worn after Zha Shouzuo's death

God knows how much time it took Song Ci to make up an excuse that didn't hurt Gao Quan and could express Yin Nan's meaning well. Finally, when Song Ci went to find Gao Quan the next day, he almost bald his hair. It was only then that he managed to put together the whole sentence.

He said that after Yin Nan got married, he got a bad habit, went to gamble, and was very short of money, and then wanted to take back the house he lived in.

After saying this, Song Ci... he didn't believe it himself.

Gao Quan looked very calm, like the kind of porcelain that looks complete and beautiful on the outside, but is actually full of cracks inside. He nodded his head expressionlessly, and said softly: "I know Yes, this house belongs to him, and I will move out as soon as possible."

Song Ci was actually very dumb and not very good at comforting others. Looking at Gao Quan like this, he just felt distressed. He paused for a while, silently stretched out his hand and patted Gao Quan's shoulder, then hugged him gently.

Gao Quan's whole body was paralyzed, he leaned his head on Song Ci's shoulder, and quietly closed his eyes for a while.

A few minutes later, he raised his head, he had already cleaned up the expression on his face, and even smiled at Song Ci: "Let's not talk about this, let's talk about something else. Liming will start broadcasting soon, and it happened to be stuck In the Lunar New Year file, although you only have one or two minutes of footage, it can still earn you a wave of popularity."

Liming's movie Song Ci sold his face, and his good looks are recognized. Even when Heizi was spraying him, he didn't dare to spray his face, so he could only find other things to criticize.

He has already bought the draft, and is also preparing the publicity.

Gao Quan took out several brochures and handed them to Song Ci: "I selected these brochures, I think the quality is very good, and to ensure your popularity, I helped you talk about a reality show variety show. "

Song Ci's ears perked up: "A reality show?"

"Well, I think it's suitable for you." Gao Quan seemed to be very tired, leaning back, sinking deeply into the sofa, rubbing the center of his brows, "It's a big escape room, the name is Escape from the Sky, 24-hour live broadcast , just after the year. The scripts I picked for you all entered the team in March and April, so it doesn't have any impact."

Song Ci nodded, feeling even more distressed about Gao Quan: "Oh, you... this is really, aren't you on vacation these days? Why don't you talk about work, can't you take a good rest, it's almost New Year's Eve."

"I can't help it." Gao Quan tilted his head to look at Song Ci, stretched out his hand, and stroked his soft hair, "Without love, you have to rely on bread to support you, otherwise you really have nothing."

Song Ci hurriedly hugged him: "I support you, I will definitely become popular soon, and then I will let you be the richest agent in the company!"

Gao Quan was really amused by Song Ci this time. He buried himself on Song Ci's shoulder, laughed twice, and said with emotion: "The child has really grown up."

It's no longer the person who coquettishly told him to drink milk tea and eat barbecue before going on stage, now it's his turn to let him rely on.

Gao Quan had brought four or five artists, and he treated each artist as if he was his younger brother and sister. Only Song Ci and Yin Nan would turn their heads to hug him and let him lean on him when he was occasionally tired.

It's a pity that only Song Ci is left by his side now.

The two chatted for a while, and Song Ci suddenly remembered something, and asked casually, "By the way, Mama Gao, do you know other managers?"

Gao Quan nodded, took a sip of water to moisten his throat.Of course, he said: "Look at what you said, of course I know."

"It's like this." Song Ci said, "My mother has a friend's daughter who also wants to enter the entertainment industry. Can you please ask who is still free?"

Gao Quan said lightly: "I know you very well? Okay, then I will use some dim sum to help you find out later."

Who knows, Song Ci flatly refused and said, "Don't be so concerned, just find someone with reliable character and put it in there."

He didn't want to take care of Wang Siruo's affairs at all.

Originally, it was just a casual perfunctory that day, but I didn't expect Wang Chun to rely on him like a dog's skin plaster. After he couldn't find anyone else, he went to the nursing home to make troubles in heaven every day. Song Ci's bodyguards were useless, and the bodyguards could only guarantee Wang Chun does not enter the door, but if he does not enter the door, Wang Chun still has many other ways to make trouble.

Song Ci was so annoyed that he could only be forced to start planning for Wang Siruo.

Wang Siruo kept apologizing to him repeatedly, but Song Ci ignored her.

Gao Quan probably had a clue in his mind, and nodded to him: "I see."

On Ji Huai's birthday, the two of them went back to Ji's house for dinner together. Many of Ji Huai's friends also came to celebrate his birthday with him, but there was no grand occasion.

To Song Ci's surprise, Zhuang Ran also came over, wearing a serious suit and combing his hair carefully. He said that he was here to celebrate Ji Huai's birthday, but in fact the three words were inseparable from Ji Wei. Huai was annoyed, so he directly pulled Ji Wei over and asked her to chat with Zhuang Ran.

This is probably the first time that Zhuang Ran has come to Ji's house to be a serious guest. He usually looks at a person who is so good at filming and has such a vicious tongue, but he is as reserved as a little girl in front of Ji Wei, and he doesn't even know his hands. Where to put it, was laughed at by Ji Wei, Zhuang Ran didn't reply, just listened with a smile.

Song Ci, as Ji Huai's partner, naturally had to deal with it together.

Then he saw that the gifts Ji Huai's friends gave him were luxury cars starting at a million dollars, houses worth tens of millions, and famous watches... What's more, they even sent checks.

Looking back at himself, Song Ci was sour.

——Poverty makes me only able to afford concert tickets.

After the birthday party, Song Ci drove and took Ji Huai to the concert.

Ji Huai drank some wine, closed his eyes on the co-pilot, and lay down in a daze, not very excited.

Song Ci couldn't figure out why Ji Huai's interest was not high. He drove the car to the underground parking lot, turned off the car, and sat quietly for a while.

The rehearsal was over last night, and they just need to go in now.

Ji Huai tilted his head, his breathing was heavy, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

It's snowing again tonight, the roads are full of snow, and the air seems to be frozen.

Song Ci's fingers tapped lightly on the steering wheel, and immediately, he leaned sideways towards Ji Huai.

The right time, place and people... I'm too sorry for the occasion if I don't do something.

Song Ci kissed Ji Huai on the face, turned to his ear, and called softly, "Ji Huai?"

Ji Huai's eyelids moved, but he couldn't open them.

Song Ci laughed twice: "It's fine to be drunk, you don't even know what I'm doing to you now when you're drunk."

The next moment after saying this, Ji Huai quietly opened his eyes.

The heating in the car was fully turned on, and the warm environment made people relax their vigilance, and their consciousness was no longer so tense.

Song Ci leaned over, kissed him on the lips, and then backed away: "You are still awake, right? You haven't read the gift I prepared for you yet."

Ji Huai: "Are you talking about a concert?"

His eyes were dark and light black, a little chaotic, like fermenting wine, no longer the clarity of the past.

Song Ci nodded, smiling: "Yes."

Who knows, Ji Huai said expressionlessly: "I don't want to see it."

The voice is slightly hoarse, but the meaning expressed is very clear.

"Why?" Song Ci was a little surprised, "You have to know that many people can't buy tickets even if they want to, and the ticket prices are over tens of thousands by scalpers."

Ji Huai snorted coldly: "Who cares?"

Ji Huai might really be a little drunk, if he was in normal times, he definitely wouldn't speak in this tone, like an angry child.

But frankly cute.

Song Ci couldn't help but want to laugh again, he hugged him, and lay on his shoulder: "Then what do you care about?"

Song Ci raised his head slightly, kissed his chin, moved up again, and kissed his lips slowly.

Ji Huai instinctively wanted to pinch his head and deepen the kiss, but before he had time, Song Ci backed away, with a smile in his eyes: "Do you care about me?"

Ji Huai didn't speak, but stared at him steadily, with indescribable emotions brewing in his eyes, without the cover of the cold mask, it was fully revealed.

Song Ci stretched out his arms to hug his waist, and leaned against him quietly: "Oh, look at me asking this question, if you can appreciate me..."

Ji Huai interrupted him: "Stop hooking me up."

Song Ci's voice paused: "...?"

There was no expression on Ji Huai's face, as usual, if he didn't look at his eyes, he couldn't tell that he was drunk at all, and even his voice was very steady: "If you seduce me again, you will be at your own risk."

Song Ci really found it interesting right now. He buried himself in Ji Huai's shoulder and laughed for a long time before he said slowly, "What consequences do you want to give me? Hey——you won't want to Let me copy the heart mantra?"

Song Ci raised his eyebrows: "Could it be that you haven't read enough love poems?"

With a snap, he unbuttoned Ji Huai's seat belt, and immediately put his hands on his collar, slid down to the buttons, and undid two of them casually, still talking: "I'd like to see Look, how you can punish me today, you little elf—"

Before he finished speaking, Song Ci's voice suddenly stopped.

Ji Huai's breathing was heavy. He hugged Song Ci over, separated his knees, and let him sit on top of his own. Then he reached out and hugged his waist, kneading him wantonly, directly Pushing up his clothes, Song Ci gasped, and subconsciously leaned back, but was blocked by the driving platform behind him.

Ji Huai approached him inch by inch, his eyes were terribly bright, but his voice was very calm. He touched Song Ci's forehead, and their breaths were intertwined. The distance between their lips was only a few centimeters, and the temperature of the air was This moment climbed up, making people feel numb.

Ji Huai bit his lip and kissed him fiercely.

After the kiss was over, Song Ci's clothes were all untied.

Ji Huai clung to his ear, his voice was soft and slow, in stark contrast to Song Ci's violent panting: "Song Xiaoci, what else do you do besides talking verbally?"

Song Ci: "..."