legal cohabitation

"Hey, ancestor, what's wrong with your house? It's enough for me to send my girlfriend to the hotel for you." The agent said after picking up Lu Qian.

"Scumbag." The villain Lu Qian complained first, pointed at him and cursed, and then said, "The house's feng shui is not good, it's a haunted house."

"Brother, you are a college student in the new era, and you still care about Feng Shui? Then why did you buy that house back then?"

"You don't care, I have a lot of money." Lu Qian glanced at him, and gagged his agent with showing off his wealth.

"..." Give a salary increase?

The agent took Lu Qian back to his home.

Lu Qian was the first artist he brought in. Lu Qian has status in the company, and he chose his agent. At first he wondered why such a big name in the future would choose him as his agent, but later he understood, because he just looked at him. It is easier to bully, enough for Lu Qian to toss.

"Sit whatever you want, I'll clean up the guest room for you." The agent took out a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet and threw them in front of Lu Qian.

"I'll clean it up myself, don't be too busy." Lu Qian said.

The manager wasn't polite to him either: "Alright, I'll go find a quilt and get it for you."

After the room was tidied up, Lu Qian sat by the bed, casually flipped through Moments, and asked, "Are there any activities in the future?"

"Didn't you say you were going to take a month off? You didn't take the job." The agent said, "But there will be an awards ceremony the day after tomorrow, and it will be held in this grand theater. Don't worry about running around. Give me the afternoon It’s fine to make some styling when you have free time, and just don’t cause trouble for me at other times.”

Lu Qian snorted and said, "When did I cause trouble for you?"

"Just play dumb, last month, who the hell went in and out of the hotel with that model?" The agent glared at him, "Zongzu, you now have more girlfriend fans than mom fans. Got blown away by them."

"I told you that I was cheated." Lu Qian muttered, "It's not like you don't know that I'm not interested in women."

The manager had a headache when he heard this, and he didn't know how to deal with this matter in the future.

"Shut up, you better hide this matter, and don't let the company know, they all rely on you to make money, if they find out, they won't be able to forgive you."

Lu Qian smiled: "Got it."

***

The awards ceremony was held two days later in the Grand Theater.

Lu Qian sat and straightened his hair all afternoon. This awards ceremony had no fans at all, but there was a live broadcast and it was very popular.

Lu Qian is wearing a well-tailored suit and a wine-red bow tie, which outlines a flat and smooth shoulder line. His back is straight, and when he bends down a little, his shoulder blades show faintly. dazzling presence.

"Go in and pay attention to the camera, don't keep your head down, you should applaud and smile." The manager kept asking.

Lu Qian gave a faint "um", not interested.

"Spirited! A young man in his early twenties!" The manager patted him on the shoulder.

"Hey." Lu Qian straightened up and asked again, "Do you have any lozenges?"

"What's wrong? Sore throat?"

"It's a little uncomfortable, maybe I got angry." Lu Qian pressed the center of his eyebrows.

"I'll ask someone to buy it right away. I have honeysuckle flowers there. I'll make you a cup of tea."

"Don't bother." Lu Qian called him.

"It's about to start, moisten your throat first, otherwise you won't be able to speak when you go on stage."

Lu Qian laughed: "How do you know that I can win the prize? What if it's just a formality?"

"You are the ratings champion, the most popular award must be yours. If you don't run away, the rest depends on luck."

He quickly poured a glass of warm water with a few pieces of honeysuckle floating in it, shook the glass and handed it over, Lu Qian drank most of the glass in a few sips, and followed the crowd into the hall.

After taking his seat, machines kept scanning Lu Qian, so he could only take the trouble to raise his hand to greet the camera again and again.

Lu Qian's college entrance examination ended, and he entered Ideal University with the first grade in professional courses and the second-to-last grade in cultural courses. Fans waited for him for a year, and Weibo, which had been quiet for half a year, posted the first after a long time on the night of the college entrance examination. One: Hello everyone.

So there was a boom that night.

Everyone said that Lu Qian was a bit of a magic person. How could he become famous in one battle, and he had the courage to be silent for a whole year as soon as he became famous, but after a whole year, everyone found that his popularity had not faded at all.

He was just as everyone expected, smooth sailing, big hits.

As expected by the agent, he won the most popular award.

Lu Qian came to the stage to accept the award, smiled, and addressed the audience and the camera in a decent manner. He said that he was very happy to receive this award. He said that he had to thank many people along the way, including his parents, fans, and seniors.

At the end, he thought in his heart that he would also like to thank He Peng.

***

After the awards ceremony, Lu Qian went out.

The heating was turned on in the hall, and he didn't feel cold even though he was wearing a thin shirt and suit. After he walked out, he shivered suddenly, and the cold wind penetrated his bare neck.

Lu Qian stomped his feet on the spot, looked around outside, then lowered his head and walked towards the commercial vehicle in the corner.

Without raising his head, he deftly opened the door and walked in.

"Let's go back to Lao Bai's house." Lu Qian said.Lao Bai is his manager.

After he finished speaking, he realized that the air was so quiet that it seemed to freeze. When he looked up, he saw a woman in the co-pilot staring at him in surprise.

a little familiar...

Lu Qian frowned, when did you change staff?

He paused: "...Where's Lao Bai?"

"Ah?" The woman said, "We don't have Lao Bai here... Are you looking for Mr. He?"

The special assistant was stunned. She knew that Lu Qian had been with Mr. He in high school, but the two seemed to have lost contact after he became popular. She always thought that the two had broken up. Can hit this kind of thing.

Lu Qian was also confused by her answer, which Mr. He?He Peng?

Wait a minute, this person... seems to be He Peng's assistant.

With 1 fucks in his heart, Lu Qian stood up quickly, and even hit the roof of the car in embarrassment. With a "bang", Lu Qian's entire face wrinkled together.

"...It's okay, Mr. He should be coming soon."

Lu Qian: "..."

He was so anxious that he didn't even know where to go, he couldn't even think of a reason, he just wanted to leave quickly.

Then he opened the car door with a swipe and saw He Peng standing at the door just stretching out his hand. Because Lu Qian was slightly bent over on the roof of the car, He Peng was standing outside the car. Their eyes met like this, and there was no way out.

He Peng was completely stunned when he suddenly met this ex-boyfriend who was thinking about him day and night, and asked after a while, "...Why are you here?"

Lu Qian was helpless, and lowered his gaze: "I thought it was to pick up my car, but I got in the wrong car."

"Going home, by the way, I'll take you back." He Peng said.

"No, I'll go to my manager's house." Lu Qian suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that he chose to live in Lao Bai's house.

"It's okay, I'll see you off." He Peng still insisted, "It's too cold outside, so stop running around."

"……Eh!"

Just as Lu Qian was about to refuse, He Peng pinched his shoulders and pushed him into the car, so the words he was about to speak suddenly changed into a series of dazed and flustered breaths, and he didn't realize until he sat down in the car .

It's so useless, Lu Qian thought to himself, raised his hand and touched his nose in embarrassment.

"Turn up the temperature." He Peng said.

"Ah, good." The special assistant responded.

Lu Qian subconsciously curled his cold fingertips.

"Where is your manager's house?" He Peng asked him.

Lu Qian reported a place name.

The car fell silent for a while, and the heater kept pouring out, which quickly warmed the car. Lu Qian felt that his body, which had been numb from the cold just now, was gradually recovering.

He clicked on his phone and found the agent's dialogue box.

[What about the car? 】

[It's just in front of the exhibition hall, a dozen steps away, why haven't you come out yet, no one is there. 】

[You go first, I'll go straight to your house. 】

【? ? ? ? ? 】

After two or three sentences, Lu Qian turned his head out of the window.

A small light was on on the roof of the commercial vehicle, illuminating Lu Qian's profile in a dark and distinct manner.

The scenery outside the window flies by, the street lamps and the rear headlights form a continuous straight line, the starry sky in the winter night is not very bright, whether it is haze or fog, it is always unclear.

Lu Qian sighed from the bottom of his heart, and his eyes quickly fell uncontrollably on He Peng's reflection on the glass.

He half-closed his eyes, looking tired, with a shallow furrow between his brows.

Lu Qian stretched out his hand involuntarily, and his fingertips fell on He Peng's eyebrows on the reflection. He wanted to flatten the ravine, and stroked it lightly.

He was so engrossed in watching that when He Peng looked at him, he didn't have time to look back in time.

Their eyes met on the mirror, and Lu Qian's fingers were still ambiguously placed on the reflection on the glass. He jerked his hand away like an electric shock, and slammed on the car door.

"Hiss." Lu Qian frowned.

Then He Peng's chuckle came from next to his ear.

Lu Qian lowered his head in frustration, not daring to look at He Peng again.

"Going back for Chinese New Year?" He Peng asked him.

"Back."

Lu Qian opened his mouth, but found that his voice was so hoarse that he couldn't make a sound, only a weak breath sound.

He Peng was also stunned when he heard his voice, and turned his head to look over: "What's wrong with your throat."

Lu Qian coughed a few times, opened his mouth again, but still couldn't make a sound, so he looked at He Peng blankly, expressing that he didn't know.

"Lu Qian, try talking."

"...What are you talking about." It was still the same breathy voice, but it became a sharp and hoarse voice as soon as he exerted force.

Lu Qian thought it was very unpleasant, so He Peng kept his mouth shut and refused to say anything after He Peng asked him to talk.

"Mr. He, do you want to go to the hospital?" the special assistant asked.

He Peng glanced at Lu Qian, who shook his head.

"In case there is any unexpected problem, you still have to film, so go there." He Peng's voice was soft and slow, coaxing.

Lu Qian felt his throat, it didn't seem to hurt that much, he shouldn't be dumb like this, maybe it was because of some other sudden reason, he agreed after a few seconds of hesitation.

"Is it tired from work recently?" He Peng asked.

Some time ago, Lu Qian was indeed so busy that he couldn't breathe. He was so tired that he was finally free these two days.

"Maybe." Lu Qian said softly.

"Does your throat hurt?"

Lu Qian didn't want to talk to He Peng anymore. Whenever he talked to him in such a caring tone, Lu Qian felt uncomfortable. He took out the memo on his mobile phone and typed it to him: I can't speak, and I can't answer your question.

He Peng came over to take a look, so Lu Qian smelled the familiar smell on him again.

"Just nod and shake your head." He Peng said, because of Lu Qian's relaxed attitude, his tone was slightly smiling.

Lu Qian looked at He Peng and listened to his voice.

Then he looked away almost in embarrassment, and didn't answer anything. His eyelashes were very long, and he blinked quickly, trying to take back the burning heat in his eyes.

Seeing Lu Qian's expression, He Peng couldn't help holding his breath for a moment, then sighed resignedly, and sat next to Lu Qian.

As soon as he sat down, Lu Qian trembled involuntarily.

He Peng put his hand on Lu Qian's, coaxed him and said softly: "It's okay, Lu Qian, it's all over, we used to be like that, if you're not happy we won't be like that, no matter what, brother is here .”

The vehicle was speeding on the road, the female announcer's gentle and soft voice on the car radio, and the temperature from He Peng's hand was continuously transmitted to Lu Qian's body through the flesh.

He suddenly raised his hand to cover his face, and clenched his teeth to block the choking in his throat.

He felt deeper and deeper guilt and grievance in He Peng's tenderness.

He wanted to say, no, the happiest time in my life is when I am with you, I am not happy at all now, I always drink, get drunk and vomit in the toilet, all I think is you.

He wanted to say, what you see is me who continues to be heartless in front of the camera, but I always cry like a bitch at night, whenever I think of you, I cry when I think of how good we used to be .

He Peng took him into his arms, and patted his shoulder lightly with his fingers, comforting him silently.

It was a pure brother hugging his younger brother. The driver and assistant were in front. He Peng patted Lu Qian on the shoulder, and his lips were straightened.

Lu Qian finally couldn't help crying, but because he couldn't make a sound from his throat, he cried very quietly, and tears continued to flow out in strings.

He Peng wanted to wipe his tears for him, but there was no reason, so he could only quietly take out two pieces of paper and hand them to him.

Lu Qian clutched the tissue tightly, pressing his eyes tightly with his palms, and tears slid down his fingers and palm lines. He was surrounded by the heavy rain, and the apex of his heart was wet.

He opened his mouth, talking vaguely.

He Peng couldn't hear clearly, so he bent his back and moved closer to him, only then could he hear Lu Qian's intermittent words.

He kept talking.

"I'm sorry, brother", "I'm sorry"...

***

"There's nothing wrong with my throat. Long-term fatigue is also due to this aspect. The main reason is that I was stimulated and reacted to stress. Has the young man encountered anything or someone recently?"

Lu Qian sat in front of the doctor, and He Peng stood behind him, feeling a little embarrassed after hearing what the doctor said.

They all knew in their hearts that Lu Qian's stress response was He Peng.

Lu Qian was helpless, he couldn't speak, so he nudged He Peng behind him with his elbow and asked him to answer.

"Well, it should be the stimulated relationship. Do I need to prescribe any medicine?"

"It needs to be adjusted by yourself when you are stimulated. You don't need to prescribe medicine, but I think he is also a little bit angry. Give me a tablet to relieve the fire."

"Well, okay, thank you doctor." He Peng said.

After dispensing the medicine, Lu Qian followed He Peng with his head down silently, wearing a hat and mask.

There were a lot of people in the hospital, and the two were afraid of being recognized, so neither of them spoke, and walked towards the parking lot without stopping.

When he walked to the door, He Peng took off his coat and put it on Lu Qian. Lu Qian paused and looked at him with red eyes.

"Put it on, now you are a wounded patient, don't catch a cold again."

Lu Qian tightened his clothes silently, and walked out silently.

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