night sky flight

Liu Xiangjun flipped through and accidentally came across a still photo, which was a cameo role played by Yang Xinghe. At that time, the splash was very small. He looked at the comments under that Weibo, and there were so many people who remembered his only acting. .

It was a martial arts movie in ancient costumes. Yang Xinghe was dressed in ashes and lay on the ground without any sense of disobedience. His stunned and green personality actually brought this famous and proud ancient man to life.

Liu Xiangjun looked up at Xing He who was singing softly on the stage again, with a lot of thoughts in his mind, why don't you let him try to walk around?He is worth eating this bowl of rice, it's really a pity not to go on.

Yang Xinghe returned to the backstage after the performance and began to pack his things. Now his musical instruments are very high-end, but the dilapidated old guitar is still in the most conspicuous position in the living room. Pop the sound, because that guitar can only be played for one person.

Yang Xinghe stared blankly at Guitar Baogang for a while, when suddenly the backstage door was pushed open, he thought it was Liu Xiangjun who came in, and said defenselessly,

"I can finish work early today."

There was a sound of the door closing heavily behind Yang Xinghe, and he turned his head vigilantly,

"you are?"

The person standing at the door was naturally not Liu Xiangjun, but a burly man, taller and stronger than Yang Xinghe.

"What do you call it in the entertainment industry, the gold master's father?"

The man walked towards Yang Xinghe, getting closer and closer,

He frowned slightly, "What's the matter?"

The man walked to the table and put down two cards,

The top one is a bank card, a secondary card of a credit card, with gold trim, which seems to have a high limit.

Xing He pushed aside the card below, a room card of a Kyoto hotel.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't understand..." The man's tone was mocking,

Yang Xinghe turned to zip up the guitar and was about to leave, but the man pressed the guitar from behind, "Let go."

"Do you know how much money I spent on you?"

The man's body doesn't smell bad, it smells like commercial cologne. Shouldn't Yang Xinghe be thankful that he isn't the kind of person with a greasy face and a big belly?

"I didn't expect Mr. Qu to be so good at it. I just read the news about you and that [-]th-tier star in the news a while ago."

"I'm tired of the grass, it's not bad for a change. I sang really well just now."

Yang Xinghe was so pressed that he couldn't move, but the back was completely against him, and he felt particularly bad.

He first pretended to be relaxed and not struggling, and when the man was not paying attention, he directly bumped him away.

The man took a few steps back and fell on the sofa,

"Stinky boy."

Yang Xinghe picked up two cards and stuffed them directly into the man's mouth.

"nausea."

The voices of the two people were too loud, Mr. Qu's bodyguard rushed in from outside, Liu Xiangjun went to negotiate and returned to the dressing room a few steps late, saw so many bodyguards in black at the door, and the door was also open, so he quickly ran two steps and followed inside .

As soon as he entered, he was frightened, good guy, that is really the father of the gold master...

This...I'm afraid, Xinghe is going to be hidden by the snow...

He watched the man collapsed on the sofa, his clothes messed up, and he spat out two golden cards from his mouth, staring fiercely at Yang Xinghe's back, and when he saw the instigator, he packed his things as if nothing had happened.

He hurried forward, "Oh, why did Mr. Qu come here? Why is Xing so ignorant, did you fall?"

Mr. Qu stared at Liu Xiangjun, "You...fuck..."

But after looking at the bodyguards outside, he swallowed the words behind him, stood up, straightened his suit,

"Stinky actor, you are shameless, you don't even know how you died."

After speaking, he strode out of the dressing room with a few bodyguards.

Yang Xinghe has been fighting since he was a child, and he can still be afraid of such a pampered person, but the worst thing about offending him is that he will be silent for a while.

Everyone is a person who wants face. Naturally, no one will take the initiative to expose this farce in the dressing room, but there is no wind without waves, and the gossip was quickly spread. Yang Xinghe leaned openly in the car and closed his eyes to rest. Liu Xiangjun I don't even know how to scold him.

"You're really not worried at all. Have you considered what will happen to the studio when they withdraw their capital tomorrow?"

"No."

"You don't think about anything.. It pissed me off."

"Then what, let me be fucked by him?"

Liu Xiangjun was choked and stuck in his chest. Naturally, he couldn't let him be ruined by Mr. Qu, but the two ends here are not human's work, are they really not done by human beings?

Before it was night, Liu Xiangjun's worries had come true. A well-known marketing account broke the news about the incident in the dressing room, but completely turned the whole story around.

--【What color is Yang Xing.Lure the gold master, work in the dressing room.spring.palace. 】

Soon a few hot searches came up,

Yang Xinghe Baoyang

What color is Yang Xing?lure

Yang Xinghe Jinzhu

Yang Xinghe dressing room

Liu Xiangjun hurriedly contacted them, but he couldn't suppress them at all. The money was spent here, and those who had more money than them went to the top of the trending search, just to make things bigger on purpose.

Soon, Mr. Qu's company sent a message that made people feel unclear,

[Hehe, I wanted to find the wrong person for the superior. 】

Coupled with a photo of Qu Zong and a hot celebrity holding hands, it seems to be announcing their relationship.

In this way, Yang Xing not only rushed to unspoken rules, but also became a naked third party. Pots of dirty water were poured on his head, obviously he was the one who was almost raped/violent.

Yang Xinghe sat in the living room and wiped the old guitar, as if it had nothing to do with him, so Liu Xiangjun smashed the phone directly,

"What time is it, you're still cleaning that broken guitar."

Yang Xinghe lowered his hand, "It's nothing to do with the guitar."

Liu Xiangjun walked up to him, "Looking at this guitar every day, has he been paying attention to you for so many years? It's fine that he didn't want to disturb you when you were mad at him before, but now that something happened, do you want someone to care about you?"

Yang Xinghe thought about it for a while, since he was on the trending search at night, his cell phone hasn't rang. The producers and artists who usually get along well don't have any condolences.

He put down the cloth to wipe the guitar, took the old guitar from the saddle, and plucked the strings casually.

Liu Xiangjun flipped through the scolding wars on Weibo over and over again,

A small group of die-hard fans are still very firm, but most of them have turned black, and they scolded Yang Xinghe with everyone,

【nausea】

【same.sex.love】

【Very Dirty】

[I don't know about the Golden Melody Awards.sleep.how many people]

...

Sighing, "Forget it, let's rest for a while."

Because the company couldn't suppress sex, and the social situation at that time was not in a situation where most people could accept homosexuality, they simply let Xing He rest.

As a singer, after Xuezang, he has no stable source of income.

For 1.2 months, he can still live on his laurels, but Liu Xiangjun persuaded him helplessly, "When you are sitting and eating, you are thinking about it, but no fans will remember you."

Xing He looked at the assistants standing aside and nodded.

That night,

He had to go out to work. As soon as he arrived in the VIP luxury box on the third floor, he heard a whining sound inside. He walked to the door and saw two men sitting inside, one with his back to the door, leaning on the sofa On the table, a strong arm rests easily on the back of the sofa, the arms are clearly defined, and the strong muscles twitch the muscles tightly. The other one stands in front of the wine cabinet and watches the "good show" on the sofa.

"Two?" Yang Xinghe whispered into the manager's ear,

"kindness."

"Is there no one here? Do you still need me?"

"They want you by name."

Yang Xinghe himself received the news that he was here to have a meal and socialize with him. He guessed that it was because of the presence of a female producer that he called him by name. Seeing that there were two male bosses, he felt a little worried.

Liu Xiangjun pushed him in directly and closed the door of the box.

He walked to the bar behind the sofa, poured himself a glass of wine, and drank it in one gulp.

Alcoholic and cowardly,

Why doesn't Yang Xing give in?

Many things are not impossible, but...

His heart was already filled with people.

"President, look at him..." An extraordinary handsome man leaned on the sofa with a coquettish voice and winking eyes, his fingers lightly brushing the man's shirt.

The man must have been annoyed, he grabbed the finger with one hand, stared sideways at the beautiful man whose body was almost attached to his body, and after a while, leaned against the man with a charming smile, stretched out the other hand The slender fingers raised his chin seductively.

The man deliberately thought that some charming rhetoric would come out of his mouth, but in the end he said indifferently, "Get out." Then he pushed the handsome man away, stared at him in disgust, got up, turned around, and saw holding Yang Xinghe with an empty wine glass.

When Yang Xinghe saw the man's face, he couldn't help shaking his Adam's apple up and down, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

this person...

how come?

came back...

The beautiful boy refused to leave, and sat slumped on the sofa, "Mr. Ji really doesn't care about the fragrance and cherish the jade..."

The voice is soft and waxy, if it was someone else, he would have hugged him into his arms and started to comfort him softly, but Yang Xinghe knew that this handsome man used the wrong method, who is Ji Mushen, a man who is absolutely indifferent to the end, he was like this when he was in school , without saying a word.

The beautiful man watched Ji Muchen staring at the man in front of him, got up in a funny way, and walked to Yang Xinghe's side, "Oh, this is not..."

"Get out and keep your mouth shut." The man who had been standing in front of the wine cabinet looked at the handsome man with stern eyes.

The handsome man left resentfully, and closed the door with a little strength, "They are all for sale, why pretend to be affectionate."

Isn't the emotion in Yang Xinghe's eyes as deep as the sea that even outsiders can see?

The handsome Ji Muchen still maintained a lazy and casual posture. The man standing in front of the wine cabinet smiled at Yang Xinghe, nodded, and left the private room.

Yang Xinghe's eyes suddenly didn't know where to look, his eyeballs rolled around, thinking about those silly and sweet TV complexes he had acted in the past, and suddenly said, "Long time no see."

"Yeah, it's been 5 years."

"6."

"What?" Yang Xinghe's voice was so small that Ji Muchen couldn't hear it clearly.

"It's been 6 years, and you just came back."

A pair of big hands pulled him closer to him,

Yang Xinghe looked up at the man who was half a head taller than him. He was still the same as before, a bit mature, and his temperament was still cold. The post-graduation party 6 years ago was still so close.