phone, instantly losing all sound in the room.

There were countless small 'chee-chee-chee' voices coming from his ears, he couldn't hear any sounds, he couldn't see any comments, and the words flying in front of his eyes would all disappear.He breathed heavily, and tears flowed down his cheeks to his dry lips. The cold and salty touch made the feeling of grievance and sadness clearer, and more tears poured down like a broken dam.

He is single, so if he is single, no one will care what variety show he is on. He can date whoever he wants, and he can date whoever he likes.

If you're single, you won't talk about licking dogs, if you're single, you won't talk about vampires, if you're single, you don't have to care so much about what he thinks.How could it be a mistake to just love someone?Which law states that loving a loved one is a sin?

At this moment, Jing Mo is working overtime in the recording studio to shoot a promotional photo for a fashion magazine. He is devoting himself to the shooting, posing in various professional poses, ignorant of what is happening outside.

Since he slammed the door and left, he forced himself not to think about those distracting things. He wants to be professional, dedicated, and work.Xiaoqiu doesn’t know where to hear or see something, she’s being petty, at worst, she’ll give him a hard time, or take him to eat delicious food, promise to take him out to play, and he’ll be happy .Like a child, it doesn't take too long to get angry, just coax it.

After Gu Mingming answered the call, he stood aside in a daze, holding the phone in his hand, sweating from nervous palms.The phone is still ringing non-stop, his, Jing Mo's, is vibrating non-stop in his hand.

He felt that there was something wrong with the expressions of the staff around Jing Ge, puzzled, surprised, joking, eating melons, and sympathetic.Even more or less, their eyes were shifted to him, trying to find clues from his expression.

But he couldn't get through Brother Qiu's phone, and he couldn't get through all the time. He didn't know that his forehead was sweating, and at a certain moment, he really wanted to throw all the vibrating phones in his hand against the wall.The phone is still ringing, from friends, colleagues, reporters, acquaintances, managers, assistants, stylists, costumers, people I don’t know, people I know, people I don’t know, why is there no Brother Qiu? .

He didn't know how brother Jing would react when he heard the news, he didn't dare to interrupt the filming, he didn't even dare to cry.

Liu Chunsheng's phone call, Gu Mingming walked to a relatively hidden corner to ensure that Jing Mo and other staff would not see him, and finally he choked up and called out, "Brother Liu," as if he had found a savior.

Instead, Liu Chunsheng on the other side of the phone was taken aback, "What's wrong with you?"

Gu Mingming was in a panic, he didn't know what to do, he really didn't know what to do, he couldn't do anything except worry, "I can't reach Brother Qiu, he doesn't answer the phone, he..."

"I know." Liu Chunsheng interrupted him, "Where's Jing Mo?"

Gu Mingming glanced at Jing Mo who was still filming not far away, and said to Liu Chunsheng: "Brother Jing is still filming, and his phone is in my hand."

"He doesn't know yet?"

"Well, I've been shooting all the time, and there's no intermission." Thinking of Gu Mingming starting to be in a hurry again when the intermission is over, what should he do, should he say it or not, what if Brother Jing wants to check his phone, what should he do? What if Brother Jing found out afterwards that he was hiding it from him?Thinking that he was about to cry again, he kept sucking his nose.

"Hold it back for me, what does it look like to cry and cry." Liu Chunsheng heard his sobbing and began to lose his temper on the phone.

"I don't know what to do anymore. If Brother Jing knows what to do, I won't tell him. Don't affect his state. I won't give him a cell phone." Gu Mingming kept saying self-deceiving words, "No, no, What about so many workers, people ask him what to do, what should I do if I don’t have time to stop him?”

"Let it be, if you know it, you will know it." Liu Chunsheng was very calm, and explained to him step by step, "The rest is not important, after the filming is over, you must take good care of him, walk through the staff passage, don't go through the gate, protect him and don't let him Get blocked by reporters, don’t get photographed in wrong mood, don’t answer any questions, just remember.”

Gu Mingming kept nodding, and then remembered that he was talking on the phone. Brother Liu couldn't see him nodding, so he said firmly, "Remember."

"Don't worry, I have already arranged for a few bodyguards to go there, and I will protect you when it's over." Liu Chunsheng sighed, "Have you remembered everything I told you?"

"I remember, Brother Liu." Gu Mingming sniffed twice, "What's going on, Brother Liu?"

"It's none of your business," Liu Chunsheng said indifferently, "You don't need to worry about the rest, just protect Jingmo." Liu Chunsheng repeatedly confessed, "Don't let him talk nonsense, I have changed the Weibo password so that he doesn't have to Posted on Weibo."

Suddenly the on-site director yelled 'cut', and the shooting ended temporarily, and the people around started to rush around, handing water, putting on clothes, cleaning up the scene, and touching up makeup.Everyone rushed forward and surrounded Jing Mo airtightly.

Jing Mo took a glance, but did not see Gu Mingming, "It's obvious."

The people around started shouting: "Gu Mingming, Mingming, brother Jing is looking for you."

Gu Mingming wiped his face carelessly twice, "Here we come, we come."

"Where's my cell phone?" The energetic appearance during the shooting has disappeared, and he frowned, thinking heavily, "Did he call?"

The people around did not dare to vent their breath.

"Ask you, why are you in a daze, give me the phone." Jing Mo was a little impatient, he closed his eyes.

Gu Mingming faltered for a long time, but refused to hand over the phone.

"What's the matter?" Seeing that Gu Mingming didn't speak, Jing Mo keenly sensed that something was wrong. The staff around him kept looking at him cautiously and with probing eyes. No matter how dull he was, would he be able to find out what's wrong? occur.

After being busy for a while, the staff dispersed one after another. Jing Mo dragged Gu Mingming to a separate lounge.

As soon as the door was closed, Gu Mingming's face changed instantly. He pursed his lips, "Brother, you read Weibo."

Jing Mo didn't care to delve into how a big man like him was about to cry, he took the phone, temporarily ignored the pile of missed calls and countless WeChat messages, and directly opened his own Weibo account.

He only glanced at it, and the fingers sliding on the screen stopped, and Gu Mingming even saw the distinct fingers trembling slightly.

Without even thinking about it, he started calling the phone that no one would answer.

"Brother Qiu didn't answer the phone, I've called many times." Gu Mingming watched him press the number that no one answered over and over again.

The baby is very angry, he needs to be coaxed.Jing Mo opened WeChat, without even looking at the pile of messages, he just clicked on the conversation box on the top.

[Jing Mo: Baby, calm down, what do you want me to say when I go back? 】

[Jing Mo: Be good, don't be angry, it's all my fault, I'll explain it to you when I go back. 】

[Jing Mo: If you are angry, hit me and scold me, don't send random messages, delete them soon, be good. 】

Resending the displayed message failed and was blocked.

It seems very difficult, looks very angry, probably not easy to coax.

Jing Mo turned around and was about to open the door to go out. Gu Mingming saw his thoughts and grabbed his arm, "Brother, I haven't finished shooting yet. There are still two sets of photos."

After listening to his words, Jing Mo stopped, but he didn't completely lose his mind, and knew that work was important, so he pushed away Gu Mingming's hand that was grabbing his arm.

"Brother, don't worry, Brother Qiu may be angry right now, that's why he doesn't want to answer the phone." Gu Mingming said nonsense that he didn't even believe in himself. When he went to pick up Jing Mo, he could see that the two of them must have had a lot of trouble. It's very unpleasant, but I didn't expect it to come to this point.

"Brother Qiu loves you so much, he just said that because he was in a hurry, and he will delete it when he calms down. It's okay, brother, don't worry."

"It's okay, brother, just say that the account has been hacked after coaxing it. After a few days, everyone will forget it, and no one will remember it."

Jing Mo walked out of the lounge, not knowing which staff member's cell phone played Qi Fei's voice.

"We don't know the specifics yet, and neither does the company. This is the artist's private matter, and we won't interfere too much." Qi Fei was talking about the situation, and suddenly changed the subject to answer a reporter who asked a question, "It's not account hacking, no Account hacking, the only thing I can confirm is that the account was not hacked, it was sent by us Xiaoqiu."

The bright voice couldn't tell that the artist was bothered by the news, but there was a hint of excitement mixed in.

The author has something to say: Gu Mingming: Brother Jing, don’t worry, Brother Qiu loves you, and he will say that your account has been stolen. After a while, everyone will forget about it. No one will laugh at you for being dumped.

Qi Fei: Thank you for your concern. I didn't steal my account, it's me.