The whole world thinks I still love him [Rebirth]

"I, will I have a chance to practice singing with Mr. Cong in the future?" Liao Bingqiao stammered a little, sticking close to Yunji's side.

"It should be very little." Yunji said honestly, "Our cooperation with Cong Lie mainly includes the artist himself and the promotion and distribution of the works. The production of the works is assisted by his studio."

Liao Bingqiao nodded, his shoulders slumped in frustration.

"However, our company is also building its own studio. You have to adapt to the transition when you first came here, so you can participate while studying. Don't you want to build our own recording studio yourself?" Yunji smiled peacefully. Take it easy.

Seeing Liao Bingqiao's eyes ignited with more vigorous flames than when seeing Cong Lie, Fu Qing almost refreshed her understanding of Yunji's speech skills.

Liao Bingqiao is a young rock star who went astray, and it will take some time to update the system.

It is not difficult to find a teacher to teach. In this case, the acquisition of knowledge is the lowest among all the costs.

But a recording studio is basically a golden mountain.

A single top-level professional music equipment can easily cost several million, let alone a room.

She could indeed grind some more money from her brother.

A few million is not a big problem, but if there are more, Fu Jiang will definitely assess the risk.

Yunji and her business accounts are all connected, and Fu Qing knows that his so-called "cleaning up and leaving the house" is really literal.

After leaving Yun's house, Yunji didn't bring out any of his sons except his first pot of gold from his college days.

Moreover, the first pot of gold was not that big, and it is said that more than half of it was wasted on a strange child.

That is to say, a fool like Liao Bingqiao who has never seen the world doesn't understand anything, otherwise he must ask about the company's financial strength.

She glanced at Yunji calmly.

I saw him tucking one hand in his trousers, and holding a cigarette idly in the other, smoking it alternately.

He listened attentively to Liao Bingqiao's words, and relaxed when answering, "It's okay, I will make arrangements for you, you just need to get used to it now."

And Liao Bingqiao looked at him with an expression that was not only trusting and hopeful, but there was a hint of admiration in his eyes.

Looking at Yunji's calm and breezy appearance, Fu Qing also felt that there was nothing to worry about, anyway, he must have a solution.

"Come on, I'll take you around the company. If there are not too many problems, we can discuss the content of the contract and discuss your course arrangement." Fu Qing patted Liao Bingqiao on the shoulder and took him away.

Watching the two of them leave the house, the gathered garlic was filled to the brim.

His hands were full of sweat, and he could barely hold half a cigarette.

He was dizzy when he first looked for Liao Bingqiao, and he was squeezed into such a small room by the cheers of mountains and tsunami, and his head was already full of gold stars.

Just now he was talking about big cakes with Liao Bingqiao, thinking about where to get the money to build the shed, the black and the black in front of his eyes were like a movie.

Now that Liao Bingqiao got it, he breathed a sigh of relief, but became even more dizzy.

"'Our exclusive recording studio'?" Cong Lie stood beside him, watching the direction Fu Qing and Liao Bingqiao left.

"It's getting late, you go back and rest." Yunji raised his head slightly, but secretly supported the wall with his hands.

He hoped that Cong Lie would leave quickly, after all, if he was delayed, he might not even have the strength to take a taxi.

"Is it so impatient?" Cong Lie's tone was indifferent, without any emotion, "You have a new 'soul mate' so soon?"

"Soul mate" is the word that Yunji can come up with to best describe their relationship when they officially started chasing Cong Lie.

It's very earthy, but he thinks it's very appropriate.

He posted on the social network that everyone can see: The unique beauty makes people shudder, you are my soul mate that will never be lost. @conglie

At that time, Cong Lie had entered the public eye for the second time, and the number of hits for his new single was soaring.

Song Huang Nirvana is unstoppable.

Yunji originally had more than 300 million fans, and the moment the status was sent, it was retweeted and replied to over [-].

"Mr. Yun's public confession of Cong Lie" quickly rushed to the top of the hot search.

But the current Yunji would not be so self-righteous as to think that Cong Lie was jealous.

It's probably because seeing him absorbing fresh blood for the company made me feel a little bit disappointed for a while, it's just human nature.

In his previous life, except for Cong Lie, Yunji had no personal contact with other artists.

On the one hand, it is because all his energy has been concentrated on Cong Lie, and Cong Lie's ability and flow are fully enough for him to use and control.

He will be responsible for the overall planning and distribution of other cooperation in the company, and only Cong Lie is fully responsible for him.

On the other hand, he considered Cong Lie's mood.

He wanted Cong Lie to be special.

Just like he promised in front of everyone, unique.

"There's nothing to wait for, it's just my job." Yunji didn't hesitate.He endured his dizziness and was about to go back to his seat to get his coat.

It was late and the waiters were clearing the room.

Some fans were still reluctant to leave, standing at the door and looking inside reluctantly.

The air is filled with the unique desertedness and loss after a carnival.

Yunji took his coat and went out, squeezed out the door from the fans, only to find that it started to rain outside.

He caught the rain with his hand and couldn't help sighing.

"Where are you going now?" Cong Lie's voice appeared behind him again.

"Go home." Yunji replied flatly.

A few students in school uniforms held pens and papers and pushed over rashly, "Brother Lie, can you..."

They were too busy to get close to Cong Lie, but they didn't pay attention to Yunji who was wearing a coat next to him, and pushed him back.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, are you okay?" They quickly supported him.

Yunji lowered his head and waved his hands, but said nothing.

The students saw that he was tall and young, so they apologized a few more times and passed him.

"What's the matter with you?" Yunji realized that his wrist was being held by Cong Lie when he heard this sound.

Before he understood what Cong Lie was asking, his knees suddenly gave way, and he couldn't bear the strength to fall down.

Fortunately, Cong Lie pulled him back so that he didn't kneel directly on the ground.

"Yunji?" Cong Lie grabbed his sides and barely straightened him up, "How much did you drink?"

Yunji laughed lightly, but said nothing.

The fans on both sides looked at it and dared not move.

It was only then that Cong Lie realized that he didn't smell of alcohol at all, but there was a lot of cold sweat on his forehead, and a few locks of hair were sticking wetly.

The anxious feeling returned, and he supported Yunji with one hand, "Uncomfortable? Can you still walk?"

Yunji nodded, "I can walk by myself."

As he spoke, he planted a little forward.

Cong Lie supported him with both hands, anxiously, "What's wrong with you? Why are you sweating so much?"

Yunji frowned, and whispered, "Don't shout, someone is taking pictures."

It's okay for Cong Lie to lose his temper with him, but it's easy to leave people with excuses after two negative trending searches in such a short period of time.

A coat was pulled down over his hood, covering even his face.

The faint scent of eucalyptus and mint is the taste of aftershave lotion commonly used by Cong Lie.

"Let's stop taking pictures, thank you." Cong Lie protected him with both hands, speaking to passers-by a little faster than usual, and his voice was a little more anxious.

Yunji was led by him to the front of a car, and he heard Liang Chao yelling anxiously: "It's raining so cold, Mr. Cong, why don't you wear a coat... This is... Mr. Yun?!"

After the two got into the car, Liang Chao got off the co-pilot, handed Cong Lie a towel and a thermos, and rescued Yunji from the wrinkled coat.

"So what's the matter? Mr. Yun, what's wrong with you? Do you want to take medicine? Or should we go to the hospital now?" He looked at Yunji's face that was whiter than paper, and asked worriedly.

It's a little warmer in the car than outside, and it's a little more comfortable to sit in.

Yunji whispered, "No, please take me home."

He didn't want to answer questions, he just wanted to go home and lie down quickly.

"Are you really all right? Is it cold or something? Why is your face so bad?" Liang Chao was so frightened that he caught Cong Lie's gaze, and he returned to the co-pilot awkwardly, "I'll go and guide the master."

Yunji leaned on the back seat, not even daring to open his eyes.

He just tried to shake his head and was dizzy and nauseous.

"Would you like some water?" Cong Lie unscrewed the thermos and handed it to him.

Yunji said softly "no" and didn't answer.

Cong Lie put his hand on his forehead, and took it away before Yunji could hide, "It's not burned..."

"Does your heart hurt?" Cong Lie frowned, and put his hands on his chest to protect him.

Although Yunji was a little flustered, the main reason was that he felt nauseous, so he just waved his hands.

Cong Lie touched his sweaty fingers, his brows couldn't be untied, "What are you doing outside so late? Just to watch that vocal?"

His voice was slightly dissatisfied, "Do you have so much energy to take care of? Can ten of them equal half of me? I think you should cooperate less with these future stars..."

"Hmm..." Yunji couldn't hold back his vomiting after suppressing it for a long time, and immediately threw up Cong Lie's chest as soon as he lifted his body.

He didn't drink alcohol, and he ate a perfunctory dinner, only drinking two cups of tea.

There was no smell in the car, but no one dared to look at Cong Lie's expression.

In the end, he just froze for two seconds, supported Yunji with one hand, took off the only shirt left on his body with the other, and wiped the dirt off his body casually.

It was quieter now.

It's like the calm before the storm.

But after vomiting it out, Yunji felt much more comfortable.

Cong Lie can get angry if he wants to, and he can just ignore him.

After a few seconds, Cong Lie's voice was serious, "You haven't eaten dinner?"

Yunji really didn't want to discuss with him what he just vomited, so he just took the warm water he handed him and rinsed his mouth.

"Open your mouth." Cong Lie peeled off a piece of candy and put it near Yunji's mouth.

After a moment's distraction, Yunji stuffed a peppermint-flavored throat lozenge from between his lips.

Cool and sweet.

A bit of refreshment poured into the lungs, and the remaining discomfort was basically relieved.

"Why don't you eat?" Cong Lie muttered, "Didn't the doctor say last time that palpitations have something to do with hypoglycemia?"

Yunji didn't want to explain that he didn't have time or appetite, but kept silent.

He was not dirty, leaned between the seat and the door, and slowly fell asleep.

Liang Chao looked at Cong Lie, who was shirtless, and silently handed over his coat, "Brother, put on some clothes."

Cong Lie took the clothes and put them on casually, "Look at the front."

Liang Chao agreed to turn around, but couldn't help but look back at Yunji, "Mr. Yun just went to the hospital a few days ago. Why do you think he's working harder without an announcement these two days?"

"Stop talking, noisy." Cong Lie suppressed his voice, and habitually took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

When he skillfully prepared to put the cigarette in his mouth, he realized that it was not his coat.

"Brother, when did you start smoking?" Liang Chao turned his head and asked angrily, both eyes were about to pop out.

A singer's voice is life, and smoking is absolutely not allowed for Cong Lie.

Looking at the cigarette in his hand, Cong Lie's gaze was also dazed for a moment.

He doesn't smoke.

But now the stick of Baisha is sandwiched between his middle finger and index finger, exuding a faint smell of tobacco.

He obviously hates the smell of alcohol and tobacco on Yunji's body the most.

Every time I smell it, I can imagine him hooking up with people in the smoke.

Cong Lie lowered his head and saw Yunji's hands on his knees.

It is white and slender, with light blue blood vessels faintly visible on the back of the hand.

He wore a gold ring with engraved words on his index finger, and there were no yellow calluses on his knuckles.It's just too slender and fair, without any protruding bones.

It can hold a pen and play chess, but it doesn't look like the hand that once could call the wind and rain.

Cong Lie slowly crushed the cigarette that hadn't had time to light, and held it in the palm of his hand.

When the car stopped, the rain stopped.

Yunji took a nap along the way, feeling that his body has fully recovered from the sugar absorption, and there is still a hint of mint sweetness in his mouth.

He thanked Liang Chao and the driver, opened the car door and prepared to go home.

The air was cold and humid after the rain.

Hearing the sound of his shoes stepping into the water behind him, he turned his head in confusion, "Aren't you very busy, why do you follow me all day long?"

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感谢在2022-05-2217:17:17~2022-05-2300:46:23期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 pear;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 2 bottles of Wangning; Chen Jingshen and Yu Fan are always sweet! 1 bottle;

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