Same-sex marriage legalized

As usual, Mr. Wei quickly caught my gaze and turned to look at me.

My mind is still echoing with the inferences I just saw, as well as all kinds of reasonable and certain "evidence" in the pictures circled by netizens. too sober.

Mr. Wei looked puzzled: "What's the matter, are you uncomfortable?"

"No." I shook my head, "I'm thinking about something."

He wondered: "What is that?"

The way things are going is so ridiculous that I don't even know where to start.

Looking back on the past two years, Mr. Wei didn’t seem to have any abnormal behavior. We often didn’t see each other for a long time. Can't wait.

But those eagerness, I used to think of it as "passion-desire".For this reason, I have seriously thought about it, maybe it is because Mr. Wei only has me as a lover.

Thinking about it now, I am a bit dumbfounded, no matter how I open my mouth, it will inevitably be embarrassing.

I stared at Mr. Wei's eyebrows and eyes.

It can be seen that he is still in a good mood.

If the netizen's speculation is not widely spread, if it is not widely known, I can pretend not to know, but according to the speed of online comments, he will know in a short time-maybe not even today.

In that case, it should be impossible to see Mr. Wei secretly happy.

I am serious and call his name: "Mr. Wei."

His deep eyes looked at me fixedly: "What's wrong?"

"you……"

I was struggling with how to speak, when Manager Hu suddenly exclaimed in my ears.

"I go!"

Successfully attracted the attention of everyone at the meeting.

Brother Jian anxiously asked, "What's the matter? Is the other party coming off the stage to bring a new rhythm? Boss Wei has already left the stage himself, and the other party still doesn't give up?"

"No..." Manager Hu hesitated, his eyes wandering, "Yes... it's the new rhythm of Mr. Wei on the Internet."

Brother Jian: "...?"

When the others heard this, they didn't even dare to make a sound.

I can understand why they do this. Mr. Wei doesn't appear in public very often because he doesn't like it.Then there was an unexpected "rhythm", and he would only dislike it even more.

Manager Hu continued to hem and haw, vaguely, as if he didn't know how to speak.

Mr. Wei looked coldly: "What's the matter?"

Brother Jian became anxious: "Manager Hu, don't be shy, everyone is waiting, you really don't pay for your life!"

Manager Hu stared, and patted the table: "I can't understand in a few words, I will forward it to the group!"

"Ding-dong-"

The message beep sounded.

Then I saw that familiar post.

Immediately, there was a feeling in my heart that it was so true.

Since Manager Hu vaguely said that there was a rhythm about Mr. Wei on the Internet, my mind was full of Mr. Wei's trumpet.Somehow, I deeply feel that the two are closely related.

As the core of the public relations team, Manager Hu has done countless crisis public relations over the years. If I read the posts, I want to know the views of fans, while he reads the posts to observe the direction of the wind.His public relations experience is very rich, and he must be able to pay attention to any troubles on the Internet.

The focus of the post is not too much, most of them are comments with no real meaning, which can be browsed in a few minutes.

The atmosphere became visibly stagnant.

Mr. Wei read the post first.

We have slept together in the same bed for more than two years, and we have been together day and night recently. I am familiar with many small details of his movements.Even though he was perfectly calm, I could still read the stiffness and awkwardness in his movements.

Mr. Wei peeked at me out of the corner of his eye, and then quickly turned off the lit phone screen, as if trying to cover up something.Afterwards, he straightened his back and put his hands on his knees securely.

After all this was done, he gave me a look to cover up, his strangely colored pupils were extremely innocent.

I:"……"

"Is it a coincidence?" Manager Hu laughed dryly, "President Wei has so many things to do every day, and we usually operate the official personal account. How can we have time to open a small account?"

An employee of the public relations team wondered: "...then, do you want to contact the forum to delete the post?"

At this time, Brother Jian also raised his head.

He looked suspicious, but he didn't agree with Manager Hu's words, but was in a daze, as if he had accepted the possibility that Mr. Wei had a trumpet.

Mr. Wei has not spoken.

Manager Hu said: "...Mr. Wei?"

Mr. Wei was looking at me, but now he looked away guiltily, coughed twice, pretending to be calm and said lightly: "Don't delete it."

Manager Hu nodded: "Yeah, good Wei—huh?"

"Since it was discovered by the netizens themselves, there is no need to delete it." Mr. Wei said righteously, "It's just right, you can blow a gust of wind by the way, expand your influence, and increase the authenticity of the relationship between He Zhi and me."

I:"……"

Manager Hu was obviously also confused, he said in a trance, "Then, shall we hold a press conference directly tonight?"

"Yes." Mr. Wei nodded, "Take care of the reporters."

Manager Hu: "Understood, Mr. Wei can rest assured."

During this process, Mr. Wei never dared to look at me, no matter how calm his face was, his hands were placed on his lap in an orderly manner.There was sweat on the suit pants.

I suddenly felt a little funny.

What is he afraid of.

After the meeting, the two of us were alone, and Mr. Wei became even more nervous.

I looked at him: "Mr. Wei."

Mr. Wei's voice was hoarse, his eyes dodged: "...Huh?"

I asked, "Does Mr. Wei have anything to say?"

Mr. Wei was silent for a long time, and then he stood up as if he was going to die.

He turned on the phone, walked up to me, pointed to the [Zhizhi is my baby] account on it, and said in a slightly accusatory tone: "When I registered my nickname, I originally wanted to register as [Zhizhi is my lover], but someone preempted me. gone."

I:"……"

"There are also [Guardian Zhizhi], [being with Zhizhi], [wanting to marry Zhizhi]...all of them have been registered." Mr. Wei was sullen, "I want to buy an ID, but the other party won't sell it."

I can't laugh or cry.

This is how it ended.

In the evening, I attended the press conference as scheduled.

——With Mr. Wei.

Mr. Wei offered to attend the press conference, which should be a boost to his previous speech, and also a warning to the perpetrators.He sat next to me, with countless cameras, microphones, and spotlights under him. The scene was full of hustle and bustle, and I was calmer than ever.

At the press conference, most of the reporters have already been dealt with, and they are very measured when asking questions, and will not ask tricky questions.

Mr. Wei: "Be serious."

A reporter asked: "Mr. He Zhi, after the scandal about you emerged, many people in the inner circle came forward to support you. Director Zhang Ming even publicly threatened to ask you to solve the problem quickly. He is waiting for you on the set. Regarding this, what do you have? What do you think?"

"I am very grateful for everyone's trust in me. I will continue to work hard in the new play and live up to everyone's expectations."

……

The reporters at the scene asked me a lot of questions, until Mr. Wei's face became colder and colder, and the manager Hu at the side reminded me that the first reporter handed the microphone to Mr. Wei, and asked carefully: "Mr. Said that you are not only He Zhi's lover, but also his "little fan". Do you have anything to say about what happened in the past two days?"

"Everyone should know what I want to say."

Mr. Wei's face was stern, and he said solemnly——

"Lichi, it's true."