After agreeing to marry the villain

Steward Fang's mood suddenly became uneasy. He looked at Chi Ye surrounded by the crowd in the distance, and then at Gu Congzhou beside him, feeling stumped.

Over there, the people around Chi Ye walked away and came again.

The fans had just been persuaded away by the staff of the program group, and met the judges who had just come out of the program.

There were a total of 6 judges on the show, 4 of them stopped beside Chi Ye, greeted him and said goodbye, and 2 simply stopped to chat, asking Chi Ye how many years he had learned the piano, and how many hours he usually practiced every day.

A bunch of questions came down, and twenty minutes passed.

After finally waiting for the judges to leave, another group of contestants came out, and they also stopped to talk to Chi Ye.

Now, even Butler Fang felt that something was wrong.

He looked at Gu Congzhou again, and said in a low voice, "Why don't I go to remind you? Mr. Xiaochi doesn't know we are waiting for him here, so let me call him first."

It's no wonder that Chi Ye didn't leave for Gu Congzhou's sudden attack.

Normal communication is always required.

Saying that, I will take my mobile phone to make a call.

But before he swiped open the screen, he was stopped by Gu Congzhou.

Gu Congzhou straightened his bent legs, he lost his laziness, and became more arrogant, "No, go back, waste of time."

The butler opened the door for him.

As soon as he got into the car, he turned his head and glanced out of the car window—the young man was holding a large bouquet of roses, standing in the crowd, separated by the dark blue night of early autumn, warm and beautiful, as if he was loved by the whole world.

The car started slowly, Gu Congzhou lowered his head and rubbed his fingers, and asked casually, "He hasn't been home recently?"

Steward Fang, "Huh? Yes, it's more convenient to live with his manager."

Gu Congzhou, "Did you drive out?"

Butler Fang, "No. The neighborhood is old and not convenient for parking."

Gu Congzhou frowned slightly, "So old?"

Butler Fang, "The house is from the last century. It is inevitable that the planning is unreasonable."

Added, "I originally asked the driver to pick me up, but Mr. Xiaochi refused, saying that it would be convenient to take a taxi."

Gu Congzhou, "Then how will he come back later?"

Butler Fang really wanted to say, since he was worried that it would be inconvenient for him to go home, then wait. If you don’t want to wait, let me hurry. He promised that in the past 25 years, he had never discovered that his young master was such an awkward person. It's just a bad temper, now it's capricious, and it's becoming more and more difficult to serve, "I'll tell the driver at home, let him drive to pick up Mr. Xiaochi."

Gu Congzhou let out an "um", not knowing whether it was good or bad.

Cullinan came out of the TV station and turned onto the road. There was a traffic light ahead, and the green light was counting down for 25 seconds. The driver was about to pass the intersection before the red light, when Gu Congzhou suddenly heard behind him, "Find a quiet place to stop, and call people come over."

The driver silently glanced at the boss from the rearview mirror, stepped on the brakes quickly and turned on the turn signal, and said silently in his heart, for the sake of Cullinan and his salary, he can do whatever the boss tells him to do!

"Okay!" Steward Fang responded immediately, thinking of setting off firecrackers, and finally there was a result.

When the driver found a stable side of the road, he immediately opened the door and got out.

—— Chi Ye was talking to Du Changming.

His arms were full of things—roses, chocolates, and even a music box.

He was carrying a bag full of presents, and at the same time, he replaced a bag in his hand with Du Changming, which contained the clothes for the performance. He does not have a brokerage company now, which means that he has no team. People, he has to be responsible. Du Changming took him to borrow the clothes for today's performance, and he had to return them after wearing them.

Chi Ye handed the bag to Du Changming, "Brother Du, the clothes were stained with lipstick in the dressing room just now, they may need to be dry-cleaned before returning them."

Du Changming, "Okay, leave this to me."

He looked at his watch, "Are you going home tonight, or staying at my house?"

Chi Ye, "Let's think about it, maybe go home."

Du Changming, "Then how do you go back? Take a taxi or let me drive you?"

Before Chi Ye could speak, Lu Qing happened to come out with his manager. Hearing their conversation, he looked in Chi Ye's direction twice more.

The two stopped talking, and within two minutes, someone came up to Chi Ye to say hello.

"See you next time we record the show."

"If you have a chance, come to a collaborative stage."

Chi Ye responded one by one.

He was holding the flower, still immersed in the emotion of the song just now, dreamy and soft, full of passion and love.

Affected by this emotion, Chi Ye's own mood became soaring and enthusiastic.

What's more, he received so many likes and compliments today.

Although the days of rehearsing, filming, and staying up late to perform on stage are exhausting, this feeling of joy is great.

When he was a child, every time he finished piano practice or competition, his mother would praise him warmly, hug him, and share his joy.

But for a long time, he hadn't felt this kind of happiness.

Tonight, surrounded by flowers, he knew for the first time what it feels like to be a star.

Do what you love, and be liked, affirmed, and feel that everything is full of hope.

The joy was too strong for him to feel it alone, he wanted to share it with others.

Not only Du Changming, but also family and close friends.

But it is a pity that he has no family, whether it is the world of the past or the world of the present.

I can only leave the deepest joy to myself to slowly digest.

"Whose phone is ringing, is it yours?" Du Changming pushed him.

"Ok?"

Chi Ye took out his cell phone and saw that it was Butler Fang's call.

He left the crowd and stepped aside to answer the phone.

"What? Young Master Gu is here? Okay, I'll come over right away."

No matter how happy you are, you can't forget to serve the boss. After all, with such a high salary, you may not be able to earn it no matter how many shows you appear on.

Chi Ye found an excuse to say goodbye to Du Changming and the others, and ran towards a small path beside the TV station as instructed by Butler Fang.

The evening wind in early autumn is getting cooler.

The half-open car window sends the fragrance of Sanqiu osmanthus.

The young man took flowers and ran all the way from the dark night by the light.

Chi Ye rushed into the car and stuffed the flowers in his arms to Gu Congzhou without hesitation, "Here, for you."

The fragrance of roses and sweet-scented osmanthus filled my arms.

Both the mouths of the driver and Fang Butler opened their mouths into an O-shape, and they all thought to themselves, good guy, good guy, Mr. Koike will, this time, I don’t ask if Gu Congzhou is angry, or explain what I was talking to those people just now , Not to mention that I haven't been home for the past few days, I didn't say a word of nonsense, I just threw myself into my arms, beautiful flowers, who can stand it?

Look, Young Master Gu, who was still looking worried just now, froze in an instant, and there seemed to be a smile on the corner of his mouth.

King Zhou of Shang was fascinated in this way.

High, the means are too high!

Chi Ye's eyes were shining, like a kitten catching prey in the dark and giving it to its owner, "I received many gifts today."

Gu Congzhou lowered his brows and eyes, covered by crow-feather eyelashes, his gaze fell on the bouquet as if unintentionally—a bouquet of flowers, very ordinary, not some expensive rose variety, even a few petals have withered, curled, It is yellow, and the bandage is not aesthetically pleasing. There are no layers or gaps between flowers.

The fresh flowers that Gu Zhai puts in the restaurant every day are of better quality than this one.

Moreover, this bunch of flowers must have been held for a long time, and the wrapping paper underneath is also crumpled.

According to Gu Congzhou's previous standards, such a cheap bouquet should only be placed in the trash can, and he had to wipe his hands carefully with a hot towel after touching the bouquet.

But at this moment, he didn't do anything, he just raised his eyelids and looked at Chi Ye, then turned forward calmly, as if he didn't care, "Go home."