The whole world thinks I still love him [Rebirth]

Cong Lie didn't let go.

The two stood in a stalemate.

As soon as Liang Chao opened the door and came in, he was almost forced out by the stagnant atmosphere in the reception room.

His scalp went numb, and he walked over to Cong Lie, "Brother, it's almost time for the shooting scene."

Cong Lie loosened his fingers slightly and let go of Yunji.

"I won't sign the contract. If you don't plan to pay liquidated damages, then the magazine you're going to shoot now is also within the scope of the contract." He paused for a while and looked at Yunji.

Fu Jiang crossed his arms and looked back and forth between him and Yunji, and then turned to Cong Lie, "Although I don't quite understand the exact relationship between the two of you and what stage it is, but Yunji said just now that he is not feeling well and that he needs Rest, why didn't you hear at all?"

"Don't ask if you don't understand." Cong Lie answered him concisely.

"Boy," Fu Jiang slightly raised an eyebrow, "You can't be fooled just because you're young, right?"

The corner of Cong Lie's mouth twitched, his eyes gradually darkened, "Or, why don't you wait until you get older and wait all day long to give people barley tea?"

"Cong Lie, don't talk about it." Yun Ji felt a headache from hearing this, and reprimanded him softly.

The other three in the room all looked at him.

"I'll go with you to make a film." Yunji said in a helpless tone.

He didn't want to watch Cong Lie and Fu Jiang fight in the reception room, and this headache and brain fever were nothing to him.

And he also remembered this photoshoot.

At that time, the 300 million copies of the magazine sold out within 18 seconds of pre-printing. Later, it was resold twice, which brought a lot of money to Hanhai.

Since Cong Lie is unwilling to terminate the contract, for Han Hai, his enthusiasm is useless.

If you have money, you don't make money. Bastard, work is work, and there is no need to get entangled in personal matters.

He told Fu Jiang and went downstairs with Cong Lie.

Downstairs in the company, there was a group of young fans watching. When they saw Cong Lie, who was wearing a hat and sunglasses, coming out of the elevator, they immediately rushed forward.

"Teacher Cong, please take a photo with me!"

"Brother Lie, it's my birthday today, can you say happy birthday to me?"

"Teacher, can I sign?"

"I love you fiercely—"

……

Liang Chao struggled to stop him, "I'm sorry everyone, I'm in a hurry today, and it's been hard work."

But there were too many people, and even the few security guards who rushed over were a little overwhelmed.

Cong Lie bowed slightly to the crowd, lowered his head and continued walking in the direction of parking.

Yunji followed behind.

Although the feeling of urgency came and went quickly, his legs were still a little wobbly, and it was already difficult to follow Cong Lie's long legs.

Surrounded by noisy and crowded children in high spirits, his heart rate rose again.

The soles of his feet were as if they were smeared with paste, and he couldn't move forward. Yunji was quickly left behind.

He covered his chest with his hands, and couldn't help leaning against the marble pillars in the hall on the first floor.

He didn't expect Cong Lie to wait for him at all.

My mind was always in a daze.

He remembered that in his previous life, he always followed Cong Lie and chased after him.

Cong Lie is nearly 1.9 meters tall. In Yan Fen's words, "there are legs under the neck".

He walks fast and has clear goals, and rarely stays for anyone or anything, and often flashes by swiftly and resolutely.

Yunji is also in his early 1.8 meters.

But following Cong Lie, the legs are obviously not enough.

Often catch up with a period of breathless.

But Cong Lie never waited for him.

Not once.

Just say "I'm in a hurry" when he can't keep up.

So during the time with Cong Lie, what impressed Yunji the most was his back view.

Tall, straight and surrounded by flashing lights.

Like a young Moses, from the ocean of love for him, a narrow path that is fluorescent and cannot be paralleled.

After the dizziness subsided a little, Yunji took out his mobile phone to ask Liang Chao's exact address, and planned to take a taxi there by himself.

Because Cong Lie must have left.

"What are you doing here?" There was a little tension in Cong Lie's impatient voice, "Why didn't you follow me?"

Yunji didn't expect him to turn back, put his head down and put his phone away, and replied in a low voice, "I'm not feeling well, sorry."

Now, in his opinion, following Cong Lie to take pictures is purely part of the job.

Whether as an artist or a party A, Cong Lie's time is undoubtedly more precious than him.

Cong Lie stood here, and soon the group of young people followed.

The group of children were very well-behaved, no one took pictures without permission, they just crowded around, like a group of small fish waiting to eat.

Cong Lie took off his jacket neatly, wrapped Yunji around him, and quickly walked towards the door with his arms around his shoulders.

When he spoke to the fans, his attitude was a little milder than usual, "Thank you for your hard work, I'm in a hurry today."

The group of young people thanked him flattered and offered to make way for him.

Yunji walked half-supported and half-pushed by him, so naturally he felt a little more relaxed.

But he was still a little dizzy, and he closed his eyes a little tiredly as soon as he got in the car.

It is about 40 kilometers from the company to the studio, and there are speed limits and traffic jams on the road. It will take more than an hour to say the least.

Fortunately, Liang Chao is experienced and has a strong sense of time, so he has already estimated the flexible time of traffic jams.

Although he knows that time is abundant, if it was his previous life, Yunji would still be anxiously looking at his watch.

He would worry about whether Cong Lie would be late, whether he would be in a bad mood because he was delayed on the road, and whether others would think he was playing big cards.

But Yunji is now sitting in the back of the car, wishing that there would be more traffic jams so that he can catch his breath.

After his rebirth, he has too many things to be busy with. Apart from worrying about the old man's physical problems, Han Hai is still in its infancy. The old man will definitely be watching him from behind.

Time is not something he can afford to waste.

He had already drank half a cup of barley tea since he got up at five o'clock in the morning, and he was hungry and tired.

Get as much sleep as you can, as long as you are not late.

Cong Lie was sitting next to him, and he didn't say a word after getting in the car.

Yunji is completely understandable.

Because Cong Lie just had nothing to say to him.

Even after they got married in their previous life, Cong Lie rarely took the initiative to chat with him except for some necessary conversations on the bed, such as polite inquiries such as "is it open enough" and "can you persist?"

He could understand it before.

Cong Lie's world is music.

What can Cong Lie talk to him about?

In this world, people who want to chat with Cong Lie about music are probably far away.

But he couldn't even recognize the staves.

This time he gave up.

"Do you need to go to the hospital first?" When Cong Lie spoke, Yunji was not mentally prepared at all, and could easily be shaken by that voice.

He frowned slightly uncontrollably, but still said "no".

Cong Lie was in a hurry, and so was he.

He can't afford to waste the big star's time, he can go to the hospital by himself.

"Is your chest always tight?" Cong Lie's voice was a little tense, as if he was not used to talking to him like this.

Yunji knows her body well, and doesn't want to discuss it with Party A, who is about to become her ex-boyfriend.

If Cong Lie asked one more question, he was going to tell him to shut up.

Fortunately, Cong Lie should have only cared a few words formally, and shut up before he could say anything.

The temperature in the car seemed to have been slightly raised, and a warm warmth gradually enveloped it.

Yunji flicked the coat covering his body, and soon really fell asleep.

Cong Lie has been staring out the window in silence.

When he was just at the entrance of the hall, he subconsciously turned around and found that Yunji had disappeared.

At that moment, he felt as if his heart was being held tightly by something, and he couldn't even beat for a second or two.

Sweat burst out from all over his body, soaking him in the feeling of weightlessness.

That feeling is very strange.

Even when he was informed that he might not be able to sing on stage for the rest of his life, he was not so overwhelmed.

He knew that there was no reason for the panic.

Not to mention that Yunji was following him just now, even if he was a little behind, where could he go?

What's more, even if Yunji doesn't follow, so what?

But he couldn't help it.

It's like being in the living room just now.

I obviously don't like Yunji clinging to my side, wouldn't it be good to let him go home?

But why does my heart beat faster when I hear that he will be left home without care?

Thinking about it, Cong Lie couldn't help turning his head to look at the sleeping person beside him.

Probably really fell asleep, Yunji's head was slightly tilted to one side weakly.

The slightly messy hair fell loose, half covering his delicate eyebrows and eyes.

In fact, Cong Lie didn't like this somewhat feminine look at first, he thought that a man should look like a man.

But seeing Yun Ji's long and curly eyelashes showing an unconcealable paleness and fatigue, Cong Lie couldn't move his eyes away.

Suddenly, he stretched out his hand and lightly touched Yunji's forehead.

Just a little sweating, no fever.

"Stop at the convenience store ahead." Cong Lie greeted the driver.

The driver drove Cong Lie for more than half a year, and he had never seen him want to buy something halfway.

"It's about 10 minutes away, aren't you in a hurry, teacher?" The driver looked at him from the rearview mirror.

"Stop if you're in a hurry." Cong Lie insisted.

After stopping for a while on the side of the road, the driver saw him coming back with a travel pillow and a bag of steaming steamed buns.

Cong Lie held the back of Yunzu's neck with one hand, and put the travel pillow in with the other hand.

His movements were not gentle, but urgent and fast, as if the skin gathered was hot.

Yunji was obviously alarmed. Although he didn't open his eyes, he frowned and muttered in a low voice, "Don't move."

Cong Lie really didn't move, maintaining the fixed travel pillow position for two to three minutes.

The driver brother didn't know whether he should speak or not, so he asked Cong Lie in a low voice, "Teacher, are you leaving now?"

"Yeah." Cong Lie casually agreed, tied the bag tightly with the bun in his hand, and placed it on Yunji's stomach.Feeling the heat source, Yunji rubbed against his coat, and hugged Baozi with a comfortable sigh.

The temperature in the car was not low, the driver brother and Cong Lie were sweating a little, but Yunji slept comfortably.

When he woke up rubbing his eyes sleepily, he really thought he had slept at home.

The main reason is that he has been too busy recently, so it is rare for him to have a peaceful sleep.

People's habits are sometimes really hard to change.

He couldn't help but feel some pain in his heart.

It's obviously a new beginning, and smelling the clean and clear breath of Cong Lie will still make him instinctively relax.

"What's this for?" Yunji couldn't help asking, looking at the bag of hot buns on his stomach.

"Haven't you seen Baozi?" Cong Lie's tone was stinging, as if he was angry with someone again.

"Oh, I've seen it." Yunji put Baozi on the seat between the two of them indifferently, and ended the conversation unilaterally.

He glanced out the window, just at the gate of the parking lot, the driver was taking the time card.

"Did you eat breakfast?" Cong Lie asked suddenly without end.

"Me? I'll eat later." Yunji slowly frowned as he stared at the bun in his hand and the travel pillow he had just taken off.

Cong Lie was inexplicably impatient, "When is the delay? Do you know when the shooting will end? Or are you going to leave early?"

"Cong Lie, what are you doing? Do you care about me?" Yun Ji seemed to think of something funny, "You put the pillow and buns?"

Not waiting for Cong Lie to deny it, he said again: "If it's because of brother Fu's delivery of tea today that made you feel uncomfortable, you don't need to use this method to seek compensation from me. Competitiveness is not used in this way."

There were other people in the car, and he didn't want Cong Lie to get off the stage, so he was ready to get out of the car after speaking.

According to Cong Lie's temper, he could predict what others would say.

"never mind."

It is because I am too "ignorant of flattery".

But he didn't expect Cong Lie to stop directly at the elevator door, "If you don't want to eat steamed buns, there is also a restaurant upstairs later, and you can eat some hot ones first after you go up."

Relying on his height advantage, he looked down at Yunji, gritted his teeth coldly, and said, "If you don't eat this meal today, I won't even take a single photo even if you don't eat this meal today, do you understand?"

Yunji looked at him for a few seconds, then smiled, "Oh, really."

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The author has something to say:

Today's knowledge point "Can picky eaters use buns from convenience stores"

Cong Puppy: I know!You can go to the restaurant to buy hot ones!

(Looking at Cong Puppy gradually with compassion

(There are always some puppies working hard to add firewood for themselves

感谢在2022-05-1409:47:12~2022-05-1420:29:05期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 sandalwood marks;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 30 bottles of Jet Lag Craftsman; 10 bottles of Siheng; 2 bottles of Baibai Chubby Little Bun;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!