Xiao Zuojing became popular after falling in love with her ex

I'll fortify the defenses.

It has long been rumored in the circle that Cheng Yingyao has a lover of the same sex, but no one thought it would be Jane's family.

Shocked, Hao Xian finally understood how he could invite Cheng Yingyao, the affectionate person was looking at Jian Cong's face.

But since they are all acquaintances, they didn't say polite words.

As soon as he sat in the living room, Cheng Yingyao went straight to the point and said: "Tian Lai's singing is very professional, but also very inclusive. Xiao Cong's singing skills are not a problem, but if you want to have a stronger impact, I suggest going to the show band."

Jian Cong learned how to sing from Cheng Yingyao, and no one doubts that a famous teacher produces a talented student.

In fact, Cheng Yingyao could not come to "interview" Jian Cong today, but he was picking up his lover for dinner tonight, so he happened to stop by to see Jian Cong and Fu Wenzhou—mainly to meet Fu Wenzhou.

Hao Xian worried: "Mr. Cheng, Xiao Cong's band has been disbanded for so long, can they come back now? Will it affect the performance?"

The contract of the program group has been sent over, and the latest episode of the program will be on Sunday night three days later, so the time is actually very tight.

The Masked Band's reputation has indeed been resounding, and several of their original songs are still the Queen's BGM of major programs, but after all, they haven't cooperated for so many years, so I don't know if they can still have the previous effect.

Jian Cong said: "The band members are all my friends, and they can come to rehearse anytime."

Cheng Yingyao also said: "Those children have good musical talents and skills, and they can give it a try."

"Okay, then since even Mr. Cheng thinks it's okay, I'm ready to operate it." Hao Xian is gearing up, and he will finally come in handy.

His favorite method of publicity is to first suppress and then raise, first suppress everyone's expectations of Jian Cong, and then make a blockbuster on the show, so that the dramatic effect can be full and more amazing.

In particular, Tian Lai's singing is still a live broadcast and full-on mic program, so this impact can be amplified even more.

Jian Cong immediately contacted Qin Xingwen and the others, and the cynical second generations all agreed, promising to give Brother Cong good face.

They agreed to rehearse tomorrow, and Cheng Yingyao volunteered to give them free guidance.

As the boss, Fu Wenzhou directly and proudly rented two practice rooms from the idol training factory on the [-]th floor for them to rehearse.

Cheng Yingyao was very satisfied with this, and after asking him to take good care of Jian Cong, he left to pick up his lover from get off work.

"By the way, boss, did Shi Chengcheng tell you when it will take off tomorrow?" Hao Xian asked worriedly.

Fu Wenzhou: "I said it."

Jian Cong looked at him sideways: "Where are you going?"

Hao Xian immediately left quietly, very sensible.

Fu Wenzhou said: "Go to country Y, there is an awards ceremony to go to."

"Oh." Jian Cong pursed his lower lip silently. He will be performing the night after tomorrow. It would be a shame if Fu Wenzhou couldn't see the scene.

Fu Wenzhou seemed to know what he was thinking, and said, "I'll be back in two days, so I can catch up with the performance."

Jian Cong raised his eyebrows: "What does it matter to me whether you can catch up?"

Fu Wenzhou just looked at him and smiled, but didn't speak.

The two stood facing each other, at a distance not too far away.

Fu Wenzhou slowly traced Jian Cong's facial contours with his eyes, from his brows down to his pink lips.

Jian Cong's heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably, and the ambiguous atmosphere reached its peak. Fortunately, the afterglow of the setting sun broke the sticky pink bubbles.

"I'm hungry." Jian Cong said abruptly.

Fu Wenzhou answered the question naturally: "What do you want to eat?"

"casual."

Jian Cong walked towards the elevator with long legs, and Fu Wenzhou followed him, asking, "Is it okay to tear the cabbage by hand?"

"I want to eat meat."

"The big plate chicken?"

"It's too oily to eat at night."

"steak?"

"It's not easy to digest."

With a smile in his eyes, Fu Wenzhou tirelessly reported the names of the dishes until Jian Cong nodded.

Although there are no hard and fast rules for the program group, the guests basically return to the huts at night after finishing their work during the day.

The same is true for Jian Cong and Fu Wenzhou, and Fu Wenzhou's luggage has already been packed and delivered by Shi Chengcheng, and he can set off directly from here tomorrow.

At night, the two were lying on the bed, still separated by a thin quilt, but the sense of distance seemed not as strong as last night.

The curtains were not closed, the bright moonlight came in, and there were only two shallow breathing sounds in the room.

Jian Cong didn't feel much sleepiness, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

"Not sleepy?" Fu Wenzhou said suddenly.

Jian Cong paused, and after a while, he asked, "What time are you leaving tomorrow?"

"Six in the morning."

"Oh." Jian Cong turned his back to him, but he could feel that his eyes seemed to be on his back.

"Can I contact you these two days?" Fu Wenzhou asked him.

After waiting for two seconds, Jian Cong let out an inaudible "hmm".

Fu Wenzhou pursed his lips and said, "Can I play a video?"

"..You can call, but I may not answer."

Fu Wenzhou laughed lowly, and said, "Then, can I hug you now?"

Jian Cong didn't move or speak.

He closed his eyes, his mind was in a mess, reason and emotion seemed to be two villains fighting in his mind.

One said, "You idiot with a love brain, have you been fooled by Fu Wenzhou again"?

Another said, "It's nothing to do with just hugging him. Besides, you can't fall asleep. If you use him as a humanoid pillow, you may be sleepy"!

There was a rustling sound behind him, and Jian Cong froze suddenly. He felt the mattress behind him sink slightly.

"Ah!" He sat up abruptly, turned his head to look at Fu Wenzhou.

Fu Wenzhou was half-sitting up, his hand that was about to move the "demarcation line" froze in the air.

Jian Cong said defensively, "What are you doing?"

"I..." Fu Wenzhou put down his hand hesitantly, tidied up the thin quilt that was a little loose, and said, "I'll reinforce the line of defense."

Jane Cong was silent.

Fu Wenzhou coughed lightly, lay down again, and said calmly, "Good night."

Jian Cong lay back in silence and closed his eyes.

After a while, he suddenly laughed silently.

After a dreamless night, Jian Cong was woken up by the alarm clock the next day.

He sat up awkwardly, subconsciously looking to the side.

Fu Wenzhou had left long ago, and the dividing line on the bed was nowhere to be found, and he himself was lying carelessly in the middle of the bed, still holding Fu Wenzhou's pillow in his arms.

He woke up instantly, threw the pillow in his arms aside and got up to wash.

After going downstairs, he found that the other four guests had already woken up and were having breakfast in the restaurant, and Qu Banyan greeted him enthusiastically after seeing him: "Brother Cong, come quickly, Brother Fu has prepared a loving breakfast for you. "

Fang Yuze looked at Jian Cong, and half-jokingly said: "Xiao Qu almost doesn't have my boyfriend in his eyes now."

"My dear, are you jealous?" Qu Banyan smiled and hugged his arm.

Fang Yuze nodded with a stern face, and then pinched her face with a smile. The two of them looked sticky, and they should have reconciled.

Jian Cong walked to the dining table and sat down, and took the familiar insulated box.

Zhong Guan and Miao Chan drank coffee, and Zhong Guan joked: "Xiao Fu made the announcement early in the morning and didn't forget to make breakfast for everyone. We are obviously in the light of Xiao Jane."

"Yes, Brother Fu really dotes on you!"

Qu Banyan's attention was on Jian Cong again, and he asked, "Brother Cong, I was curious just now, are the two villains on the insulation box Q versions of you and Brother Fu?"

The lunch box is pink and white, and there are two small people wearing the same school uniform printed on it. One has a cool expression and the other has a bright smile. The two stand side by side holding hands.

There is green grass under their feet, and there are mountains behind them. The style of painting is very warm and lovely.

Jian Cong looked at the two little men in a daze.

In fact, the last time Fu Wenzhou went to his house to bring him breakfast, he noticed it.

This painting was drawn by him himself, and it contains his secret thoughts. When he finished painting it for Fu Wenzhou, he never expected that the other party would print this painting on the lunch box and give it to him every day. Deliver food.

Of course, the lunch box now is not the one it was four years ago, but the painting is the same.

And Fu Wenzhou seemed to be as proficient in taking care of him as he was four years ago.

"Brother Cong?" Qu Banyan called out to him.

Jian Cong came back to his senses and looked at her with a smile: "It's pretty similar, right?"

"Super resemblance." Qu Banyan asked curiously, "Is this your customized fanart?"

Jian Cong took out the breakfast and replied casually, "I drew it myself."

"Did you draw it?!" Everyone was shocked in unison.

Jian Cong laughed and said, "Doesn't it look like I can draw?"

Miao Chan smiled and said, "It didn't look like it before, but it looks like it after you finished talking."

In fact, everyone still felt that Jian Cong didn't seem like someone who would calm down and learn painting. Fang Yuze disdainful in his heart, thinking that Jian Cong must be trying to sell the character design, so he couldn't help but want to expose him.

"The drawing is really good." Fang Yuze praised, and then said: "If it is convenient, can Xiaojian draw a picture for Xiaoqu and me?"

This kind of proposal is actually very presumptuous. Jian Cong's "inconvenience" was on his lips, but he swallowed it.

Because he saw his "good sister" Qu Banyan, looking at him with bright eyes, with anticipation written all over his face.

Jian Cong: "...OK, I'll come back tonight and help you draw."

Fang Yuze paused, Jian Cong was so calm that he felt that the other party really knew how to draw, but when he thought that Jian Cong might be in the limelight again, he couldn't help but laugh.

Zhong Guan also wanted to join in the fun, but held back, but Jian Cong took the initiative to say: "I will draw one more, and I will help the two teachers."

"That's a good relationship." Zhong Guan was very happy.

After eating, they walked to the sofa in the living room and sat down. Except for Jian Cong and Fu Wenzhou, no one else went out today.

They looked at the scenery outside through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and then suddenly saw a flamboyant light blue sports car parked outside the villa.

Qin Xingwen got out of the car. He was dressed in a silver-white suit, with sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and he was very coquettish.

He looked into the house while dialing a number on his cell phone.

Jian Cong's cell phone rang, and he hung up casually. After that, he bid farewell to everyone and walked out with his coat in his hand.

As soon as he opened the door, Qin Xingwen walked towards him with a smile.As soon as he approached, he put his hand on Jian Cong's shoulder, and the two handsome guys with tall legs and long legs walked to the side of the car together and sat in each other.

Qu Banyan stretched his neck to look, wondering, "That man looks familiar."

Zhong Guan and Miao Chan didn't think much about it, they just thought that Jian Cong's good brother asked him to hang out, but Fang Yuze was different.

A dim light flashed across his eyes, he opened WeChat, and sent a message to Wang Shi.

So as soon as Jian Cong and Qin Xingwen arrived in the rehearsal room, someone posted a picture of them getting off the car together on Weibo, with a caption——

【How hungry is Jian Cong?As soon as Fu Yingdi left the country, he dated someone else! 】

The topic was immediately bought into the hot search, and all the topics related to Jian Cong and Fu Wenzhou will not be low in popularity.

So many people rushed in very quickly.

【I'll go, this is the car that picked up Jian Cong from the airport that day, right? 】

[Don't tell me that he is still inseparable from those patrons, he truly loves Best Actor Fu. 】

[I think some people have forgotten the lawyer's letter from Fu Wenzhou's studio, right?Let's weigh the cost of spreading rumors. 】

[I understand everything, don't you know the past of the master, Jane fans, don't you know? 】

Fans, blacks, and passers-by quarreled endlessly, and the topic quickly fermented.

Fu Wenzhou didn't have a chance to see it on the plane, and Jian Congzheng and his four brothers were waiting for Cheng Yingyao to come over, but they didn't pay attention.

Fortunately, the public relations department kept watching, and Hao Xian came to Jian Cong as soon as he received the news.

Jian Cong was very happy after reading those convincing "financial master theories". He thought that sending a batch of lawyer's letters before was equivalent to clarifying the rumors that he was "nurtured", but now it doesn't seem to be counted.

"That's it, it's simple." He turned on the camera, and then greeted Qin Xingwen and the others: "Come take a photo together?"

"It's done."

Several people put down their instruments and all squeezed into the camera.

Hao Xian looked at all these handsome guys, his eyes were dazzled, and he couldn't help asking: "Do you have any intention to continue to develop in the circle?"

Qin Xingwen smiled and said: "The band is just a hobby, didn't you dare not show your face when you watched our performance before?"

The reason why they are called the Masked Band is because they all wear masks when they perform.

This is because they dare not show their faces. For people like them, every word and deed is related to the face of the family, and if they are not careful, they will make mistakes and leave black spots on others.

This is why they envy Jian Cong, because among the people they know, only Jian Cong can be so free.

But even so, Jian Cong never thought of disclosing his identity as the young master of the Jian family.

Because even if his family didn't care, he cared about it himself, and he didn't want to get involved with Jian's family when he was not capable enough, or even the whole Internet was hacked.

"Is it okay to post your group photo now?" Hao Xian asked kindly.

"It's not the same now as when I was a kid."

Now they all have their own careers, and they are no longer so strictly controlled at home. In the Internet age, it is acquiesced for them to come out occasionally to brush up on their presence.

Besides, they came to accompany Jian Cong to perform this time, because they were ready to show their faces.

And although they hate their family members to benefit their feelings, they have to admit it.

Just because it was Jian Cong from the Jian family who made friends with them, the family was more tolerant of these things.

If Jian Cong was an ordinary person, they would have no chance to become brothers with him.

Jian Cong took everyone to take several pictures, and then chose one that everyone was satisfied with and posted it on Weibo.

[@见雄: To clarify formally, these are my good brothers who grew up together.

Also, do I still need a sponsor?Am I like a poor man? /picture/】

The author says:

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