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"I haven't been in touch with us very much recently, don't you plan to go home?" A lazy voice came from the other end of the phone: "If you are really busy at work, let's go to see you next weekend, aren't you Said that you want to eat the dishes I cook after a while?"

Unlike anchors who often appear on TV, Fang Wei's other father is an expert in the financial industry. He is very good at collecting market trends and analyzing big data, and his ability to attract money cannot be underestimated.After knowing that Fang Wei has a tendency to burn money for star chasing, although he is not very happy, he still transfers some stock funds to Fang Wei to subsidize the expensive travel expenses and support expenses.

"So it's still inconvenient to see us." He sighed: "We haven't seen you for so long, and we miss you very much."

Maybe it's because I have a date that I can't spare my background. With this kind of thinking in mind, the topic naturally comes back to chasing stars.

"Is the money on hand still enough recently? Is it still the original one? Speaking of which, that person seems to have a lot of news recently."

"I don't object to you chasing stars, but after chasing for so long, I wonder if I would consider changing to someone else?"

Although everyone has different preferences, since Fang Wei liked Song Xinheng back then, this parent has not had a good impression of this idol.

If you really want to find a reason, it is probably because this person always gives the impression of a late-stage schizophrenia patient.

I always feel that a scandal will break out one day, and some extreme personality will be exposed from under the gleaming appearance.

Fang Wei also knew this, vaguely said that he would think about it, and hung up the phone with a smile.

In the eyes of his family, Song Xinheng doesn't even have credibility, let alone a person worthy of entrustment for life.

At nine o'clock on Sunday night, Song Xinshu went out to the airport to pick up Song Xinheng.Fang Wei also followed, and sat in the back seat obediently maintaining a posture from beginning to end.

Song Xinheng originally wanted to sit in the back row, but when he opened the door and saw Fang Wei huddled inside, he went to the co-pilot silently.On the contrary, the agent seemed easy to get along with, and even took the initiative to say hello to Fang Wei after sitting in the back row.

I thought it would look a little bit like Wink, but after seeing the real person, I had to admit that I couldn't find any resemblance at all.

Even if they could only meet secretly, Wink had never looked so uneasy when sitting in this position.

Maybe it was because Song Xinheng was also sitting in the back row at those times, Chancheng thought and fastened his seat belt.

"Someone should tell you the next arrangement." Even in the car, Chancheng was not idle, took out the planned schedule and confirmed the details with Fang Wei: "You will be very busy tomorrow, and you will go to civil affairs in the morning Bureau registration, there will be a press conference in the afternoon."

Fang Wei knew about this reception, which was what Song Xinheng promised in front of the media more than half a month ago, and Fang Wei also marked this date on his own calendar.At this press conference, according to Song Xinheng, he will disclose his marriage partner.

Originally, he thought it would be announced first, and then registered later. Fang Wei felt a thump in his heart when he heard it, and only felt his chest burn.

"Because tomorrow is not a special date, it is estimated that there will not be too many people going to register. Song Xinheng has a special status, so he called the Civil Affairs Bureau and made an appointment in advance. You need to go through the procedures at this time, and then we will give You take a photo of the scene. Take a break, and at three o'clock in the afternoon, you will leave for the press conference."

In addition to disclosing their relationship, Cancheng also specially sent over the script of the two getting to know each other and falling in love last night so that Fang Wei can get acquainted.

The script is very magical. Fang Wei's role is not a fan of Song Xinheng, but a fan of Yan Baifeng who has a slight liking for Song Xinheng. When he was a logistics volunteer for the concert, he accidentally came into contact with Song Xinheng.Later, when they reunited a few years later, Song Xinheng met Fang Wei who was a volunteer again. The two met again and gradually developed into their current love relationship.

It's neither a fan nor an unspoken rule.

Volunteers, if that's how it turns out, it really couldn't be better.

"The ID card and household registration book are in Song Xinshu's place, right?" Cancheng confirmed, "The copies are also prepared."

"But I didn't prepare any photos..." Fang Wei lowered his head and whispered, "It seems that there are three more photos of the marriage certificate."

Except for Fang Wei who kindly reminded him and Song Xinheng who closed his eyes in the front row and rested his mind, the other two people in the car were stunned for a moment, presumably because they were not thoughtful enough, and there were inevitably negligence.

When everyone returned to the door of the house, Zhou Xiaohui, who received the news halfway, was already waiting at the door with his precious DSLR in his arms. Seeing Fang Wei through the car window, he waved at him in a good mood.

"I'm sorry, Brother Feng must be very unhappy to ask you to make a special trip at such a late hour."

"His work is not over yet, and there is no shortage of me there today, it doesn't matter." Having said that, Zhou Xiaohui, who entered the house, quickly found a background wall where he could take pictures, and professionally moved the floor lamp in the living room. To act as a lighting in the studio.The photographer's posture is very strong, but the expressions of the people framed in the same lens show a sense of stiffness in different directions.

Even if the chairs are side by side, Song Xinheng is unwilling to get closer, while Fang Wei dare not get closer.

"This is absolutely impossible..." Cancheng looked at these two people, and helplessly raised his forehead: "After all, tomorrow is the most critical time, and you guys have to make it public in front of the media. Now this state can really Can you pass the test smoothly? Look for yourself, there is a river in between, you don’t want to just ignore each other in front of so many cameras.”

Fang Wei became more nervous when he said that, Song Xinheng sighed, and sat down next to Fang Wei.

"Fang Wei put on a little more smile, and turn his head to the middle." Not as good as Song Xinheng, who has a professional fake smile on the line, Fang Wei realized that Song Xinheng's upper arm was right next to his shirt sleeve, and his whole arm was tense , the expression is naturally not much better.Following an expression that was so disturbed by the idol's magnetic field that he was almost crying, he managed to squeeze out a smile.

In fact, it's still very cute. With this in mind, Zhou Xiaohui tilted his head and asked him to look at the little yellow man under the camera.

"It's enough to show such a smile," he patiently distracted Fang Wei: "Look here."

Fans are always like this when they are excited, either they are so excited that they have no expression, or the corners of their mouths rise wildly, there is no intermediate state between the two.A row of minions under the camera looked stupid and cute, but Fang Wei's mind was full of Song Xinheng.

The lifelong pursuit of taking photos with idols is now easily achieved, but it is enough to bear.

It would have been fine if the corners of his mouth could have gone up wildly. He managed to catch Fang Wei's smile. Zhou Xiaohui immediately turned on the computer and made a simple color correction. Printing is complete.

In fact, it is quite right. Although Fang Wei is a bit ordinary, the two of them don't seem to be too out of harmony.When Fang Wei looked at the photo carefully, Song Xinheng, who had no interest, started a conversation with Zhou Xiaohui instead: "Why post such a thing?"

"I accidentally knocked off the paint last time, and it will look better when it is pasted up." In fact, Zhou Xiaohui has used this DSLR for several years personally, and the one for work is still at Yan Baifeng's manager. Looking at Zhou Xiaohui's latest laptop, As well as the printer that doesn't look cheap, Song Xinheng couldn't help but said: "If you knock it off, Yan Baifeng will definitely be willing to send you a new one."

In Song Xinheng's impression, the most Yan Baifeng said to Zhou Xiaohui was to buy you a new one.

When Zhou Xiaohui first came to the city, Yan Baifeng couldn't understand his hairstyle, and said to cut you a new one, but thought his clothes didn't fit well, so he said to buy you a new one. Later, when Zhou Xiaohui went to college, he saw what others had. Okay, Yan Baifeng also said that he would buy a new one for Zhou Xiaohui.

"The lens is fine," Zhou Xiaohui picked up a photo and showed it to Song Xinheng: "The shot is also very good."

In the eight years since his debut to the present, Song Xinheng has taken countless stills and portraits, but none are more disturbing than the ones in front of him.It was getting late, Song Xinshu drove Cancheng and Zhou Xiaohui back, not wanting to watch Fang Wei holding his breath in the living room packing up the things to bring tomorrow, Song Xinheng went back to the room early, feeling that the air upstairs was much fresher than downstairs.

After taking a shower, Song Xinheng, who was standing on the balcony, was in a better mood. Looking down, he saw that the lights in the room on the second floor were still on.

The brows that had been stretched just now were frowned again. What time is it? Doesn't he know that there will be many things tomorrow?

She was not cute in the first place, if she stayed up all night, how could the state of tomorrow be able to withstand so many shots.

It is indeed difficult for Fang Wei to fall asleep tonight. Although Song Xinheng's attitude towards him is still somewhat frustrating, as long as the word "marriage" is there, it is enough to make people's hearts flutter.Ritual emotions have no place to vent, Fang Wei turned on the computer, and expertly entered long paragraphs of copywriting on the keyboard to stabilize his mood, and the lines between the lines were full of deep and true emotions for Song Xinheng.

Xiaowei's copywriting is the most touching. People in the copywriting team said that all they see in Xiaowei's promotional articles are love.

But it is such a person who has published high-quality promotional copywriting in the support club, no matter how loud the voice is, he has never written about Song Xinheng's fanfiction. BG and BL rejected him equally, and asked him to knock Song Xinheng's CP. possible.

Deleting, deleting, and writing accumulated into a long speech, and just about to hit enter, the phone suddenly rang.

Fang Wei was taken aback, picked up the phone and glanced at it, and was shocked again because it was Song Xinheng calling.

"It's already 12:30."

The mood on the other end of the phone was not good.

"Turn off the lights and go to sleep!"