The whole world thinks I still love him [Rebirth]

As soon as Cong Lie's eyebrows frowned dangerously, Liang Chao rushed out to smooth things over, "Hey two teachers, the appointment time will be up soon. Mr. Yun, there are a lot of early food on the second floor. Let's see what to eat. Don't starve your body."

He was really afraid that the two would fight on the spot.

Because with Cong Lie's temper, it's really not impossible to just walk away.

Interrupted by Liang Chao, Yunji calmed down a little.

Cong Lie also has a share of the money he earns from taking pictures.

In the same way, if Cong Liehuang cooperates, it will do him no good at all.

He can't be bothered with him.

After thinking clearly, he turned around and left, only after a while did he hear Cong Lie kicking and following behind.

Although there are many restaurants on the second floor, few of them are open at this time.

Yunji randomly packed a vegetarian wonton from the restaurant next to the studio.

Fortunately, Cong Lie didn't pick on him anymore.

The time to arrive at the studio was just right, basically on the agreed time.

Taking pictures of Cong Lie is notoriously dizzying.

Because besides singing, he counts all additional business as a kind of interruption and waste.

If Yunji hadn't been in charge of his business before, he might not have cooperated with any promotion business.

As soon as the photographer felt the aura of Cong Lie entering the door, he couldn't help but straighten his back.

Cong Lie came in alone.

The white shirt on the upper body has no decoration, and the sleeves are rolled up twice, revealing the solid and slender forearm.

His buttons were casually fastened to his chest, exuding a youthful air, and at first glance he thought it was some school girl who had just graduated from college.

But the subtle agitation of the airflow brought about by his gestures continues to convey the calm and arrogance of the predator.

In terms of appearance, Cong Lie can be said to be 360 ​​degrees without dead ends.

With his sharp eyebrows and unrestrained demeanor, even if a passer-by casually takes a photo of his chin half exposed under his peaked cap, it can be used as a wallpaper.

Cong Lie's face may have been deeply embedded in the dreams of many fans.

Among his fans, there are many great photographers and editors, and he has produced many high-quality personal mixed edits.

As long as there is a slight flaw in the magazine photos, the audience will only find the reason from the photography.

But compared to street photography, hard photos require a higher degree of emotional coordination.

And Cong Lie was not very cooperative in terms of emotions.

So when the photographer saw Cong Lie followed by a cloud far away, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Although it was the first time to cooperate with Cong Lie, she had heard of this person who often followed Cong Lie.

First of all, this person is easy to recognize.

For no other reason than to be known to be pretty.

Unlike seeing Cong Lie, when she saw the real person Yunji, her first reaction was that she was so beautiful.

A head of slightly long chestnut curly hair is gathered around the neck, and the extremely delicate eyebrows and eyes are completely created, and even the unhealthy paleness makes people feel distressed when they see it.

He followed Cong Lie with his head down, a different style of flying jacket was loosely draped over his suit, and he had a light blue thermal bag in his hand, which seemed to contain something to eat.

"Hey, is that the 'gold master dad' who follows wherever he goes? He looks better than in the photo and looks younger. Is he as old as Cong Lie?" The little apprentice who took the photo leaned close to her ear, excited asked.

The photographer saw Cong Lie and his group enter the dressing room, gossiping with the young apprentice in a low voice, "You shouldn't be too young, but I heard that 'Father of the Gold Master' seems to have no money to make products now, and the one who cooperates with Cong Lie is publishing, It’s a bit like being in charge of his posting and promotion, so as long as it’s important work for Cong Lie, he will follow.”

"Huh? When Cong Lie first became popular, was he also the one who threatened to chase people after him?"

"Yes, how many people dare to say such cruel words?"

"Tsk, as expected of the eldest son of the Yun family, he dares to provoke Cong Lie, he is really rich and powerful."

"But now it is said that Yunji's new company called Hanhai Media has just started, and it has been severely suppressed by his father. I don't know if it's true or not." , don’t gossip all day long.”

The little apprentice grinned and asked her: "Since the 'gold master father' has no money, can he still marry Cong Lie? I remember that an entertainment reporter said that he had a falling out with the Yun family because he wanted to marry Cong Lie." ?”

"First day in the entertainment industry?" The photographer pouted at her forehead, "Do you dare to find a celebrity to marry?"

The little apprentice held his head and shut his mouth abruptly.

The photographer smelled a very faint scent of sesame oil, and turned around to see Yunji sitting in the back eating wontons.

I saw him holding a pair of disposable bamboo chopsticks between his white fingers, slowly picking the wontons in the bowl.

He lowered his head and took a small bite, obviously not to his liking, and chewed it many times before swallowing.

It's just a thumb-sized wonton, and I only ate one in half a day.

The photographer was originally worried that Yunji had heard the gossip between the two of them, so he was ashamed and hesitant to apologize.

It's a pity that I accidentally missed the opportunity while looking at the face.

She hesitated for a while, and took out a small snack from her bag.

"That wonton's taste is average, try this one." The photographer handed the snack to Yunji.

She didn't know where she got the courage, but she just felt uncomfortable watching him eat hard.

Yunji raised his gaze in a daze, as if his mind was not on the wonton.

Immediately afterwards, the corner of his mouth curled into a smile, "Oh, thank you, this one is really not very tasty."

The photographer looked at the dimple at the corner of his mouth, and resisted the urge to touch it, "Isn't it hard today? I heard that Mr. Cong's schedule is always full."

"That's because of his hard work." Yunji smiled.

Also gentle, not humane.

He tugged at one of the serrated sides, tried twice to tear open the wrapper of the snack, but failed.

The main reason was that his palms were still sweating, and the plastic wrapping paper was slightly slippery.

"I'll help you." The photographer tore open the package for him, and returned the snack to Yunji.

Yunji felt a little embarrassed, "You see, I'm not as good as a pretty girl."

"I tear every day, so I'm more experienced." The photographer was praised by this beauty, and couldn't help shaking his legs while leaning on the chair.

Before the sweetness of the dim sum spread on the tip of his tongue, Yunji heard Cong Lie's gloomy voice, "How long will the two of you have to chat before we can start?"

For some reason, he felt that Cong Lie was particularly angry today.

Yunji also wanted to make a quick decision and go home early to look at the distribution case, so he swallowed the dim sum in one gulp with the half-cold wonton soup, "Let's start now."

"The theme of our shooting today is also mainly related to music. Brother Lie has shot many covers, so he should be no stranger." The photographer carefully looked at Cong Lie's makeup and nodded with satisfaction.

"The overall thing to satisfy this time is 'A day with Cong Lie', and the first subtitle is 'Morning'."

Cong Lie was only wearing a pair of loose light gray sports trousers, revealing the large curve from shoulder to waist.

Abdominal muscles and mermaid lines loomed as he walked, outlining a powerful texture on his marble-colored skin.

His hair was scratched seemingly randomly, and it looked fluffy and messy just after waking up.

"Ms. Cong, imagine that it's morning and you just opened your eyes. You have to be lazy and sexy." The photographer waved his hand back to signal, "Soften the lighting and emphasize the side profile."

Yunji clasped his arms in front of his chest, admiring this scene that he had never seen before without any burden.

He remembered that in his previous life, he also came to shoot this group of films, but Cong Lie didn't agree to take half aldose fruit photos at all.

Because for Mr. Cong, who is too lazy to go down to earth, it is kitsch.

And even when they were living together, he never had the pleasure of seeing his chest muscles blatantly.

At most, he could sneak a few glances at the moment before turning off the lights.

I didn't expect something so hard to touch to look so soft.

Although I don't know why Cong Lie suddenly figured out how to cooperate with the photo shoot, his gloomy face can at best be regarded as cold and sexy, and it has nothing to do with laziness.

"Teacher Cong is too serious." The photographer pointed to his eyes, "Teacher Cong, relax a bit. It's just waking up, not getting up."

Everyone in the studio held back their smiles sullenly, but Cong Lie's eyes made the photographer startled.

"..."

"Ms. Cong, imagine that you wake up next to your lover. You haven't seen each other for a long time. You want to sing him a song you just wrote." The photographer's palms were sweating, but he still tried his best to guide his emotions.

But Yunji knew that she was wasting her efforts in vain.

Cong Lie has no one to love.

I don't know what it's like to reunite with my lover after a long absence.

Not to mention being so stupid as to sing to someone just after waking up.

After eating a piece of snack from someone just now, Yunji couldn't bear to see her not even able to take a usable film.

He walked up to Cong Lie, straightened the broken hair on his forehead slightly, and covered his eyes more.

He said to Cong Lie lightly and quickly: "Is it uncomfortable to be illuminated by the lights? Just don't think about anything, just keep your eyes open and don't look at the camera, just hurry up and finish shooting."

He knew that Cong Lie could only touch along the fur, and his tone was very gentle.

Even if he was only looking forward to an early end.

Cong Lie sat on the high stool with one leg bent, looking up at him slightly through the hanging broken hair.

He actually didn't pay much attention to what Yunji was telling him.

There was a bitterness of herbs on Yunji's body, the smell was so weak that he could only feel it if he got very close.

Watching him tidying his hair, Cong Lie felt his slightly cool fingers gently rubbing against his forehead, it was very soft and brought a shiver of nostalgia.

Just looking at those peach blossom eyes looking down at him, Cong Lie felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

If I had to describe it, it would be a simple but strong "reluctant".

It's a pity that the gathering breath will leave at the touch of a button.

He straightened Cong Lie's hair and retreated.

"Hey, that's right! Teacher Cong keeps this look!" The photographer shouted excitedly: "Light it up! Light it up! In a second, I found the state...very-good!"

……

Because in addition to the cover and the inside pages, the pure shooting lasted for nearly four hours.

Studio shooting has high requirements on the coordination of light and shadow, and finally added more than an hour of reshoots.

In the middle, he followed Cong Lie to change clothes, touch up makeup, and sort out his emotions. There were not many places that required Yunji's hands-on participation, but he did not relax throughout the process.

Yunji always felt that it was not good enough.

He doesn't understand others, but he knows which angle Cong Lie looks best from.

Even though he wasn't the one who took the shots, Yunji immediately knew which direction to adjust as long as he took a look at the original film.

More dark eyes, head raised a little higher and jawline straightened.

As long as Yunji touches it a little, Cong Lie in the photo can emit stronger hormones.

But Cong Lie has no patience, and he will show impatience if he poses in the same pose twice.

In the middle, he even took the guitar and locked himself in the balcony to compose the music. It was useless for the people outside to go crazy.

In the end, the filming continued after Cong Lie memorized all the impromptu songs.

When the filming was completely over, Yunji felt like his bones were falling apart.

The piece of snack he casually stuffed into his mouth at noon began to make trouble, and it was stuck in his stomach as hard as a stone.

People around are still exchanging business cards and polite words.

"Okay, okay, next time I have a chance."

"...Ms. Cong's concert can't get tickets manually, every time I ask my friend to help me write the code..."

Yunji found a quiet corner in the shed and waited for Cong Lie to remove his make-up and change his clothes, with a buzzing in his head.

When he was tired, he couldn't control his thoughts.

I still remember that on the first wedding anniversary, Cong Lie had a concert.

Yunji knew that the concert was very important, and also knew that Cong Lie had been preparing for it for a long time.

At that time, Liang Chao said that Cong Lie chose all the songs in that concert. He took it for granted that they were gifts prepared by Cong Lie to commemorate their marriage.

So even if it was the day before the concert, Yunji thought that Cong Lie didn't give him a ticket because he wanted to have a sense of ritual of surprise.

The more I think about Yunji, the more I feel that I forget to eat but not to fight.

He arrived at the stadium for the concert an hour earlier and found that he couldn't get in touch with Cong Lie or Liang Chao.

The security at the scene was very strict, and he couldn't get in without a ticket.

People don't care if he is Cong Lie's husband or not, most of the people who came to the scene that day probably called Cong Lie husband.

It rained suddenly that day.

He stood under the wide eaves around the stadium, smoked two cigarettes with a scalper, and finally bought an outfield ticket for nearly ten times the ticket price.

Although it appeared to be only a shower, the wind was unbelievably strong.

The outfield couldn't see the stage clearly, so we could only stand and watch the live broadcast on the big screen.

Yunji was huddled among the twisted fans, surrounded by screams and cheers, and the atmosphere was so hot that it could almost drive away the chill brought by the wind and rain.

But now Yunji inexplicably remembered that the rain had slipped into his collar along the edge of someone else's umbrella, the coolness seemed to penetrate into his bones.

He was also tired and had a stomachache at the time, trying to stand up straight and trying to discern the affection of the person on the screen.

The theme of the concert was mixed with the countless light boards with Cong Lie's name on it.

It is very big and bright, and it is neatly assembled by light golden LED lamp beads.

"Für Mr. C".

At that time, Yunji was not studied deeply.

But thinking about it now, "To Mr. C", every word is mocking his wishful thinking.

Not "Mr. Y".

If "C" stands for "Cong", then this concert was carefully prepared by Cong Lie for himself.

Cong Lie simply forgot such a small matter as the wedding anniversary.

Thinking of how stupid he was squeezed into the crowd like a drowned rat, Yunji's face burned.

Covering his eyes with one hand, he leaned against the wall exhaustedly.

When walking towards him, Cong Lie saw his abnormally red cheeks and earlobes at a glance.

"Hello." Cong Lie stopped beside him.

Yunji did not move.

"What's the matter with you?" Cong Lie bowed slightly, his eyes were on level with him, "If you don't leave now, what time will you wait?"

"You go back first, I'll go by myself later." Yunji's voice was weak, but his tone was clearly not discussing with him.

"Why are you covering your face?" Cong Lie reached for his wrist, but he avoided it.

Yunji raised his head, his eyelids were slightly red, "Go away."

Cong Lie's eyes fell on his unnaturally flushed cheeks, and he reached out and touched his forehead subconsciously.

"Get out!" Yunji opened his hand, his voice was almost breathless.

"You..." Cong Lie frowned, his eyes burning with anger.

The entire shooting site fell silent, and the few aftermath personnel who hadn't had time to leave all huddled in the corner to reduce their sense of presence.

Although no one has seen him do it with his own eyes, Cong Lie does have a reputation for beating people.

The fact that he beat a rich second generation into the ICU made a lot of noise in the entertainment circle, and after half a year of silence, many people thought that he would be completely hidden.

Even if there were rumors that Cong Lie was talking to this "little funder", it was hard to say whether a down-and-out "yesterday's funder" like Yunji would be beaten.

Cong Lie had never touched a single finger of him, but now Yunji only thought that if Cong Lie did anything to him, he would fight him to the death.

He opened a pair of bloodshot eyes and stared at Cong Lie without showing any weakness.

The two confronted each other fiercely, Cong Lie's fists were gradually clenched, and a layer of veins burst out on the back of his hand.

He raised his hand suddenly.

The people around closed their eyes subconsciously.

"If he's sick, can he go crazy?" Cong Lie said viciously, picked Yunji up from the ground, and strode towards the door.

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The author has something to say:

Will Cong Puppy, who has lost his memory, dare to do it?

dare.

Dare to hug his wife.

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