Super unpopular CP[entertainment circle]

44.

Fang Zhixing's eyes turned black and then red. If Yang Shuming was in front of him now, he might be rebellious.

He was unsteady in his palm, trembling with anger, and made several mistakes when flipping through the address book to call someone else's phone.

The light in the reception room was blocked by the blinds. Fang Zhixing stood at the place where Kim Yoo-hee stood not long ago, with his hands propped on the window sill, and the tendons on the back of his hands burst into pieces, as if he could shake the granite under his palm in the next moment. crumb.

Fang Zhixing's mind was buzzing, he didn't have a clue, no matter how much he thought, it turned into a mess, and the heart-wrenching anger hit his throat, forcing him to speak hoarsely, almost resentful.He didn't even have an opening remark, and asked directly: "Are you fucking crazy?"

Yang Shuming paused for two seconds on the other end of the phone, guessing that his deeds had been exposed, and didn't care about the disrespect of his nephew, and wrote lightly: "If you refuse to give money, someone has to give it for you. Qingqing, don't blame me Uncle, after all, it is Kim Yoo Hee who owes us the money, I think he is quite straightforward when he pays."

A surge of blood surged from the chest and abdomen, Yang Shuming's voice, every word he said was like a bone-biting insect ant, desperately digging into Fang Zhixing's flesh and blood along the old scars.

He closed his eyes, as if in this way he could take the humiliation from his close relatives out of his body, and he could still pretend to be nonchalant and call this person "uncle", and would come to visit with gifts during the New Year and holidays.

But it was too difficult. He worked hard for five years, but collapsed at the moment.

Fang Zhixing gritted his teeth and said, "Which account did he use to send you the money, tell me."

Yang Shuming frowned alertly: "What are you doing?"

Fang Zhixing said coldly, "Repay the money."

At this point, Yang Shuming couldn't bear it anymore, and the peace that the nephew and uncle had maintained for five years was completely torn apart.Yang Shuming suddenly got up in the office, brushed up his hot, smoldering hair with one hand, and immediately slapped the table twice fiercely: "What's wrong with you, Fang Zhixing? You will die if you don't dig into the horns, right? He owes us I asked him for 50 yuan, what’s the matter? Huh? Is self-esteem so important? Just because of that ridiculous self-esteem, you lost a leg five years ago. Don’t give him money, are you born with no brains? Self-esteem is the most worthless thing in the world! It’s been five fucking years and you still don’t understand! "

"That's because of you..." Fang Zhixing grabbed the blinds indiscriminately. After all, some light leaked in from the dark sky. He felt bright even with his eyes closed, "I don't know what ugliness is."

There was a noise on the other end of the phone, Yang Shuming didn't know what to throw all the things to the ground.He frantically accused him on the other end of the phone, blaming his project, his career, his overbearing wife and unfulfilling daughter, blaming Fang Zhixing's dead parents, throwing him a burden after his own death, and finally blaming Fang Zhixing, obviously Rich but refused to help him.

Fang Zhixing listened quietly, feeling the absurdity in his uncle's roar.He gradually calmed down, and a feeling of powerlessness baked out of his chest.

He spoke hoarsely amidst those chaotic voices: "When you wanted to start a business back then, my mother gave you the first sum of money. When a worker under your command had an accident, and your family members came to the factory to make trouble, it was my father who ran around to take care of the aftermath for you." , When I was young, I liked sitting on your shoulders to eat popsicles. You said that as long as you could carry me for a day, you would not let me go alone. I don’t know why the person who can say this would sell me, Uncle, I don't expect you to have a conscience anymore, if you still remember any sympathy you once had, return the money to him."

Fang Zhixing hung up the phone, leaned his back against the window, and squatted down slowly rubbing the cold wall.

Nine and 10 minutes of non-stop dancing made his muscles and bones stretched to the extreme, and the dull pain was so obvious when he bent his knees.

But Fang Zhixing squatted unconsciously, with his elbows on his legs, and his head and face buried deeply.

He didn't hope that Yang Shuming could be moved by just a few words, otherwise, after five years, he should have moved Yang Shuming by now.He just felt tired, ridiculous, and embarrassed.

It's embarrassing in front of Kim Yoo Hee, and it's even more embarrassing for blood relatives to make such a fuss over money.

"Click-"

The door of the reception room opened.

Fang Zhixing raised his head like a frightened bird, the emotions that had not been cleaned up were still piled up on his face, and those that had been resolved and those that could not be resolved were piled up together, making him look like a mess.

However, when he saw the person in front of him clearly, his heart floating in mid-air suddenly settled down.

Zhong Siyuan's walking steps were not obvious, and then he walked towards Fang Zhi without pausing.

Fang Zhixing got up from the ground, and when his right leg straightened, his knee hurt sharply, which made him stagger forward a few steps, and crashed crookedly into Zhong Siyuan's chest.

He simply hung his arms around Zhong Siyuan's body, let the other party lift and slip his waist and hips, and gently carried him to sit on the table.

This posture forced Zhong Siyuan to bow his waist slightly, and put his hands on Fang Zhixing's sides, and the distance between their faces was within a hair's breadth.

Fang Zhixing raised his eyes to look at Zhong Siyuan, and the drooping eyelashes threw a cool breeze on Zhong Siyuan's face. As soon as he spoke, his pink lips innocently rubbed against Zhong Siyuan's mouth. It also seems to want to refuse and welcome.

"Are you off work?" Fang Zhixing asked.

Zhong Siyuan's usually indifferent face could not be seen as hot or cold, but he really couldn't stand this kind of provocation in his heart, so he tasted as much as he wanted before answering.

Fang Zhixing closed his eyes obediently, and lay flat on Zhong Siyuan's arms, like chewing gum that had been crushed and stuck to Zhong Siyuan's body.

Zhong Siyuan was so sensitively aware of Fang Zhixing's dependence that when they parted, the latter looked for him blankly with a pair of eyes deep in water vapor.

He asked calmly, "What are you doing here?"

Fang Zhixing rubbed the tip of his nose against Zhong Siyuan's cool side face, he looked very much like Mozart who acted like a baby to his master because he couldn't get dried fish.He said, "Call."

According to Zhong Siyuan's personality, it is absolutely impossible for him to ask "who are you calling?" It is impolite and respectful.But now, when his upper and lower lips touched, he tried unprincipledly: "Looking for Ji Chuan?"

Fang Zhixing shook his head, not lying to Zhong Siyuan: "Call my uncle."

Zhong Siyuan was stunned for a moment. On the day he went to meet Nanyan, Fang Zhixing's expression and tone of phone calls with his uncle in the car were vividly remembered.

It's not that he doesn't know anything about Fang Zhixing's uncle. He is like a small talker. When we were together, he would tell him everything about the family like beans. From childhood to growing up, he would pull out trivial things. Tell him, it seems that this way Zhong Siyuan can understand those pasts that he has not participated in.

At that time, Fang Zhixing still smiled when he mentioned his uncle, and his tone was still relaxed and cheerful.

"Is there any trouble?" Zhong Siyuan asked the same question as last time.

Fang Zhixing's fingers touched Zhong Siyuan's chin, twirled lightly, and was stabbed by the stubble on his head: "A little bit."

Zhong Siyuan grabbed him: "Can I help?"

"Hmm..." Fang Zhixing thought about it, "It's not impossible."

Zhong Siyuan thought that Fang Zhixing had opened up his heart to him again, and hurriedly asked, "What do I need to do?"

Fang Zhixing laughed softly, and embedded his five fingers into Zhong Siyuan's, entangled him, seemingly inseparable, and said, "I'm tired, and I need you to take me home."

This attitude is really strange. After all, the box-sealing performance is coming soon. Fang Zhixing has been in a hurry recently. It allows him to take this time out of his "busy schedule" to arrive late and leave early. Zhong Siyuan realizes the weight of the word "tired".

Fang Zhixing went back to the practice room to confess for 10 minutes, finished the summary that he hadn't done before, and then left in a very blatant manner against everyone's gaze.He didn't even change into his practice clothes, he wrapped up his coat and went out, as if he didn't want to stay for a minute longer.

Zhong Siyuan was waiting for him in the car, when he saw the thin black exercise clothes under the corners of his clothes blown away by the autumn wind, he couldn't help but sink his eyes.

When Fang Zhixing got into the car, he frowned and said, "It's only been a few days since I've had a cold and I don't have a long memory."

Fang Zhixing put on his seat belt, the cabin was warm, and the chill quickly dissipated, he said without a straight face: "When I thought you were waiting for me, I couldn't even bother to change clothes, what kind of heart do I have~"

Zhong Siyuan didn't answer his nonsense, the car drove away slowly, and when passing by the place where Kim Yoo Hee parked just now, Zhong Siyuan's right eyelid twitched violently uncontrollably.

In fact, he has a good impression of Kim Yoo Hee. In his memory, he is always gentle, modest and casual. As the president of GPO, he has to deal with a lot of things every day, but he can remember the names of every trainee under him.

Zhong Siyuan briefly recalled the whole story of how he joined Times. His father was a pianist and his mother was an opera singer. Both of them are well-known at home and abroad.He had just graduated from college six years ago, and he had a disagreement with his parents about his future life plan. He wanted to be a rock singer, but his parents hoped that he could become a musician.

Although they have different ideas, the family atmosphere of their family is relaxed and open, and their parents respect Zhong Siyuan's choice.The premise is that Zhong Siyuan can break out of his own way without being attached to his parents' reputation.

The two veterans of the Zhong family protected their two sons very well. Even if they met on the street, they pretended not to know each other. Zhong Siyuan hit it off with his parents, and immediately signed up for a music talent show in the United States, eager to prove himself.

Unexpectedly, his parents changed their minds before the battle, saying that they wanted him to experience life, and a plane ticket sent him to Korea as a trainee.

Before leaving, his mother said in a serious manner: "Son, Mom has prepared everything for you. This combination has no characteristics or advantages. In Korea, I caught a lot of them. I counted my fate for it. There are nine out of ten. It won’t be popular, if you can get ahead here, mom won’t care about you even if you roar to the moon.”

Zhong Siyuan was tricked into coming to Korea by his mother, and he was very upset. When he first joined Times, he was a human-shaped refrigerator, and strangers with a full face should not get close to him. Only Fang Zhixing, who had no eyesight, approached him all day long.

Then there is Kim Yoo Hee, as the boss, he cares a lot about Zhong Siyuan who just arrived.

Although Kim Yoo-hee is young, he is still of the generation of his parents. He is approachable without putting on airs, and has an affinity for speaking. He treats the trainees under his hands equally, and basically praises and respects him when asked.

Zhong Siyuan remembered that Fang Zhixing also admired him in the past, and often whispered in his ear.Today, Kim Yoo-hee appeared on the Seventh Ship, apparently to find Fang Zhixing, but since the two of them met until now, Fang Zhixing has never mentioned a word to him.

Zhong Siyuan couldn't think too much about the person who would gossip about trivial matters for a long time, but avoided talking about the boss he once admired and admired.

"When I came here just now..." Zhong Siyuan tapped the steering wheel twice, "I saw Kim Yoo Hee at the door, did he come to see you?"

In an instant, the atmosphere in the carriage changed.

Fang Zhixing's face froze, his body that had just calmed down suddenly became stiff again, and a chill flowed down his spine all over his body.

He should have confided the truth to Zhong Siyuan, but without even hesitation, the lie came out of his mouth naturally: "Did you see him? I just wanted to tell you about this, didn't President Jin come to Haicheng to record a program?" , These two days the program team took him here, and I was shocked when I saw him."

Fang Zhixing's nonsense made up without any stuttering at all, as if it was the truth.

Zhong Siyuan turned his head to look at him, and said indifferently: "Really."

"I haven't seen you for five years. I thought he came to Xingshi to inquire about crimes." Fang Zhixing unconsciously tightened his seat belt, and felt that he was being beaten in the relentless praise, "But he has a lot of adults, so he didn't blame me. I dance, President Jin is so kind, and invited me to be on the show with him, how can I..."

He chattered non-stop, rambling a lot, but Zhong Siyuan didn't pay attention to a single word.

Because those words are empty, like colorful and beautiful bubbles, they scramble to shatter and collapse at the slightest touch.

Fang Zhixing suddenly became very clingy, almost inseparable from Zhong Siyuan, even when Zhong Siyuan went to take a bath, he stood at the door and waited, and tried to persuade Zhong Siyuan to take a bath together, but was rejected.

He said to the people in the bathroom: "You surnamed Zhong, tell me the truth, aren't you okay? I've already delivered it to your door, and you refused me?!"

Zhong Siyuan kept his ears to the outside world, and only took his own bath.

After rushing for a while, he wrapped himself in a bathrobe and opened the door, dragged Fang Zhixing in and pressed him against the steamy tiles in the bathroom.

Then he gave him a cold face.

Before Fang Zhixing had time to be shocked, that shameless hooligan left after playing the hooligan, as if he wanted to prove something.

He followed Zhong Siyuan's footsteps without hesitation, and showed his hospitality like a small tail, handing over pajamas and pajama pants, and even asked to blow dry his hair.

Zhong Siyuan was afraid of him, so he quickly avoided, and directed: "Go cook, and feed the cat after cooking."

Fang Zhi walked to the door and turned back, holding on to the door frame reluctantly: "I really don't want me to brag."

Zhong Siyuan's hair was originally short, but it was cut even shorter after filming, and it dried after a couple of strokes with a towel, so there was no need to blow-dry it.He waved his hand and drove away with a blank expression.

Fang Zhixing left reluctantly, Zhong Siyuan turned around and sent a message with his mobile phone: "When will you arrive?"

The other person responded after a few minutes, and then called directly: "One hour."

The sound of car tires scraping the ground was particularly vivid on the phone, Zhong Siyuan glanced at the time: "Drive slowly, don't worry."

"Yeah." Zhong Lufan responded vaguely, just catching up with the red light, he stopped slowly, and preset what kind of rejection he would encounter next within a few tens of seconds, but he still asked, "Qitai has a variety show Have you heard of the name "I'm a trainee"? There was a project before, and Lu Yuan owed them some favors, and now Qitai executives personally come forward and want to invite you to be a guest flight, are you willing?"

""I am a trainee"?"

Unexpectedly, Zhong Siyuan did not immediately refuse, he confirmed again: "Which variety show did Kim Yoo Hee go to?"

"Yes, your former boss is here. Interested?"

Lingling blue light was reflected in the bottom of his pupils, Zhong Siyuan took off the towel hanging around his neck, and threw it on the bench in the cloakroom.

He turned and walked out, vaguely hearing Fang Zhixing complaining about Mozart's weight mercilessly.Another elegant and modest face came to mind inappropriately, and Zhong Siyuan realized that it was Kim Yoo Hee, an age who knows his destiny, and a man who takes good care of himself so as not to show his old age.He appeared in Zhong Siyuan's memory unscrupulously like this, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. It was not someone who tempted him to show such a look, but a poster hanging on the wall. Fang Zhixing is clean inside.

Zhong Siyuan's voice was deep: "Arrange it, I want to go."