The daily life of the popular celebrity ex

"It's kind of scary."

Zhu Jun told the truth without saying the second half of the sentence.

—but I don't hate it.

Zhu Jun used to have countless times, wanting to go back to the night when he and An Rui were in chaos, to prevent himself from getting lost in love, he wanted to tell him in the past: "An Rui is still young, he may not know what liking is, you Sleeping with him now, he will become extremely extreme in the future, you will break up in the future, he will become annoying to you, and you will become entangled, so, stop, don't sleep."

But it was the first time for him, he wanted to go back to the past, patted An Rui on the shoulder, and told him: "Just confess to Zhu Jun directly, he is very soft-hearted, and will definitely give you a chance to try. You You look so good-looking, and your personality is so good, you two face each other day and night, get along day and night, and you will become lovers very smoothly, and when you confess to each other, you can sleep as many times as you want, why rush for a while?"

But Zhu Jun can't travel through time, and time can't be turned back.

He would only say indifferently, "You can eat it yourself" when An Rui looked at him eagerly and asked him "Do you want to eat another orange?"

--

Zhu Jun returned An Rui's mobile phone to him. He had already recorded the IDs of several small accounts of An Rui, and he also knew the password. It would be convenient to log in with his mobile phone later.

He didn't mention the past with An Rui, he was afraid that if he did, if An Rui hugged him and cried, he would be reluctant to leave.

He did soften his heart, but he wasn't sure whether he still liked An Rui or not.His world, even without An Rui, seems to be able to function normally. An Rui is no longer an indispensable existence for him like it was a few years ago.

"Don't think so much," An Rui said almost coquettishly like a roundworm in Zhu Jun's stomach, "It's very good, very good, very good if you promise to let me chase you again. Let's forget it together In the past, try to start again, okay?"

Zhu Jun seldom sees An Rui like this, he even suspects that the other party has become addicted to drama and is acting like a coquettish wife, but to be honest, he really likes this.

"Ah."

"Can I say hello?"

"……it is good."

An Rui sent the peeled oranges to Zhu Jun again, and said softly, "The shreds of the oranges are all picked."

Zhu Jun reached out and picked up the orange peel that was also in An Rui's palm, hit An Rui's forehead with the orange peel, and threw it into the trash can. He said, "Eat yours."

--

Zhu Jun logged in to his Weibo after a long time—the life account widely known by the fan circle. He looked at the comment area, and most of An Rui’s fans were checking in. They were asking him if he could let An Rui post Take a selfie, or, he takes a picture of An Rui.

——So the fans really deduced from the clues that they are now together.

"Send a selfie?"

"Okay."

"So cute."

"Don't you want to be my agent, of course I want to listen to you."

"Who wants to be your manager?"

"At least I've thought about it, I saw the information about the agent certificate that you prepared for the exam at home."

"That was also once."

"But Wang Qin is really unreliable. She can concentrate on business matching," An Rui changed the subject, "I need a more professional agent."

"Go dig one with a high salary." There is no way to discuss this matter with Zhu Jun. "I have already found the job I want to do."

"Being a screenwriter?"

"No, write novels." Zhu Jun is very self-aware, "The threshold for screenwriting is too high. I have to deal with many people in China as a screenwriter. I can't bear it. I can do it at home if I have a part-time job. life, I can be a wife who produces food or something, after all, what fans want to see, I can't be more clear..."

An Rui was rarely choked, and after a while, he said, "Your idea is very interesting."

"I still have to study abroad for half a year. I have already paid the tuition fee. It is impossible not to finish the study. Although you can chase me, I still suggest that you go back to China to finish the urgent work and then find a way to go abroad."

"...You seem to be very afraid that I won't do my job well, and then I will get confused."

"To be honest, you've been confused a lot, and now it's all due to your previous blood." Zhu Jun said whatever he wanted, but he didn't show mercy to An Rui, "Work hard, you are in this situation now , Attracting krypton gold fighting fans is already very difficult, shoot more movies, accumulate some passerby fans, and still enjoy the bonus of traffic for a few years, after that, it will be expired traffic and unknown actors.”

"My business ability seems to be okay."

"Are those two brushes of yours comparable to the trophy with a cupboard?" Zhu Jun stared at his face for a while, and made a subjective judgment, "Your face is so beautiful, it was fine when you were young Well, when you get older, you won't be considered a movie face, and it will be very difficult to judge awards at that time, so I guess you'll have to pretend to be ugly on purpose."

"Are you rekindling a little liking for me?"

"No, it's just a ruthless complaint and blind advice from a passer-by in the fan circle."

An Rui gave a low laugh, he stared at Zhu Jun, and after a while, he said, "I really can't bear to leave you."

"You are confused, you are ruining my heart for so many years."

"Before, you didn't seem to care about me."

"If you can't see it, of course you don't care."

"You are very indifferent to me. I have been hospitalized several times, but you will not come over."

"I remember I still went."

"That's because you see that I'm dying. When you're sure I can't die, you leave."

"You messed up my life, treated fans as tools, and turned yourself into a lunatic. I really hated you at that time."

"Do you still hate it now?"

"What do you think?" Zhu Jun sighed and looked at An Rui, "I had no love or hatred at first, and I was about to be completely liberated, but before I was liberated, you would be gone."

An Ruiqiang kept his composure, changed the subject, and asked, "Zhu Jun, what kind of pursuit do you like?"

The author says:

Good night.