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"I can't even hold my clothes steady." Like a stone thrown into the water, Song Chuan broke the invisible ice with a sound, "The devil Lin is too ruthless."

Director Lin, who saw this scene in the distance, snorted, but did not refute.

Song Chuan said that he wanted to pick up the clothes, but Li Yixiao bent over and picked them up fiercely. He picked up the clothes that fell on the ground and put them on in front of everyone.

The clothes were already dirty, and the soil was half soaked, dripping down his body.

"Brother, you are crazy, what are you wearing, you—"

"I fucking want to wear it!" Li Yixiao pulled off his clothes violently, his eyes were a little red.

Most of the people on the set looked this way.

Song Chuan was stunned by the yelling, Li Yixiao was more surprised than being yelled at, he was a little aggrieved: "Just wear it, why are you yelling at me?" translate.

He Yi lowered his eyes, the previous smile was nowhere to be seen.

Director Lin came over with his chubby body shaking, "Haven't the show started yet? I'm really tired today, so I'll stick to it for a few more days."

Li Yixiao didn't speak, the surrounding eyes were a bit scorching, he looked at He Yi, the veins on the back of his hand were protruding, his lips moved, but he couldn't speak.

"Go." He Yi didn't look at anyone, "I'll talk to Director Lin about something."

With so many people watching on the set, Li Yixiao responded with a hoarse voice.

Director Lin yelled at the venue to make it lively, walked to the side with He Yi, and sighed: "It's scary for a child to be jealous."

"Jealous?" He Yi was taken aback.

"Oh," Director Lin realized that He Yi didn't know the reason, "It's really unlucky for you to be so heartless at the booth."

He Yi frowned, and reflected on himself, "I didn't do anything."

He remembered that Li Yixiao's occasional unhappiness in the past two days was because of jealousy?When he asked, people said that he was too tired, but He Yi didn't doubt it, after all, he was really tired, and he was past that age of narcissism, so he could fascinate people.

Director Lin bent his fingers and pointed to his own eyes, "Don't question my intelligent eyes." After a pause, he continued, "Speaking of which, I quite like him, but it's a pity."

He Yi raised his eyebrows in warning.

"Don't worry, I'm still human." Director Lin spread his hands and spit again: "Damn, why are you so lucky, why don't I try to find a man too?"

He Yi: "...don't fucking make scary jokes."

"In life, dare to try." Director Lin seriously considered the feasibility.

He Yi twitched his mouth, he couldn't keep up with his crazy thinking.

"By the way, you promised to hurry up with the song I wrote, it won't take long." Director Lin stroked his beard and said again.

"Return to work tomorrow, about a week, you give me the tidbits in advance." He Yi originally planned to discuss this matter with others.

"It's interesting enough." Lin Dao laughed cheerfully, people with a smell of copper like to pretend to be affectionate, and they look like brothers who are easy to talk to each other.

"Go back and coax him. Such a person looks pitiful in front of you. He has no sense of security. Don't smile so ripplingly in front of men and women."

"It's really not like what you said." He Yi looked at Director Lin.

"Beasts also occasionally act like human beings."

He Yi snorted, turned around and left, and after two seconds, he heard Director Lin say from behind: "You are also very strange today, like a brat froze on the spot, and asked Song Chuan to save you."

He Yi turned around, Director Lin had already lit a cigarette, saw He Yi looked over and waved his hands, "Blind sigh."

He Yi was absent-minded along the way, and was taken aback when he opened the door—Li Yixiao was standing in the living room, still wearing that suit.

"Why are you standing here?" He Yi let out a sigh of relief, almost frightened to death.

Li Yixiao's eyes followed He Yi's movement, and his voice was dry, "I'm sorry, I just—"

"Go take a shower first."

Li Yixiao took a step forward, "Brother He, I—"

"Go first." He Yi interrupted Li Yixiao's words incredulously, "I'll get you clothes."

In fact, He Yi's attitude was the same as usual, but Li Yixiao was about to be crushed to death by his own guilt and apology. He Yi came all the way to accompany him on the set, why should he be angry with him?

Shame was like a gallows around his neck.

After coming out of the shower, the gallows on Li Yixiao's neck fell down.

He Yi is packing his luggage.

"Did you finish washing?" He Yi felt that someone had come out, and asked without raising his head, "Where is my white short sleeve, have you seen it?"

He didn't bring much when he came here, except for a white T-shirt that he likes the most. After wearing it for four or five years, he's also messing around with Li Yixiao's clothes these days, and he doesn't know where to throw them away.

Before waiting for an answer, He Yi raised his eyes and was taken aback by the man's expression, "You're not feeling well?"

Li Yixiao had a slight cold for the past two days, He Yi stepped forward and touched his forehead, his hands were hot, remembering that he was standing wrapped in wet clothes, looking for cold medicine with a sullen face.

When He Yi went to get the medicine, he vaguely heard a bang. He thought it was an illusion, until he found Li Yixiao's hand hidden behind his back.

Li Yixiao's hands with broken skin and blood were forced to be exposed to He Yi's gaze, and his fingers were so stiff that he didn't know how to put them down.

"What do you mean?" He Yi looked at the man's bloody hand, "Do you really want to hit me?"

"No!" Li Yixiao was dizzy from the fever, and his ears were a little ringing when he spoke.

He Yi waited for a few seconds, but did not wait for the next sentence, and said in a deep voice, "What is that, do you think I am angry and want to leave?"

Li Yixiao didn't speak, obviously acquiescing.

He Yi laughed, but there was no smile in his eyes at all. The anger that surged from the moment he saw Li Yixiao pick up the clothes and put them on broke through the restraint at this moment, "Okay."

He stood up abruptly, the movement was too great, the cup that Li Yixiao was drinking just now on the table fell over, rolled around a few times and fell to the ground with a crisp sound of shattering.

He Yi didn't look back, he didn't look there again until he got up and left.

When He Yi came, he never expected to leave like this.

He slammed the door, and the two of them didn't say a word, and he didn't even mention the salute that was almost done.

Li Yixiao's bloody hand swayed back and forth in his mind, causing his head to throb in pain.

Lin Da was quite excited when he received the news from someone in the middle of the night, and felt that He Yi was not dazzled by love, and knew that there would be an event the next day, so he would come back early to rest and prepare.

In the end, when he received someone at the airport, he was stunned by He Yi's expression: "Did you fight for days and nights?"

He Yi threw the car keys expressionlessly, "Find someone to drive the car back."

He drove the car when he went, and the key was with Li Yixiao, and he didn't need it when he left. He drove Director Lin's car, halfway through the drive, he didn't want to drive, so he threw it on the side of the road and called a car.

Lin Da had never seen He Yi like this before. The words Li Yixiao twirled around his mouth a few times, and finally he answered without asking anything.

He Yi was already preparing for his new album, and he also took on the composition and choreography of several people. This time, when he went to the production team, he was blackmailed by director Lin for a song, so he didn't give himself any time to relax.

He didn't feel anything, but Linda couldn't take it anymore, and finally couldn't help it when he had some spare time: "Boss, can we take a break?"

"Shut up, I don't need you if I don't have housework." He Yi lay on the sofa with his eyes closed, and his brows were always furrowed.

Lin Da couldn't bear He Yi's behavior, and thought that he would be exhausted to death.

Taking a deep breath, he told himself that he was the boss, and he would have no salary if he was exhausted. He bowed his knees: "...are you still angry?"

"What?" He Yi stayed up all night, but he didn't write much on the paper he was holding.

"Didn't you two quarrel?"

He Yi opened his eyes, feeling his head was blunt, "Did he tell you that?"

Linda quickly waved his hand, "No, I guessed it." Facing He Yi's eyes, he said again: "Your expression that day, these days Yi Xiao keeps asking me how you are."

He Yi closed his eyes, feeling a little angry in his heart.

"Are you really in conflict?" Linda sat closer, rubbing his hands on his knees, "I don't even dare to guess about this, I feel that Yi Xiao is very cautious when he sees you, and he will Arguing with you."

I won’t quarrel with him, but I won’t tell him what’s on my mind, I can make up my own mind, and I can smash the wall manually!

He Yi felt quite boring.

When he opened the door that day and saw Li Yixiao wearing wet clothes and turning around with a pale face, he felt really distressed. He didn't know how to fall in love, so how could he wrong someone like that.

He Yi has never been in a serious relationship, but he also knows that it shouldn't be like this.

Did it start too quickly?Getting along with unequal feelings is always tiring.

"Don't go back to him."

"What?" Linda didn't respond.

"No matter what he asks, don't answer." He Yi stood up and crumpled the paper in his hand, "Otherwise you will leave."

Linda froze in place, pulling her hair agitatedly.

If he ignored it, even if Li Yixiao had rehearsed it tens of thousands of times in his mind, he would definitely not look for He Yi, and with the boss's current attitude, wouldn't the two of them just forget about it?

It was only when He Yi's footsteps stopped that Linda realized that he had accidentally murmured, and turned his head abruptly.

The shoulder blades of He Yi's back were raised, and he threw the ball of paper in his hand into the trash can, and paused for two seconds: "That's fine."