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"So he really let that fan live in his house?..."

Ever since bumping into Song Xinshu head-on in the studio hall, manager Cancheng never showed a kind expression on his face.He originally had a baby face, and even though he was over thirty, when he got angry, people always felt that he was joking.He couldn't offend Song Xinheng, but when he met his cousin who was a driver, Cancheng lost a lot of scruples, thinking sullenly about how this happened.

"Almost everyone should be asleep at this point." Waiting for Song Xinheng, who was recording a talk show overnight in the lounge, the two watched the hands of the clock ticking away with their own thoughts. It took a long time before they heard Can Cheng Chang sighed.

"Do you think he knows what he's doing...Really, what the hell is this?"

Song Xinshu didn't respond, it's still working time, sitting here can't speak ill of his cousin openly.But from a personal point of view, he also felt that Song Xinheng had done something that was difficult to explain with common sense, so he could only pat Chancheng on the shoulder comfortingly.

Why was he voted by fans last month as "the most clean and self-loving idol with no scandals on the whole network", taking advantage of the cheating and divorce incidents of several male stars in the circle to attract a wave of female fans, seeing the momentum is fierce and can impact No one expected that Song Xinheng would say that he was going to get married soon on the stage of the live broadcast of the carnival.

Song Xinheng, who was at his best age as an idol, suddenly climbed to the clouds, and with his frank and astonishing words regardless of the consequences, was pushed to the cusp amidst the cries of fans, and he became a fan of black fans Human target.

The number of nearly [-] million fans on the homepage of Weibo is plummeting every day, and every time Chancheng refreshes, his hands shake uncontrollably.

I made the worst mistake as an idol, and I don't know whether to say that he is pitiful or deserves it.

When it was almost two o'clock in the morning, the program was finally recorded.After showing a formulaic ending smile at the recent camera, Song Xinheng got up and saw Chancheng standing behind the camera. I don't know if it was an illusion, but today's manager seemed in a bad mood.

At first attracted by this person's aura, Chancheng had to admit that Song Xinheng's magnetic field is very powerful.Both men and women, even those who are not star-chasers, are easily attracted by his charm. With his healing smile and enviable figure, even if his professional ability is mediocre, he can stand in front of the camera as an idol as a matter of course Accepting the admiring and astonishing eyes of countless people.

Probably because of being together for too long, Chanseung has improved to the point where he can be alone with Song Xinheng in the elevator.

"I've worked hard today, and my private driver is already waiting below." Cancheng said this, with an unrecognizable tone, and skillfully took off the watch and necklace from himself that was enough for his several months' salary. Returning to the original owner Dai returned to Song Xinheng's body.On the contrary, Song Xinheng, who was too tired to speak, asked when he stretched out his hand: "You mean Xiaoshu? Isn't he not here today?"

While carefully buckling the metal watch strap, Chancheng suspected viciously that Song Xinheng didn't even know the person's name.

"The person picked you up early for you, and rushed over to ask if you want to take you to the company after delivery."

"I won't go to the company anymore. Didn't you say that there is no announcement tomorrow morning? I want to go home and sleep." Song Xinheng looked at the time, and this resting point is already commonplace for him: "The newly bought bed is a pity. I haven't slept a few times so far."

"You really want to talk to fans..." Cancheng couldn't continue, coughed: "At least you have to think about it..."

Knowing what Chancheng was worried about, Song Xinheng got off the elevator with him. He has been to this studio too many times, and he even has a perfect grasp of the monitoring position.The rest room is the safest, and the monitoring will be automatically turned off after zero point.When Cancheng was packing Song Xinheng's luggage in the room, he heard him say, "I know what you want to say, and they kept asking them during the interview just now."

"I'm not interested in him," Song Xinheng opened a can of drink: "Don't you think I'm really a fan?"

Facing this brazen look, no matter how good Chancheng's professionalism is, he couldn't help showing a sullen expression. He reached out and snatched the can from Song Xinheng's hand, and put it on the table with a bang: "Enough, don't drink it!" Now, idols are not eligible to drink, you don’t understand that. Don’t think I don’t know how many cans of carbonated drinks you’ve secretly drank under my nose recently!”

Having said that, Song Xinheng's appearance and figure in front of the camera have not been compromised even though he has been hurt by public opinion recently.After being yelled at by the always good-tempered manager, Song Xinheng also knew that the other party was making use of the problem, so he didn't care about it.

Cancheng didn't seem so excited anymore, after calming down, he let go of the hand holding the drink.

"Are you serious? You say you don't want a fan, but you think about marrying him all day long?"

Hearing the word "marriage", Song Xinheng's smile faltered, but only for a moment, and there was no more special reaction.

"The upper management of the company also told you before, even if you have done so many breaches of contract without telling the company, whether it is breaking the contract and having an underground relationship with someone, or secretly planning a wedding abroad, since it has not been exposed by the media, the company will Can you clean up the mess for me regardless of past suspicions, and be your idol with peace of mind, isn’t it? I really don’t understand why you want to do this.”

"You clearly know that the same-sex marriage law has not been issued for a long time, and the topic is at the most sensitive time. In the past three months after it was passed, how many protests by homophobic people have occurred, which is not enough to explain the current controversy. How big is it?"

"Aside from other things, you should know your position better than anyone else. It is obvious that you have mixed up with your ideal boyfriend until today. With so many girlfriend fans, you are able to qualify among so many good-looking and strong fresh meat. How do you do it? Dare to make such a statement casually?"

Song Xinheng didn't drink that can of drink anymore, he said: "I'm tired, let's not talk about this."

The content is the same after all, the more I listen to it, the more it looks like a rejection that was said in a roundabout way in my memory.

The dispute between the two came to an end, Song Xinheng put on his coat and decided to go home to rest.

On the way back, Song Xinshu drove quietly, seemingly not very interested in his brother's marriage.

"Thank you for waiting for me for so long, sleep here tonight, you can sleep well tomorrow, wake up and take me to the company in the afternoon."

It was also very late, and Song Xinshu didn't refuse anymore. After all, it wasn't the first time he stayed at his cousin's house.Before Song Xinheng spent a lot of money to buy a house in an area where every inch of land was expensive. After he got it, Song Xinheng lived in the huge villa. The entire second floor was full of guest rooms. As one of the few frequent customers, Song Xinshu had the ability to sleep in Any room of authority.

"Brother, what do you mean I don't have to drop you off tomorrow morning?" After getting an affirmative answer, Song Xinshu said again: "Then I will go to send Mr. Fang to work tomorrow morning, and he called me after ten o'clock to ask if he can go out tomorrow morning." Take the bus to work."

The high-end residential area where Song Xinheng lives has complete facilities and excellent confidentiality, but it is also relatively independent from the surrounding area. It is not far from here to the nearest bus station. You shouldn't act on your own.

The tired Song Xinheng straightened his body and asked, "Mr. Fang?...Which Mr. Fang are you sending?"

"It's the one you asked me to take over and sleep in your house."

Song Xinshu smiled and looked in the rearview mirror: "Yes, you should be very sleepy."

After a short period of confusion, Song Xinheng leaned back again, his shoulders sank due to relaxation.

That's it, he thought to himself, so the man who lives in the house...is his surname Fang?