protect my love

"But I can't bear it, I don't dare to think about what I can do without you. Look, now that this happened, does it seem like life has made a choice for me?"

Xia Le didn't dare to move on the sofa. He listened to other people's stories halfway, although it was only a few words from one person.During these months by Zi Mingjun's side, he never saw Zi Mingjun so helpless and frustrated.

Zi Mingjun was quietly listening to the person on the opposite side pouring out his thoughts, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

After a long time, Zi Mingjun said: "Yes, you can come to see me today, but we must break up now."

So cruel, what's the use of meeting?Xia Le was trembling with fear.

The other party was also anxious, the volume was so loud that Xia Le could almost hear it.

"Where did you get the power to separate me from you!"

"Let's do this first, I hope I can grow faster, and when I have the ability to protect me and the people I love from being bullied..." Zi Mingjun didn't finish the sentence, "Don't throw away the ring Come on, it won’t take up space, bye.”

Zi Mingjun said don't hang up the phone, and maintained the original posture for a long time: "Speak to me again."

After more than ten seconds, there was a bang, and Zi Mingjun threw the phone on the bed with all his strength. A hole was sunk in the white sheet and velvet quilt, and it couldn't bounce back at all.

Xia Le believes that this kind of strength is also a hole on the wall.

After the fall, Zi Mingjun stepped onto the bed as if nothing had happened, flung off his slippers, and nimbly crawled sideways into the quilt.

"I'm sleepy, you can help yourself."

"......oh oh."

"By the way, if there are domestic calls to you, don't answer them all. We'll talk about it when we go back tomorrow."

"......it is good."

Dreamlike, this is as surprising a finish as it was a beginning.

Zi Mingjun fell asleep for a long time, he dreamed a lot of things, and the memory of the dream was erased the moment he woke up.Even if I try my best, there are only a few fragments.

Zi Ming got up, and the room was pitch black.

There are three layers of curtains in this hotel, and the layers are thicker and thicker to block out light. He has no idea what time it is.

His little assistant might or might not be asleep on the other single bed in the room, it was just too dark.

There was no watch in the room, so Zi Mingjun had no choice but to touch his mobile phone.

When I found it on the bed, there was still [-]% of the battery left. Looking at the time, it was already six o'clock in the morning. normal.

Zi Mingjun sat in the same place for a full 5 minutes, allowing his brain to completely restart once, and after adapting to the darkness, he looked at Xia Le's bed again, and there was no one there.

Turning on the bedside lamp to charge the phone, Zi Ming lay back and carefully recalled the accidents of the past two days.

Fate is probably like this, obviously gave you the right to steer, but unprovoked storms can still destroy you.

Zhan Yijiang didn't want to contact him, Xunxing didn't want to contact him, and now even Xia Le didn't know where to go.

Fortunately, the Internet will not abandon him. As long as there is electricity and signal, Internet users all over the world can gather around this charcoal-like network to keep warm.

Zi Mingjun doesn't expect nothing to happen in the past dozen hours, he just has a little expectation, he hopes that no one will find out who Bai Lianxi is, and he hopes that the public opinion trend is just to stir up fire, and he doesn't really want to destroy him , destroy them.

But his finger was hanging on the top of the screen and he didn't dare to drop it. Zi Ming wanted to rush to his account to tell his heart.Together with the scum of the people he wanted to scold him for throwing water on him, and the crowd who said that watching the excitement is not too boring, he also hated his own naivety by the way.

Such catharsis would be tantamount to adding insult to injury, that's for sure.

Zi Mingjun wanted to say that he was not afraid anymore, he insisted on breaking up with Bai Lianxi just because he didn't want to implicate him, otherwise he wouldn't mention it even if he was killed.Now that he has given up the only thing he wants to protect, is it necessary to send him to cook if he is not allowed to go to the battlefield with a gun?

As it turns out, it really is.

Zi Mingjun found that he couldn't log in to his social account, and tried many times, but it didn't work, so the company changed his password.

He was not annoyed, and sent a message to Zhan Yijiang who hadn't replied to him, which was close to tearing his face.

[Tell me the new password, otherwise guess if there are reporters outside my hotel? 】

Even if you don't have your own tuba, it is still possible for tourists to log in.

[Don't make trouble, your account was almost stolen yesterday, and I will give it to you when the storm passes. 】

In the end, Zhan Yijiang was still the same Zhan Yijiang, dedicated to his job, and his news was always returned in seconds, without mentioning anything about yesterday.

【What should I do. 】

The other party has been typing for a long, long time, intermittently, and he doesn't know what Zhan Yijiang wants to brew.

Zi Mingjun made a phone call.

Yesterday he made at least [-] phone calls to different people, but unfortunately they were all busy, and none of them spared time for a call.Zhan Yijiang showed up today, and he stopped avoiding him, and quickly picked him up as usual.

"Hey."

"Working overtime is hard."

Zhan Yijiang on the other end smiled, "What about you, just got up?"

"Ah."

"I've changed your air tickets for you. It's three o'clock in the afternoon in London time. Don't take the normal passage. There will be a car outside to pick you up and go directly back to the company."

"Ah."

"Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, what's next)

"I'm so uncomfortable." Zi Ming didn't hide it, he was exhausted physically and mentally, the physical reason might be because he slept too much, and the psychological reason might be because he slept too much.

"Are you with him now?" If he wanted to ask Xia Le, he would call Xia Le's name directly, but he was talking about him. This word is like a hidden code, and here it can only refer to one person.

"At the hotel, Xia Le didn't know where he went early in the morning." Zi Mingjun didn't want to pretend that he didn't understand, "He and I broke up."

Zhan Yijiang was so surprised, he gave himself a few seconds to distinguish the words of Mingjun, and only the sound of breathing remained in the microphone.

"Divided?" Zhan Yijiang seriously suspected that he had misheard, "This is a division. It seems that you don't have a deep emotional foundation."

In fact, this is a joke, and Ming knows it.

"I mentioned, can you avoid him when you deal with it? He is a circle of outsiders, and he can't stand this."

Fortunately, Bai Lianxi doesn't often use the Internet to pass the time, and doesn't reveal much personal information outside. After a while, the heat will dissipate and everything will be fine.

"That young man is actually quite handsome." Zhan Yijiang may not want to talk about the solution yet, "I still think he looks familiar, his red lips and white teeth look a bit like a manager of the hotel in city b before."

Zi Mingjun too rarely listens to others talking about Bai Lianxi. Hearing Zhan Jiang say it, he can't wait to slap his thigh. Yes, that's the word. Isn't Bai Lianxi just with red lips and white teeth, and she is so cute when she smiles.

Before Zi Mingjun could react, Zhan Yijiang reacted first: "Hey, no, the one you were photographed in the domestic snack street...is him..."

"Brother Zhan, can I still be saved?" Zi Mingjun had just woken up not long ago, and his mood was not stable. He was asked to be coquettish and make some words, but he burst into tears as soon as he tried.

"You deserve it." Zhan Yijiang's heart was still soft, and he didn't want to say anything harsh, "This time the situation is serious, and I won't hide it from you. The mainstream media's evaluation is not very good, do you know what that means?"

The tone is not good, unless Zi Mingjun can really give an incomparably perfect explanation, otherwise, according to the current environment, it is the direction for the tainted artist to withdraw from the circle.

Zi Ming didn't speak, not because he didn't know clearly, but because he knew too much.

"Let's do this first, you don't have to be too anxious, since it happened, find a way to solve it." There are many noises on the opposite side, and Zi Mingjun guesses that Zhan Yijiang is on the road again, "I will remind you personally, dress neatly Come on, clean up your face, the company... has a lot of people."

"Okay, got it, thank you."

What is it that is inconvenient to say? Mingjun is used to it. He is grateful to Zhan Yijiang for taking care of him from the bottom of his heart. This matter is important.

Just now, Zi Mingjun had been using his charged mobile phone to make calls, and now it was scalding hot.

But he couldn't let it go. During the time he fell asleep, almost everyone who had his contact information sent words of comfort, and the message prompt had long since changed to 99+.

He looked at it roughly, and basically comforted him and encouraged him, throwing away the extremely intimate and meaningful ones. If he wants to reply to each one one by one, it may take at least an hour.

So there is one more circle of friends that Mingjun hardly uses. The photo is a street scene taken in Bai Lianxi's apartment, with the words:

[Fortunately, thank you for your concern. 】

Then he put the phone aside and lay back.In fact, he couldn't fall asleep either, so he stared blankly in the dark like a half-daze until eight o'clock, which shocked Xia Le who came back from buying breakfast.

"It's too early for you to go out."

"Yesterday... I slept almost at the same time as you. I woke up naturally at three o'clock and went out when I was bored in the hotel."

"Where have you been wandering around?"

"I went to the river to watch the sunrise, and then I went to China Town and bought breakfast." Xia Le was carrying several small plastic bags, and because there were hot air and small water droplets hanging in them, he couldn't see what they were. .

"What breakfast?" Zi Mingjun hadn't even visited China Town properly.

"I have everything!" Xia Le looked very proud, "There are soy milk, finger cakes, pancakes, bean paste buns, and morning tea snacks."

It sounds like there are indeed many styles, but it's too strange to match them together.

Xia Le saw that Mingjun's expression was a bit complicated, and thought he was worried about the taste, so he said, "The taste is really good. I ate a pancake on the way back. Do you want to try it too?"

"En." Zi Mingjun left the bed, feeling a little sore in his back, which must be the aftereffect of sleeping for a long time.

Xia Le handed over one, and opened a cup of soy milk for him.

Every time I come to the UK, even if I don’t eat English breakfast, Zi Mingjun has never had the opportunity to eat a decent domestic breakfast here. It really is a very special time.

"How about it?"

Zi Mingjun tore off one edge of the paper bag, and inside was a fragrant pancake with plenty of ingredients. It was obvious that two eggs were used.

"It's the best comfort these two days."

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