First Love Performance Art [Entertainment]

After returning home from vacation, Mu Ye was taken away by Gu Jiaming to deal with the long backlog of work.

At the end of December, Muye Studio officially signed a contract with Muxing Culture Media.

The studio released an official announcement on Weibo.

[Muye Studio V: From now on, we are a family! @牧星文化media]

Although the netizens are already mentally prepared, the day of the official announcement still aroused heated discussions.

[To tell you the truth, I don’t really understand. Mu Ye Studio has already been operating very maturely, and the artists under it are also developing rapidly. Their own resources are already very capable, so do they still need to rely on the support of the sponsor? 】

[Of course, the more resources, the better. With the backing of big sponsors, the development of the studio will be better and better in the future. This is called a strong alliance]

[Ms. Mu hasn't released a new album for two years, and now he hangs his studio in Muxing Media, maybe he wants to go behind the scenes? 】

[Ah, no, no!We evildoers are still so young, we can still sing for more than ten years!Bah, bah, bah, don't be crow-mouthed! 】

[The number one fanboy is very happy now, the male god has really become his own employee, so why don't you see him whenever you want?Tsk tsk, we are really envious of the rhythm of rich people chasing stars...]

……

Mu Ye went to the studio, while Song Jianchu stayed at home to edit the filmed vlog material, and it was rare for the two of them to spend a day apart.

Song Jianchu sat in front of the computer in the study, made a cup of coffee and put it on the table, and edited the video leisurely.

Without the clingy spirit pestering him all day long, his time seems to be several times longer.

Song Jianchu has also been able to get along with Mint naturally. When he was editing the video, Mint was sleeping on his computer desk, with his belly on his back, and his two front paws on both sides of his small head. His sleeping position was very strange.

In fact, Song Jianchu has always wanted to keep a pet. Before that, he planned to keep a dog, but he gave up the idea after getting sick.

He took a picture of Mint's sleeping posture and sent it to Mu Ye.

Mu Ye replied quickly.

【MY: So cute, help me pinch its meat pad】

【See Chu Song: Good】

Song Jianchu carefully squeezed the mint pink flesh pad, it was soft and tender to the touch, very relaxing.

As if the door to a new world has been opened, the boy with dog-type personality is a little moved.

Song Jianchu lightly pinched it twice, then withdrew his hand restrainedly, thinking that cats seem to be cuter than dogs.

The phone on the table popped up another message.

【MY: Then help me hug the handsome guy next to it】

Song Jianchu was stunned, and hesitantly sent a question mark.

Is it to let him hug himself?

[See Song Song:? 】

[MY: Forget it, the handsome guy will hug me when I go back.There are a lot of things to do today, I may have to go back later, if you think of me, send me a video [heart]]

[Jian Chu: ... Oh. 】

Video is impossible, Song Jianchu didn't want to disturb Mu Ye's work.He thought calmly, it's fine in private, there's no need for two men to be so clingy when there are other people around.

Song Jianchu opened the editing software calmly.

There were a lot of materials shot that day, and it took a lot of time to sort them out. Before I knew it, I sorted them out until the afternoon.

He cut out all the parts where Mu Ye's voice or images appeared, and only kept the material he shot alone. He cut out a 15-minute vlog and uploaded it to Weibo.

There are always people squatting on the Weibo of super Internet celebrities, and within a few minutes of posting the latest vlog, there are already nearly a thousand comments in the comment area.

[Families celebrate Chinese New Year! ! 】

[What is a good day today?It’s a good day for my son to take the initiative to update, my mother’s good boy is a mua~]

[No wonder the next show is so quiet these days, it turns out I went on vacation]

[It’s really fragrant, although it’s a pity that there is no daily show, but this vlog is so good to watch, the daily good son really sucks]

[Hahahaha, this is not a travel vlog, this is clearly an encyclopedia of popular science and demining]

【shock! !The richest man on Weibo is actually the hidden stomach king! ! 】

【The elder son who can eat is so cute】

Although the part about Mu Ye was edited out, some sharp-eyed netizens still found the difference in this vlog.

【Um?Smelly Po doesn't seem to be alone?Who has he been looking at? 】

[Who did my son travel with? 】

[Traveling together, you can also film vlogs with you... What the fuck is Smelly Baby in love? ? 】

【Son, are you in love? 】

[Wait, can't it be the house goddess who hugged my son before and never let go? 】

[Has Weibo's first beauty finally appeared! 】

[Ahhhhhh curious!Who is behind the camera! 】

[Let me have another dream, could it be Mr. Mu hee hee]

……

Song Jianchu briefly glanced at the comment area.

He had expected that he would be seen as having a companion, and when he saw the comments in the comment area, Song Jianchu just sneered and let the fans guess at will, completely ignoring them.

Anyway, they can't figure out the truth even if they burn their brains out.

A month ago, he himself would not have believed in such a thing as traveling with an idol.

After cutting the video and being idle, Song Jianchu thought about it, opened and watched the useless video material one by one, re-edited a full version of the video featuring Mu Ye, and encrypted it carefully.

Song Jianchu cooked himself a simple bowl of noodles for lunch, and Yin Chi sent him a message while eating the noodles.

【Yin Chi: Come to the company when you have time and talk to you about something】

In the afternoon, an appointment was made for a regular checkup at the hospital. Song Jianchu changed his clothes and went out.

The doctor asked him about his recent physical condition as usual: "Have you had any fever or bleeding during this period?"

Song Jianchu said truthfully: "One day I forgot to take my medicine, and I had a nosebleed. I continued to take the medicine and it didn't happen again."

The doctor, surnamed Zhao, is a gentle beauty. He emphasized again: "You must take the medicine on time. The best initial treatment method is to rely on targeted drugs to control, prolong the chronic phase, and let the acute phase come as late as possible."

Song Jianchu nodded: "It won't be broken again."

"Your most obvious symptom now is anemia." Dr. Zhao looked at the boy's slightly pale face worriedly, and said, "Besides, your father and grandfather both have slow-grain type, and both of them have a short course of chronic disease. If it turns urgent within three months, you must control it more carefully, and you must not stop taking medication."

Song Jianchu lowered his eyes: "I know."

"As long as your physical condition is suitable, I suggest you start matching bone marrow transplantation as soon as possible. Only hematopoietic stem cell transplantation can completely cure chronic myelogenous leukemia, and you are still young, so the probability of successful cure is higher and the probability of recurrence is smaller. "Dr. Zhao paused, and said softly: "Although direct relatives have the highest probability of successful matching, if you have no direct relatives to match, you can also consider close relatives or bone marrow bank matching. In the bone marrow bank The probability of successful matching is only one in tens of thousands, it is best to contact close relatives to try."

Song Jianchu was silent for a few seconds, and rubbed the corners of the phone case with his fingertips in his coat pocket: "Okay."

Returning to the car with the medicine prescribed by the doctor, Song Jianchu leaned back on the driver's seat, looking at the pale and dim lights of the hospital parking lot.

After sitting in the car for 5 minutes with nothing to worry about, he took out his phone, opened the address book and looked through it.

Song Jianchu had no close relatives that he could contact.

His mother was the only daughter of a rich and famous lady in the past. His grandmother and grandfather had passed away long ago, and his mother had no relatives that could be contacted.

His father did have a younger brother, who became his guardian after his father passed away, but barely raised his second uncle.The second uncle's family also has a cousin, Song Yan who has now become an enemy.

Without talking to Song Yan, Song Jianchu could imagine how this person would react when he knew he "won the lottery".

Song Yan is now a dog in the water, and he will definitely take the opportunity to hit him hard.

Money was no problem, but Song Jianchu didn't want to give this idiot a chance to stand up.

Are you looking for uncle?

That is the human vampire, the most cold-blooded and inhuman one in the capitalist family.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have occupied the inheritance left by his parents for so many years, but only gave him a few hundred yuan a month for living expenses, and tried his best to earn more interest before the inheritance was officially transferred.

Moreover, this person cherishes his life more than he loves money. He has always been afraid that he will also inherit a disease-causing gene. Donating bone marrow, there is a high probability that he will not do it even if he gives money.

With his finger hanging on the second uncle's name for a long time, Song Jianchu let out a breath and dialed the phone.

"The user you dialed has shut down, sorry, thenumberyou..."

Song Jianchu raised his head and leaned against the seat, and couldn't help laughing.

He almost forgot.

After SUK went bankrupt, this person owed a lot of debts, and left all the mess to his own son. With the last little money, he disappeared from the world, and he might have been smuggled to some small country for refuge by boat.

Putting the phone on the car mount, with a loose and sarcastic smile on the corner of Song Jianchu's mouth, he swiped the screen to find Mu Ye's album to play, and drove the car out of the parking lot.

After not returning to the studio for a while, Gu Jiaming managed to catch the boss who came to work, and he didn't let him go until ten o'clock in the evening.

"You have to hurry up and prepare for your new album." Gu Jiaming brought a cup of tea with his shirt sleeves rolled up, and asked worriedly, "Have you not been inspired recently?"

Mu Ye took a sip of tea, picked up his phone to check, and said absently: "This time there should be no problem."

The top chat box was very quiet, and there was no reply to the messages he sent after noon.

"Really? That's great!" Gu Jiaming said excitedly, "Come on, try to distribute it next year!"

Mu Ye sent another message to the little gold master.

[MY: Asleep? 】

After waiting for a few seconds, there was still no reply.

Mu Ye slightly frowned.

"You've been stuck for too long this time." Gu Jiaming felt relieved: "If you don't release a new album, your fans will organize a group to smash the studio's door."

"Can I go?" Mu Ye raised his head and asked.

"It's ok." Gu Jiaming said: "I'll take care of the rest. I've worked hard today, so go back and accompany the benefactor. There will be a publicity event in a few days, and I will pick you up then."

"Okay, you've worked hard too." Mu Ye got up, picked up his coat and put it on his arm.

"Hey, this is urgent for you. Have you found the sponsor?" Gu Jiaming looked at the big boss who was hurrying out, and said with a meaningful smile: "Sure enough, big business is more important."

Mu Ye took the elevator downstairs and went to the studio's parking lot to pick up his car. When the elevator door opened, he called Song Jianchu.

Just dialed, the phone rang in the quiet parking lot.

Mu Ye followed the voice and looked over, with a gentle smile on his face, and walked over quickly: "Chu Chu."

Song Jianchu held a lollipop in his mouth, and was lazily leaning on the car to take out his mobile phone from his pocket, when he heard footsteps and raised his eyes from under the brim of his hat that was pressed down very low.

In the parking lot of his own studio, he didn't have to worry about being seen. Mu Ye hugged him directly, buried his head in inhaling the boy's clean breath, which had a bit of fruity candy flavor.

After hugging hard for a few seconds, Mu Ye relaxed, turned the brim of the boy's hat covering his face to the back, and looked at the man he hadn't seen all day: "Why didn't you reply to the message?"

Song Jianchu smiled shallowly: "I didn't see it."

The parking lot was a bit cold, Mu Ye touched the boy's cold face, and frowned slightly: "How long have you been waiting, why don't you go up?"

Song Jianchu: "I'm afraid to disturb you."

Mu Ye warmed his cold face with his hands, and said with a smile, "No, you are the sponsor of the entire studio now, and I am yours, so what are you afraid of? Next time you come here, just go straight up."

Song Jianchu gave a low "hmm".

Mu Ye took Song Jianchu's hand and said happily, "Let's go home."

Song Jianchu suddenly grabbed him: "Teacher Mu."

Mu Ye stopped: "Huh?"

Song Jianchu took out the lollipop in his mouth and looked at his face: "Kiss, is it okay?"

Because of the kiss in the ghost building last time, Mu Ye knew that the little fan didn't like to make out very much outside, so he has been very restrained since then.

Mu Ye was a little surprised, his eyes fell on the boy's pale lips unconsciously, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly: "Here?"

Song Jianchu's face was calm: "Yes."

It was the first time that the patron asked for a kiss, and Mu Ye lowered his head without hesitation for a second.

The boy's lips were also cool.

The lips are very soft, stained with the sweet and sour taste of berries.

The touch is too delicate, as if it will break if touched.

Mu Ye unconsciously relaxed the strength of sucking the kiss.

He carefully held the boy's face, attracted by the sweet taste, repeatedly licked the cold and tender lips, searching for the last bit of sweetness.

I was about to poke into the crack of my lips itchingly.

The slippery tongue was half a second faster than him, reaching his teeth with a more direct sweet taste.

Mu Ye's eyelashes fluttered for a moment, and he immediately opened his mouth in conjunction with it, allowing the boy's tongue to penetrate smoothly.

Feeling the active and jerky kissing technique, Mu Ye breathed heavily, greeted him enthusiastically, pinched his waist and carried him onto the front of the car.

After kissing for 10 minutes, afraid that Song Jianchu would catch a cold, Mu Ye restrained himself and backed away.

It was winter, and white mist spread from the separated lips of the two.

Mu Ye's eyes darkened, he wiped away the moisture on the boy's lips with the back of his hand, and hugged him off the front of the car, his voice hoarse: "It's cold."

Song Jianchu stretched out his arms to hug him, and buried his face in his shoulder.Even though she was doing such an intimate thing with him, she still asked politely, "Can I kiss you again?"

Mu Ye was so soft-hearted, he lowered his head and kissed the mouth of the person in his arms, pulled the zipper of Song Jianchu's jacket to the top, and coaxed gently: "Hey, I'm going to catch a cold. Go home first, and you can do whatever you want when you go back."

Song Jianchu looked into his eyes and suddenly said, "Mr. Mu, your eyes are very beautiful."

Mu Ye was startled.

Feeling the crazy beating in his chest, Mu Ye paused for a few seconds, exhaled a hot white mist, and laughed: "Really?"

"Hmm." Song Jianchu raised his hand miraculously, and lightly touched the corner of his eyes with cool fingertips: "It's snowing inside."