After detonating the hot search

Wen Nian stepped out of the elevator and received a call from Zhang Cheng.

"Wen Nian, have you come down yet?"

"Down."

"Our car is parked in front of Gate No. [-], you can see me when you come out."

The elevator door closed slowly behind him, bringing a gust of wind and falling on Wen Nian's body. He raised his head and looked at the empty second floor underground: "Didn't you say it was parked in the parking lot on the second floor?"

Zhang Cheng: "I forgot to tell you, I was planning to drive in, but the gate suddenly broke down and couldn't be opened, so I didn't drive in."

After waiting for a while, Zhang Cheng asked, "Do you want me to pick you up?"

"No need," Wen Nian turned and walked back, "5 minutes."

"Row."

At the door, Zhang Cheng was already waiting there.

It was pouring rain outside, so he only took an umbrella.

Seeing Wen Nian's eyes fall on the umbrella, Zhang Cheng smiled at him: "The driver's car is parked opposite, so I'll just take an umbrella and make it up?"

The two of them walked two steps holding an umbrella. Zhang Cheng held the umbrella in one hand and handled emails on the phone with the other, intentionally or unintentionally letting half of Wen Nian's shoulders drench in the rain.

Wen Nian smiled for the first time.

Before, he was still thinking, why did he stop here when he could have parked in the basement? It turned out to be because of this.

Wen Nian stopped, walked to the security office, and borrowed an umbrella: "Let's go."

Zhang Cheng stood in the rain for a while before he realized and followed.

After getting into the car, Zhang Cheng pretended to finish his business and raised his head from his mobile phone.

"I see some water on your body, wipe it off, don't catch a cold." He said, handing over a towel.

Wen Nian didn't answer.

He raised his hand on his own, wiped the water droplets on his shoulder, and said, "Actually, the gate is not broken."

Zhang Cheng: "..."

"Say, what are you talking about?" Zhang Cheng paused for a while before recovering his voice.

"It's really bad. If you don't believe me, ask the driver to drive there now?"

When he said this, Zhang Cheng couldn't stop beating drums in his heart, but fortunately, the car had already driven out of the TV station park, and there was a straight lane in front of him. If he wanted to go back, he had to make a detour, Wen Nian should know.

Even the driver in the front row could feel that the atmosphere was not right. It was raining outside, but the inside of the car was so tense that it seemed as if it could be turned on with just a little spark. The nervousness forced him to slow down the car.

The street lights left behind by the vehicles one by one flashed through the windows, forming countless alternating bright and dark lights, which were reflected on Wen Nian's face.

"Does Shen Han know that you do this?"

Wen Nian's voice was like the rain on a July night, pouring down on his head.

Zhang Cheng's head buzzed.

"Of course I know, it's the job of an assistant," Zhang Cheng said haha, pretending to be calm, completely unaware that the towel in his hand was crumpled into a ball, "Our job is to help artists..."

Wen Nian spoke up and interrupted him: "I'm not an artist."

"Not now, and not in the future."

His voice was very light and soft, but it grabbed Zhang Cheng's throat all at once.

Wen Nian took out a few paper towels and wiped off the remaining rainwater on his arms: "What you said and what you did didn't have any real impact on me. At most, it just took me a while to wait and got caught in the rain... If you think It took a while to wait, and if it rained a little, it would be considered an influence."

Zhang Cheng had nothing to say.

Even the driver didn't expect that Wen Nian would put everything on the table so bluntly.

Inexplicable anxiety surged up, Zhang Cheng raised his head subconsciously, and Wen Nian's eyes were shockingly calm.

"Then what are you talking about?" His voice was a little hoarse when he spoke again.

Wen Nian: "Because you are Shen Han's assistant."

Zhang Cheng: "...What do you mean?"

"I don't know how many times you've done these things, you don't have to think about yourself," Wen Nian threw the wet tissue into the trash can and looked up, "But before you do things, you'd better think about Shen Han."

This was the first time Wen Nian looked up at him since he got in the car.

"That's what Brother Han meant." Zhang Cheng said with a stiff neck.

"Okay, do you want me to call him now?"

Zhang Cheng: "..."

Zhang Cheng suddenly couldn't speak a word.

He remembered that day, when his agent called him, because he was in a hurry to board the plane, he hung up after only a few words in a hurry. He said that Wen Nian was short of an assistant and asked him to take care of him for a while, and he said it was Brother Han's intention.

Take care... isn't it?

But now, he suddenly couldn't figure it out.

What if Brother Han didn't mean that?

Zhang Cheng suddenly trembled, and leaned back in the chair.

Wen Nian tilted his head, looking at the rain outside the window: "Does Shen Han's manager know about these things?"

It took Zhang Cheng a long time to recover, and shook his head: "I don't know."

From the beginning to the end, he just made up his own mind, thought that his mind was lively, thought he understood the subtext, and even... wanted to wait for the matter to be done and take credit for it.

The rain outside the window gradually subsided and stopped again.

No one speaks anymore.

Until the car parked outside the villa.

Zhang Cheng was hesitating whether to get up and give it to him, but Wen Nian had already taken the umbrella—the one he borrowed from the security guard, and got up.

It was only then that Zhang Cheng discovered that from the beginning until now, Wen Nian had never used the things he had prepared, including umbrellas, water, and towels... It seemed that he knew what he was going to do from the very beginning.

Zhang Cheng wanted to reach out to open the door for him, but Wen Nian had already opened the door by himself.

It seemed to be raining again outside, Wen Nian held up an umbrella, got out of the car, and turned to look at him again.

Zhang Cheng swallowed: "Is there anything else?"

Wen Nian glanced at the driver in the driver's seat: "Let the master rest tomorrow."

Zhang Cheng's face was pale.

He naturally understood the meaning of Wen Nian's words, he was "fired".

After struggling for a long time, he still opened his mouth: "Brother Han..."

Wen Nian was straightforward: "I'll tell him, I don't need an assistant."

This is... the meaning of not telling brother Han what he did?

Zhang Cheng thanked him for looking at him.

Wen Nian stood in the shadow of the street lamp: "Don't look at me like that, it's not because of you."

"I don't want Shen Han to know these things."

Maybe cry.

"But you have to tell your manager," Wen Nian paused, "if you don't want Teacher Shen to know."

He heard from Xu Yixin that Shen Han's manager had been with Fu Lin for a while.

Zhang Cheng shook his hand, his face was ashen, and he nodded.

The moment the door closed, Wen Nian heard a sentence: "What happened in the past two days...I'm sorry."

Wen Nian walked back along the road.

The air is humid after the rain, and you can still smell the scent of climbing vine roses vaguely, which is very faint, but because a wall was opened at the school gate before, the smell is very familiar.

Pushing open the wooden door of the villa and seeing the scene inside, Wen Nian froze in place.

In the brightly lit villa, there was no one in the huge living room. Xu Yixin and the others were all standing on the balcony on the second floor, almost crouching on the edge of the guardrail, looking down very carefully.

There was fine rain falling from the sky, and Shen Huaijing and Shen Han stood there under the large Roman umbrella that shaded the courtyard.

Hearing the movement of the wooden door, everyone turned their heads.

Wen Nian: "."

Wen Nian came over with an umbrella, and for some reason, the atmosphere seemed to be even more stagnant.

Xu Yixin and the others on the second floor waved desperately at him, telling him not to go there and go upstairs quickly.

Wen Nian: "?"

"Why—" Wen Nian swallowed all his words.

Because he saw Shen Han's red eyes, as if he was crying.

Wen Nian: "..."

Shen Huaijing looked at Wen Nian from beginning to end, and finally settled on his rain-drenched shoulders.

After a moment of silence, he said, "Come in."

"Go back and take a shower and change your clothes." The voice was a little helpless, and it was too light to be ridiculous.

Wen Nian had never seen Shen Huaijing like this.

The moment the man turned around, he subconsciously reached out and grabbed the corner of his clothes unprepared.

Shen Huaijing stopped and turned to look at him.

"It's raining." Wen Nian handed over the umbrella.

"It's just a few steps away." Shen Huaijing's tone was a little more smiley.

Wen Nian insisted: "It's not close either."

The umbrella was handed over here again.

Shen Huaijing narrowed his eyes slightly, and took the umbrella from him.

Wen Nian let go of his hand, and tilted his head almost slightly. From the corner of his eye, he saw Shen Han behind him with clenched fists, lowered head, and red eyes.

"Don't be angry." Wen Nian said to Shen Huaijing.

Shen Huaijing stared at Wen Nian for a long time before saying, "Do you know why I'm angry?"

Wen Nian shook his head.

He didn't know why Shen Huaijing was angry, but he knew he was angry and didn't want him to be angry.

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly heard Shen Han's voice.

"Fuck Zhang Cheng." Almost gritting his teeth, he said word by word.

Wen Nian was startled, and turned his head, as if he suddenly realized something, but the first thing he said was: "Don't swear."

"He's already like that, and you still speak for him." Shen Han raised his red and swollen eyes.

Wen Nian walked over: "I didn't speak for him, and he didn't do anything to me."

After being scolded by Shen Huaijing all night, Shen Han held back, but the moment Wen Nian stood in front of him, tears fell suddenly.

He wanted to apologize to Wen Nian, but he couldn't do anything well.

His brother was right.

After being in the industry for so many years, I didn't even know who the people around me were. I only knew that I relied on the team and did things without considering the consequences.

"I didn't let Zhang Cheng bully you, I don't know...I just wanted him to..."

"..."

Seeing his incoherent appearance, Wen Nian was helpless: "I know."

Wen Nian took out a tissue and handed it over, but Shen Han didn't take it.

Wen Nian had no choice but to wipe it off for him.

Since he was a child, he has never wiped away tears for others, and his movements are a bit blunt.

"How old are you, still crying?"

Wen Nian's tone was also a little blunt, as if he couldn't handle this kind of situation.

Shen Han couldn't bear it anymore, and hugged Wen Nian.

"I will avenge you."

"I won't let you be bullied in vain."

Consistent kindergarten speech.

Just as Wen Nian was about to say that Zhang Chengzhen had done nothing to him, so he wouldn't use such a harsh word as "revenge", Shen Han spoke again.

"From now on, you will be my real brother."

"My brother is your own brother."

Wen Nian: "..."

Shen Huaijing: "..."

Wen Nian said in an extremely low voice, "No."

Shen Han: "?"

Before Shen Han could listen carefully, Shen Huaijing had already walked over, picked up his clothes from the back of his neck, and threw him aside: "Go into the house."

Wen Nian stood behind Shen Huaijing, and the two of them were only half an arm apart.

It was so close that he could smell the faint smell of smoke on Shen Huaijing's body. It was not strong, but a little bit, and had a bit of minty coolness, which reminded him of the lipstick on the day of filming the promotional video.

Now he probably knows what Shen Huaijing is angry about.

Wen Nian walked up to Shen Huaijing and said again: "Don't be angry."

"For whatever reason."

With a serious expression as if comforting him, Shen Huaijing's heart softened, and he was completely defeated.

"understood."

After finishing speaking, Shen Huaijing stretched out his hand, wrapped it around, and touched the junction of Wen Nian's neck and the end of his hair, and rubbed the tip of the steamy hair with his fingertips lightly.

"The hair is wet too, go back and wipe it."

"…………"

Wen Nian froze into a small piece of wood, turning red.