The singer of the entertainment circle is not a human being

"Okay..." Shen Moyan has no reason to refuse. The top domestic songwriter and popular IP masterpiece will definitely set off a new wave when it is released next year. If he can get on this big ship, it will be beneficial and harmless.

"Then I'll ask someone to take the score to the recording studio right away. You can try the recording today or tomorrow. I'll accompany you to Hengdian too. Be good and don't make me worry."

It was rare that the wolf cub was coaxing him, Shen Moyan couldn't help but bury his head in a muffled laugh, and nodded his head in agreement.

Sitting with the man for a while, before leaving, Shen Muyun unlocked the door and pretended to turn around inadvertently, saying: "The photos of you and Wang Ye, I spent money to make the media write that you accidentally fell into the water and he rescued him righteously, don't go to him again soon Now, the Wang Group still has cooperation matters with the company, if he is interested, he will come to you."

Shen Moyan lost his mind and didn't want to understand the meaning, the wolf cub had already closed the door and walked out of the villa.

He walked to the chess table, picked up a photo and looked at it carefully. In the picture, the fierce king's clothes were wet and his arms were tightly hugging him. There was little panic between his brows, as if he was a precious treasure in his arms.

The man put down the photo lightly, took out the small enamel fan inside his sleeve, and walked quickly to the shelf of the study room. The fourth book in the first row, the seventh book in the third row, and the fifth book in the No.12 row. He was familiar with moving the books.

"Kuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu whoa." The bookshelf split into two halves from the middle, and a straight staircase appeared in the house leading to the dark underground.

The lights automatically turn on, and the spacious basement is filled with all kinds of flowers. The water in the captive glass bottles is bright red, nourishing the branches and leaves never to wither. In the center of the flower clusters is a gorgeous and soft mat, and the petals of azaleas printed on lavender silk are dark.

Xue Shaoqing was wearing a dark green robe and lay flat on the bed as if sleeping, with a broad forehead, straight nose, and thin lips that seemed to be smiling slightly, and the slender eyelashes under the thick eyebrows reflected the shadows around the eye circles.

Shen Moyan slowed down, as if he was afraid of waking up his lover, and slowly walked towards Ruanta's side, his lips gradually bloomed sweet and charming, his water-shearing pupils brushed over Xue Shaoqing's face over and over again, and his fingertips touched his temples.

"I miss you so much…"

At ten o'clock in the evening, American time, Wang Ye pulled off his tie in frustration, and collapsed into the sofa in the hotel suite.

The operation of the branch is in good condition, and the newly developed artificial intelligence products will be launched in the third quarter of next year without any accidents. He has another bargaining chip to contain the old immortals on the board of directors who are ready to move.

The night wind blows from the starry sky outside the window, blowing the broken hair on his forehead. New York is much colder than Rongcheng in winter, and the snowflakes are falling slowly from the sky. Wang Ye has stayed in this land for nearly ten years, but the news of his father's death When he arrived, he didn't even finish his studies in time, so he had to prepare to face the unknown and fearful future.

A snowflake floated into the balcony and then melted away with the wind. He glanced at a commodity bag in the corner, with a complicated expression on his face, and deliberately avoided looking away.

Shen Moyan was sent to the hospital three days ago, he did not wait for the man to wake up, he clenched his fists and hurriedly left the ward.He didn't know why he was running away, he just felt like his heart was going to explode at the sight of that lunatic goodbye.

Recently, some strange images always appeared in his mind, naked limbs fluttering ups and downs on the mahogany ancient style bed, snow-white skin intertwined with blue hair and black hair, charming panting and intoxicating voices.

This scene seemed to be so familiar to him, but every time he wanted to reach out and grab it, it disappeared in an instant. What went wrong? Since meeting Shen Moyan, his emotions have become more and more out of control.

Today, during the dinner with the branch director, he suddenly saw a diamond bracelet hanging in a store on the street, and the delicate wrist he held a few days ago flashed in front of his eyes, so he went in by accident and bought it.

Shen Moyan, that lunatic, that insane person who haunted him for no reason, broke into his life by unexpected means, turned everything upside down, and provoked his mind with his hurt eyes.

"Idiot." Wang Ye murmured hoarsely into the air, and fell into deep thought again.

"Ding dong" suddenly the doorbell rang, and he was subconsciously startled for a while, frowning and turning his head to look.

Who the hell would come to the hotel in the middle of the night to find him?

Wang Ye scratched his hair irritably, and got up to open the door. When he looked out through the peephole, surprise flashed in his eyes, and he hurriedly unscrewed the door lock.

"Surprise!" A tall young man with blond hair and blue eyes burst into the door, holding a bottle of 82-year-old Lafite high in his hand, smiling brightly as if trying to light up the night.

"Damn, why are you here?" Wang Ye switched to English and knocked his elbow down on his stomach, his face that was still gloomy just now was full of surprise.

"Haha, I knew you were going back to the United States, so I came here to surprise you!" The young man raised his eyebrows, picked up two wine glasses and a corkscrew in the slightest manner, and greeted him, "Come on, come on, just come From the wine cellar."

"Tch." Wang Yepi laughed, closed the door and sat down on the sofa.

The young man's name is Devin, and he was his classmate when he was studying in the United States. In fact, it was not easy to say, and he was lucky to meet such a guy who was used to being alone.

"I haven't seen you for three years." Devin raised his glass and sighed, his curly blond hair was extraordinarily lively at night, his eyes slightly squinted and he smiled lazily: "How is the mess of your consortium? "

"That's it. What else can I do?" Wang Ye sneered disdainfully, shaking the red wine glass in his hand, glanced at the dark red liquid from the corner of his eyes, and teased lightly: "I can't kill me anyway, I have to do it." die."

"Tut tsk tsk." Hearing this, Devin shook his head, but smiled broadly on his face: "You are really scary and annoying, haha, what about love, where is the fiery and hot love?"

Wang Ye took a sip of wine, enjoying the scorching heat of the spirit burning in his throat, and after a while he said expressionlessly, "I don't need love."

"NO! Of course you need it!" Devin stood up suddenly, stood on the sofa passionately with a wine glass, and shouted like singing an opera: "Love can regenerate people, love can make people more profound, love can also make you happy, I my old buddy Wild."

"I'm already very happy." Wang Ye raised his eyebrows and said incredulously.

"You are not happy. Your heart has no beating and passion!" Devin shook his head in disapproval, sat down close to him and sighed suddenly: "Dude, sometimes I think you are like a walking dead."

Wang Ye slapped his hand away, pursed his lips and wanted to deny but didn't know where to start, turned over and walked to the balcony outside the room.

Snowflakes in foreign countries are falling one after another. People who grew up in the south of the country rarely see such a scene. A piece of ice scum is scattered in the red wine and melts. He suddenly remembered Shen Moyan's face inexplicably, as if he had seen a man in front of him many years ago. The appearance of dancing in the snow.

"I... recently met a person..." His voice was a little hoarse, perhaps because of the cold wind, and he had difficulty uttering every word: "A very strange person..."

"Oh! My God!" Devin ran up to him with a strange cry, and laughed loudly: "Haha, you also have today, so have you fallen in love with this weird man?"

"No!" Wang Ye curled his lips, trying to deny it, turned his head to look at New York in the snow scene, frowned and tried to explain: "He's just a lunatic."

"A lunatic and a fool are a perfect match!" Devin clinked their wine glasses, patted him on the shoulder with a smile and said, "Go and fall in love, yes, you are such a grown-up, you should have a good love once."

"Crazy." He was clearly scolding, but Wang Ye couldn't help but smile.

I don't know if the man's body has recovered on the other side of the earth.

It turns out that winter nights are really... lonely.