I was treated as a little idiot by the black school grass

"The news just broke out on the Internet."

Chen Xin took a deep breath on the other end of the phone, "Du Haichao was photographed having a party with a group of young boys in a hotel, and a few moving pictures have already gone viral."

Nan Yirong instantly understood why Chen Xin called him, it was because he was afraid that he would also appear at the underage party.

I want to understand a little bit, but I still have questions.

"Du Haichao has no role today?"

"Originally there was, but today he suddenly told me that he was not feeling well, that he was not in good condition, and that he wanted to ask for leave. His position in the circle is not low, so I agreed without thinking too much, who knows—"

Chen Xin gritted his teeth bitterly, paused for a few seconds and continued: "Okay, I'm relieved to confirm that you're not in the party, I have to clean up Du Haichao's mess, hang up first."

"Okay." Nan Yirong responded and hung up the phone.

"What's the matter?" Seeing that he hung up the phone, Ran Yuanxing stared at the screen of the phone with a strange expression, and asked, "Whose call is it, and what did it say?"

"The director of my play."

Nan Yirong answered, opened Weibo, clicked on the hot search list, and saw that the first three tags with Du Haichao's name were followed by a "explosive" square character, which were: #杜海涛开少年party# #杜海涛与多个男孩热吻# #杜海涛相关同情#.

The square under the entry has been blown up, and the GIFs of Du Haichao kissing many boys after drunk can be seen everywhere.

It has been less than 10 minutes since the news broke out, and it has swept the entire network at a terrifying speed.Almost every netizen who is currently online is trying his best to eat melons, and a post about Du Haichao's debut has been pushed to the front row with the number of likes, comments and reposts.

There are also a small group of Du Haichao's fans who are weakly washing the square, thinking that the traces of artificial processing in these animations are too obvious, and someone is deliberately trying to blackmail their brother.

"Du Haichao?" When Nan Yirong searched Weibo, Ran Yuanxing poked his head over to read it with him. After scanning the post, he couldn't believe it, "The male protagonist in "White Bird to the Sun"?"

"White Bird Facing the Sun" is a folk film. Their Chinese teacher talked about the corresponding traditional culture in a class, and played a clip of Du Haichao cutting window grilles in "White Bird Facing the Sun", so Ran Yuanxing had a good impression of Du Haichao.

"That's right." Nan Yirong glanced at him, "It's that Du Haichao."

Ran Yuanxing sighed a little, muttered a few words, seeing that Nan Yirong didn't respond, finally thought of something belatedly, frowned and said: "He likes little boys, so he won't give you glances too, right?"

His expression switched from feeling sorry for a second to gnashing his teeth. Nan Yirong thought it was funny, raised his eyebrows and said, "Guess?"

If you have not been courteous, it must not be the answer.

"KAO!" Ran Yuanxing was so angry that he slapped his hand on the bed, and said ruthlessly: "Old pervert, miss my wife! He deserves to be scolded!"

Nan Yirong thanked Bumin for the title of wife, and raised his head to stare at him.

Ran Yuanxing touched his nose and dared not speak.

There was nothing to do in the future, Ran University's domineering sweetheart was by his side and skipped an afternoon class, and when Nan Yirong was about to leave, he reluctantly chased him out to see him off.

"Go back." Nan Yirong took his hand out of his hand, "Take a good class and get a first prize."

As soon as he put down his hand, he was hugged by the boy again.

It was already past 6 o'clock in the evening, the sky was still bright, and the sun was slowly slanting westward, sprinkled in the bushes by the roadside one by one.

The boy in front of him hugged him tightly, and the beating heartbeat thumped into Nan Yirong's ears.

Nan Yirong slowly raised the corners of his mouth.

In front of the crowd, Ran Yuanxing didn't dare to hug him anymore, kissed him sideways and let go, and said desolately: "I probably won't be able to attend your birthday party tomorrow."

"I don't only have this one birthday, I will have many birthdays in the future." Nan Yirong touched his face and comforted him in a low voice.

"The future birthdays will be in the future, and I don't want to miss any of your birthdays."

Nan Yirong was stunned, looking at his serious face, suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled out the necklace in his collar, shook the yellow star, and said softly: "You didn't miss it, because I put you on it. neck."

Ran Yuanxing was taken aback for a moment, and then felt warm everywhere in his heart.

Saying goodbye to Ran Yuanxing, Nan Yirong returned home for dinner, but Gu Sijuan left him a meal, which was convenient for him to eat.

After he finished his meal, Nan Rongchang who was watching TV with his wife on the sofa stood up and asked Nan Yirong to go to the study with him.

After entering the study, Nan Rongchang handed him a document bag, "This is the list of people who will come to your birthday party tomorrow, you should probably go through it, especially those at the top, their identities are precious, you Be careful, don't offend people by not opening your eyes tomorrow."

Nan Yirong nodded, and took a rough look at the titles of some departments and bureaus, and he dared not neglect them.

Nan Rongchang was very satisfied with his well-behaved attitude, and gave him a few more careful instructions. After a brief talk about business, he waved him back to his room to do his homework.

Nan Yirong agreed, went back to the room and put the list on the desk, and was about to start research, when the phone next to her hand rang.

The caller ID is Hu Yikun, and his tone is more serious than that of Chen Xin before, "Du Haichao's matter has not been suppressed, you should be prepared, the worst result is that the management withdraws the capital, if you can continue to shoot, you have to come back and make up for it That scene where you confronted Bai Zhen."

"it is good."

The person was recommended by himself, and Hu Yikun thought he would yell at him or complain when he encountered such unlucky things, but in the end he just said "good".

"Is there anything else you want to know?" The child was too calm, and Hu Yikun couldn't help asking.

There was silence over there, Hu Yikun thought he was a little childish, and said with a smile: "It's okay, if you have something to say, I will know everything."

Nan Yirong said directly: "Is my salary paid as usual?"

Hu Yikun, who was about to dig out his heart and soul: "..."

"Send it!" Hu Yikun gritted his teeth, "No matter how good the show is, it won't be able to deduct money from the actors. Du Haichao is responsible this time, and he will have to pay the crew a lot of money."

"En." Nan Yirong was relieved after hearing this.

Hu Yikun was very depressed, "You are still short of money, a rich second generation?"

Nan Yirong was in pain from being stepped on by him, and asked blankly, "So I am the second generation rich", and hung up the phone.

He hung up the phone, thought for a while, and clicked on Weibo. Sure enough, Du Haichao's affair became more and more serious. Not only did they pick up Du Haichao, they also picked up boys who drank and kissed Du Haichao. Some of them belonged to popular idol groups. player.

Many fans took off their fans one after another, posting that their house collapsed; there were also those who didn't believe it, and were still defending their idols.

In short, there has been another round of frenzy since the afternoon, and some legal science bloggers have even exploded, and the popular science and technology wave will be sentenced to several years in prison.

The Internet is always busy, Nan Yirong turned off his phone after reading a few more posts, and picked up the list next to him to do his homework.He carefully compared the photos of the big-name guests in the front row to make sure everyone could name them before slowly looking back.

After the big boss passed, most of them were businessmen, some had contacts with the Nan family, and some were invited to make up the number. The further down the list, the less the introduction of titles and achievements after the names.

Nan Yirong scanned ten lines at a glance, and suddenly spotted a name in the small print on the last page of the list: Wang Baoguo.

Producer of "White Detective".

Nan Yirong smiled and closed the list.

The birthday party started on time at 18:30, and many guests arrived before 18:10.Apart from trying to curry favor with the Nan family, they also wanted to establish relationships with some big shots. These were some big shots that people would never get in touch with in their lifetime. If they leaked any news, they could make a lot of money.

Nan's father and Nan's mother greeted the guests inside, and Nan Yirong, the only son, greeted the guests outside. At first, he felt a little strange, but later these guests kept saying the same blessings, and Nan Yirong gradually lost interest. .

The two assistants of Nan Rongchang who greeted the guests with him were Zhang Youcheng and Cheng Yu, both of whom were in their early 30s. The assistant student looked unlovable, the two looked at each other, and said with a smile: "Yi Rong, why don't you go and rest for a while, we are here."

In fact, Nan Yirong stood here with them for more than 10 minutes, they were already very surprised.In the past, Nan Yirong would not stay for more than a minute. Nan Rongchang and his wife left, and he followed suit.

"Okay." Nan Yirong was not polite, nodded, and raised his legs to walk towards the bathroom.

The bathroom was a few steps away. Nan Yirong went in and washed his face, exhaled, and was about to throw the tissue to wipe his face into the trash can when he heard an ouch at the door.

He looked up at the mirror, but saw that it was Wang Baoguo.

Seeing him here, Fatty Wang was very surprised, and looked him up and down. He was wearing a white shirt and black suit that Gu Sijuan gave him today, a tie with white and blue stripes around his neck, and a frameless pair. With the gold-rimmed glasses and that handsome face, he looks like a rich young man who just walked out of a book.

"Are you also here to attend Mr. Nan's birthday party?" Fatty Wang stared at him, and walked up to him with a mean smile. "I haven't seen you for a few days. Are you developed? Who are you hugging?" Thighs? That person seems to spoil you, he is willing to bring you to such a heavyweight banquet."

Nan Yirong didn't answer, just threw the paper into the trash next to him, and got ready to leave.

"Hey——" Fatty Wang hurried up to stop him, smiling earnestly, "Talk about it, and you won't die if you talk about it, I promise I won't embarrass you in the future, you can do it, boy, hug the Buddha without saying a word , everyone says that a dull-mouthed person can do great things, it is indeed, look at you..."

Nan Yirong glanced at him, smiled on the skin and said, "What's none of your business?"

Twice when his face was hot and his butt was cold, Fatty Wang restrained the smile on his face, and said coldly: "Yo, it's different when you hug your thighs. Look at the tone of your speech, it's even worse than before. Nan Yirong , let me tell you, don't be complacent, relying on others to climb up is not the right way after all, just wait, there will be times when you cry, so don't beg you, Brother Wang!"