Xiao Zuojing became popular after falling in love with her ex

He is the biggest victim.

The air exhaled from the ear was hot, but Jian Cong felt like falling into an ice cellar.

What does it mean to see such scenes often?

Jian Cong subconsciously wanted to leave Fu Wenzhou's embrace, and wanted to take a closer look at his expression.

But as soon as he moved, Fu Wenzhou immediately tightened his arms and said in a low voice, "Don't move... please."

Jian Cong suddenly didn't dare to move, as if someone had cast a holding spell on him.

Fu Wenzhou closed his eyes, his heart beating wildly.

Ever since he saw Fang Yuze going crazy just now, his heartbeat has been beating at super speed.

And when he kicked the door into the house and saw the messy, crazy man and the bewildered woman hiding in the corner, he trembled uncontrollably, and his thoughts froze for a while.

If Jian Cong hadn't wanted to go up and fight Fang Yuze, Fu Wenzhou probably wouldn't have broken free from the familiar fear so quickly.

But now, after holding Jian Cong in his arms, feeling the warmth from the other person, and smelling his reassuring scent, Fu Wenzhou finally gradually relaxed.

Only then did he realize that his shoulders and back were faintly sore from the long-term tension.

Maybe it's because the memory that has been silent for a long time has been rediscovered, or it's because of other things, in short, the embarrassment that I didn't dare to say before, but now I suddenly have the desire to talk.

After feeling Jian Cong's silently tightened arms, a certain door that Fu Wenzhou had closed in his heart finally opened.

"You heard everything I said that night, didn't you?" he asked.

He was talking about the night when Jian Cong got drunk.

"Hmm." Jian Cong felt a little tight in his chest, and he gently raised his arms around Fu Wenzhou, touching the back of his neck and the ends of his hair with his palms.

He lightly rubbed Fu Wenzhou's hair with his fingertips, but his unconscious behavior made Fu Wenzhou calm down.

After a while of silence, Fu Wenzhou continued: "As long as I can remember, I can see them quarreling almost every day."

"That man loves to drink, loves to gamble, and has a serious mental illness. Whenever he drinks alcohol or falls ill, he will beat my mother and me."

Fu Wenzhou explained it calmly, as if he was telling a false story, but the undetectable tremors on his body spread to Jian Cong.

"In the beginning, he beat my mother more often, but after I entered primary school, he started beating me more."

"Do you know why?" Fu Wenzhou chuckled, and said, "Because my mother is afraid of being beaten, she will push me out. Anyway, he just needs a tool to vent his anger."

Jian Cong's heart ached sourly, and he finally realized that he couldn't let go of Fu Wenzhou until now, and he had been deceiving himself and others all along.

If he didn't love Fu Wenzhou anymore, then his heart wouldn't be hurting now.

He had thought a lot about it, and felt that Fu Wenzhou must have reasons for breaking up with him, but he also felt that no matter what the reasons were, Fu Wenzhou should not give up on him so arbitrarily.

But now after hearing this, Jian Cong suddenly hoped that Fu Wenzhou would just break up with him because he was really tired of him.

"My mother was bought by him. She hates him and me."

"She shouldn't be sick at the beginning, but maybe because her life was too depressing later, she became sick too."

"I don't remember what the hospital diagnosis was, but she became like him and started beating me, swearing at me, and she almost killed me many times."

Jian Cong gritted his teeth unconsciously, and unconsciously hugged Fu Wenzhou even tighter.

"But I don't hate her. She used to protect me when she was not crazy, and she also worked several jobs a day to let me go to school."

"Later, when I was in junior high school, I started working for others. The neighbors took good care of me and asked me to help in their shop. Then they would give me food. Sometimes they would take me to the hospital when they saw that I was seriously injured. See a doctor in the clinic."

"I have lived like this for 15 years, and my life changed only when I was in the third year of junior high."

Fu Wenzhou opened his eyes, looking at the dark garden under the moonlight, where the bleak flowers and branches were entangled ferociously, like terrifying monsters.

"I came home very late that day, and when I opened the door, I could smell a strong smell of carbon smoke."

"They died, an ugly death."

Jian Cong predicted the result, but after hearing it with his own ears, he still felt a sense of suffocation.

At the age of 15, his 15-year-old was still carefree and coquettish with his family to buy game consoles, but Fu Wenzhou had already tasted all the hardships that ordinary people could not imagine.

"Jian Cong, do you know what my first feeling was?"

"I felt relaxed and happy like never before. When the police came, I didn't shed a single tear. I even took the notes with a smile."

Jian Cong's eyes were sore.

Things that have always been difficult to say, when I really tell them, I find that they are not as difficult as imagined.

Fu Wenzhou let go of his arms, and gently stroked Jian Cong's arms with both hands.

With red eyes, he looked at Jian Cong without blinking, and asked in an inaudible voice: "Do you think I'm scary?"

His voice was trembling.

He said so much just now, and his voice didn't change a bit, but now, after completely cutting his dirty self to Jian Cong, he was afraid.

Jian Cong looked at him quietly, did not answer his words, but asked in a low voice: "So why did you break up with me?"

Fu Wenzhou's eyes were bloodshot, and he gently opened the arm that touched Jian Cong's shoulder.

The two stood silently, looking at each other.

After a while, Fu Wenzhou said in a hoarse voice: "The doctor said that some mental illnesses are hereditary."

"I thought I was fine, but, but I couldn't control it during that time. I always want you to stay with me all the time, and don't get along with anyone anymore."

"I'm afraid I'm going to hurt you, I just..."

Fu Wenzhou's hands and feet were cold, and he said in a trembling voice, "But I'm better now, I'm really better for Jian Cong."

"I'm completely in control of my emotions now, and I didn't inherit him. The doctor said that I just have that because of my childhood experience. I really.."

"I have a diagnosis record, I keep it with me, and I'll show it to you now."

As Fu Wenzhou said that, he was about to turn around and go back to the house to look for it, but Jian Cong took his hand, and then he hugged Fu Wenzhou into his arms with a little force, and kissed his lips with his head sideways.

The hot lips were together, and the tips of the teeth knocked on the lips, bringing enough tingling pain to wake up.

A kiss that happened after more than four years happened without warning and in a random way, but it directly smashed the invisible barrier between the two of them.

Jian Cong is telling Fu Wenzhou with practical actions that he doesn't think he's scary, and he doesn't think he deserves to be inferior at all.

Because from beginning to end, Fu Wenzhou was the most innocent person, and he was the biggest victim.

Fu Wenzhou closed his eyes, and his heart that was lifted high fell back to the ground, as if wrapped in sweet sugar water.

He raised his hand, hugged Jian Cong tightly again, and kissed deeply the lover he missed day and night.

-

Qu Banyan was picked up by girlfriends, and everyone went out to see her off.

Qu Banyan asked his girlfriends to get in the car first, but he said to Jian Cong: "Brother Cong, can I have a few words with you alone?"

"it is good."

The two walked in silence for a while before stopping.

The early morning air was a bit cold, Qu Banyan gathered his coat, smiled at Jian Cong, and said hoarsely: "Brother Cong, you have already seen who he is, right?"

Jian Cong just looked at her and didn't speak.

Qu Banyan exhaled, and said: "I'm just a love brain, I know, Mimi and the others have scolded me many times, and they always think that Fang Yuze is not a good person, but I just don't listen."

"Forget it, it's useless to say these things. I just want to tell you that I really regard you as a good sister."

Jian Cong laughed: "I can be your brother, but not your sister."

Qu Banyan also laughed, and said, "I'm not stupid at all, you have something to tell me tonight, don't you?"

When she entered the room to find them to drink, she clearly saw Jian Cong hesitate to speak.

Jian Cong pursed his lips habitually, and then "hissed", the skin on his lips was broken, and it hurt a little.

Qu Banyan glanced at him, and snorted: "I'm sad in the house, you two are passionate/kissing in the small garden, are you willing to be my brother?"

"...how do you know?" Jian Cong's face became hot.

"I was talking with Mimi and the others on the balcony, and I saw you two hugging and kissing."

Qu Banyan rubbed his swollen eyes and said, "But I have to thank you both. I was sad at first, but I laughed after seeing you two kissing."

".."

Qu Banyan shrugged: "Now the CP I'm knocking on is the most important thing, the stinky man is not worthy of my lady's sorrow."

Jian Cong could see that she had really figured it out, but after all, she was such a close boyfriend, Qu Banyan would definitely continue to be sad for a while.

But like she said, it's unwise to feel sorry for a scumbag.

"Don't go too far, tell me quickly, what you were going to say to me tonight."

Jian Cong was originally concerned about her emotions and wanted to say nothing, but suddenly remembered what Fu Wenzhou said, girls are actually braver than everyone imagined.

So, he said, "Do you want to know about the bad things that scumbags have done?"

"I think." Qu Banyan didn't hesitate at all: "I want to see what kind of dog I fell on."

"Okay, I have a document here, and I will send it to your email later."

After sending Qu Banyan away, everyone was finally able to go back to the house to digest what happened that night.

After Jian Cong and Fu Wenzhou entered the room, they suddenly fell silent, and the atmosphere became extremely awkward, but this embarrassment was not only the awkwardness before, but also some sticky ambiguity and shame.

"Will you brush your teeth?" Fu Wenzhou asked first.

Jian Cong nodded, and forced himself to be calm: "Go."

They lived together for so many days, and this was the first time they appeared in the bathroom at the same time.

The two picked up the toothbrush in silence, and stretched out their hands when they turned on the faucet, and when they touched each other, they pulled away as if they were electrocuted.

Fu Wenzhou coughed lightly, and said, "You go first."

"En." Jian Cong took the water first.

After brushing his teeth twice, he habitually raised his eyes to look at the mirror in front of him, only to find that he was blushing unreasonably.

And seeing himself and Fu Wenzhou brushing their teeth side by side, his face turned even redder.

He quietly looked at Fu Wenzhou through the mirror. The other party didn't raise his eyes, but the roots of his ears were also red, and the saturation was about the same as his face.

Jian Cong was comforted immediately, it wasn't because he was ashamed.

After finally brushing their teeth, they went to bed without embarrassment, and Jian Cong finally found time to distribute materials to Qu Banyan.

Five minutes after the information was sent, Qu Banyan replied with countless "exploding" emoticons, and finally said - leave this matter to me.

Those who have been hurt should let the perpetrators taste the consequences, and Jian Cong will not intervene any more.

After working all night and suddenly relaxing, Jian Cong's body felt deeply tired, but his spirit was extremely excited.

Fu Wenzhou couldn't sleep either, and when Jian Cong sighed for the third time, he suddenly said, "Jian Cong."

Jane Cong paused: "Why?"

"Can I disarm the line?"

Jian Cong reacted for a moment, only to realize that he was talking about the thin quilt placed between their beds.

"Can you?" Fu Wenzhou turned over to look at him.

Jian Cong pursed her lips, and accidentally pulled the wound on the corner of her lips again.

He hissed, and Fu Wenzhou immediately said, "Did you touch the wound?"

"Um.."

"Let me see." Fu Wenzhou immediately sat up and moved over.

Jian Cong was startled and got up quickly.

With a "bang", Jian Cong's forehead hit Fu Wenzhou's chin.

The two snorted at the same time, and then sat up straight.

By the light of the night light, one of them covered their chins and the other covered their foreheads, and after looking at each other for two seconds, they both laughed out loud.

"Are you okay?" Fu Wenzhou asked.

Jian Cong shook his head: "The impact wasn't hard, so you certainly don't feel any pain."

Fu Wenzhou just laughed, with a little light in his eyes.

Jian Cong lowered his head halfway, with a smile on his lips, and did not speak.

"I pretended to be pitiful on purpose." Fu Wenzhou whispered, "Are you still angry with me?"

Of course he didn't mean to pretend to be pitiful, Jian Cong knew that what he said now was just to keep him from thinking about those things.

It's just that such "understanding" made Jian Cong feel even more distressed.

But Jian Cong is not a person who can comfort others, and he can't say those soft words, so he still said: "Of course I'm angry."

Fu Wenzhou just laughed, and said along the way: "Then how should I make amends?"

"I don't know, it depends on your sincerity." Jian Cong lay back, then rolled over and closed his eyes, saying, "Sleeping."

"Then..." Fu Wenzhou continued to talk about the "demarcation line".

Jian Cong raised his hand to fish behind him, grabbed the quilt and threw it on the ground.

Fu Wenzhou's heart was slightly hot, and many sweet emotions rushed up, directly blinding him.

"Tsk, are you going to sleep or not?" Jian Cong was numb from his stare, and couldn't bear it anymore.

"sleep."

Fu Wenzhou lay down again, moved the pillow towards Jian Cong without restraint, and then lay down facing Jian Cong.

Jian Cong thought he would hug him, and was really nervous for a while, but the other party didn't move for a long time.

Jian Cong didn't know whether he was relieved or a little disappointed.

Just when he thought Fu Wenzhou wouldn't move any more, Fu Wenzhou whispered, "Can I hug you?"

Jian Cong: "...don't ask me this kind of thing in the future!"

I asked him why he had the nerve to say "come and hug me"?He definitely said don't hug!

Fu Wenzhou chuckled, and immediately stretched out his hand to hug him into his arms.

Jian Cong let him hold her, and after a long time said softly: "Good night."

"Good night."

-

After a night of silence, Hao Xian came to wait in the hut early the next morning, and Xiaomeng and the others also came.

Last night, Hao Xian and Shi Chengcheng stayed up almost all night. They communicated clearly what happened in the hut, and they also knew that the recording of this show would not be able to continue for a while.

Sure enough, when Jian Cong and the others came downstairs, they heard director Zhang Feixiang say that their departure date would be postponed, and guests would have to be re-searched.

However, according to what Zhang Feixiang meant, it seemed that he wanted Qu Banyan to continue recording, and he didn't reveal too much about the rest.

Things happen suddenly, but life goes on.

So Jian Cong and the others divided into two teams. Hao Xian took Xiao Meng and another styling assistant, Annie, and the three accompanied Jian Cong to HR to shoot commercials. Shi Chengcheng took the other two assistants to accompany Fu Wenzhou to shoot magazines.

On the way, Jian Cong also sent a message to Qu Banyan to greet him. When he learned that the other party had recovered and was already preparing to deal with the scumbag, Jian Cong was really surprised.

So suddenly, he felt a bit ashamed that he had been decadent for so long after breaking up in love.

"Fang Yuze is screwed this time, and his manager is probably going to die too." Hao Xian looked at the news on the Internet and said, "Last night, the police car and ambulance made too much noise, and some people are already guessing that there was an accident on the show."

As we all know, things like drug use will definitely be criticized by the official notice, and Fang Yuze is really finished this time.

Even with this huge black spot, things like his cheating threats are not surprising enough.

Of course, how this matter will develop later depends on what Qu Banyan does.

Jian Cong thought of what Jian Feng said to him, and said to Hao Xian: "There are other things behind Shengyao Entertainment, and we will not interfere in the future."

"Don't meddle anymore?" Hao Xian was surprised: "But they let the artists unspoken rules, and they also covered up drug use, and let them do all the bad things. If they continue to let them get away with it, there will definitely be many young people who will be punished." cheat."

Jian Cong nodded and said, "So it's my brother who wants to investigate."

Jian Cong's elder brother, isn't that the big brother Jian Feng who dominates the business circle?

Hao Xian said silently: "...Okay."

-

When Jian Cong and the others arrived at the shooting location, they found that Li Zhihui was waiting to pick him up at the door.

And when she saw Jian Cong, she rushed up immediately, rubbed his hair with her feet, and shouted, "Congcong! Miss me?"

"Think about it." Jian Cong took her hand off, and said helplessly, "I've been talking about it for several years, don't touch my head casually."

Li Zhihui bumped into his shoulder with a smile, and said, "Why, are you still dreaming of catching up with Fu Wenzhou in height?"

"Tsk." Jian Cong frowned: "We broke up."

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about it." Li Zhihui was overjoyed, and said, "Sister has prepared a surprise for you today."

"Surprise?" Jian Cong didn't quite trust her.

Li Zhihui smiled inscrutably, not spoiling Jian Cong, and she finally remembered to say hello to Hao Xian and the others.

Hao Xian and the others were all stupid. They all knew Li Zhihui and knew that she was the founder of HR.

But they didn't know that Jian Cong and her were so close, not to mention their intimate gestures, and they were also very familiar with the names of sisters.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Li Zhihui and Hao Xian shook hands, then hugged Xiaomeng and Annie: "The styling you did for Cong Cong last time was really amazing. When I heard that you were going to follow, I just sent our stylist declined."

Xiaomeng has a very good reputation in the circle, and she has cooperated with Li Zhihui more than once. Now she directly asked: "Sister Hui, are you so familiar with Brother Cong?"

"He's my cousin." Li Zhihui looked at Jian Cong and said in surprise, "Didn't you say so?"

Jian Cong paused, he seemed to have never talked about their relationship.

At that time, when Li Zhihui helped him get ahead, he was only as the founder of the brand. Even at that time, the one who was more related to Jian Cong was actually the designer Emma.

"Cousin..." Hao Xian didn't know what expression to put on.

Are there really Jane's family everywhere?Jian Cong's social network is too wide, and they are all close contacts who can't be closer.

No, it's not rigorous to say that, in fact, Jian Cong himself may be the connection.

Li Zhihui said: "Okay, let's go in first, there are still surprises waiting."

"What kind of surprise is it?"

"You'll know when you go in."

Jian Cong had no choice but to follow her to the company building, all the way to the top floor.

As soon as the elevator door opened, Jian Cong saw the surprise.

His eyes lit up and he immediately stepped out of the elevator.

And as soon as he bent down, a little girl about five or six years old, wearing a pink princess dress, rushed into his arms and called him in a childish voice: "Brother——"

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