The daily life of the popular celebrity ex

Zhu Jun woke up from the cold the next day.

His villa is heated by electric heat, and the community where he lives has not had a power outage for ten consecutive years. For some reason, the power went out today.

The clock showed 04:30 in the morning, and it was pitch black outside the window. Zhu Jun called the property management company with his mobile phone. The 24-hour property management staff had a good attitude, but the feedback he gave was very disturbing—"Sorry , Mr. Zhu, due to power supply problems, our community will experience irregular power outages in the near future."

"My house is heated by electric heating. The Chinese New Year is coming soon. I can't live normally if you operate like this."

"I'm really sorry, but the power bureau is responsible for power supply, and there is nothing we can do. The power outage is not the fault of one community. Most of the communities in our district have all lost power."

Zhu Jun hung up the phone, sneezed, got into the cold quilt for a while, and then called the power bureau. The customer service of the power bureau was also at work, but the feedback given was consistent with that of the property— —It seems that this winter, the heating problem of his house is indeed going to become a problem.

He really didn't want to get up from the bed, but the bed was too cold. He used the flashlight function of his mobile phone to light up a small space in the room. With some difficulty, he pulled out two more quilts and pressed them on his own quilt , He built himself an ugly "nest", got back into the quilt again, and prepared to wait for dawn before finding a new place to live.

Just as he was about to close his eyes, he suddenly heard the sound of a car approaching from far to near. After a while, the car heard the sound outside the gate of his house, so Zhu Jun realized that An Rui had arrived.

The door was opened by the key, and there was a creaking sound, perhaps because the world was too quiet, Zhu Jun was lying on the bed, and could hear these small voices.

An Rui opened the door, called the intelligent system, and tried the manual switch downstairs, then he shouted "Why is it so cold", and said "tsk" again, saying, "It seems that the power is out."

Listening to An Rui's footsteps, Zhu Jun curled up in the bed and pretended to be asleep.

An Rui didn't knock on the door, but gently opened the door, Zhu Jun felt the light source through his eyelids - An Rui also turned on the flashlight function of his mobile phone, and An Rui was already standing by his bed.

"Zhu Jun, are you still awake?"

An Rui's voice was nice, Zhu Jun closed his eyes and continued to pretend to be asleep, without any response.

"..."

An Rui stopped talking, he gently helped Zhu Jun arrange the three quilts on the bed to make sure that the other party was more comfortable, and then quietly left the room.

As soon as An Rui closed the door, Zhu Jun opened his eyes. He listened to An Rui talking on the phone in a low voice through the door. He mentioned "UPS power supply" and seemed to be trying to solve the power supply problem.

He was also very familiar, and after a while, he fell asleep again.

When Zhu Jun woke up again, there was only one quilt left on the bed, and the temperature in the room was very high. It seemed that the electric heating system had started working again.

He lifted the quilt and found that his pajamas and the changed underwear were neatly placed on the bedside table. He didn't refuse this kindness, so he took off all his clothes and threw them directly into the bamboo basket.

The plastic slippers I used to wear recently disappeared, replaced by a pair of thick fluffy slippers. Zhu Jun doesn’t remember having such a style at home, maybe it was brought by An Rui, or maybe An Rui just bought it.

Zhu Jun pushed open the door, and he smelled the aroma of food—oh, An Rui is cooking.

He walked into the nearest bathroom, and found that his towels and bath towels were replaced with new ones, the tooth bowl was half filled with cold water, and the toothbrush was already squeezed with toothpaste.

An Rui, is he treating me like a child?

Zhu Jun let out a low laugh, brushed his teeth slowly, and found the packing box of family planning supplies by his hand without any surprise.

Looking at the packing box, Zhu Jun suddenly thought of making fun of others. He thought, if he took a photo of the packing box and posted it on his personal Weibo, even if he didn’t say a word, An Rui would be very happy. It's over.

Don't look at the crazy people who are addicted to CP now, and don't look at the fact that An Rui's fans seem to have "give up resistance" to Zhu Jun, the former sister-in-law. If you leave this layer of paper windows, you will be spurned and disgusted by others, and you will be easily abandoned by the top and capital.

Zhu Jun knows no less than ten ways to kill An Rui, but he doesn't want to do it.

After Zhu Jun took a shower and changed into pajamas, he heard An Rui calling him from downstairs: "Zhu Jun, are you all right, come and eat?"

"Okay." Zhu Jun responded.

When he walked into the dining room, An Rui was serving a meal. He had changed his hairstyle and had makeup on his face, as if he had just returned from the set.

So he asked casually: "Last night was the celebration banquet?"

"Tonight is, and yesterday was the big night scene. After filming the last scene, I drove back."

An Rui put the well-served rice in front of Zhu Jun, and sat down himself.

"So, I left tonight and went directly to drink there?"

Zhu Jun picked up a chopstick of green vegetables, tasted the taste, it was delicious, and still felt familiar.

"If you don't drive me away, I'll push over there." An Rui's voice was very soft, even cautious.

Zhu Jun smiled, took a mouthful of rice, and said slowly: "It's an agreement, don't go back on your word."

An Rui then stopped talking.

This meal was a bit quiet, Zhu Jun glanced out of the window, and called the intelligent system: "Play a song."

"Okay, let's play An Rui's song "That Snow"."

The unfamiliar prelude sounded, Zhu Jun casually asked An Rui: "Have you released a new song?"

"Well, a few singles have been released."

"Really? I haven't paid attention to it for a while, congratulations."

An Rui pursed his lips, his face completely darkened.

"Unhappy?" Zhu Jun asked him deliberately.

"It's okay, are you in a bad mood today?"

"Yeah, I saw you. I don't know why, but I suddenly feel bad."

An Rui didn't seem to be able to answer these words, and the two fell silent again, and An Rui's slightly hoarse singing voice was playing on the stereo.

"I was in the snow, seeing you hugging each other closely, I realized that all the calculations are nothing compared to the three words you love him."

Zhu Jun looked at An Rui with a half-smile, An Rui took a deep breath, and called the intelligent system: "Stop playing."

"Okay, stop playing."

The room returned to deathly silence.

"Sad?" Zhu Jun asked knowingly.

"It's better than never seeing you." An Rui replied gently.

After dinner, Anrui started to tidy up the dining room and kitchen. Zhu Jun opened Weibo with great interest, found a redemption code for listening to songs shared by fans, and went to the music platform to listen to Anrui's new song.

Since the Qingming event, one number can only purchase the right to listen to songs once, but this has not troubled fans at all. Fans quickly summed up the method of registering multiple accounts and the way to buy accounts. "Dehydrated data" becomes too ugly.

Zhu Jun looked at the lyricist An Rui, listened to a few more singles, and suddenly realized that An Rui is really a ruthless person—he wrote several singles with his previous state of mind, and released them one after another Come out, and the song "That Snow" was released just before he and Zhou Lan went abroad--fans who spend money on singles are usually die-hard fans, let die-hard fans know what they like How did the star watch her lover and new lover embrace and kiss in the snow.

Die-hard fans would either stay where they are or go crazy, no wonder they would dig out Zhou Lan's past and spread it vigorously.

Is this by chance?

Or, on purpose?

Zhu Jun already had the answer in his heart, so he felt less pity for An Rui.

He was lying on the soft bed, watching the mindless variety show, laughing loudly.

An Rui knocked on the open door.

Zhu Jun glanced at him, then looked at his clothes, and said casually: "Take it off, get out."

An Rui stood at the door, his figure was a little thin, and he seemed to have lost a lot of weight recently.

He answered "yes" without hesitation, and then began to undress himself.

Everything that happened next seemed to be logical, but there were some differences from the past.

For example, Zhu Jun has never been so brutal and rude to An Rui.

Zhu Jun stepped on An Rui's lips, chest, lower abdomen, and vulnerable places with his feet.

An Rui was shaking so badly, he cried out the pain, but he didn't hide.

He is like a wolf with its claws put away, pretending to be a docile dog, silently enduring everything Zhu Jun gave him.

Zhu Jun picked up the large-capacity cup filled with warm water by the bedside, with a straw inserted into the cup, and the water temperature was just right—it was specially prepared by Anrui for him in advance after estimating the time.

He reached out and grabbed An Rui's newly styled hair, and said to him, "Would you like to stop for a while, I really want to..."

An Rui didn't stop, Zhu Jun didn't contact him either, it was enough for him to make himself comfortable.

The flat sheets became wrinkled and stained with messy things. Their playground moved from the bed to under the bed, and from under the bed to the soft bed in front of the French windows.

Zhu Jun has been abstinent for a long time, and now it seems that An Rui is similar. Zhu Jun lit a cigarette, didn't smoke, and just held it like this.

He said: "You should really let your fans see this despicable look of yours."

He had never said that before, and he knew that saying it would definitely make An Rui sad, he said it on purpose.

An Rui didn't stop moving, his hands supported the armrests of the seat, supporting his body, and Zhu Jun even stingily helped his waist.

After Zhu Jun felt better, he took a few pieces of toilet paper and said in a low voice: "They already knew I was a scumbag, they scolded me online for a long time, and some people even went offline with a sign to block me."

"Really? How do you feel then?"

"I don't feel anything, who told me..."

Who made me love you.

Zhu Jun knew what An Rui wanted to say, but An Rui should have also thought of the agreement between them, and swallowed the words of love.

Zhu Jun watched An Rui limping out of the room - he went to get him dinner.

The author says:

Second watch, good night.