After bankruptcy, I managed to seduce the male god

Yun Mo sat upright, his eyes darkened slightly, but his tone was more calm: "Then I'll pick you up, it's not too far from the airport, can I take you directly to the old house?"

"Old Chen arranged a car." Yunfei's voice was a little hoarse: "I'll go to your place first today. You always have a guest room over there, right?"

"Yes." Yun Mo replied, "I will send the location to Uncle Chen."

"I think so too. Didn't you also buy the house that Xie Sheng lived in before?" Yun Fei coughed, and said calmly: "There's no need to post the location, I know the address."

Yun Mo knew his father too well, and he understood that he was reminding himself in a disguised form that he knew his every move like the back of his hand.

He smiled: "Okay, then I'll clean up the guest room first."

Yunfei hummed lightly and hung up the phone.

"Isn't the movie wrapping up today?" He raised his eyelids and glanced at Uncle Chen who was beside him: "Call Xie Sheng and ask him to come back tomorrow."

Uncle Chen looked at him hesitantly, but Yunfei had already closed his eyes and leaned back into the seat.

The light outside the window quickly passed over his face, and the mottled light and shadow made him look even more lonely, with a heavy exhaustion in his thinness.

If it weren't for the two walnuts in his hands that were constantly turning, he could almost be mistaken for an indifferent statue.

Uncle Chen looked away helplessly, called out the phone number that had been stored in the phone for a long time, and dialed it.

Halfway through the wrap-up banquet, most of the people at the banquet were already a little drunk.

Fei Zhifan raised his wine glass again and touched Xie Xing, the wine glass collided with the wine glass, making a small and crisp sound.

During the movement, the diamond ring on Xie Xing's ring finger was folded by the light to give out sporadic light, like tiny stars, shining into his eyes.

His eyes were brighter than usual, and his smile revealed a sweetness.

"Hey, Xie Xing." Fei Zhifan looked meaningfully at the ring on Xie Xing's hand: "Don't forget what I asked you to do."

Fei Zhifan likes Sun Yan, but by accident, the two of them have been in the industry for so many years, not only did they not have any opportunities to cooperate, they even rarely attended events together.

Finally, there was someone close to Sun Yan who was familiar enough to call him a brother, Fei Zhifan couldn't bear it until the finale, and asked Xie Xing to introduce him to Sun Yan if he had the opportunity.

It is not accurate to say that they know each other. After all, there are no unknown actors in the same circle, and it is impossible for anyone not to know each other.

Fei Zhifan's acquaintance refers to private acquaintance.

Xie Xing smiled and nodded, the two of them raised their heads tacitly at the same time, and the wine in the glass slipped into their throats little by little.

After the first "reverse", Xie Xing and Fei Zhifan have established a deep friendship.

The two people are equally serious about the film, and they have helped each other a lot during the countless discussions on the script and the running-in of the play.

Most of the movies that Fei Zhifan received in the past were tough guys, and his understanding of emotional dramas is far less delicate and layered than Xie Xing's, and Xie Xing's experience facing the camera is far less rich than Fei Zhifan's. The two communicated with each other, Make a point, analyze your own understanding of the plot and characters to the other party, and share your experience and skills in facing the camera with the other party.

The reason why the filming was so smooth in the later stage is also to some extent benefited from the two actors' working attitude of helping each other without hiding their secrets.

Xie Xing put down his wine glass and felt the phone vibrate in his pocket.

He said sorry, got up and went to the hall outside the box to answer the phone.

There was a gap in the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, and the cold night wind came in, thin, like a thin blade, cutting on his cheeks, blowing away a lot of his alcohol.

There was an unknown number on the screen. Although Xie Sheng was a little puzzled, he picked up the phone without thinking too much about the many people in this line of contact.

"Master Xie?" There was an elderly voice on the opposite side, very familiar.

No one has called this title for many years, Xie Sheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and after a while he replied softly: "It's me, Uncle Chen."

In the past, Uncle Chen rarely called him Young Master Xie, except for the time when he first arrived at Yun's house.

Later, instead, he was often called Young Master.

Now this title has returned to the beginning, but it is much stranger than the beginning.

At least, at the beginning, he was still a child, and when Uncle Chen called him, his voice was somewhat doting and pampering.

That was also the attitude of the Yun family towards him at that time.

"It's been so many years, it's rare that you still remember." The voice over there was a little emotional: "I accompanied my husband back to China, do you have time to come over tomorrow morning?"

He didn't say where he was going, but Xie Xing understood better than anyone else, and he also knew that he had to go there if he had time.

This is something he has to face sooner or later. Even if he is afraid in his heart, he must bravely face it.

There is no way to avoid it, and there is no need to avoid it.

His voice came out steadily: "There is time."

There was a soft "hmm" over there, and the phone was hung up suddenly, so fast that Xie Sheng didn't even have time to say the greeting between his lips and teeth.

He originally wanted to say "Say hello to Uncle Yun", but that sentence floated silently on the tip of his heart, and he never had a chance to utter it.

He hung up the phone in silence, looking at the blacked out screen, his expression became serious.

The mobile phone is held in the palm of his left hand. The black body reflects the silver-gray ring on his thin white finger. The diamonds and patterns on the ring shimmer in his movements.

His condensed eyes softened again.

It was not unexpected that this call came. From the moment Yun Mo said "my lover" to the media, he had been waiting.

He knew it was bound to come.

He put the phone away, lowered his head and knocked out a cigarette, and then opened the window a little wider.

The gray smoke escaping from between his lips and teeth hit his face again with the night wind, his black hair was blown to the back of his head, his cheeks were cold, but his palms were sweating thinly.

The road far from the hotel is outlined with gentle curves by street lights, like a girl's skirt flying in the wind.

The vehicles on the road bravely tore through the cold and dark night, and rushed to where they wanted to go fearlessly.

He raised his head slightly. At this moment, he is no different from those vehicles. He can be extremely brave for the embrace he wants to reach.

The phone vibrated again, Xie Sheng bit the cigarette between his teeth, looked down at the name on the screen, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Warm fingertips rubbed the name lightly, he could guess what he would say to him, but he was still looking forward to it.

"Save me," Yun Mo's voice didn't change at all, with a smile and affection: "I can't pick you up tomorrow because I have something to do, I have a meeting in Area C, and you stay at the hotel for one more night. I come over."

"Okay." Xie Xing's voice was very soft, and his voice was a little lazy after drinking: "Brother, don't make yourself too tired."

"Understood," Yun Mo laughed, his eardrums vibrated in a low voice, making Xie Xing's ears a little itchy, and he said in the laughter, "I miss you, baby."

The word "baby" is as breathy as it sounds, it's so sexy that Xie Xing's heart is half numb.

"Then you come now?" Although he knew he couldn't come, Xie Xing still said: "Tomorrow you can go directly from the hotel to Area C for the meeting."

"No," Yun Mo's voice became deeper: "I can't help it when I see you."

"Brother," Xie Xing felt a little uncomfortable, "You don't have to bear it with me."

The breathing on the phone was obviously a little heavier, Xie Xing pinched his eyebrows, and said softly: "Brother, I love you very much, I can't bear your hard work, if there is anything I can help, please tell me I."

This is not the first time he has said this.

Whether it was the last time or this time, he said it sincerely, but the meanings of the two times were different.

He didn't want to be protected by Yun Mo without knowing it every time, and he didn't want to be like a child who had to have Yun Mo to shield him every time.

He wanted to stand side by side with him, and even if the sky fell, he wanted to work hard with him to prop it up again.

He wanted to face it with him, not him or him, but them.

There was silence on the phone, Xie Sheng's lips were pursed tightly, his cold and serious face was reflected on the window glass, anticipation and nervousness coexisted, his eyes were piercing, as if two fires were burning.

He wanted to hear Yun Mo tell him that when his father came back, they would face a very serious situation.

He wanted to hear him say, let's face it together, although it is very bitter and tiring, it doesn't matter if we are together.

"I know," Yun Mo smiled, but what he said was: "If I can't handle it, I will remember to tell you."

Xie Xing's brows frowned slightly, his disappointment could not be concealed.

The cigarette butt was bitten and turned up slightly, he smiled softly, his heart was sour and astringent, but in the end, only touch and sweetness remained.

He wanted to take responsibility for Yun Mo, but Yun Mo just wanted to protect him in his arms, preventing him from being hit by the slightest wind and rain, and he didn't want him to see the cruel truth with his own eyes.

They are not perfect people, but their hearts to love each other are as pure and passionate.

"Brother, I got it, then remember to come tomorrow night." Xie Xing extinguished the cigarette butt between his fingers, and said softly, "I'll wait for you after I wash it."

Yun Mo's laughter deepened, softly, as if he was kissing his ear with his lips: "You are so good, why are you so good?"

Xie Sheng's Adam's apple rolled, a little flustered by his voice, subconsciously scratched the word "good" on the window glass with his fingers: "Brother, let's stop talking, I'm hanging up."

"Forget it," Yun Mo's voice in the receiver was so gentle that he said, "I love you."

Xie Xing came out for a long time, but Sun Xiaoquan found it worriedly. He approached him unsteadily, and asked with his tongue out, "What's the matter? Drink, did you drink too much?"

Xie Xing glanced at the two blushes on Sun Xiaoquan's cheeks, and thought to himself who had drunk too much.

He leaned back on the window sill and confided to Sun Xiaoquan: "Brother Xiaoquan, Uncle Yun is back."

Sun Xiaoquan really drank too much, his thin eyelids were red, but his face was full of joy.

He was much happier than Xie Xing when the reverse was completed smoothly, which meant that Xie Xing had taken a step further in this circle.

If society itself has its own cruelty, then the entertainment industry is like a magnifying glass, magnifying all kinds of cruelty and contradictions thousands of times.

It is simply a collection of interests and contradictions, full of competition and contradictions everywhere, self-exposed scars hype and trampling of highs and lows abound, lies and money clash left and right in it, collide into pieces and then reappear twisted together.

But Xie Xing had some stubbornness that didn't know the current affairs, and he didn't bother to do those things that didn't stand out.

Sun Xiaoquan followed him. Because of this ignorance of current affairs, the two of them got angry and stared at them so much.

At the critical moment, they are taken out to block the gun and step on the ground. If the better resources are not available, they will be snatched away by newcomers with backgrounds. They can only pick and choose among the notebooks that others don't want.

There were many times when he was pointed and scolded because he didn't want to accept the three-no advertisement. Sun Xiaoquan still remembers the gloating eyes of those who watched the excitement.

Xie Xing was careless locally, but Sun Xiaoquan kept fighting.

But now, Shelu is released, Xie Sheng has attracted a large number of fans, the company's script has been softened, and even many familiar product endorsements have been found.

Sun Xiaoquan, a little assistant who can run on anyone, is now being chased and called brother when he returns to the company.

Sun Xiaoquan is not afraid of people saying that he is a villain, and once he turns around, he doesn't want to hide his joy at all.

Not to mention that it is still Lu Qingshan's film that is now reversed. He knows that after this film is released, it will definitely establish Xie Sheng's position in the film industry.

Sun Xiaoquan was so happy that he didn't even hear the words clearly, and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter who comes back, this time we are completely stable."

Xie Xing smiled helplessly, flicked the cigarette butt he was holding between his fingers into the trash can, and helped Sun Xiaoquan: "Forget it, I have to serve your old man tonight, right?"

"No need," Sun Xiaoquan raised his hand, "I know it well."

No wonder!

Xie Xing supported the person in front of the tea table and poured a glass of water for Sun Xiaoquan: "Don't drink it, Brother Xiaoquan, if you drink any more, you'll be really drunk."

After Sun Xiaoquan drank a glass of water, he felt drunk and fell asleep in a daze.

Xie Xing and the crew sent him back to the room together, and took care of him to sleep before going back to the room to pack his luggage.

While collecting his things, he thought about those two phone calls over and over again.

Uncle Yun's return to the country is something that cannot be concealed no matter what. If Yun Mo wants to hide it from him, he probably just wants to hide it from tomorrow.

This shows that he has already planned to use this day to negotiate with his father, or sacrifice something in exchange for the present peace.

If he doesn't go back, will he be covered in scars when he comes tomorrow?

What about Uncle Yun?He specially asked Uncle Chen to call him. The only explanation was that he wanted to use tomorrow to catch himself by surprise.

They are wrestling, but the one who is under the force in the middle is himself.

When stuffing things into the suitcase, he took out a box in the mezzanine, which was a birthday present he had prepared for Yun Mo before.

At that time Yun Mo went to Canada, and various things happened after he came back, so he never sent it out.

Until his own birthday, when he received the ring, the weight of this gift suddenly became lighter, and he put it in the box.

He lowered his eyes and opened the box. Inside the box was a leather anklet with an ice-blue enamel star dangling from it.

He held the star between his fingers, looked at it for a moment, and then reinstalled it.

The night wind was very cold, Yun Mo stood there for a long time, he met Yun Fei and Uncle Chen downstairs.

The taxi stopped in front of him, and he carried his father out of the car himself.

Yunfei used to be considered tall, but now he hardly weighs much in his arms.

Uncle Chen took the wheelchair out of the trunk and opened it. Yun Mo put his father on the wheelchair and pushed it into the elevator himself.

The atmosphere was a bit weird, the few people who reunited after a long absence, except for Uncle Chen's "Master," when they met for the first time, almost no one made a sound.

It wasn't until he opened the door that Yunfei looked at the decoration layout in the room, and then snorted coldly: "Xie Sheng's idea?"

Yun Mo said indifferently: "My idea."

Uncle Chen dragged the suitcase into the guest room and put it away, Yun Mo squatted down and massaged his father's legs: "Dad, are you tired?"

Yun Mo's forehead hair was scattered, blocking his eyebrows and eyes.Only when you look up can you see those bright eyes.

He was wearing home clothes, and his hair was so soft that Yunfei couldn't help but want to reach out and rub it.

When he was sober, he knew that he had wronged the child, but those cruel pleasures were like an addiction, making it difficult for him to control himself.

"Everything has been arranged at the old house." Yun Mo lowered his head and pressed his fingers on his numb legs: "Tomorrow I will take you to see it."

Then he looked up at his father again: "you should tell me about your return in advance."

Yunfei originally had a soft heart, but when Yun Mo said the word "old house", he became violent for no reason: "You want to drive me away before I sit still?"

"No," Yun Mo said, "You're tired, so go rest tonight. If you don't want to go, then don't go. You can live in this apartment, and Sheng Sheng and I will live in the opposite apartment."

"Don't be in such a hurry," Yunfei said, "Xie Xing will come tomorrow, so we should listen to what he has to say."

"It's enough to talk to me." Yun Mo raised his eyes with a calm expression: "I am your son, it is enough for you to vent your anger on me."

"Old Chen," Yunfei called, and Uncle Chen came out from the guest room: "Help me to rest, I'm tired."

Uncle Chen took Yunfei's crutch, that aluminum alloy stick, Yun Mo was more familiar with it than anyone else, his eyes paused on the stick for a moment, then turned away with forbearance.

"I've already contacted Xie Xing," Yunfei said to him, "We'll talk when he comes tomorrow."

He watched Yun Mo's face slowly turn pale, and his eyes became darker and darker, as if ice had been quenched.

He felt a tightness in his chest, a little pain, but inexplicably happy.

He was supported by Uncle Chen, struggling to hold on to the crutch, and almost moved into the guest room little by little. At a distance of five or six meters, he was sweating all over.

Before the door closed, Uncle Chen shook his head worriedly at Yun Mo.

The hangover gave Sun Xiaoquan a headache. He regretted drinking too much last night while pushing open the door of Xie Sheng's room.

Xie Sheng was wearing a neat suit, his hair was combed neatly, his back was straight, and he was wearing a tie in front of the mirror at the moment.

In the mirror, he raised his head slightly, and his tie was knotted into a Windsor knot under his deft fingers.

Sun Xiaoquan was a little dazed, he stared at Xie Xing in a daze.

Except for attending events, Xie Xing seldom wears a suit, especially like today, with a high-end suit covering his body, making his figure extremely tall and straight.

The waistline is flexible, the legs are slender, and there is a young man's air in every gesture, which is extremely noble.

"Are there any activities today?" Sun Xiaoquan scratched her head in surprise, feeling a little fragmented.

Xie Xing straightened his neckline again, and said calmly, "No, go home."

"Go home? Then what are you doing?" Sun Xiaoquan stammered a little: "Want to have fun with Yun Mo?"

Xie Sheng cast his eyes from the mirror, with a hint of a smile: "Brother Xiaoquan, why do you understand me so well?"

He tilted his head, wrapped his fingertips around the end of his tie, and smiled at Sun Xiaoquan: "Tell me, it's better to use this tie to cover his eyes, or tie his hands, or something else." ?”

Sun Xiaoquan's throat rolled, and he took a step back in shock: "I didn't know, stinky rascal, I'm still old, single, and a virgin."

Xie Xing narrowed his eyes and laughed: "Then what should I do? I still want to punish him!"

The author has something to say: there are about two chapters to finish

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