After arguing with the wealthy husband

Rong Yan's tired voice came from the receiver, "Going back to the hotel?"

Yi Ran felt inexplicably being checked by her husband, so she quickly sat up straight and nodded sincerely, "Well, I just came back."

"..." There was a long silence on the other end of the phone, only his breathing could be vaguely heard.

His flammable heart was in dull pain, he lowered his eyebrows and stared at the sheets, his voice was gentle and soft, "Sleep, I will accompany you."

"……it is good."

The phone was connected until after six o'clock in the morning. Yi Ran was too exhausted and fell asleep before Rong Yan could fall asleep.Listening to the well-proportioned breathing on the other end of the phone, Mr. Rong felt a warm current flow through his heart.

Although he had met him during the day, he still hoped that that person would lie beside him now, that he could hold him, and hear him whisper in his ear, "Sleep, I'll be here with you."

Thinking of this, Rong Yan laughed at himself.It turns out that I have become so dependent on flammable invisibly.That's right, since that person broke into his own world, he has felt the only sweetness in his boring life.

He quietly listened to the sound of breathing coming from the phone. After an unknown period of time, his eyelids became heavy and he fell into a deep sleep...

When Yi Ran woke up, it was almost noon.He turned off the microphone lightly, for fear of disturbing Rong Yan who was still sleeping.

An Li just happened to bring lunch over.

His role is in the afternoon, so I slept a little longer today.What's more, he was criticized by Jiang Jie last night because of his poor condition, and was asked to take a good rest and refresh himself.

It can be seen that Director Jiang is still very concerned about the role of Qu Zhanchen. After all, the high quality of a drama is not only reflected in the script and post-production of the crew, but also the acting skills and performance status of each actor.

Although Director Jiang, who has high demands on all aspects, suddenly decided to make an online drama is surprising, but everyone knows that his requirements will not be lowered because of this, everyone is trembling, and adjusts himself at any time. to the best of shape.

Although the same is true for flammable, it is still not enough for Director Jiang to be picky.

"Let's have something to eat. Director Jiang told you to come to the set before two o'clock in the afternoon." An Li put all the food on the table, and she went to prepare clothes for him to wear when going out.

Yi Ran nodded in agreement, then looked at the time on his phone, it was almost eleven o'clock, he was too sleepy last night so he went to bed first, and he didn't know what time Rong Yan fell asleep.

Thinking of this, he felt guilty again.

Staring at the call interface of the mobile phone, and then looking at the low power display in the upper right corner, his flammable brows were slightly frowned.

It's not a solution to keep the phone on like this... Before he had time to worry about it, he saw the phone screen flash and then turn into black.

"Huh???" Yi Ran was confused.

An Li, who came over with her clothes, saw that he didn't take a bite of the food, but instead wrinkled his small face at the phone, and paused, "What's wrong?"

"Ah, it's okay, the phone is out of battery, I'm going to charge it." He said he was about to get up.

An Li took the phone over, "Go ahead and eat, I'll charge it for you."

"Ah... okay, thank you, Miss An Li." He shook his frustrated hand uncomfortably, sat down obediently and picked up his chopsticks to eat.

It's just this meal, I don't know the taste.

After eating, Yi Ran went directly to the set with An Li. After all, it took a long time to put on makeup, so he couldn't keep everyone waiting for him.

It was too hasty when they left, and both of them left their charging mobile phones behind.

Yi Ran hugged the script and rushed over directly, only to realize that he forgot to take his mobile phone when he got to the dressing room.

He wanted to go back and get it again, but the makeup teacher had already arrived, and he couldn't leave for a while, and An Li didn't know who called him away, and he was flammable.

"Shall we start putting on makeup now?" The make-up teacher also just took a few bites of food when he saw Flammable, and came directly to the dressing room.

"Ah... good." Yi Ran nodded helplessly, and sat in front of the makeup mirror.

The door of the dressing room was knocked twice, and he raised his eyes to see the dusty Nie Zheng walking in.

"Brother Nie?" Yi Ran called out in surprise.

Nie Zheng nodded politely to the makeup artist behind him, and then walked to Yan Ran, his tone was not very good, "Why don't you answer the phone?"

"Ah... I left my mobile phone in the hotel to charge it, and I forgot to bring it with me."

Nie Zheng didn't speak anymore, and handed him his mobile phone directly, "Have you thought about the fan names? These are for your reference."

"Okay." Yi Ran took the phone obediently, and saw the person in charge of the fan group send him a private message.

"Fuel? Wick? Flame? Fireworks? Sparks? This..." What are these names?

The corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching a few times, and his head was suddenly a little bald.

This year's fans don't seem to be easy to bring...

Nie Zheng glanced at him blankly, "To match your name."

Although he also felt that the meanings of these names were not very good, but if it was for combustibility, these were indeed more suitable.

"Or, do you have a better idea?" Manager Nie sat down beside him, with his long legs crossed.

"..." Yi Ran was silent for a moment. In fact, he didn't think about it, but it was a bit embarrassing for his fans to call these "fireworks and firecrackers" and "thunder.tube.explosive.drug". .

"Do you know that there is a song called "Flammable and Explosive". They all think of it from the word 'burning'." Nie Zheng reminded, and couldn't help but sigh, "Your name is really related to you. completely out of character."

"I like this song very much. But my parents got the name, and I also..." He smiled sheepishly.

It is also because of this name that he always hopes that he can burn, burn, and emit light like the name, no matter when or in what way.

"The meaning of fireworks is good or bad, and firecrackers are not allowed to be released in the urban area..." Manager Nie looked at him with his chin propped up, "Think about it carefully."

Firecrackers?Flammable eyes lit up, "How about calling it popcorn?"

Popcorn... Nie Zheng frowned, and his tone was as cold as ever, "It's not impossible, your fans have the final say, as long as they are happy."

"Well! Then I'll ask their opinions."

Facts have proved that fans have always been willing to come to give their brother a name. That afternoon, the "Popcorn Group" was born in this way.

Yi Ran entered the group chatting with everyone enthusiastically, and spent most of his time climbing the stairs to watch the news that everyone swiped past. Before he had time to say a few words, Nie Zheng took the phone back.

"The filming will start soon, let's read the script first."

"Okay, Brother Nie!"

After chatting with fans, Yi Ran's mood improved obviously. Nie Zheng looked at his energetic look with gentle eyes.

It was the same with the boy from before, he was as happy as a child after knowing that he had fans...

"Why do you think of him again?" Nie Zheng's eyes dimmed suddenly, and the corners of his lips that had just raised up drooped without warning.

Yi Ran, who was about to leave the dressing room, caught a glimpse of his emotional change and couldn't help standing still, "Brother Nie, what's wrong with you, are you feeling unwell?"

"I'm fine, you go, come on." He forced a smile towards Yi Ran.

"Okay, then I'll go." Yi Ran nodded obediently.

"kindness."

The moment the door was closed, the whole dressing room was quiet, and Nie Zheng was the only one left in the room.

He lowered his head and pinched the center of his brows, and kept repeating the scene in the bar yesterday in his mind.

"Nie Yu, when will you be able to look back at He Jinyue?"

"After so many years, haven't you given up yet?"

"What about you, after so many years, have you given up?"

……

Before he met Ge Yufei, he also loved a girl, so he never regarded his feelings for Xiao Fei as love, until when he was packing Ge Yufei's belongings, he saw the love letter he wrote to himself.

He discovered that he didn't reject his feelings for him, and that's when he discovered he was bisexual.And my feelings for Ge Yufei were not as simple as I thought.

It's not that he didn't see the tears in Winnie's eyes that day, and it's not that he couldn't feel her kindness to him, but...he didn't deserve it.

I don't deserve any good things in this world, including love.

Nie Zheng let go of his hands irritably, the phone on the table vibrated suddenly, and a string of unfamiliar but familiar numbers were displayed on the screen.

He frowned and answered the phone, "Hello?"

"Where is it flammable?" Rong Yan's cold voice was a little hoarse, but Nie Zheng could still hear it.

"..." He sneered, "Boss Rong's opening remarks are really different."

"Nie——Nie Zheng," Rong Yan almost called out the name of memory, and paused, "You just need to tell me if he is with you, and whether An is safe."

It happened that he was in a bad mood, and Rong Yan almost stepped on his wound again. Nie Zheng's tone was frighteningly cold at the moment, "Oh, don't you always think it's not safe for him to be with me?"

"...Don't go too far."

"Who is more exaggerated?" Nie Zheng's fingers gently rubbed the calluses on the knuckles of his index fingers, "If I announce the news that he is married, do you think he will become popular faster?"

Rong Yan said in a bad tone, "What do you mean?"

"I just want to tell Mr. Rong to be careful. You didn't announce the marriage news, so the news that broke out will only be about being inflamed and being taken care of by you. He is already under enough pressure because of family affairs, and the criticism he has received is terrible. Mr. Rong, you can't even imagine it with all your 'prodigy' brains. I don't want my artist to bear such a stigma, so please don't appear on the set again in the future."

Rong Yan couldn't help laughing, and the signature pen pinched on the phone rattled, "Please figure it out, Yan Ran is my person first, and then your artist."

"..." Nie Zheng was silent for a while, and his tightly clenched hands suddenly loosened.

"If you want to destroy him, you can continue to do your own thing."

"Nie Yu, are you threatening me?"

"He was filming on the set, and his phone ran out of battery and he left it in the hotel room." After saying this, he hung up the phone resolutely.

Rong Yan wanted to say something more but only heard the busy tone from the handset, he was out of breath for a while, and waved his hand.

The assistant who just opened the door heard a "bang", and his feet trembled in fright. He hasn't seen the boss so angry for a long time.

"Rong, President Rong," the assistant tremblingly walked to Rong Yan's desk, put the folder on the table, and didn't dare to look at the phone on the floor whose screen had been smashed to pieces.

"This is the latest planning of the entertainment company's project, please have a look."

Rong Yan rubbed his forehead, his handsome face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, "Understood, what do the old men on the board of directors say this time?"

"I haven't shown it to the board of directors...do you want me to go now?"

"No, they won't agree to it anyway." Rong Yan gritted his teeth resentfully, and glanced at the phone that had been thrown out of shape on the ground.

"I'll look at the plan later, you go and buy me a mobile phone first and come back."

"Alright Mr. Rong." The assistant promised to go out to buy, but was stopped by him again.

"Wait a minute, I want two copies, exactly the same." Rong Yan frowned and ordered, "Go."

"Ok."

Seeing that the assistant had already left the door, Rong Yan stood up in despair and picked up the phone again. He tried hard to turn it on, but it still failed.

"Damn it! Garbage!" Mr. Rong was so angry that he threw the phone back on the floor with a bang.

The author has something to say: Mr. Rong: The phone must be dead because it is too rubbish!Change, must change, and I have to be a couple!Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution~

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:

3 bottle of Mu Moran;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!