Bai Yueguang, who is a scumbag man, got fucked [entertainment circle]

The whole matter was complicated and confusing. Netizens hadn't digested the melon that Geng Lu appeared at the scene of Gu Jiao's mother's discharge from the hospital. The old mediation variety show "Talking Love" broadcast on Putuo Satellite TV announced that this week's live broadcast of Gu Jiao's father , Gu Ziming will personally tell about the changes in the relationship with his son over the past ten years, as well as his bitter heart journey after the Cold War.

The popularity of this hand is really wonderful, and the entries of several turning points after the black material broke out are all related to the name of the variety show.Obviously, the program group is very clear about where to start with online marketing.

The number of fans of "Talking Love" skyrocketed in an instant, and they squatted on the front line waiting to eat fresh melons first-hand.

[Are you really going to fight?Excited]

[Modo, more melons]

[Who do you think is more reasonable? ]

[gujiao]

[Then I still think his father. ]

[Why can't there be problems on both sides? ]

[Will it be the second Wan Yi? ]

[Wan Yi has been dragged down by the best relatives, what a pity. ]

[It is reasonable to speculate that after his parents divorced, Gu Jiao rarely saw his father. ]

Netizens don't think it's a big deal to watch the excitement, and this variety show is even more popular, and even personally sent an email to invite Gu Jiao to be on the show with Gu Ziming on the same stage.

Gu Jiao ignored it.

As the end of the year approached, he became more and more busy, with rehearsals for the party, interviews, magazines... There was no time for him to deal with Gu Ziming in person.

In the last issue of "Song of Nature", Gu Jiao and Mu Zisui sang an original song and donated all the sales of the single to charity projects.In almost half a year, three non-profit special schools were built in different schools one after another.

The public welfare foundation invited Gu Jiao, Mu Zisui, and the staff of the program team to attend the ribbon-cutting ceremony of the school in Linjiang.

As soon as this news came out, it brought back the memories of netizens.

[It turns out that Gu Jiao has also done charity work]

[Awesome, it is really inconvenient for poor special children]

[It's just a requirement of the show, some fans really liked it]

[The program team did not require singers to record songs at their own expense]

[Stop arguing, at least he has donated to three schools, how many have you donated? ]

[What the camera sees may not be real]

[Anyway, there is nothing black about this]

[What should I do if I look forward to the variety show confrontation more and more!I have thought about the problem, his father asked, you have money to do charity, why don't you give it to me and let me starve and freeze! ? ]

Gu Jiao had just finished rehearsing for the show and was chatting with Mu Zisui backstage.

"There are many small patterns on the teleprompter for rehearsal. After looking at it for a while, I don't know why, but I really want to eat ginger milk, so I asked Miss He to buy it."

"Are you a little greedy cat?"

"No! You should drink ginger milk in winter. It's sweet and spicy. Don't seniors like it?"

"I haven't drank."

"Miss Xiao He brought a thermos to buy, and I'll save a little for you to drink."

"Okay, come back soon. I miss you."

Hearing the noise at the door, Gu Jiao raised his head without any precautions, and when he saw the person clearly, he immediately suppressed his smile.

He didn't expect to meet Qi Heng again.

Qi Heng stared at him steadily and did not speak for a long time.

It's been a long time since I saw Gu Jiao, his eyes were greedy and cautious.

Qi Heng's madness on the night of the accident was like a hallucination, and all of it disappeared at this moment, leaving only the deepness that Gu Jiao is most familiar with remaining on his face.

Assistant Xiao He went out to buy milk tea for him, Gu Jiao was alone in the room facing Qi Heng.

The words of laughing with the senior stuck in his throat, Gu Jiao unconsciously squeezed the phone tightly and pressed the end button.

"What's up?"

Sitting on the sofa, he asked Qi Heng in a nonchalant manner as if he were facing a stranger.

There was even a hint of boredom in his tone.

"I... come to see you," Qi Heng walked in two steps, and seemed to have a thousand words to say, but in the end he just said his name slowly: "Gu Jiao."

Every time he took a step forward, the guarded look on Gu Jiao's face became more and more serious.

The more guarded he was, the more pain Qi Hengxin felt.

He hasn't looked at Gu Jiao so closely for a long time.

Gu Jiao is alive and breathing.Missing, admiration, and inexplicable sorrow and sorrow flooded in like a tide, almost drowning him.

"Interesting?" Gu Jiao's voice was cold and indifferent, shattering Qi Heng's fleeting fantasy: "I don't want to see you, you can go."

"I..." Qi Heng's Adam's apple twitched, and he stared blankly at the person in front of him, "I'll go, let me finish my sentence, okay?"

It was the first time that Gu Jiao heard Qi Heng say something close to a request, and he neither agreed nor refused. He was silent for a moment, and urged Xiao He to come back quickly on his mobile phone.

He was worried that Qi Heng was not normal again.

Qi Heng said, "Is it really impossible for us?"

Gu Jiao's fingers stopped for a moment, only thinking it was funny.He raised his eyes to mock Qi Heng's daydreaming, but he happened to see this man's extremely humble expression.

"I love you, I don't want to lose you..." Qi Heng's eyes were dark red, he stepped forward to hug Gu Jiao, and murmured in a low voice: "Everything he does for you, I can also learn, Even better than him. Take a look at me and choose me, okay?"

Something warm fell into his collar.Gu Jiao was wrapped in an annoying smell of tobacco, and Qi Heng was crying when he realized it.

How fresh, people like Qi Heng also have tears.

"Stay away from me," Gu Jiao pushed Qi Heng away, frowning and emphasized: "My boyfriend doesn't like me getting too close to others."

No matter how much Gu Jiao resisted Qi Heng, it couldn't compare to the pain of the words "my boyfriend".

"The milk tea has been bought, let's pack up and prepare to go back—" Xiao He's voice came in before he came in.

She rushed in in a hurry, and as expected, she saw the "trouble" that Gu Jiao said on WeChat in the room, but pretended not to know: "Huh? Does Xiao Gu still have work to do?"

"No, it's hard work, Miss He, let's go." Gu Jiao had already packed his things, he took the milk tea, and followed Xiao He who was in charge of carrying the bag, ready to leave.

He regards Qi Heng as air, and has been stingy with giving even half of his eyes since Xiao He came in.

It's just that Qi Heng grabbed Gu Jiao and refused to let him go.

"I'm not trying to embarrass you," Qi Heng said, "I'm here to give you something." He placed three stars made of colored paper in Gu Jiao's palm.

After Gu Jiao and Mu Zisui fell in love, it was inevitable that they would post all kinds of stars on Weibo and Moments.Star pillows, copper coins with stars engraved on them, star wool blankets from Christmas, and even star-shaped eggs that Mu Zisui fried for him by accident.

Qi Heng didn't understand, he just thought that Gu Jiao liked this.Therefore, I deliberately learned the folding method of the bulging, cute and full stars, and sealed the mood of his few pages of letters.It was the first time in his life that he did this kind of manual work, and the stars were stacked in an asymmetrical and cute way.

"I do not want."

"It contains what I want to say to you, you... have a look." Qi Heng's tone was almost begging.

In order to escape, Gu Jiao went out holding the paper star.

He nodded casually in the car.

[Gu Jiao.

If the human soul has color, then mine must be pale.On the pale soul, only your name.

[…]

Who is Qi Heng trying to be hypocritical for?

Gu Jiao laughed inwardly, pressed down the car window and threw these playthings out.

He is not a child, such a childish thing, unless Mu Zisui coaxes it, Gu Jiao will smile.

The three paper stars rolled around in the wind, fell to the ground, and were quickly crushed by the passing tires.

No matter what kind of characters it is, it is all pasted into one piece, and the corners are even turned into powder.

The author has something to say: Jiao Zai said it was too cold, the towel knitted by the author's mother was a bit short, so he could only come out to play for a while