The actor is always scolded

The press conference arrived as scheduled. Jiang Fengran and Song Ye hadn't been out of the hotel room for the past two days. Song Ye had watched two movies, and Jiang Fengran and him watched the first movie attentively, and felt the time of the other movie attentively. Song Ye was just a punch away from him.

On the third morning, he got up early, washed and dressed in front of the mirror, and meticulously tied every strand of hair behind his head, revealing a smooth forehead.

He looked at the phantom reflected in the mirror and said, "Spirit?"

Song Ye nodded.

Jiang Fengran smiled and said, "I'm leaving, will you come?"

Song Ye said, "Maybe."

Jiang Fengran smiled in satisfaction.

When Wang Sasa came to pick up Jiang Fengran, the reporters held up the camera microphones like cannons, the voices of questions kept coming and going, and the flashes kept flashing.

It's as grand as welcoming a king, although the words spit out of those mouths are particularly harsh in people's ears.

After going through a lot of hardships, he sat down in the car. Although the car windows were crowded with human faces and machines, his sight was still fixed on a certain room in the hotel.

He couldn't see anything clearly, but he knew Song Ye was standing there.

The press conference was as huge as imagined. The host grasped the rhythm of the scene and mentioned some reporters in advance, but most of them were not good at it.

After going through the process for more than half an hour, Jiang Fengran sat on a chair and stared at everyone in the arena intently.When he saw a tall figure sneaking in avoiding everyone's eyes and ears, his eyes narrowed comfortably, and his shoulders were relaxed for a moment, even though it was only for a few seconds.

"We hereby clarify that Zhang Quxi's death has nothing to do with Jiang Fengran. They are not lovers, but ordinary friends."

"The 'special' hobbies he described in his suicide note about Jiang Fengran are all fabricated out of thin air, which will inevitably have a major impact on Jiang Fengran's reputation. But in view of his death, we will not pursue responsibility. If something similar happens again, we will investigate it to the end!"

A reporter interrupted: "Then do you have any evidence?"

The reporter said calmly: "This is all of Jiang Fengran's itinerary and Zhang Quxi's itinerary in the past three years since his debut. The two of them spent very little time together. Where did the suicide note say it come from?" What about the two living together?"

Another reporter said: "Then why did it take the third day to come out to clarify, those so-called evidences are enough to be forged in two days!"

"because……"

Jiang Fengran took over the words: "If you don't do anything wrong, you are never afraid of ghosts knocking at the door. I didn't take the remarks in his suicide note that would overthrow you as soon as you scrutinize it. But the public opinion from the outside world has already affected the normal life of most people. I still have to do business, and I still have to go out. So we held this press conference, and those ridiculous speculations should not have been such a waste of energy. After all," he paused, looked around at the reporters, and slowly Say, "I'm not stupid enough to believe a patient who needs to see a psychiatrist."

There was an uproar at the scene, the reporters looked at me and I looked at you, and one person asked loudly: "Does this mean that Zhang Quxi has a serious mental illness, so sometimes he has some extreme ideas?"

As soon as this remark came out, the flashes flashed more diligently.

Jiang Fengran stopped talking, just sat there with a careless expression on his face, as if this was just a farce and he was just the only sober person on the scene.

Another sober person is Song Ye who is standing in the corner.

He felt that he seemed to be a little "Song Yehua". He could calmly accept the public opinion about himself, and even laughed at himself.He doesn't care if those people like it enough to dig out their hearts to him to show their sincerity, or hate it so much that he wants to throw rotten eggs at him when they see him, it doesn't seem to matter.

It seems that falling in love with a person can even infect his 'bad temper'.

When Wang Sasha was in the car, he showed him what they had investigated after two days. The information recorded on just a few pieces of A4 paper was amazing, about Zhang Quxi's past.

Wang Sasha asked him how he was, he shook his head and said flatly, "Don't shake them out."

Wang Sasha said: "The best way to suppress a public opinion is to give the audience more violent and explosive material, and with these, those comments about you are bound to be self-defeating."

Jiang Fengran lazily leaned on the leather cushion of the back seat, with that half-smile in his eyes, he said, "You are not afraid of the shadow if you are upright."

The fruits of two days' labor were just scrapped.

After the press conference was over, Jiang Fengran was not very tired, but Wang Sasha was extremely tired.She hammered Jiang Fengran's arm weakly, and said, "I'll give you a week off, and let me have a good rest."

Jiang Fengran cupped his hands and thanked the Queen Mother.

Song Ye stood beside the car and smoked a cigarette. After smoking, he put the cigarette butt in the trash can and got into the car.At the same time, the passenger door opened without warning.

Song Ye was startled, looked at the person who came, and asked, "Did you leave with your manager?"

Jiang Fengran stretched his body in the car and said, "I was given a week's leave and my assistant was driven away. Now I am yours. If you kick me down, you will definitely be trampled to death by those reporters. "

Song Ye reminded him to fasten his seat belt and start the car to leave the dark parking lot.

He tapped the steering wheel with his fingers according to the rhythm of the music in the car, Jiang Fengran was resting with his eyes closed, he was not asleep.

Song Ye said: "This is not a perfect press conference. Zhang Quxi's fans will hate you until you die and can't remember who you are."

Jiang Fengran didn't open his eyes, but he bent them and said, "If you hate it, hate it."

Song Ye said: "Your public relations don't look very good."

Jiang Fengran said: "It's not that I'm not good at it, it's that I'm too good at it. I can't do it this way, so I can only act not that good at it."

This tongue twister did not make Song Ye dizzy, but gave him a desire to stop saying anything.

Jiang Fengran asked: "What do I want to eat, I'm hungry."

Song Ye said, "What do you want to eat?"

Jiang Fengran said: "I want to go home and cook for you."

It's a city away from home.

Song Ye went to the Golden Arch to pack some fast food for him and came back, but the cashier girl found out that it was him, ignoring the long queue behind and insisted on taking a photo with him.

Jiang Fengran said about the hamburgers and Coke, "Actually, I don't like to eat these. I wanted to talk about it when I was at your house on New Year's Day."

Song Ye nodded seriously, and said, "I thought you would like these."

Jiang Fengran took a bite of the hamburger and took a sip of Coke. The taste was as bad as ever. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "You?"

Song Ye added: "Your age."

Jiang Fengran said: "I will be your lover in the future, don't divide our age groups like this."

Song Ye: "..."

The car slammed to a sudden stop on the side of the road.

Later, Jiang Fengran coaxed Song Ye for more than 20 minutes before coaxing him well and driving on the road again.

Jiang Fengran gnawed on the still warm hamburger and asked Song Ye, "What do you eat?"

Song Ye said: "I've already eaten, while you held a press conference."

Jiang Fengran put the uneaten hamburger back into the bag and packed it up, stretched lazily, and said, "Then you are treated better than me."

Someone overtook Song Ye's car, and Song Ye also overtook someone else's car.On this flat road, danger seems to be around, but so is romance.

Song Ye and Jiang Fengran flew back to City A and parked their car in a parking spot near the airport. He and Jiang Fengran, who was dressed like a thief, sat in the first-class cabin, and Jiang Fengran took off his mask and hat freely. Lose.

Song Ye said: "It's really troublesome."

Jiang Fengran shrugged and said, "People are afraid of being famous, but pigs are afraid of being strong."

In the evening, Jiang Fengran prepared a table full of dishes. Although he really wanted to have a two-person world with Song Ye, he was afraid that he might be beaten to death by that woman if he had already gone home and didn't say hello to Wen Jing, so he called Wen Jing and Xu Wubo couple.

Wen Jing raised her glass and said, "Cheers to Jiang Fengran's remaining life after the catastrophe!"

Jiang Fengran touched her lightly and said, "But it's not that exaggerated yet."

Wen Jing cleared her throat, and said, "Then let's toast to Jiang's outstanding performance!"

Only then did Jiang Fengran drink up the wine in his glass with satisfaction.

Xu Wubo said: "Now the comments from the outside world are still polarized, but it is not that serious. The current situation is that people who love you love you more, people who hate you hate you even more, and many neutral people are surrounded by you. powder."

Wen Jing answered and said: "Isn't it? Those little girls on the Internet held their faces one by one, and called your husband shamelessly with red hearts in their eyes. But what you said today is really handsome. , I am your fan and I have to call your husband madly."

Xu Wubo coughed heavily.

Wen Jing glared at him: "What are you doing? You don't like me calling someone else's husband. If you have the ability, let me call you your husband!"

Xu Wubo: "..."

Jiang Fengran & Song Ye: "..."

Wen Jing, who realized what she said, and Xu Wubo turned into two cooked prawns, their faces were red from inside to outside.

That night he was lying in bed, thinking about Song Ye, and also thinking about this ridiculous situation.

This group of people can praise you as the only perfect man in the world one second, and they can turn around and criticize you as a trash scum they all despise in the next second.

It's too fast to change, and even with this vain reputation, it's so vulnerable.

Being able to ignore those - fame, fortune, belittling, slander - seems to be the wisest choice.In an impetuous environment, it is not easy to maintain a single-minded heart. He hopes that he can do it like Song Ye.

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It seems that I can't add updates in the future... QAQ will be broken once I add updates