Are sand sculpture trench fans distracted today?

As Su Changle's birthday is approaching, it is obvious that the half-finished songwriting career has to be gradually put on the agenda.

Song Nuan was so busy these two days that she spent a whole day at Wan Yu'an's place, and she still had to find ways to make up a suitable reason to run out of the apartment.

When Su Changle went to the company during the day, it was okay to say, after all, he didn't know where he was staying.But every time someone comes back from get off work, if they are still not there every time, there must be a decent explanation.

Seeing this person lay down on the small sofa exhausted physically and mentally after another suspicious phone call from General Manager Su, while whining: "It's over, it must have been revealed." Wan Yu'an thought it was very funny.

He rolled the scrap paper that the two of them had written just now into a paper tube and tapped Song Nuan's calf, and asked dumbfoundedly, "What's the matter, are you constantly checking posts every day?"

"Probably because I don't trust you."

Song Nuan looked up and sighed faintly: "It's a mistake, he shouldn't have let him know that we are roommates."

"That's all secondary. Isn't the most important thing the time you were injured, and I helped you walk out of the interview room and you were bumped into?"

Wan Yu'an shook his head and brought up another matter, as if he had thought of something, he was suddenly happy: "To be honest, you were trying to use CP to stir up CP. Are you tired of seeing Si Nuan?"

"More than that, just looking at Nie Size himself is enough to worry me. Who knows why the little girl is so obsessed with the little wolf dog of the next year."

Song Nuan felt a headache when she thought about it. After all, it involved the resumption of work after the spring of next year, and she had to pretend to be a brother and a family on stage.

He took out a cigarette from his pocket, and the moment he lit it, he suddenly realized an important thing, and looked at it with great interest: "Hey, I remember you are two months older than me. If it’s hot, does it mean that my name can be in front of the group cp?”

Wan Yu'an froze for a moment, then turned his head to another direction: "...Probably."

Out of the friendship of friends for many years, he really didn't want to tell Song Nuan that this thing actually depends on the image and temperament.

And it is not the characteristics of the idol itself, it depends on what he looks like in the eyes of the public.

For example, Song Nuan, although the real person seems to be the most ruffian in the past, but in the eyes of the majority of netizens, he is a cute little girl who loves to blow hair.

So this is doomed that he will always be the one who is suppressed in the fansites secretly written by fans.

"Hey, let me ask you something."

No matter how difficult the work is, it will always be completed one day.Song Nuan turned over and sat up and dusted the ashes in the trash can, thinking that today would be the day when the song she wrote for Su Changle would be finished.

"I didn't think well about asking Meng Lianxiong to pick you up on the set. I apologize, but you also understand that this kind of thing can't be hidden for too long. I really don't have such a big hat to provoke discord in the team. You can't put it on without making a sound."

Before Song Nuan, who had a knot in her heart, could organize her words and express what she really wanted to say, Wan Yu'an had already interrupted, and gave an answer in a helpless tone.

He usually likes to wear a little more formal clothes, even for completely private occasions, most of them are straight shirts, and he has his own aura bonus when he stops casually.

Song Nuan originally thought that this kind of dishonorable matter, even if the truth was not what Nie Size said, Meng Lianxiong would at least look awkward and embarrassed, but he really didn't expect this person to reject it so neatly.

Things like this kind of expressing their own opinions are actually to see who is the first to be confident.

Song Nuan hadn't won a serious fight when he quarreled, and of course he had nothing to say now that he was denied.

So he put the cigarette back into his mouth again, and squeezed out words from between his teeth: "...you know what I'm going to say."

"Of course, you have written that little thought on your face."

Meng Lianxuan stretched out his hand to flick his brains, and then took two steps back to smooth out the wrinkles on his clothes.

"I've inquired about Han Zijing's reputation, and I was a little worried about whether he would do anything at the finale banquet. But I couldn't leave that day, so I asked Meng Lianyu to pick him up by car...I didn't expect the general manager to come too."

He bowed deeply and earnestly like he did to fans after the performance: "I'm sorry, Xiao Nuan."

"Fuck! What are you doing?"

Song Nuan was startled, jumped up from the sofa, and even threw the unburned cigarette in her hand to the side.

"That... I just asked casually, of course I know who has treated me all these years."

The trainee debuted in two years and four and a half years, Song Nuan's bad temper never blush in front of Wan Yu'an once.He frantically helped the other person's arm to make him straighten up, a little wondering if he really thought too much.

"It's true that I didn't guess this matter, and I've been looking for an opportunity to tell you about it, but I didn't expect Nie Size to bring it up first."

Wan Yu'an shook his head and spread his hands, and sighed softly: "So you see, if you really did something wrong, you have to come out and explain it yourself."

He turned around and turned off the computer, and nodded slightly at Song Nuan: "I will send you the finished product after everything is processed, and it will be fine to release it to the general manager on your birthday."

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"...So you were surprised by this bow, and let him flip through this in a mess?"

Su Changle just held the last staff meeting of the year at the company today, discussing meritorious deeds and sending out a bunch of red envelopes, leaving get off work much earlier than usual.

He wanted to pick up Song Nuan when he got to the location, and while turning the steering wheel, he asked in amazement while listening to the retelling of the scene just now.

"I feel... that if you have done this, there should be nothing to believe in."

Song Nuan himself thought over and over again about the conversation between the two just now, but his tone was not very reasonable.

"No, then why are you asking me?"

Su Changle felt a little wanting to laugh, and while there were not many pedestrians on the road, he turned his head and glanced at him: "Repeat the things that have already been concluded in my heart. Do you want to replay after playing video games?"

"The more I think about it, the more something is wrong, but I'm still not sure. I plan to ask you."

Song Nuan paused for two seconds at this point, and added with a flat mouth: "If you don't want to talk about it, forget it."

Su Changle's birthday is approaching, and he doesn't want to make any troubles again.

But this person usually speaks lightly and casually, and when he encounters something he doesn't understand, his words seem to be tingly, which sounds a bit irritating.

"Hey, that's fine."

Su Changle could hear a little grievance from the tail of his words, guessing that the little star would feel embarrassed if he pointed it out, so he hurriedly made a fake cough to get over it: "What do you think is wrong?"

"Like you said, it feels like it's over somehow."

Song Nuan's focus was still on the matter itself. After hearing this sentence, she immediately put the little unhappiness just behind her.

When he couldn't figure it out, he wanted to look for cigarettes again. He dug out the box and opened it, only to find that the one that was in Wan Yu'an's place before was the last one.Immediately, he couldn't help but smashed the blank under the car window with a little force, and cursed dirty.

"It smells pretty bad, don't get addicted to it when you're young."

Su Changle noticed the movement here, subconsciously frowned and reminded: "Aren't you a singer, you must be careful."

"I asked someone specifically, and apart from the possibility of losing two years of life, it doesn't have much impact on the voice."

Song Nuan was still troubled. Hearing this, she felt that the other party was meddling in other people's business. When she replied, she couldn't hold back the sparks in her heart: "If you really want to be big, break up and hide me as soon as possible, otherwise, don't talk to me in front of you." Boss airs, are you disgusting?"

"You call this putting on airs?"

He hasn't been pushed like this in many years. When he first heard it, he almost thought he was dreaming: "Whenever you care, you can be interpreted like this. You really gave me a lot of insight."

It was not very safe for the two emotionally unstable people to continue driving like this, so he simply pulled over and stopped, turned off the engine and focused on facing Song Nuan.

"Come on, say it again, let me hear what you think."

Su Changle recalled the past with his fingers, but he couldn't dig out another person who took his kindness as a donkey's liver and lungs from the depths of his memory, so that for a while he didn't feel too angry, and just went to shock.

But in fact, Song Nuan's fire came and went quickly, or in fact, the moment he blurted out without thinking, he had already started to regret it.

"No... that's not the case."

He had heard Deng Qixia tell how scary it was when Su Changle got angry because of internal strife in the company. I didn't take it to heart either.

But this time, he directly faced himself, and the sense of picture could not be stronger.

He unbuckled his seat belt and got closer to Su Changle, stretched out his hand to grab Su Changle's sleeve, his arrogance suddenly dropped to the horizontal line, and he said bravely: "I just said nonsense, don't take it seriously."

"Changle..."

"Xiao Nuan, you are really mad at me today."

Su Changle grabbed his hand and held it in the palm of his hand, sighed and said: "It's okay to lose your temper in front of me, but can you change your temper a little bit, I'm really not afraid of being used in the future and saying you are playing big cards."

"The discussion can't be suppressed. The most I can do is to block the mouths of the media reporters. No one can control the free play of netizens, even if they sue."

The little star looked fierce and reticent, but in fact it was easy to listen to what he said as long as he calmed down.

Seeing the guilty look of the person's head hanging lower and lower, Su Changle knew that he was not wasting his saliva.

After he paused for a while, he stopped talking about public opinion, and just smacked his knee against the crotch: "We also talked about it that night, I am not the elegant young master you imagined from a young age, I can't think of a solution for civilized people. Next time, it's just like today...you know what I mean."