The gold master is my diehard fan

Song Qingwen finished the meal tastelessly, and sent the bowl back to the kitchen to wash it. The fine water from the faucet flowed, washed on the white porcelain bowl, and splashed on Song Qingwen's sleeve.

He looked at the pool and was a little distracted. After leaving the camera, Song Qingwen's emotions poured out, and he sniffed lightly. A sense of loss came from nowhere.

Footsteps came from behind, and before Song Qingwen could turn his head, he was lightly wrapped around his waist. He bowed his head in surprise, clasped his hands in front of his waist, and a familiar aura came over him. He didn't need to turn his head to know who it was.

"What are you doing?" Song Qingwen broke free and turned to leave, but the next second he was hit by a brute force against the wall. Immediately after that, Liang Sheng pressed him so that he could not move, and pressed hard between his teeth. He bit his red lips, and the smell of blood diffused instantly, and Liang Sheng got up.

He looked at Song Qingwen's humiliated appearance, and felt an inexplicable desire. His eyes touched Song Qingwen's bleeding lips, and Liang Sheng squinted his eyes and couldn't help feeling a little restless.

"You must be sick." Song Qingwen glared at him fiercely, suppressing his voice, because there was someone with a camera just across the door.

Seeing Song Qingwen wiping the corners of his mouth, Liang Sheng turned around, feeling a little disappointed. He and Wu Mingxiu just used a pair of chopsticks, but now they dislike their own saliva. Song Qingwen is really cold.

Song Qingwen wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, and walked out without looking back. Liang Sheng clenched his fists, but there was nothing he could do.

Today, it got out of control again. I had planned to conquer Song Qingwen step by step, but because of a piece of broken fish, there was chaos.

He rubbed his brows lightly, facing matters related to Song Qingwen, he couldn't make a plan anyway, because Song Qingwen was an unpredictable factor.

The live broadcast ended at [-]:[-] pm. At this time, Song Qingwen was already very tired. He went to the room and lay down on the bed, looking up at the chandelier.

Such an environment is very suitable for thinking. Song Qingwen began to think about the abnormal relationship between himself and Liang Sheng.

Obviously the end was said by myself, but now the strangeness in my heart is because of that?

He took a deep breath, his chest heaved violently, the wind came out from the open window, and the thin window screen fluttered slightly. Song Qingwen got up and walked over, opened the window, and the window was facing Liang Sheng's house, looking clearly at the second floor Lights on.

He watched in rapt attention, now that the weather has turned cold, it is still a bit chilly after being blown by the wind for a while at night.

His body trembled slightly, and Song Qingwen closed the window to wash up. His nose was sore, and he sneezed heavily.

Liang Sheng was standing by the bed, and he dared to step forward when the opposite window was closed. Looking at the warm yellow light, he was a little dazed. Why did Song Qingwen stare at his window in a daze?Does he really care about himself, a little bit...

On the second day of filming, Song Qingwen's crew had to rush back, so they took a day off and drove back early in the morning.

There were not many vehicles on the suburban roads. Song Qingwen had a cold, wrapped in a thick coat, leaning against the backrest feeling tired and drowsy.

With a sudden and violent impact, Song Qingwen's head slammed forward fiercely, and then there was a warm current on his forehead. He raised his hand to touch it, and his hand was bloody, and then his eyes went dark, and he lost consciousness.

When Song Qingwen woke up again, he was already wrapped in bandages and lying in a ward filled with the smell of disinfectant. Liang Sheng was sitting on the side, and when he saw him wake up, he immediately handed him water.

Song Qingwen stood up with his head supported, took the water glass, sipped lightly, and moistened his chapped lips.

"How do you feel? A slight bump and a cold, nothing serious."

Liang Sheng took the water glass back and put it on the table beside him. Song Qingwen stared at the TV, a little surprised.

News broadcast inside:

At 35:[-] this morning, the police in our city were chasing a fugitive with all their strength. On the way of the fugitive’s escape, an artist named Song Qingwen stepped forward and bravely intercepted him, helping the police successfully chase down the criminal who had fled for half a year. According to the latest interview , Song Qingwen was injured and admitted to the hospital, and there is no serious problem. I hope that the general public will take this as an example, and everyone is responsible for a harmonious society.

"What do you mean?" Song Qingwen turned his head suspiciously.

Liang Sheng smiled: "It's nothing, just beautify it a little bit to improve your public image."

"You're deceiving the public." Song Qingwen frowned. He obviously had a car accident by chance, so why did he get involved with legal news?

Liang Sheng looked at his angry appearance, and touched his tightly wrapped head: "Oh, I was wrong, why don't you dare to do it next time?"

This look of coaxing the child left Song Qingwen speechless, after all, he didn't reach out to hit the smiling face.