Rebirth of the King

When the doorbell rang, many guesses flashed through An Cheng's heart, but when he saw the stranger outside the door, he was still slightly taken aback.

The man looked a little old, at least in his 50s, but when he raised his head, An Cheng was startled.

It's just because he really remembers this person, the father of Zhong Mingxi's body.

Such an identity, suddenly appearing at this time, in any case has a bit of warning.

While An Cheng was hesitating, the phone rang——

The person outside the door held up the phone, and his voice was slightly heavy: "What? You didn't even answer my door?"

Zhong Yulin.

Ancheng could only open the door while thinking of countermeasures from the bottom of his heart. He was able to deceive too many people just because those people were not like Zhong Mingxi's parents.

How familiar is Zhong Yulin with Zhong Mingxi?What was the previous relationship like?

An Cheng knew nothing about these things.

He could only hope that Zhong Yulin, who didn't even show his son to the hospital, would understand him a little less.

"I heard that you were admitted to the hospital before, and now something like this happened again," Zhong Yulin sat down on the sofa, even though he was a little lower than Ancheng, his eyes were still heavy, and Ancheng felt a little uncomfortable under the pressure, " Don't you regret entering the entertainment industry now?"

An Cheng sighed: "Father, what would you like to drink?"

Zhong Yulin was slightly taken aback, then subconsciously waved his hand: "What do you have?"

"Boiled water? The tea leaves were given by others before, and they may have expired." Ancheng has been very busy these days, so naturally he doesn't have time to get these enjoyable things.

Zhong Yulin sighed: "No need, just sit down."

The atmosphere sounded a little heavy, and even the sound of a needle falling could be clearly heard.

"Say something, so many things, there is nothing to explain?" Zhong Yulin put down the empty cup in his hand heavily.

Ancheng sighed silently: "Sorry, I have nothing to explain." Regardless of the relationship between Zhong Mingxi and Zhong Yulin, this debt should not be charged to him.

Zhong Yulin looked at his useless son with a look of hatred for iron and steel: "I know what happened to you recently. You are very close to that director Qi Yan, so you should also know what happened to him recently. Tell me the truth, what are you going to do now?"

"What should I do?" An Cheng pretended to be stupid.

Obviously, pretending to be stupid is of no use to Zhong Yulin, because Zhong Yulin's face immediately darkened: "It's very simple, you must sever ties with Qi Yan, completely, and you must not let the media catch you. Any handle."

An Cheng silently looked at Zhong Yulin in front of him.

For some reason, in this crushing silence, Zhong Yulin suddenly felt that his son, whom he had not seen for a long time, seemed to have changed.

No longer the submissive look before, now the silent Zhong Mingxi has a daunting aura. Zhong Yulin felt a little oppression for the first time when he looked at it.

"I'm sorry." After a while, An Cheng exhaled, "Director Qi is kind to me, I can't betray him at this time."

Too many scenes come back, he can see many things, whether it is Qi Yan's indifference when he first came to this world, or Qi Yan's secret help later, too many getting along with each other into simple bits, even if it is Ruthless, after all, should be righteous.

He can't turn against each other at this time, otherwise Qi Yan will really have no one.

When a person is in the most difficult time, he can't make trouble, this is the bottom line of Ancheng.

So An Cheng calmly repeated: "Sorry."

Zhong Yulin's face was extremely cold, almost showing a bit of sarcasm: "Since that's the case, don't go back to Zhong's again. I can't afford to support such a disgraceful son like you."

"...I'm sorry father." An Cheng said, but he didn't let go from the beginning to the end.

That sentence of sorry was spoken to Zhong Yulin instead of Zhong Mingxi.

It's just because if there is no insertion of his horizontal knife, maybe the son in front of Zhong Yulin is still the familiar son, who will not disobey or make his parents angry.

It's not the self who doesn't like oil and salt.

It's a pity that he still can't be Zhong Mingxi after all, he is still Ancheng in his bones.

That persistent, unwilling Ancheng.

The next day, a piece of news appeared in the major newspapers at the same time, and the main character of the news was Zhong Mingxi, who was on the cusp of the crisis recently.

The male number one, who was just promoted by Qi Yan, said calmly and calmly in front of the camera: "I believe in Director Qi's character, and I hope everyone believes in him. All the current reports are nothing but groundless rumors. I hope everyone will not be misled by these news. And I know that there are too many seniors who have worked with Director Qi, and everyone knows better than me what kind of person Director Qi is. There is justice in the world, and I hope that things will calm down as soon as possible. "

When this news was sent out, it immediately caused waves in the entertainment industry.

After all, when Qi Yan was questioned about his sexuality, it seemed that Zhong Mingxi, who had caused waves before, had gradually faded out of everyone's sight, but this time he stood up by himself, almost foolishly pushing himself back to the top.

Some people said he was doing it for exposure, while others began to question his motives for saying these words.

More people are thinking about whose arrangement behind Zhong Mingxi.

Of course, there are also many rotten girls who have begun to ponder the relationship between Zhong Mingxi and Qi Yan, these are things for later.

In fact, it was Zhong Mingxi's audiovisual entertainment that directly called him and told him that he had been frozen, and that he could no longer participate in any program recording, let alone directly contact the media.

An Cheng was very clear about such a result, but no matter what, he still did everything he wanted to say and do, and even if there were any results later, he would have no regrets.

When he threw this stone down, there was no small splash at first, but no one thought that the words of this little-known artist would cause a thousand waves with one stone.

In Chinese society, no one wants to be the first bird, but if someone has the first one, things will be much more interesting.

When Qi Yan called, Ancheng was browsing the webpage. Today's headlines have been covered by the joint names of artists. Many of those artists are well-known in the entertainment industry, and most of them were created by Qi Yan.

Ancheng smiled slightly while watching, and didn't care if the coffee in hand got cold.

"Ancheng, I remember I told you to stay away from this matter." Ever since he knew his real identity, Qi Yan seemed to never call him by his real name again.

An Cheng listened, and felt like laughing from the bottom of his heart, Qi Yan was really angry this time, and couldn't even hold back his voice.

"I can't sit idly by," An Cheng leaned back: "You are my big tree, if you fall down, I have nowhere to find another home."

His voice was full of jokes, so that Qi Yan couldn't hold back anymore, and his voice was a little bit of old-fashioned ridicule: "Yo, King An Tian still needs to find someone else? Who are you going to find?"

"With your comparison, I probably can't find it," An Cheng lazily sighed: "It's a pity... I'm not Zhong Mingxi." And because I'm not Zhong Mingxi, too many things have changed accordingly, quietly silent.

This is a knot in the heart, and no one can untie it.

The other end was silent for a long time before he sighed: "Thank you."

"No need." An Cheng happily replied.

"So can you open the door for me?" said the other end slowly.

An Cheng was slightly startled, then he opened the door and saw a familiar person, An Cheng, who has always reacted quickly, couldn't help but also was startled for a long time, then he silently reached out to take the things in Qi Yan's hand: "Are you here to comfort? "

"Delivering food." Qi Yan took off the peaked cap on his head, and hooked down the sunglasses frame with one hand. He looked a bit evil, and smiled slightly: "Have you ordered takeaway these days? I condescend to deliver it to you once."

An Cheng shook his head and smiled, the things in his hands were still hot, and his hands trembled and warmed up.

"Come in," Ancheng said indifferently, and couldn't help but be concerned: "Did you not be followed by the reporter?"

"The matter has calmed down, and everyone knows that it's okay to accept it. I was negligent this time." Qi Yan looked a little cold, he stretched out his hand and hung up the clothes by himself, and then sat down on the sofa in Ancheng to take a picture. Clapped: "Change to another set next time."

"What?" An Cheng wasn't used to Zhong Mingxi's aesthetics, but at this moment he was still wearing a shell of a [-]-year-old, so it was a bit strange to suddenly change his taste.

"Well," Qi Yan clicked his tongue, and finally looked away silently: "That's all."

An Cheng laughed, stretched out his hand to open the bag, looked helplessly at Qi Yan who was sitting like a grandfather: "Give me a place, go to the dining table to eat."

Qi Yan's eyes fell on the plastic dining table at the other end, and he finally held back his vicious tongue.

He was lazy all over, and when An Cheng reheated the meal and came back, he had already fallen asleep drowsily.

Qi Yan's shoulders were very broad, and when he fell asleep on the small sofa in Ancheng, his slender body shrank to the side with some grievances, and his brows were slightly frowned, obviously extremely tired.

An Cheng just looked at him silently for a while, and then his flat belly, his face burned for some reason, he tried his best to gather himself, thinking of Qi Yan's illness that he didn't know what was going on, in the end he should stretch out his hand to lighten it. Patted Qi Yan's face lightly: "Get up and eat something."

This time it was good, even the voice was full of concern, Ancheng scolded himself, and his face became cold.

However, Qi Yan reached out and directly grabbed An Cheng's fingertips, and brought him down with a single swipe.

An Cheng stretched out his hand to lift the rice bowl up, and finally dropped it on the coffee table with a bang.

It's a pity that all of this is no longer important, because the next second Qi Yan kissed An Cheng's lips in a daze, his eyes were tightly closed, but there was a raving voice on his lips: "An Cheng..."

An Cheng's hand that wanted to pat the face of the person in front of him stopped suddenly, and he had to admit that his heart was touched hard, but he was slightly confused.