The daily life of the popular celebrity ex

Zhu Jun returned home with two big bags of goods. Although he could take the battery car at the door, he was still out of breath—the fitness card he and An Rui bought together had been dusted for a long time. Zhu Jun lay on the sofa, Feeling like your life is passing by meaninglessly.

When they broke up, An Rui said that if you miss him, you can call him.

Zhu Jun misses him very much, but doesn't want to make this call.

Their breakup was based entirely on rational considerations, and they knew each other that cutting off contact was the best choice.

Zhu Jun doesn't want to let himself be the one who breaks the tacit understanding.

He took off the outer packaging of the yogurt, pierced a box of yogurt with a straw, and took a sip—it was terrible, not his favorite taste.

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I'm tired of the takeaways around. Zhu Jun is seriously considering whether to hire a nanny. He is a little bit misophobic, but there are too few male nanny on the market, even if the price is increased, he can't find a suitable one for a while.

Anrui's agent recently contacted Zhu Jun. The agent is a tall and beautiful woman who works vigorously and will be of great help to Anrui's development.

"You didn't touch the bank card that Anrui gave you." The beauty treated Zhu Jun very well, even gently, "Why don't I just transfer the money to your Alipay, so it's more convenient for you to spend? "

"Sister Qin, I'm not short of money." Zhu Jun rubbed his nose, a little helpless, "I'm enough to support myself, why spend his money."

"Didn't he rely on you to support him in the past? Why, are you reluctant to spend his money now?" The manager said with a bit of resentment, "He has made a lot of money recently, and I will transfer it to you every month. It's nothing."

"I didn't raise him, I just lent him a place to live," Zhu Jun said nonsense with his eyes open, but he was always cautious in matters related to Anrui and didn't want to reveal too much, "I'm not short of money, either. You can tell him to stop turning."

"What if I said that my call was actually meant by An Rui?" The agent sighed, "He knows you didn't use his money, and he hasn't slept well these days."

"That's because he wasn't sleepy enough," Zhu Jun didn't accept this, "When he was sleepy and tired, he fell asleep."

"Then the money..."

"No need."

"Then An Rui..."

"If he is still struggling with this matter, you might as well tell him that your fans are saving money for you, not for you to spend money to support your ex-boyfriend."

"... I wish you all the best!"

"Sister Qin, don't say anything you don't believe."

Zhu Jun lay on the soft lazy sofa, pretending to be a boneless cat.

"Anyway, remember to use the money, and I'll transfer you a new one right away." The agent quickly hung up the phone, as if he didn't want to hear Zhu Jun's heart-wrenching truth.

Zhu Jun sighed, slowed down for a while, and went to take a bath slowly.

The things on the shelf are still in pairs, and Zhu Jun even found the half-used cover.

Two months is not a long time, and there still seems to be An Rui's breath in the air-sometimes Zhu Jun will have the illusion that he and An Rui have not broken up, and An Rui has just gone to other places to film, wait for him When they come back, they can nest together in the beanbag sofa, spend time together, and live happily.

But this illusion is illogical. Since Anrui became popular more than a year ago, they get together less often and leave more often. Most of the places where they meet are in hotels with tight security. Even if they are in the same room, the thick curtains must be drawn tightly. Reality.

At first, Zhu Jun felt that they were having an affair. Later, Zhu Jun felt that he was a human-shaped pendant to solve physiological problems. They lingered in the middle of the night and parted before dawn. kiss.

The world seems to be full of cameras. Zhu Jun sometimes walks alone on the road and can’t help but look around—he’s afraid that someone is secretly taking pictures of him, and he’s afraid that he will appear in other people’s mobile phones. A knife to Anrui.

Fortunately, such days, with their breakup, finally came to an end.

After taking a shower, Zhu Jun changed into fresh clothes and was about to go out to have a look.

He got on the battery car that stopped at the waving, and arrived at the entrance of the community smoothly. The big screen on the tall building not far away was changed, and the brand was changed, but the person who took the advertisement was still An Rui. It seemed to be a new picture. Rui has a cold and hard temperament, combined with his recent participation in military dramas, Zhu Jun guesses that he has already entered the drama.

Pushing the shopping cart, he wandered aimlessly in a supermarket with few people. When he passed the yogurt section, he found that a male salesperson had changed.

Zhu Jun hesitated for less than three seconds, put two boxes of yogurt in his shopping cart, and asked the salesperson softly: "Where is the boy who sold goods here before? Going back to college?"

"Hey, where did he go to college?" The man looked disdainful, "He was dropped out after he finished high school, and his family didn't have much money. He hated the lack of money here, so he didn't know which hotel to serve dishes."

"How could I be expelled from school..."

"How do I know that, I'm not familiar with him."

"Then do you have his contact information? Can you give it to me?"

"This……"

"I'll buy six more boxes of yogurt."

"Okay, I'll give you his contact information, don't say I gave it to you."

"it is good."

Zhu Jun took the yogurt to pay the bill with some difficulty, and went out and gave the yogurt to the sanitation workers outside, because there was a bit of social fear recently, and when the things were stuffed, he ran quickly without saying a word.

His palms were sweating, and he wiped them off with a tissue before taking out his phone, staring at the boy's contact information on the screen in a daze.

He remembered that a few years ago, on such a hot afternoon, he saw the news on the Internet, anxiously called An Rui, and asked him, "Where are you, I'll pick you up."

Time goes by, but Zhu Jun seems to have stepped into the same river and embarked on a road that is almost the same as in the past.

This time, the hand that pressed the dial button did not shake. He waited for a few seconds, and after hearing an unfamiliar voice, he said, "Zhou Lan, we met in the supermarket the other day, and you need my help." Is it?"

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"An Rui, I'm your fan. We ate skewers together last time. I saw the news on the Internet. Where are you? I'll find you?"

An Rui woke up all of a sudden. He lay on the makeup chair, looked at his strange and delicate face in the mirror, and fell silent for a few seconds.

The makeup artist was very slippery, and immediately said: "Is the makeup a bit heavy, do you have a better idea?"

"No, that's fine." An Rui's gaze moved slightly, and he met the manager's slightly worried gaze from the mirror.

"Wang Qin, what's the matter?"

"Jin Mengmeng's manager just called me and wanted to hype CP with you."

"..."

"...Then I'm going to reject her?"

"Promise," An Rui closed his eyes, and the fingers of his right hand clenched the handle of the chair, "promise her."

"it is good."