Devil characters can't be collapsed

Wang Chaowei was indeed a little shocked.

When Yu Zhuo was flourishing in the entertainment industry, He Lin didn't even know anything about it.Apart from meeting in the toilet and borrowing paper, Wang Chaowei couldn't think of a second possibility for them to meet.

He Lin stared at Yu Zhuo intently, and spit out two words: "Know."

Yu Zhuo looked away, took the contract from Wang Chaowei's hand, picked up the pen on the table, bent down, and left his flamboyant handwriting on the place where he needed to sign.

After signing, the pen in his hand twirled around in his fingers gracefully, and was handed to He Lin together with a piece of paper.

"Of course I do," Yu Zhuo said, "I'm his fan."

"You can actually—" Wang Chaowei looked at Yu Zhuo with a look that couldn't be more shocking.

Who didn't say that Yu Zhuocai was arrogant and arrogant back then?

But Wang Chaowei is now witnessing Yu Zhuo chasing stars online.

Yu Zhuo nodded towards He Lin Diaoerlang, "Sign it?"

He Lin gave him a meaningful look, took the pen and paper, leaned over, signed, and then put down the pen. His attitude was not very good, but rather subtle.After signing, he turned around and went out, leaving only a back view.

He obviously didn't refuse his request, but Yu Zhuo just felt that he had a bad nose.He licked his molars, thinking he was quite angry.

Wang Chaowei hadn't had time to get over the shock of learning about Yu Zhuo's pursuit of stars, so he hurried to clean up the mess for Yu Zhuo's idol: "He's not like this usually, maybe he's lost his mind when recording songs recently, don't be surprised."

"Understandable." Yu Zhuo picked up the precious signature on the table, folded it up and put it in his pocket pretending to cherish it, and lied casually, "Don't worry, I won't take off my fan."

Yu Zhuo didn't have a good memory, so he walked around the parking lot before finding where his car was parked.

After finally finding the car, Yu Zhuo unlocked the car at a distance of more than ten meters, and the headlights flickered twice, vaguely showing a figure beside the car.

Against the light, Yu Zhuo made out a familiar silhouette, whoever it was if it wasn't He Lin.

Compared with Yu Zhuo, He Lin's memory is better than 01:30. This car was newly bought by Yu Zhuo, and he has never appeared in front of him a few times. He even memorized the license plate number.

Yu Zhuo raised his eyebrows: "Squat me?"

There was no expression on He Lin's face, he just spread out his hands, with a watch lying in his palm, and said, "You left it yesterday."

"Tsk, so it's here with you." Yu Zhuo took the watch, and his fingertips quickly passed over his palm, "Thank you."

Then there was silence.

The parking lot was dimly lit, but He Lin could clearly see the small red mole behind Yu Zhuo's ear.

Yu Zhuo's ears are very sensitive, just breathing in his ear is enough to make him flinch, the crimson spread from the tip of the ear, completely lacking the usual loose and calm look.But that bit of bright red is really ostentatious and sexy. When kissing, hold it between your lips, like a winner biting a gold medal to declare ownership.

There seemed to be no need to continue the conversation.Yu Zhuo has no habit of getting entangled with his ex-boyfriend, and usually breaks up as soon as he can, and puts an end to all possible contacts.

Yu Zhuo asked: "Is there anything else?"

After speaking, he went around to the side of the door on the driver's side, and reached out to pull the door.The meaning is obvious, don't say anything else, I'm too lazy to listen.

Unexpectedly, He Lin, who was standing upright, leaned against the car door, blocked Yu Zhuo from opening the door, and said calmly: "You owe me an explanation."

Just as Yu Zhuo's hand touched the car door, he took it back.

——It seems to be the case.

He really didn't do well in breaking up.

The lover who was lying on the same bed the night before turned around and sent a text message to say goodbye the next day, which is unacceptable to anyone.

——Although He Lin and Yu Zhuo are not "lover" in the strict sense.

"There's nothing to explain," Yu Zhuo said casually, "I just didn't expect that what I picked up was the treasure of the He family."

This matter is actually not that complicated. Yu Zhuo and He Lin have been together for more than a month, and only yesterday did he find out that He Lin's "He" is the well-known "He" in the upper circles of Yancheng.

In retrospect, that scene yesterday was really very dramatic.

Yu Zhuo had just sent a text message saying "I have something to do today", and within a few seconds he received a reply that the other party also had something to do.

Then the two parties met at the same dinner party.

The two had a great understanding and acted all night according to a script they didn't know each other.

On the surface, everything is peaceful, but undercurrents are surging.

It's also strange that Yu Zhuo was rebellious by nature, he looked like a playboy since he was a child, and he didn't fit in with this refined and noble circle, which caused him to never match the only son of the He family with He Lin.

Before that, he had always thought that He Lin was an ordinary star, at least that was the message that He Lin conveyed - in retrospect, it's no wonder that there was a clause of absolute secrecy in their gentleman's agreement.

In fact, Yu Zhuo didn't care about the identity of his partner, but his life would be shortened if he fell in love with the only son of the He family.

Everyone in Yancheng doesn't know that the He family is not easy to provoke, and Yu Zhuo is too lazy to cause trouble, so it's better to stop.

He Lin's gaze was fixed on Yu Zhuo's face, and his tone was without any emotional color, explaining a fact: "You never said that you are Yu Hongde's grandson."

"Now you know," Yu Zhuo took two steps forward, looking from a distance as if he was about to hug He Lin, but he put his hand on the door handle, "How can you say that honesty is the beginning of the end of a relationship? Woolen cloth."

"Row."

He Lin straightened up and walked away without looking back, as if he really just came to listen to an explanation.

At the end of the year, the company had a lot of business, big and small, and had to follow the artists' itinerary. Wang Chaowei was so overwhelmed that he didn't care about Yu Zhuo for a while.

However, after several years of retiring, Yu Zhuo was not in a hurry.

There was nothing to do in the first month of signing, and Yu Zhuo was working on his new song at home by himself.He stays at home all day long, and occasionally forgets to sleep and eat. He was surprised to find that he hadn't eaten at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night. He was so dedicated to his work that his friends called out, "Did you join some MLM organization?"

When he finished composing his new song and was thinking of calling Wang Chaowei to borrow a professional recording studio, Wang Chaowei called himself.

"There is a reception tonight. All the artists in our company will go, so you can come too. I have something to do and I can't go." Wang Chaowei's temperament is completely opposite to that of He Lin, and he can talk all day, "If you meet someone you know, is As for your friend, you just say hello to him, if you meet your enemy—although I think this possibility is a bit more likely—you don’t make trouble when you meet, you haven’t officially come back yet, it’s not good to be too ostentatious now.”

Wang Chaowei sent the address to Yu Zhuo, and added mysteriously, "I'll ask your idol to take care of you later."

Yu Zhuo had long forgotten that he blew himself up as a fan of He Lin a month ago, and now he was a little confused when he heard the word "idol", "Who?"

Through the phone, Wang Chaowei didn't really feel Yu Zhuo's bewilderment, thinking that he was too surprised to believe it, so he said clearly: "He Lin is also going today."

Yu Zhuo didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

No need, really no need.

The reception was set at a high-end place, and many big names in the industry came, including familiar faces from magazines on TV.

Yu Zhuo has retired for four years, and a lot of fresh blood has been injected into the entertainment industry. There are traffic stars who have become popular overnight, and ordinary actors who work hard. He can barely recognize half of the people who walk around here.

The glamorous celebrities get together to talk according to the grade of coffee, and Yu Zhuo, a fuzzy star, knows that he can't get along here, so he leisurely comes to the edge of the conversation to be happy and comfortable.

Far away from the core conversation area, and without the media to film, no one cares what the newcomers who are not paying attention want to say.

"No, what's the matter, there's only so much to eat in such a big place, and it's not like feeding birds!"

Yu Zhuo was attracted by this energetic voice, and turned his head to see a young man, about seventeen or eighteen years old, who seemed to be still growing.

"I rely on you, you, you——" His surprised expression was exactly the same as that of Wang Chaowei back then. He wanted to speak loudly but was afraid of attracting others, so he suppressed his breath to express his shock, "Yu, Yu Zhuo?"

"real or fake?!"

Seeing that the cream on the corner of his mouth was about to fall off because of his exaggerated movements, Yu Zhuo tapped the corner of his mouth with his fingertips to signal, and handed him the handkerchief kindly.

"No, no, no—" the young man waved his hand reservedly at first, but after thinking about it, he hurriedly snatched the handkerchief, "Oh no, thank you, thank you, this is for me!"

"Are you really Yu Zhuo? The real Yu Zhuo? Is this really true?"

Like a pea shooter, he spit out several "true" in one sentence, his eyes sparkling while clutching the handkerchief - if it is true, then this is the handkerchief Yu Zhuo touched!

"Fake," Yu Zhuo said leisurely, "I'm his younger brother."

"Ah..." The young man closed his mouth slightly, lost for a moment, and soon came up with a new idea, "Then can you help me get Zhang Yuzhuo's autograph? I like him so much, I just go for him It’s not easy to go on this road, but in the end he——ah!”

"No." Yu Zhuo squinted his eyes and smiled like a fox, "We are half-brothers, so we don't have a good relationship."

The boy was completely lost.

Yu Zhuo took out a candy from his pocket and put it in his hand, "I'm kidding. Where do you sign?"

When the boy saw the candy in his palm, his eyes widened and he forgot to speak for a moment.

Fans all know that this is Yu Zhuo's long-standing habit.

When Yu Zhuo had only a dozen or so fans, he developed the habit of carrying candy with him, sending out when he saw fans.Later, he stood on a wider stage and became a song god, and he has never abandoned this habit.

At that time, it was a pity that a bag of candy was not enough, but now I can't finish it with just a few.

"Sign... I'll look for it!"

The boy fumbled through his pockets, only then remembered that there was no paper or pen at the moment, and cursed again in a low voice why this shabby wine club had nothing.

Yu Zhuo also guessed that it would be like this, and suggested: "I'll go back and write you a To sign, what's your name?"

"Ah, good! My name is Lin Weijing, I'm Shuangmulin and..."

……

He Lin can be said to be at the top of the entertainment circle, one of the rare ones, so naturally a bunch of people pull him to chat.It took him a while to get away from the center of the conversation and walk aside.

He doesn't like this kind of occasion very much, there are many people talking, and what they say is all about the scene.

He found a place to sit aside, took out his mobile phone to check the time, and happened to see the message Wang Chaowei had sent him more than an hour ago.

[Wang Chaowei: Remember to look at him, don't forget! ! ! 】

He Lin raised his head and took a sip of the wine, his eyes shifted indistinctly, looking for Yu Zhuo's figure.

Even though he stayed in the farthest corner, Yu Zhuo was still eye-catching. The bright crystal lamp refracted yellowish light onto him, making him even more dazzling.

He tilted his head, chatting with the boy who was half a head shorter than him beside him.