heart arsonist

On the last night before returning to China, Fang Wei couldn't sleep for a long time after having fun.

Different from the expected honeymoon, not only did he not have any expected progress with his idol, but he and Zhou Xiaohui were inseparable from each other.After both of them took a shower, Zhou Xiaohui turned on his laptop and sorted out the pictures that hadn't been posted on the official website before.Fang Wei leaned over to him, and while stroking Zhou Xiaohui's hair with his fingers, he looked at Yan Baifeng on the computer screen.

"It's amazing... There are hundreds of G Yan Baifeng in the computer." Because Fang Wei wanted to see it, Zhou Xiaohui pulled out all the computer's inventory, and arranged the folders in chronological order. The earliest can be traced back to six or seven years ago. In the photo, Yan Baifeng who just debuted is still very young.Because these are extremely precious video data, Zhou Xiaohui still has a bunch of hard drives for backup at home.

He released the mouse and looked at Fang Wei: "After all, I am not a fan. Although I have taken so many photos, these are daily tasks."

Zhou Xiaohui graduated from the best media university in the country, majoring in photography.If it wasn't because he went to school with Yan Baifeng's money, and it wasn't because Zhou Xiaohui was thinking about who changed his own destiny when he was successful in his studies, he wouldn't be following Yan Baifeng all day like now, taking pictures of behind-the-scenes scenes. While taking pictures of the vast mountains and rivers and the sea.

"This job is pretty good. It's stable and the salary is good." He dug out those unofficial photos. Although the quality is slightly worse than the official blog, there are plenty of people who want it: "Just sell these Go, each one can be exchanged for my food expenses for a day."

Someone will always pay for these things, and Fang Wei, who often buys photos from Ms. Zhan, silently envies Zhou Xiaohui.

"If you go back to China, do you have any plans for the next step?" Zhou Xiaohui asked, "Do you want to have a good talk with him?"

As early as in the afternoon, Zhou Xiaohui received a phone call from Yan Baifeng, saying that his manager would send someone to the airport to pick him up on time tomorrow, so that Zhou Xiaohui would not go home privately.During the call, Fang Wei was sitting next to him. Although he found it unbelievable that Yan Baifeng even took care of such a thing, he thought dejectedly that he might be a reunited idol who might have forgotten his existence long ago.

"You probably hate me. After all, I'm a fan who can't control himself... agreeing to get married or something."

There was no possibility in the first place, so there is no reason why such a relationship with Fang Wei's one-way satisfaction can last for a long time.

"Are you going to propose to him to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to go through the formalities again? Or, if he says so, you will think about agreeing."

"I don't know." Fang Wei sighed, and picked the pillow: "Maybe what he said, I will do it anyway..."

I was being led by the nose... Zhou Xiaohui was thinking about this when Fang Wei's phone rang.

Since it wasn't from Chancheng, it's wishful thinking to say it was from Song Xinheng.Fang Wei picked up the phone, and the caller was Du Chenghong. From the previous reports, he roughly inferred the time of Fang Wei's return, and specifically asked about the time and number of the flight he took.

"Is there a friend coming to pick you up?" Zhou Xiaohui smiled: "There are still people thinking about you, let's talk about the rest when we go back."

He didn't receive a call from Chancheng for a week, and Song Xinheng knew without guessing that no one came forward to accuse him of his evil deeds.

Fang Wei's cowardly little appearance appeared in front of his eyes. No matter what he said, he always seemed to be able to complete it well. It was like this when he received the certificate, and he was still like this during the wedding, even before he ran away.In order not to let Cancheng know how he spent his honeymoon this week, Song Xinheng planned to meet Fang Wei's people before Cancheng took over Fang Wei.

As long as that guy said that he came back with him, he should be able to save a lot of trouble.At the same time, it also meant that he had to go to the airport by tomorrow night.While staring at the opposite window, Song Xinheng imagined the scene where he would meet Wink tonight.The lights on the floors of the studio went out one by one as time went by, Song Xinheng raised his head lightly, and drank the coffee in his cup in one gulp.

When he walked out of the building as usual, Wink, who was fully armed, noticed the acquaintance across the street at a glance.

Although that guy was like himself, pretending to hide himself in the night, but from his body shape to his standing posture, from Wink's point of view, he was Song Xinheng himself.After looking at each other for a brief moment, Wink turned around and walked straight down the street towards home.

Halfway through the call to order supper, Wink tucks the phone back into his pocket and picks up the pace.

Seeing Wink's intentionally ignoring attitude, the man followed behind him neither in a hurry nor annoyed.The closer you are to home, the more patient you are. When Wink was looking for the key, the person who approached from behind inserted the key into the lock first.

Wink sighed, instead of turning the doorknob, he turned around and took off the mask that hid most of his face.

"If you are here to return the keys, return the remaining few at once." He dialed a bunch of keys hanging on the door and found the remaining ones: "I don't know if you have No match, if not, please take these down and give them to me."

The face that I think about day and night is close at hand, but no matter how Song Xinheng looks at it, there is no sign of being surprised by his appearance.

"Oh, I thought you would ask me why..." Song Xinheng said halfway through, he took off his sunglasses, which was difficult to see in the dim light, and gained confidence because of the brightened environment: "Forget it... this is not Wherever you talk, go in and talk."

Being in the same room with an ex-boyfriend is a very dangerous thing no matter how you think about it, even if Song Xinheng's hands are on the handles.The next moment, Wink, who was awake, immediately stopped the hand trying to push the door: "This is my home, I won't allow you to go in so late."

The two hands on the doorknob overlapped, but the atmosphere was not suitable for Song Xinheng to have the illusion of holding hands again.

"You used to talk to me like this before. To be honest, I have been with you for so long, and I can't tell which sentence is true and which is false..." Song Xinheng, who was rejected, withdrew his hand and frowned slightly: "Don't be angry, If you don't like it, I won't come into your house."

It was rare for Wink to see Song Xinheng who was so easy to talk to. He originally wanted to open the door and go in, but he took his hand back.He pulled out the key, and under Song Xinheng's gaze, he unscrewed the key from the keychain, put it in his pocket, and twisted the other one.

"Although you can't enter the house, you can talk here." He lowered his head: "What can I do for you?"

"You know about my marriage, right? You know the time and place..." Although Wink's attitude was very indifferent, Song Xinheng still had the last hope that the other party was trying to be brave: "You clearly knew that that place was prepared for you alone Yes. Aren't you joking about breaking up with me? I've waited until the end, why didn't you come and tell me that you were making trouble? "

"Or even if I've been in love for so many years, who I will marry is not something you care about at all?"

Wink was silent. After removing the last key, he raised his head and looked at Song Xinheng calmly.

"Do you know what you're talking about?" He stretched out his hand and pulled Song Xinheng's hands as usual. After a simple inspection, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and motioned Song Xinheng to look at his fingers: "Although it shouldn't be Let me ask, where did the wedding ring go?"

"That's not a wedding ring, and it's just for showing you. It doesn't work, and it's useless to keep it."

"Does it work? So in your eyes, the function of wearing a wedding ring is to let me appear at the wedding scene, and then let me say that it was my fault for not agreeing to the proposal and breaking up with you, and then what? Change the wedding ceremony on the spot? Or should I just pull you away from marriage?" Wink laughed as he spoke, "Did you ever ask the person you're marrying for his opinion when you're planning this while wearing the ring?"

Before Song Xinheng had time to deny it, Wink's indifferent eyes made him feel an irrefutable tension.

"Put the ring back on. Although I shouldn't say it, don't be so self-righteous in the future."