I'm in a sports variety show with my nemesis HE

As soon as Song Mingyuan opened his mouth, Gao Xingcheng breathed a sigh of relief. Although the other party's aggrieved milk voice broke his heart, he was finally willing to communicate with him.

Gao Xingcheng lowered his head slightly, put his forehead against each other, and said softly: "There is no such thing as a relationship between us, we can only face all challenges side by side. We are one, since childhood."

The phrase "I have been since I was a child" finally made Song Mingyuan let go of all his defenses. He raised his head slightly and looked intently at the other person's beautiful and honest eyes.

Gao Xingcheng smiled slightly: "Why do you think I grow tall and strong, just to protect you!"

"In order to prop up a strong backing for you, so that you can shine in every field, and I am the loyal guard you send at any time, and I will solve everything with you..."

Before Gao Xingcheng finished speaking, Song Mingyuan's lips pressed against him, stuffing all the words he hadn't finished speaking back into his throat. The arms that had just been freed climbed up his neck, and all the weight of his body was pressed on him. It was as if he had given everything to him.

Gao Xingcheng responded to him with the same enthusiasm. Years of strength training allowed him to stand firmly in place. Not to mention that Song Mingyuan just leaned over, even if he jumped up to let him hug him, he would be able to support him safely.

I don't know whose tears it was from the two of them, which made Song Mingyuan taste a little salty, but he quietly raised the corners of his mouth, wondering if the so-called harmony of water and milk is the feeling he has now.

He leaned back, distanced himself from Gao Xingcheng, and separated suddenly, which surprised the other party, so he clung to him reluctantly and chased after him.

"Cough," Song Mingyuan cleared his throat, and gently pushed the other party. His voice was still a little hoarse, but it was much lighter than before. "Then I'll choose the second one, and we will set up our own business."

Gao Xingcheng nodded. This is also the result he hoped for. Although he may face more problems and challenges than Song Mingyuan joining Guihai Film and Television, it will save them the trouble of setting up their own studios in the future.

"I'll talk to Brother Jiang and see if we can take Brother Tao and Yaoyao with us." Although Gao Xingcheng was speaking solemnly, his eyes glanced at Song Mingyuan's rosy and full lips intentionally or unintentionally. Some crystal water.

Song Mingyuan looked up at him and chuckled. Gao Xingcheng's eyes were still dripping with tears because of what happened just now. His current expression looked like a large dog that hadn't been fed by its owner and was crying from hunger!

"This is in your company, you are a cold and silent male god."

Gao Xingcheng looked indifferent, and blinked at him: "Then why don't Mr. Song change my personality? Just change it to a well-behaved and obedient dog."

Before Song Mingyuan could nod his head, Gao Xingcheng had already leaned over, and deliberately put his furry head against his cheek and neck, rubbing it lightly, like a dog, which made him very itchy.

Gao Xingcheng had had enough trouble, so he took Song Mingyuan into his arms again, kissed his hair, and said very seriously: "Xiaoqian, you have found me, so you don't need to suffer any more grievances. From now on, you You are free to be yourself, do all the things you want to do, and I will always stand with you, accompany you, and protect you."

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After this tossing around, when the two returned to Song Mingyuan's house again, it was almost four o'clock in the afternoon.

As soon as Song Mingyuan entered the room, he slumped on the sofa. The fatigue caused by mental tension and psychological pressure was even more tiring than filming for a whole day.

He looked around, and the food he brought back from Art City was still on the dining table. It was originally lunch for the two of them, but now it can only be dinner.

As soon as Song Mingyuan's gaze passed, Gao Xingcheng immediately understood, picked up the apron and tied it on his body, washed his hands and prepared to cook.

He smiled with satisfaction, and just about to call his boyfriend to take a break, his stomach growled uncontrollably, so he shut his mouth, took out his mobile phone, and took a few photos of the good-natured man who was busy in the kitchen.

In fact, Song Mingyuan didn't think about leaving Spark Culture. He even consulted his seniors in the same crew for this matter. If you let him go, you will probably break his wings too.

This matter is even more so when it comes to Xinghuo culture. It's not even as simple as breaking his wings, it's almost trying to put him to death.

The large amount of termination fee plus the deliberate smearing in the early and late stages is likely to reach the level that even if he quits the entertainment industry, it will affect his normal life, not to mention that he will set up his own company later, and wants to take Xiaomu away with him.

Song Mingyuan was silent for a moment. Now his idea of ​​working alone with Gao Xingcheng has become stronger and stronger. He can't wait to rush to Xinghuo Culture right now and throw the resignation letter directly in Li Haoqi's face.

But no, he must not be impulsive before discussing specific countermeasures.

After thinking about it, he suddenly picked up the phone and called Xiaomu: "Hey, Xiaomu, you go and resign with Zhao Fan now."

"Ah?" Xiaomu didn't know what he was doing, his voice was a bit noisy, and there seemed to be a familiar female voice, asking "who is it?"

Gao Xingcheng was in the kitchen, thinking that Song Mingyuan was talking to him, he stretched out his head to ask a question, but when he saw that the other party was on the phone, he obediently shrank back.

Song Mingyuan waited for Xiaomu to come to a relatively quiet environment, and then continued: "You and Zhao Fan are resigning now, for any reason, such as not liking work, being too busy and tired, or going back to your hometown to get married."

"Okay, I see." Xiaomu has always believed in Song Mingyuan, and he agreed without even asking him why he did this.

He knew that Xiaomu would execute it immediately, and it sounded like Yaoyao was by his side, so he would definitely be able to teach him to resign in a more reasonable way. In this way, Song Mingyuan would have nothing to worry about in Xinghuo Culture, and he would not have to worry about their resignation later. Embarrass Xiaomu.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and opened his own online bank one by one. He had saved some money in the past two years, but it was not enough to pay the high liquidated damages specified in the contract by Spark Culture, and the expenses required for the subsequent operation of the company.

Just when he was frowning, Gao Xingcheng had already finished the dinner. The dishes brought by Song's mother can basically be eaten in a microwave oven. There are two direct heat that will affect the taste. He deliberately returned the pot to repair it. .

It has to be said that after all these years, Mama Song's craftsmanship is still the same as before, and they both have similar tastes since they were young. What Song Mingyuan likes to eat is also what Gao Xingcheng likes to eat.

"Let's eat first," Gao Xingcheng put the last dish on the table, then turned around to serve Song Mingyuan rice.

Song Mingyuan put down his phone, ran quickly to the kitchen, washed his hands, sat at the table and waited for his boyfriend to feed him.

"Xiaoyi," he blinked when Gao Xingcheng sat down, and looked at him expectantly, "Are you rich?"

"Huh?" Gao Xingcheng picked up a piece of sweet and sour tenderloin that had been softened again after returning to the pot, and wanted to put it in Song Mingyuan's bowl. He quickly realized what he meant, "How many do you have now?"

When Song Mingyuan saw Rourou approaching, he opened his mouth to catch it, stretched out two fingers while chewing, and asked vaguely, "What about you?"

Gao Xingcheng held Song Mingyuan's hand in some embarrassment, and raised his ring finger: "This is more."

Song Mingyuan frowned immediately. Gao Xingcheng thought he was going to say that their assets combined were not enough for Spark Culture's liquidated damages, but he didn't expect the other party to swallow the meat in a hurry and said in surprise: "Why do you have so much more than me? I see In the past, our activities were almost the same, I filmed and you filmed, and I endorsed and I also endorsed!"

"Probably..." Gao Xingcheng glanced at his boyfriend and explained slowly, "The company is divided into different?"

"Hmm..." Song Mingyuan sighed softly. They planned well, but they were defeated by reality before they even started. Setting up their own business is like losing their jobs at the same time, and they don't know about liquidated damages. IOU?

Gao Xingcheng put down his chopsticks and put his hand on the other's shoulder: "Let's go to Guihai Film and Television tomorrow. President Jiang has made an appointment with colleagues from the legal department to help us find a solution."

He paused: "Besides, your godmother and godfather are living a good life now, we can borrow some."

"Borrow a little?" Song Mingyuan's eyes lit up, but quickly darkened again, but after all, he had some confidence in his heart and was in the mood to continue eating.

The two of them almost wiped out all the food brought by Song Ma. When Gao Xingcheng finished packing the dishes, Song Mingyuan sketched and recorded on the coffee table, such as where the company is located, how many employees it needs, how it will develop in the future, etc. .

Although he disagreed at first, when the matter was decided, he was more enthusiastic than anyone else. .

Gao Xingcheng followed him to plan until nine o'clock in the evening, and both of them were full of great expectations for the future.

Song Mingyuan got up and stretched his waist, glanced at the wall clock on the wall, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Are you tired from recording these two days?"

Gao Xingcheng shook his head, and continued to list on the paper: "If we are lucky, maybe we can get the endorsement of Polar Bear Sports, so that we can directly make money for the company."

Song Mingyuan raised his hand, pretended to rub his eyes, and looked sleepy: "Why don't we just do it today?"

Gao Xingcheng raised his head, and he could tell what the other person was thinking at a glance. He didn't actually plan to stay overnight. After all, he didn't go home for a few days, so he had to go back and tidy up.

He deliberately leaned back on the sofa: "That's fine, then let's go to sleep!"

As soon as the words came out, Song Mingyuan immediately hugged the pillow to his chest, distanced himself from him, and looked like a warning: "I'll tell you, your godmother said in the morning, young people can't do things too hastily!"

"It's not in a hurry," Gao Xingcheng chased forward and posted a post, forcing Song Mingyuan to the armrest of the sofa, his eyes swaying downward, "We have known each other for more than 20 years, and we still have a marriage contract."

The other party's words and actions were already very obvious, and his whole body was determined not to leave. Song Mingyuan had no choice but to purse his lips and hesitate for a long time before expressing his true thoughts: "Just... a while later, I will I'm not ready yet!"

Gao Xingcheng listened, and retreated pretending to be suspicious, but the smile on his face betrayed his true thoughts: "Hey? Don't you call me wife? What are you planning?"

Song Mingyuan's beautiful peach blossom eyes widened immediately, then narrowed in an instant, his brows were tangled together, looking very annoyed and regretful, he didn't know which muscle was wrong just now, how could he do this to himself? One position, why make such a statement!

Gao Xingcheng raised his hand to stroke Song Mingyuan's hair in satisfaction, with a smile in his voice: "It's good that you know, go to bed early, wife."

After finishing speaking, he quickly took his backpack and left Song Mingyuan's house satisfied and happy, just in time to block the flying pillow inside the door.

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The author has something to say:

Gao Xingcheng: This wave of quarrels was worth it. Not only did the conflicts be resolved, but the division of labor was also determined by the way!

Song Mingyuan: @#&%￥&#%*——

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