protect my love

Seeing Zi Mingjun standing there in a daze, Bai Lianxi felt for a moment that she also needed to go for a physical examination.

I heard that the pursuit of a celebrity's private life is not smooth and smooth, not to mention that this person wants to find any man when he is drunk.

It can be seen that it is normal and correct to ask for a medical report.

Bai Lianxi silently liked the answer on the Internet in her heart.

"Mr. Bai, did you misunderstand something?" Zi Mingjun finally spoke, sounding a little angry.

Now it was Bai Lianxi's turn to be stunned, seeing the seriousness of the other party, he couldn't help hesitating: "I thought the medical examination report was very..."

"No, Mr. Bai, the main reason is that nothing happened to us."

Unable to see that the situation is developing in a psychedelic direction, Ming who understands the meaning behind the words finds the problem first.

This is not on the same channel at all.

Bai Lianxi was dumbfounded, he wanted to say that he woke up yesterday morning and lay on the floor of the other party's room, he was half naked, his shirt was covered with lip stains.But he suddenly remembered, although there are some wrinkles, the trousers and clean body are in good condition.

So the last heat in the memory is just to the point, it is two pieces of oily dough sticking to the chopping board to pretend.

Zi Mingjun covered the corners of his lips, as if he was suppressing a smile.

That laugh was too inappropriate, or maybe it was a suitable transition.

It is useless to talk more at this time, since the other party has built a step for himself, why not go down?

So Bai Lianxi perfectly explained where to stand up from where he fell, and brought up the topic again, and both parties tacitly did not bring up that oolong again.

The confidentiality agreement was just a simple guarantee for that night, and Bai Lianxi signed it after reading it roughly.After that was a letter of apology stamped with the red seal of Jiujing Longyan Holiday Hotel. Mingjun waved his hand and said that there was no need to read it.

Bai Lianxi is a careful person, he noticed that Zi Mingjun's thoughts are not here.It would be bad if something important was delayed by the lengthy apology process at this time.

"Are you still busy?"

Zi Mingjun shook his head and said, "It's okay, I'm a little tired."

After finishing the procedure, Bai Lianxi tidied up the things on the table, and suddenly asked without thinking: "Is it worthwhile to be a public figure?"

Zi Mingjun was putting the signed documents back into the folder, and the friction sound of the paper sliding to the bottom prolongs the reaction time.

"what?"

"It's just being stared at by others every day and becoming the raw material for public gossip." Bai Lianxi asked seriously.

It was indeed abrupt, but since it had been asked, it was impossible to take it back.

After a long silence, Zi Ming replied: "I don't know."

There is no anger, no fluctuations, the faint four words seem to be the person who is also looking for the answer.

Bai Lianxi didn't ask any further questions, but just nodded.

"There are many reasons why a public figure is called a public figure. For example, I am an actor, and my selfishness is to let more people, preferably everyone, see my performance."

Zi Mingjun stood up and walked slowly in the small living room. When he got to the front of the TV, he turned around and walked towards the sofa chair. When he got to the sofa chair, he changed the direction again.

"Of course that's impossible," he added.

"You even have a relationship with netizens all over the country." Bai Lianxi smiled wryly for Zi Mingjun.

"You saw it too?" As soon as the words came out, Ming felt familiar with the words, but the feeling was fleeting, and the source could not be recalled.

"I don't usually read entertainment news, but I understand it." Bai Lianxi said frankly.

"It's speculation." Zi Mingjun shook his head and picked up his coat, "It's all capital operations, so there's usually no such enthusiasm."

Some words should not be said, especially from Zi Mingjun's mouth, but what can't be said?Ziming is not worried that there will be some "gossip" spreading from here, not to mention such things can be seen with a little knowledge.

Bai Lianxi also stood up, watching him put on his coat and then put on the mask: "It's rare that there is no smog, so I have to wear a mask."

Zi Mingjun was equipped with only half of his face left, and he smiled when he heard this: "It can be regarded as keeping out the cold."

In the end, Ming didn't let Bai Lianxi deliver the words, and the driver Xiao Yang was waiting for him below.

"Goodbye." This is his farewell before entering the elevator.

"Goodbye." Bai Lianxi watched him enter the elevator, retreated to the room and closed the door.

Why goodbye?Do two completely different life trajectories need a second point of intersection?

Even though the other party said it first, Bai Lianxi joked to herself that she would take such polite remarks seriously.

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There is a car parked in the drop-off area at the main entrance of the hotel. It is pure black, and the black film glass directly above it that cannot see through the lights seems to completely isolate the car from the outside world.

Suddenly, a man walked out of the hotel and stepped straight into the car. His movements were clean and neat, without messing around, but somehow it made people feel a little sneaky.

"To the airport, you have to drive faster, it's going to be late." Zi Mingjun sat in the second row of a single seat, took off his mask and put it aside.

"Okay." Xiao Yang was skilled at driving, and drove out of the half-moon-shaped front yard of the hotel without letting the staff at the door direct him.

Zi Mingjun intends to get acquainted with tomorrow's interview on the road, but Xiao Yang, who usually speaks very little, said, "Brother Zi, this may be the last time I see you off."

"Ok?"

Xiao Yang has often picked him up since Zi Mingjun signed a contract with his current company, not only with him, but with all driving affairs in city b.When such words are exported, Mingjun can't help being puzzled.

"I'd like to congratulate Brother Zi first. The future is bright. Everything you do will be smooth and happy. You should also pay attention to rest." Xiao Yang looked at the back from the rearview mirror, his eyes full of sincerity.

"Congratulations for what? You don't plan to do it anymore? What's the matter, tell me who has been wronged." Zi Mingjun was at a loss.

Xiao Yang was also taken aback, the person who co-authored the news has not been notified yet.

"The company notified me that you don't need me to pick it up anymore. They said they have an assistant for you."

Not everyone needs a personal assistant. For example, at the earliest time, Zhan Yijiang only had the character Mingjun, and he worked part-time as an assistant when he was filming, and later hired a temporary assistant.

Assigning long-term assistants to artists is a manifestation of attention.

But Zi Ming didn't care about being happy, and asked, "What about you?"

"I'm still the same, I just work as a driver in city b." Thinking that it might be difficult to see Zi Mingjun again in the future, Xiao Yang felt a little disappointed, "Brother Zi, you must be good, I'm afraid that the new assistant is not in line with your habits .”

This is really a problem, the characters Mingjun has some fragmentary habits, only those who have been with them for a long time know.

"Then do you want to be my assistant?" Zi Mingjun blurted out.

"I can't do it, I can't do it." Xiao Yang quickly shook his head, "And you also know that my family... needs someone to take care of it."

There are two elderly people and a younger sister in Xiao Yang's family, both of whom are not in good health.The personal assistant must follow the master, Zi Mingjun flies once every two days on average, and stays in the so-called permanent residence for no more than three months a year.

"I'm sorry, I didn't think carefully." Both Xiao Yang and Zi Ming mentioned these things.

The car was quiet for a while, except for the uniform and weak background noise of the speeding car.At this time, Zi Mingjun's voice suddenly came out: "It's too contradictory. Since my career started to improve, I seem to have lost many choices, and in order to regain these choices, I have to be restricted even more tightly."

The car is speeding on the highway, the row of street lights are very far apart, and each light is only enough to illuminate a circle, so before entering the lighting range of another street light, the light inside the car is only enough to outline the outline, and the rearview mirror The range of vision is very limited, and Xiao Yang can only see Zi Mingjun pressing his forehead against the fist of both hands.That kind of appearance can only remind people of words like Qiongqiolili, which is really sad.

Xiao Yang is not very good at comforting people, and Zi Mingjun is probably not looking for comfort: "Brother Zi, fasten your seat belt, I am driving very fast."

In the next second, Zi Ming raised his head, which was completely different from what Xiao Yang had imagined.You can see calmness and calmness, but you can't find the slightest anxiety or helplessness.

"Thank you for the reminder." Zi Mingjun pulled the seat belt buckle and smiled faintly.

Afterwards, the two exchanged pleasantries for a while, and gave each other a hug when they got off the car.

"Goodbye."

Xiao Yang watched Zi Mingjun walk into the airport alone, his back gradually became smaller, but still clear, as if he had been dyed with a unique color, unable to disappear into the surrounding crowd.

"Goodbye."

Just as usual.

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