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017 Serious People & Lonely Heroes

Qi Chao stopped talking, and Yu Chengze stretched out his hand to rub Guigui. Qi Chao took him with him when he first debuted. It has been seven years in a blink of an eye. Qi Chao has contributed a lot to Yu Chengze's progress from a small singer to a great god. They are both Celebrities and managers are also best friends.

Yu Chengze thought like this, thought over and over again, Qi Chao said what was in his heart: "Andy, although I didn't even take the first step towards Xia Ran, it was because I wanted to try this time, so I was more cautious."

Of course, Qi Chao understood what Yu Chengze meant by trying. It had been seven years since Yu Chengze broke up with his first love, and he was not tempted, but Yu Chengze hesitated every time, and the people in the circle were so innocent. Before Yu Chengze made up his mind to chase after him, he showed all kinds of inferiority. Gradually, Yu Chengze gave up the idea of ​​finding a partner.

Yu Chengze said to try now, that means he has already made up his mind, he really intends to chase Xia Ran, and this kind of pursuit is the kind of pursuit that he wants to live his whole life.

"Aze." Qi Chao drove the car steadily, "Although I hate flirtatious, casual, self-willed, many people, and people who don't take things seriously, sometimes I really hope that you are not such a serious person. .”

Yu Chengze felt that Qi Chao's words were really convoluted, so he looked at Qi Chao: "I don't understand, do you like serious people or not serious people?"

Qi Chao smiled: "I like to be serious, but Aze, sometimes you make me feel sorry for being serious."

Yu Chengze choked, and he glared at Qi Chao angrily: "What's so pitiful?"

"You're thinking about a lifetime." Qi Chao stopped laughing, and his voice softened, "But people don't think that way, isn't it a little pitiful to look at you?"

Yu Chengze was silent. After a while, Qi Chao felt that what he had said was a bit too much, but he saw Yu Chengze said again in a nonchalant tone: "It's nothing, the big deal is that I can live alone for the rest of my life, and it's not that I can't live without anyone." gone."

"You're quite..." Qi Chao paused, "You're quite reassuring."

Yu Chengze smiled brightly: "It's just so generous."

After this matter was over, there was no words in the car for a while, and the scenery outside the car continued to reverse, Yu Chengze concentrated on smoothing Guigui's hair.

Of course a person can live alone, but occasionally, looking at the empty house where no one is waiting for him to go home, and the dining table facing him alone every day, he will feel lonely and bewildered.

The world is so big.

And so small.

It turns out that I'm just myself after all, that's all.

On Ming Qifan's side, he got into the car and held his mobile phone to stroke his hair, trying to straighten his messy hair, but in the end he entered the house. His clothes were also wrinkled, and his hair was also curled up here and there. a pinch.

When he entered the house in this state, Father Ming, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room reading the newspaper, became angry when he saw him, and the newspaper was about to knock on him: "What are you wearing, hanging a bunch of chains, dog!"

Ming Qifan hid beside his mother, and he still didn't forget to retort to his father: "Dogs are the most loyal animals, many people are not as good as dogs."

After Ming Qifan finished speaking, he felt that he had said the wrong thing. Sure enough, the next second, his father sneered: "That's right, I have a dog and know how to wag its tail at me. You are not as good as a dog."

Ming Qifan is furious, his father has always looked down on him, from his sexual orientation to becoming a star in the entertainment circle, it is a miracle that his father's blood pressure has not been raised by anger.

If Ming Qifan's father is a "strict father", his mother is a "loving mother".

Ming Qifan sat beside his mother, and Ming's mother stroked his hair, touched his face, and said distressedly: "Why are you like this? Where did you sleep last night?"

Ming Qifan grinned, and was about to act coquettishly and ask his mother to transfer some money to his card, when his mother complained to Ming's father: "Small Qifan has such a good-looking face, why is he not as good as a dog?" , you really can't speak."

Ming Qifan got stuck in his throat, he felt that the old lady couldn't speak even more, Ming's father glanced at his son: "Hmph, you have a good-looking face, so running in the entertainment industry is considered to be the best use of everything?"

Ming's mother replied happily: "My son is so good-looking, he is born to be able to rely on his face to make a living, so why work so hard in the company."

Ming Qifan lowered his eyes: "I'm serious, I said I could break through..."

"Small, why don't you go to a banquet with your mother tonight? Come on, my mother bought you several clothes, come and try..."

Ming Qifan said half of what he said, but Ming's mother didn't listen at all, she looked like a happy woman in her 30s, got up and dragged her youngest son to the second floor to try on clothes for him.

Father Ming glanced at his daughter-in-law and son who ignored him, and continued to read the newspaper angrily.

Why does his patriotic son rely on his face for food? !

Ming Qifan was taken to the second floor by his mother, so he didn't continue what he said before, he was a little frustrated, who would believe it, everyone in the circle was thinking that the young master of the Ming family had nothing to do in the circle, even the agent Nero also thinks so.

He is only in his twenties, and his youthful nature has not completely faded away. He has a passion for getting serious results, but I don't know if the hero is always so lonely on the way forward?

It’s fine if he doesn’t have a partner, he doesn’t even have a beautiful girl in that story who can smile beautifully, open his eyes and say "I believe you will succeed", or a beautiful boy...

Not only does he have no companions.

There was no one who was willing to listen to him one more time, or even say "Come on" perfunctorily.