Brilliant

Shen Fengming has been helping him a lot, and Mo Beicheng didn't know what to say for a while.It was just that when Shen Fengming proposed to give Mo Beicheng part of the proceeds from the song, Mo Beicheng refused.

Originally, he was the one who approached Shen Fengming to sell the music, if he took money again at this time, it would be shameless.

Seeing Mo Beicheng's obvious refusal, Shen Fengming stopped mentioning it.The two of them are not the kind of people who will come. Shen Fengming called Sun Junliang and asked him to come over for dinner. When Sun Junliang heard that Mo Beicheng was here, he immediately ran over in his Audi.

He is very interested in Mo Beicheng. First, he is curious about the value of Mo Beicheng's music, and second, he is curious about the relationship between Mo Beicheng and Wen Mingyuan.

At the dinner table, Sun Junliang mentioned this matter in a roundabout way. Mo Beicheng thought that Wen Mingyuan and Sun Junliang had said it before, and for a while, he slipped his mouth and admitted the fact that they confessed to each other.

Mo Beicheng thought it was nothing to say about this matter, after all, both Sun Junliang and Shen Fengming were stakeholders with Wen Mingyuan, and they would not betray Wen Mingyuan nor speculate about it.

But Sun Junliang's reaction was obviously excessive, and his chopsticks fell directly to the ground: "You, you, you... didn't you say that you two have nothing to do?"

"When you asked, there was indeed nothing." Mo Beicheng looked innocent. When Sun Junliang asked Shen Fengming to ask about his relationship with Wen Mingyuan, the two were indeed just ordinary friends.

"Damn, I have to come to you every day to punch a card and ask, are you always in love with Wen Mingyuan?" Sun Junliang was immediately stunned, he never thought that the relationship between the two would develop so quickly.

"How do you talk?" Shen Fengming glared at Sun Junliang, and the man didn't answer the door as soon as he spoke excitedly.

"It's okay... Didn't Wen Mingyuan tell you? I thought he told you about it." Mo Beicheng replied.

Sun Junliang shook his head. He picked up the chopsticks from the ground. After the shock was calmed down, Sun Junliang remembered that the master in front of him was worth 500 million yuan for a song. He had to be careful in serving him.

"This matter...is big or small..." Shen Fengming sandwiched a piece of braised pork for Lulu, "Wen Mingyuan has been popular for a long time, if he is photographed by paparazzi It’s troublesome, and both of you are men...Although you can be said to be good buddies, but you two live together now..."

"It's not that you are short of money, why are you begging to live together?" Sun Junliang asked.

For the first time, Shen Fengming wondered why his company had such mentally ill employees, he frowned and asked: "They are lovers now, Wen Mingyuan lives with him, does he live with you?"

Sun Junliang took a few mouthfuls of food in embarrassment, "Or say you two are half brothers..."

Shen Fengming took a chicken leg and blocked Sun Junliang's mouth: "Shut up!"

"You don't have to worry about this. There are only two families on the first floor of the apartment where the two of us live. The neighbor next door to us has immigrated abroad a long time ago. Keeping a house there is actually leaving a root for ourselves in China. It may not be possible to come back for several years. The landlord who rented the house to Wen Mingyuan only knows that Wen Mingyuan lives here, but he doesn’t know that I live here, and he doesn’t come here often. Other residents in the same building don’t say anything. Basically, everyone has never met face to face." Mo Beicheng explained, "If it really doesn't work, just say I'm Wen Mingyuan's violin teacher...or simply, his good friend... …”

"Actually, it's fine as long as you don't make intimate movements in front of the camera." Shen Fengming said, "Just pay attention to both of you."

"May I take the liberty to ask, how far have you guys gone?" Sun Junliang said, "Mr. Shen, don't stare at me! I'm thinking about my own artists, in case Wen Mingyuan leaves a few strawberry marks on his body." , how should I explain this to the media as an agent."

Mo Beicheng was puzzled: "Which step...confess."

"and then?"

"Just confess..." Mo Beicheng replied firmly.

Now Sun Junliang went crazy again, "It's been a few days since you confessed..."

"It's been almost a week." Mo Beicheng calculated.

Living together for several months and confessing to each other for a week, Sun Junliang can only sigh that Mo Beicheng didn't grow up in the romantic France at all, he was raised in a temple since he was a child.

And Sun Junliang couldn't figure it out even more. Why did Mo Beicheng spend the three sheet music?Isn't it to please the little lover?Isn't it to show that you are rich and powerful...ah no, you are so rich and powerful?

Co-authoring Mo Beicheng didn't get anything from Wen Mingyuan, so what was he doing for it? Was he trying to be happy?

Yes, the realm is too high, beyond the reach of mere mortals.

Sun Junliang has been in the entertainment industry for so many years, and he habitually uses the principle of equivalent exchange and balanced interests to look at things around him. He can't understand that Mo Beicheng took three pieces of music without asking for anything in return. In exchange for Wen Mingyuan's future.He also couldn't understand that without knowing the sacrifices Mo Beicheng made for himself, Wen Mingyuan spent the 5 yuan he gave him to buy gifts for Mo Beicheng, but he himself had nothing, not even the little broken donkey. Not willing to change.

Shen Fengming couldn't help laughing when he saw Sun Junliang's expression as if he had overturned the old vinegar.

They have seen a lot of intrigues in the business world, seen a lot of mutual use in the love field, and accidentally touched pure love, and they thought it was like a ridiculous joke.

In fact, he himself is a joke.

"Is there anything strange?" Mo Beicheng asked.

Shen Fengming shook his head, he held back his smile: "No, it's nothing strange, but you and Wen Mingyuan still have to be careful in the future, remember to draw the curtains and stay away from the glass windows when doing anything at home, and avoid intimacy outside. No matter how you say it, the apartment is still inconvenient, after a few years, when you both have a stable career, I will choose a villa for you."

"Ah."

It's not that Mo Beicheng doesn't know anything about love affairs. He just didn't think about how to explain to Wen Mingyuan the scars all over his body. With the passage of time, the pigmentation of those scars gradually left scars on his skin that were difficult to remove. imprint.Although these scars would not hurt a long time ago, Mo Beicheng didn't want to be ugly and imperfect in Wen Mingyuan's eyes at all.

In the past, he hoped to keep the marks left by his mother on him forever, but now he felt that he had to find a way to get rid of these marks quickly.

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