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Unexpectedly, taking a bath can make Song Xinheng so angry, Fang Wei shrinks his shoulders, suspecting that this person will focus on himself in the next second.The cell phone that was thrown into the quilt was like a dead fish. After a click, it stopped moving. Fang Wei moved his eyes, but before he could clearly see what was on the lit screen, Song Xinheng, who was very angry, knelt on one knee. On the bed, I turned my phone over.

"Where's the red scarf you said you gave me last time?" Song Xinheng turned sideways: "It's the one I said looks good."

Fang Wei was stunned for a moment, even though Song Xinheng looked like he would hit someone if he said the wrong thing, he could only honestly give it away.In his concept, selling at that price is no different from giving away.But he didn't want Song Xinheng to sneer, as if he had caught some kind of braid, he pulled the clothes on the side of the bed and put them on one by one: "Are you short of money? You even want to sell that kind of thing?"

"It's not that there's a lack of money, it's that there's too much money, and you said it, they're all ugly, and you can't use them if you keep them..."

Obviously, he started to hate himself, and he had to find a good excuse to cover it up. Song Xinheng stared at this man who was three years older than him in anger. Think about the problem from another angle.There is nothing new about that face, but as long as you think about the expressions on this face, it is not impossible.

This guy will regret it sooner or later. Facing this man who broke his oath, Song Xinheng really wants to see him deflated.

Leaving aside the vows at the time of marriage, Fang Wei confessed to him in a vest, and the number of words can make up a Mary Su novel.Even if Song Xinheng's cultural level is not high, some difficult characters cannot be read, and some difficult words will be confusing, but the core of loving him is still understandable.How sweet the words were at that time, how embarrassing the reality is now, who made Fang Wei a hypocritical and reckless man.

That person will regret it sooner or later and buy it back from himself.

He is so poor, maybe he won't even be able to pay the difference.

Fang Wei is his fan no matter what, and the reason for this change can only be explained by the distance. The young couples in long-distance relationships in TV dramas are at odds with each other every now and then. Song Xinheng thinks so, and also feels that sitting on the bed Fang Wei is not so hideous.Song Xinheng, who regained his sanity a little and began to think about repairing the relationship between the two, asked Fang Wei what he would like to eat in the morning.

Even if you say that Song Xinheng doesn't know how to make breakfast, if you go out to buy it, then don't even think about it.

"You can eat whatever you want." After saying such familiar and beautiful words, Fang Wei could only cooperate with him to put aside the farce in the morning and said that he wanted to eat something light.When he came out of the bathroom, Song Xinheng had already gone to the living room. Just as Fang Wei was twitching his nose and wondering where the breakfast was, the doorbell rang suddenly. Through the railing on the second floor, Song Xinheng went to pick up the takeaway in person.

I knew it would be like this, a dozen dishes spread out on a table, Fang Wei scanned them, and they were all Song Xinheng's favorites.

Song Xinheng's standard is different from his, as long as it is not very spicy, it is considered light, and he thoughtfully put a flower roll for Fang Wei.Fang Wei picked it up, and when he thought about being raped by Song Xinheng not long ago, he felt bitter.He didn't take a sip of the high-quality tofu nao served in a porcelain bowl, but when he glanced at the man's sexy lips with oiled hair, he thought that Song Xinheng must have never been fucked by anyone.

"Let's make up, it's just the two of us in the family, and it's not suitable for such a big person to quarrel." Watching Fang Wei drink the purple potato porridge he bought, Song Xinheng took the initiative to boost morale: "How much time did I spend?" Tiangong didn't come here to quarrel with you."

He knew that Fang Wei liked himself the most. If he stayed with him for a few more days, that person who always had no sense of existence might be very happy.

So why come back?Originally thinking that Song Xinheng would not be able to stay for long, Fang Wei froze while scooping up the purple potato porridge, only to realize that he was not used to being alone at home with this person. Song Xinheng wiped his mouth: "This is my home, of course it is for rest."

In fact, it was because Fang Wei didn't look at him, but to be honest, I always felt that I would lose face.

"If you take a few more days off, won't it affect your work?" Fang Wei, who was like a mute all morning, seemed to be a little interested in talking about work. Song Xinheng thought to himself that he finally found a topic, and said, "It's okay, it will be very late later. Great, you can shoot alone."

I understood the solo filming he was referring to. In fact, he handed over the rival scene to a stand-in for filming, and he himself needed to provide the material for the cutout part.Fang Wei put down the bowl silently, looked at Song Xinheng's face of course, and felt the coolness of the small bench slipping down his spine into his heart. He remembered that at a concert a long time ago, Song Xinheng was revealed by other fans to have sang off the microphone.

There were only a few songs in dispute, and after they were uploaded to the Internet from the pen-hold shooting scene, there was an uproar.I didn't even say a word, but the fans have been tearing it up for two weeks. It's both technical and anti-mafia teams. Let's not mention the unlimited abuse. Under tremendous pressure, I protect the calf and the anxious fans They suddenly had the upper hand, half of the blame was blamed on the scene, and half of the responsibility was passed on to the gangsters.

Fang Wei remembers clearly the matter of staying up all night writing clarifications, and what impressed him even more was the fact that several fans who were brutally abused by the Internet were still rational in the face of filthy words that insulted him, but when it came to Song Xinheng himself, he jumped And the counterattack at the beginning, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is like a mad dog.But obviously no one knows what the truth is, so where does the confidence to defend to the end come from?

"Aren't you worried?" Fang Wei raised his eyes and met Song Xinheng's eyes: "So many fans are waiting for you to appear on the show, and the attention is already very high. It is still a special period. If there are too many cutout scenes, Have you considered the comments that have been broadcast?"

In fact, it is not a question of whether to consider or not, but whether it is necessary to consider.Knowing that Fang Wei would think about these things for himself, Song Xinheng's mood improved, and a smile rose from the corner of his mouth: "This is not something I should consider. I am a trafficker, not an actor."

"Whether it's black or boastful, what they want is my popularity, it's just a cutout, everyone is like this."

For a completely negative answer, even if he knew that Song Xinheng was telling the truth, Fang Wei still couldn't help but feel disappointed by the reality.

Whether it's lip-syncing or cutouts, what the market needs most are genuine fans.Song Xinheng himself has never deliberately sold character designs, but as long as he restrains his temper a little in front of the camera, his ability to lock fans cannot be underestimated.Fang Wei was locked up for eight years, and watched him walk step by step. He closely followed every stage of this person, thinking he knew it well, but found that he didn't understand it at all.

He is neither a qualified fan nor a qualified lover, and now he is not even a qualified passer-by.

Fang Wei didn't speak, and Song Xinheng assumed that he accepted his answer smoothly.At the end of breakfast, it was almost lunch time, Fang Wei got up, rolled up his sleeves to pack those things.But he didn't want to roll up his sleeves halfway. Song Xinheng reached out and clasped his wrists, and helped Fang Wei carefully roll up his sleeves higher as before the injection. The bruises that appeared last time could not be seen without careful attention.

He had noticed it before, but he was afraid that Fang Wei would lose face, so he didn't want to admit that he fell on the road.Putting down Fang Wei's trouser legs expressionlessly, he did housework for the first time. Under Fang Wei's gaze, his movements were stiff and awkward.

Sure enough, there is nothing more unreliable than love at first sight, Fang Wei thought, this man really has no merits except his face.

Selfish and self-willed, with no sense of responsibility, not dedicated to emotions, and only uses that face to confuse others.

But even such a man, he is not worthy, nothing makes Fang Wei feel more frustrated than this fact.