little widow

After eating, Shi Qi and Gong Xingchuan rushed back to the set.

Lu Hang and Pei Yun had already arrived, and they were standing in front of the gate of the East Palace, looking in curiously.

"It's so warm." Lu Hang sniffed enviously, "Shi Qi, are you here?"

Shi Qi nodded and walked over.

The guests hadn't arrived yet, and the staff were running around in the East Palace. He and Lu Hang were chatting in front of the small solar heater in front of the door.

"I don't think it's winter until Lishui." Wearing a bright red scarf, Lu Hang muttered, "It's so cold...how did you two arrive? Isn't it the morning plane?"

"Something's delayed."

"Isn't it?" Lu Hang took a deep breath and looked at Shi Xi's expression carefully. Seeing his eyes rolling and his brows full of affection, he immediately gave Gong Xingchuan a look, "Beast!"

Shi Qi: "?"

"I won't let you off in the morning." Lu Hang patted Shi Xi's head angrily, "I'm telling you, you can't make men too satisfied, they will get tired of it!"

Shiqi: "..."

"You have to hang him." Lu Hang educated him with full experience.

Shi Xi folded his hands, blinked his eyes and listened carefully.

"It's like you gave him delicious food, and he was served at the banquet on the first day, and he will have no expectations in the future."

"That makes sense." Shi Qi was confused, "But where did you get these experiences?"

Lu Hang was triumphant: "Fry CP. You don't know, Pei Yun and I are golden partners now."

He suddenly realized: "So it is."

Lu Hang wanted to say something more, his feet rubbed against the edge of the heater, and the hot air came up through the shoes, and changed the subject again: "Where did you go?"

Shi Qi was silent, did not mention the matter of Gong Xingchuan's parents, and vaguely talked about Gong Kai's life experience.

"Although I guessed that they would not be father and son, I was still shocked to hear the truth." Lu Hang moved the heater to his side, "So why did your parents force you to marry Gong Kai?"

Shi Qi pursed his lips: "I don't know."

He only knew that he had collapsed under the vicious curse of darkness, and even though he was far away from his parents, he could still see the blood on his hands.

He has frequent dreams, in which he kills Ding Xin and Shi Xiangguo in the most cruel way.

He's going crazy.

"Is there no one who can help you?"

Shi Qi smiled miserably: "Help me?"

Help a white-eyed wolf who almost killed his mother?

At that time, no one in the world could help him except himself.

"Gong Xingchuan!" Lu Hang pressed Shi Xi's shoulder in confusion, "At that time, I was afraid of affecting your mood, so I never asked... If your parents forced you to do something, why didn't you ask Gong Xingchuan?" Xingchuan asking for help?"

Shi Qi opened his mouth and heard the director calling his name.

He swallowed back the words, and looked away in embarrassment: "I'm going to put on makeup."

Shi Qi ran forward in a hurry, as if he wanted to leave the past behind.

But he knows that some things can never be changed.

Just like him three years later, he still chooses to face problems by avoiding them.

"Oh my god, why are you so tired?" The makeup artist was taken aback by Shi Qi who pushed the door open out of breath, "Sit down and have a rest."

He leaned his back against the door and nodded indiscriminately.

How can there be any reason?

It's just because he was afraid that his uncle, like the nurses and doctors around him, would treat him as a white-eyed wolf who attempted to kill him three years ago.

Because he approached his uncle for money, even if he was moved later, it still couldn't change his original intention of appearing in front of Gong Xingchuan.

He is a wolf in sheep's clothing, and sooner or later he will reveal himself.

"Shiqi, do you want to put on makeup?"

"Here we come." Shi Xi sat down preoccupied, and heard the sound of the door opening and closing.

He saw Gong Xingchuan in the mirror.

"Mr. Gong." The makeup artist also saw it, and immediately stepped aside cautiously, "Please go and change your clothes first, and after I finish putting on Shi Xi's makeup, I'll make a style for you."

"Okay." Gong Xingchuan walked behind Shi Xi, inserted his slender fingers into his hair, and kissed him on the top of his head regardless of the presence of outsiders, "What did you say to Lu Hang just now?"

Shi Xi shrank his neck and hummed: "I didn't say anything."

"Ok?"

"Oh, uncle." He frowned, "The CP between Lu Hang and I has long since lost popularity, and no one has posted on Weibo recently, why are you still jealous?"

"The heat is suppressed by me."

"..."

"Unhappy?"

"Uncle, why didn't I realize that you are so possessive before?" Shi Qi turned around in surprise, rubbing his cheek against Gong Xingchuan's palm, "Go and change your clothes, don't make people wait."

Gong Xingchuan let out a "hmm" and brushed his fingers over his Adam's apple: "I'll wait for you on the set."

"You two have such a good relationship." The makeup artist watched Gong Xingchuan leave, and helped him pinch his hair with a smile, "I'm also a fan of Domineering."

Shi Qi lay on the dressing table and yawned lazily.

He is like a full cat lying on the balcony basking in the sun, stretching his arms and stretching his waist: "Don't you think it's strange?"

"What's strange?"

Shi Qi said: "I was married to Gong Kai, and it was rumored on the Internet that they are father and son..."

The makeup artist interrupted him with a smile: "Is that a rumor?"

"How to say?"

"Although it was uploaded on the Internet for a while, it was true, but the two of them are not father and son no matter how old they are." The makeup artist paused, "And when you and Gong Kai are together, you are not happy."

Shi Shi was stunned.

The makeup artist took out his mobile phone, pulled out a Weibo, and handed it to him: "Shi Qi, it's nothing to have a failed marriage. Really, if you are with Gong Xingchuan, people who like you will only be happy for you .”

Shi Qi took the makeup artist's phone, clicked on the photo on the screen, his eyes gradually blurred - he almost forgot what he looked like three years ago.

If I really want to describe it, it's probably like a mayfly that lives and dies at night. As soon as it sees the rising sun, it has already begun to look forward to the end at sunset.

What kind of life has he become?

"So don't worry about it." The makeup artist helped him tie his hair into a bundle, comforting him softly, "The fans will bless you all."

Shi Qi said countless thanks from the bottom of his heart, clicked on Weibo, thought about it, and sent out a small red heart.

Gong Xingchuan turned in seconds: Received.

Shiqi: ...

He dropped his phone on the dressing table, buried his cheek in his palm, and let out an awkward "Oops".

Uncle, why are you like this?

unacceptable.

Gong Xingchuan, who left the dressing room, met He Lan who was out of breath in front of the East Palace gate.

"Mr. Gong." He Lan's neat business attire was crumpled, and the mottled makeup couldn't cover the thick dark circles, "I found it."

"Go out and talk." Gong Xingchuan interrupted He Lan, and walked into the cold wind of late autumn first.

He Lan rushed to catch up, holding the information she had found, and speaking quickly: "Mr. Gong, Ding Xin and Shi Xiangguo abused Xiao Qi for a long time, and their neighbors can testify."

"...More than ten years ago, Shi Xiangguo left his original job because of a leg injury, and Ding Xin was a housewife and had no income, so they forced Shi Xi to work in a nightclub." He Lan flipped her hands clattering "When Shi Qi went to the nightclub, he was too young, so he could only serve tea and water, and his salary was very low...but during this time, Shi Xiangguo bought two stocks, three funds, and used The account of the same person surnamed Gao."

"...Then I went to check Shi Xiangguo's previous capital flow, and found a lot of strange things." He Lan frowned, obviously the information found was not trivial, "There are several accounts, and the surname will be given from time to time. The amount of high money transfers varies, and the time is irregular, and this kind of capital flow has continued until not long ago, that is... the few days when Mr. Gong Kai passed away."

Gong Xingchuan frowned suddenly, and reached out to take the document handed over by He Lan: "Foreign account?"

"Yes."

"Don't talk to Xiao Qi about these things yet." Gong Xingchuan pursed his lips and raised his eyebrows sharply, "Chen Han is still dealing with Shi Qi's contract termination, you go and help him."

He Lan understood that Gong Xingchuan meant to investigate thoroughly by himself, so she nodded immediately: "Okay, I'll go find Chen Han right away."

"One more thing..." Gong Xingchuan who returned to the East Palace took two steps, then turned around suddenly, and called He Lan who had already run away.

"Mr. Gong?"

"There are '67' CP fans popping up again on the Internet, you go and deal with it."

"..." He Lan nodded expressionlessly, "Okay, Mr. Gong, no problem, Mr. Gong."

When Shi Qi finally finished the little prince's costume, he was almost asleep.

The makeup artist shook him awake: "Shi Qi, it's your turn to record the show."

With his hands in his hands, he dragged his long clothes and swayed towards the studio, passing by a small solar heater, squinting his eyes and stopping to dry it for a while, until he stood in the newly built studio, yawning and standing still.

Gong Xingchuan is not here.

Today's recording is about the little prince awkwardly visiting the regent. As for how the regent responds to the little prince, it depends on how Gong Xingchuan adds drama.

The little prince dressed in a black gold python robe, surrounded by the courtiers, came to the regent's mansion. He waved away the crowd: "Go see uncle by yourself, you don't have to follow."

After saying that, he put his hand on the heavy palace gate.

Pale fingers wandered hesitantly along the cold golden lines, and deep struggle flashed across his eyes.

Regent, oh regent, a stumbling block on his way to the throne.

But he is also the uncle he admired since he was a child.

throne...

The little prince suddenly opened his eyes, and the hesitation and hesitation in him dissipated.

If you want to achieve great things, what are close relatives?

The palace door burst open, and the little prince's footsteps echoed in the empty palace.

His figure was gradually engulfed by the darkness, as if blending into the night.

The camera changes, time travels through the palace full of cameras.

He was more anxious inside than he showed.

Facing Gong Xingchuan, no matter in his role as "Shi Qi" or as the "little prince" in the play, he was nervous.

How will the uncle develop the plot?

If he can't answer the lines, how many times does he have to NG?

Will the program team edit his communication with Gong Xingchuan into a short video full of pink bubbles and post it on Weibo?

Shiqi's chaotic thoughts got stuck when he saw Miyayukikawa dressed as the regent.

The temple is burning with soothing incense.

The regent was leaning on the bed, his clothes half undressed, his breasts exposed.

The makeup artist put on Miyayukikawa's hair but didn't tie it up, letting the messy strands of hair hang down on his bronzed chest.

Shi Qi sneaked a glance, and then another glance, always feeling that he saw something that he shouldn't see looming behind his clothes.

In the setting, the regent was sick, so Gong Xingchuan looked sick with a hint of sickness in his brows.

The man put down the scroll in his hand, traces of tyranny flashed in his sharp eyes.

And the little prince played by Shi Xi softened visibly to the naked eye, shrinking shyly into a small steaming tomato, his whole body was red and bleeding.

What is fighting for power and position, close relatives can be killed, and everything is gone.

Shi Qi just wanted to lie in Gong Xingchuan's arms, block the camera, and kiss his uncle's chest.