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Since talking with Li Haoqi from Spark Culture that day, Song Mingyuan didn't delay for almost a day, and submitted the relevant information about the contract termination as quickly as the company required. It was not until the moment he got the contract termination letter that he finally felt relieved.

The only thing left between him and Spark Culture is the announcement fee of "Let's Exercise Together", which cannot be settled until the recording of the tenth episode of the program is completed.

For the recording of the tenth episode, Director Sun boldly decided to use the live broadcast mode, so he had to wait until the first nine episodes were aired before starting. In this way, Song Mingyuan and Gao Xingcheng had enough time to prepare for their new company.

After Song Mingyuan's affairs were settled, he immediately contacted Xiaomu. Gao Xingcheng also took Tian Tao and Yaoyao away from Guihai Film and Television. The basic staff had been assembled, and the five of them held meetings for several days in a row, and they were completely busy.

Tian Tao has already begun to help the two of them contact new resources, and Xiaomu and Yaoyao are also busy collecting various information to apply for a business license, but the two celebrities who are wandering around outside to find a location have become the most unlucky ones in the company. Two busy people.

The rent in city A is not low. Song Mingyuan and Gao Xingcheng moved around several places before finally deciding on the future company address in a newly built art district. Although it is a bit far from the city center, the environment is very good, full of fashion sense and With a sense of technology, many of the surrounding companies are related to cultural innovation or design. The whole block looks vibrant and is very suitable for entrepreneurs like them.

Because the place is still in the development stage, the rent is not too high. After paying half a year's rent, the remaining money is just enough to send a red envelope for the Chinese New Year to the only three employees.

The troubles of several consecutive days were swept away at this moment, and Song Mingyuan's footsteps became brisk, like a little puppy who had just been taken to the grass by his master, every cell in his body exuded joy.

As soon as he got in the car, he couldn't wait to pick up his account book from the back seat, open the mobile phone calculator, and click it like a miser.

Since Song Mingyuan paid the liquidated damages, Gao Xingcheng gave him his bank card, so now he is not only the person in charge of the new company, but also the steward of the two of them.

"How is it?" Gao Xingcheng glanced at his boyfriend while turning the steering wheel, "Is it enough?"

"Hmm..." Song Mingyuan tapped his head with the pen in his hand, and continued to scribble on the ledger, "Yaoyao paid for the recent meals in advance. Brother Tao bought a gift the day before yesterday to visit Director Qi, and Chinese New Year is coming soon. Yes, I think at least give everyone a little salary."

Gao Xingcheng was silent for a moment after hearing this. They are indeed a bit difficult now, but he also believes that they will get better soon.

Taking advantage of the red light at the intersection, he held Song Mingyuan's hand and comforted him, "We're just starting out, and the difficulties are normal."

Song Mingyuan raised his face, squeezed out a smile, twisted his body and stretched out his right hand, Gao Xingcheng quickly understood, and tilted his head to his side, making it easier for his boyfriend to touch.

"Don't worry, wife, I will definitely let you live a good life!" Song Mingyuan patted his boyfriend's head, and dropped a promise that he didn't know when it would be fulfilled.

Gao Xingcheng seems to be completely immune to the fact that his boyfriend calls him his wife. After all, Song Mingyuan's reaction last time has already explained everything. Let's call him what he loves verbally!

"By the way, wife," Gao Xingcheng was just about to put his hand back on the steering wheel when he was chased by Song Mingyuan and held it. He turned his head and looked. Mr. Song, who was on the co-pilot, blinked a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes and looked eagerly at him. Looking at him, "Can I give you a smaller red envelope for the Chinese New Year? It's not easy to establish a company, so I can only deduct it from you."

It was the first time for Gao Xingcheng to see Song Mingyuan's slightly coquettish expression, and he thought it was something important. He didn't think about salary at first. Anyway, the boss is his wife, and he still can't escape.

"It's okay if I don't want the red envelope, or I will move to your house after the next year, and we can save some money."

He originally wanted to tease Song Mingyuan, but he didn't expect that the other party really let go of his hand, and once again seriously sketched on the notebook, until the third red light finally raised his head, and replied: "It seems that it will save some money, It's not impossible."

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When they came back from the art district, they happened to pass by Gao Xingcheng's parents' house.

Tian Tao said before that he wanted to make a group of promotional photos for the two of them from childhood to adulthood. Song Mingyuan's childhood photos are all in Yicheng, and he directly asked his parents to take them. Gao Xingcheng needs to go home and look for them.

Song Mingyuan didn't prepare any presents today. He didn't want to visit at first, but Gao Xingcheng couldn't stand the invitation again and again, and he was very sure that there was no one at home today, and his parents were busy at the company.

Anyway, there was nothing else to do now, Song Mingyuan hesitated for a moment, and finally returned home with his boyfriend.

When the car drove into the high-end villa area near the city center and stopped in front of one of the three-storey villas, Song Mingyuan realized that what Gao Xingcheng said before his parents lived a good life. It is a strange illusion of the wealthy child bride.

Gao Xingcheng's mother Liang Xue's family has always been very good, and his father Gao Junchi is also very economical. After the family of three arrived in City A, they not only successfully opened up the northern market, but even made it bigger than the southern one. stronger.

When Gao Xingcheng was ten years old, his grandfather had completely handed over the management of the family business to his parents, and the company's headquarters had also been moved to City A. With its current scale, the acquisition of Xinghuo Culture would probably be a no-brainer.

It's no wonder that Gao Xingcheng's friends are either the son of a chain fitness club or the daughter of Dimei Clothing.

To Song Mingyuan's surprise, Gao Xingcheng had already parked the car, and the two walked into the villa together.

Sure enough, as my boyfriend said, there is no one in the big house. The sunlight shines through the French windows on the first floor and shines on the sofa in the living room. The whole first floor looks warm. It looks like it was designed by his godmother. .

The photo of Gao Xingcheng's parents hangs on the wall beside the stairs. It seems that they were taken in recent years. The years don't seem to have left too many marks on their faces. The only difference seems to be that Gao's mother seems to have more A little more capable, Gao Dad is more serious.

"This was taken five years ago on the [-]th anniversary of their marriage. It seems that when they got up early that day to shoot, they had an argument."

"20 years?" Song Mingyuan said while raising his hand to gently touch the edge of the photo.

In his memory, his godmother had a particularly good personality and was the one who loved him the most.When he was in junior high school, he would cry secretly because he missed his godmother, and all her bad temper seemed to be aimed at his godfather, who never dared to refute.

"Yes, we are both in our 20s." Gao Xingcheng took Song Mingyuan's hand and led him upstairs together, "Go, go and see my photo."

Gao Xingcheng's room is on the third floor. It looks like a standard boy's room. The color scheme is basically only blue and white. The bookshelf occupies almost one wall. There are various books on it, including professional books and world classics, as well as guitar introduction and Muay Thai teaching. .

Song Mingyuan looked over row by row. This bookshelf seemed to condense all of Gao Xingcheng's growth history. The certificates for essays in elementary school, photos of performances in junior high school, snapshots of shooting basketball in high school, and designs made in college were all placed on the bookshelf.

The more he looked at it, the more unhappy he felt. Although he was with Gao Xingcheng now, he still felt regretful. These memories should all be experienced by them together. He should have appeared in these photos.

Gao Xingcheng seemed to be aware of Song Mingyuan's emotions. His tall body was pushed up from behind him, his chin rested on his shoulder, and he hugged his boyfriend: "My dream now is to get the best actor trophy one day. We must take a few big photos together and hang them in the study and office."

After Song Mingyuan listened, he glanced at him slightly, and there was a smile in his clear voice: "Sure enough, they are competitors, and they all have the same dream!"

"Then if we put together the photo of us as movie stars together, can it be used as our wedding photo?"

Gao Xingcheng smiled lightly, and put his cheek on Song Mingyuan's ear, which made him itchy. He shook his head subconsciously, and quickly posted it back by himself: "Hurry up and get the photo, the godmother will get off work later."

Gao Xingcheng nodded, and raised his hand to take the photo album off the shelf. He doesn't like taking pictures, but his parents do, so he has quite a few photos.

Song Mingyuan accompanied him to look through it a little bit, as if watching him more than ten years before, Gao Xingcheng grew up a little bit from the Xiaoyi in his memory, and became handsome a little bit, his round face gradually became sharp-edged and innocent. His eyes gradually became quiet and deep.

He picked out some particularly handsome ones for Gao Xingcheng, and took out his phone to take several pictures with him.

Unknowingly, the two stayed at home until 04:30. Song Mingyuan only found out after answering Xiaomu's call. If they didn't leave, Gao's father and Gao's mother would have to leave work.

He is not afraid to meet them, anyway, there are only 20 days until the Chinese New Year, and it is time to meet each other, but today is too hasty, he at least needs to bring some gifts to look more formal.

Many things, the more worried they were, the more they would happen. Just as the two of them went down to the second floor, they heard two women's voices coming from the living room.

"Aunt Liang, this scarf looks really good on you. Uncle Gao gave it to you, right?" The voice was younger, and Song Mingyuan didn't know who it was.

"Yeah, I said no, but I have to buy such a light color, which is worn by little girls." Song Mingyuan's eyes became hot when he heard this voice.

It's one thing to look at a photo, but another to hear a voice. Even though his godmother still looks young, her voice is still hoarse than when she was really young. This is the sign of time.

Gao Xingcheng leaned against the wall of the stairs, tilted his head and looked down, pouted impatiently, spread his hands at Song Mingyuan behind him, and mouthed to him, "Yin Xiyan is here."

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The author has something to say:

Gao Xingcheng: Work hard to become a film star and give it to your wife as a dowry.

Song Mingyuan: Huh?I think so too!Competitors, shine your sword!

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