When Nancheng flowers bloom [entertainment circle]

The night wind is rustling, and the cold is blowing.

A pair of warm and strong hands hugged him, and a deep voice called him urgently with the sound of the wind: "Yu Cheng wake up...wake up..."

Yu Cheng slowly opened his eyes.

Under the warm yellow fog lights, a silhouette with frowning eyebrows gradually became clear in his pupils.

"Nanting..." Yu Cheng let out a very weak breath, but the outline disappeared before he finished speaking.

When Cheng woke up again, he was already lying on the bed in his own bedroom, a few birds chirping came from the garden downstairs, and the sky light sneaked out a little white through the gaps in the curtains, and sprinkled on the man's handsome face.

The man had already taken off his suit jacket, his arms with the cuffs of his shirt rolled up were propping his forehead, and he was leaning against the head of the bed to take a nap with his eyes closed.Just as Yu Cheng wanted to call him, he couldn't help "coughing".

Nan Ting was awakened by a slight coughing sound.

"Yu Cheng...!" Nan Ting suddenly leaned over to Yu Cheng, propped his hands on the pillow, saw Yu Cheng woke up, his hoarse voice picked out eager joy, "Thank God you finally woke up, are you hungry, thirsty?" Not thirsty, do you want to drink water, is there anything you want to eat, would you like porridge..."

Such a gentle Nan Ting eagerly asked Yu Cheng to swallow the words that came to his lips.He stared blankly at Nanting, recalling the conversation last night in his mind.

"I don't want to eat anything." Yu Cheng's faint words seemed weak.

Nan Ting nodded, pushed aside his bangs covering his eyes with one hand, and kissed him lightly on the forehead: "You take a rest, I'll call Fang Yan."

After a while, Fang Yan hurriedly opened the door with the medicine box, and seeing Yu Cheng sitting on the head of the bed, he hurriedly put down the medicine box to help him lie down.

"My little master, you've woken up. You have a fever every time you move your body. After a few days of fever, it came back to 40 degrees. Alas! Did you know that Mr. Nan was bitten by you again last night. "

The last time Yu Cheng saw Fang Yan was in Bihai Bay, but within a few days, his ability to talk about people has only increased.

"Fang Yan."

"Ok?"

"You just said... I bit Nanting?"

"Yeah, the bite was pretty hard."

Yu Cheng had no impression of this at all, and, "...Why did I bite him?"

"Because of an injection."

"Did you give me an injection? Where did you get the injection?" Yu Cheng's pupils shrank suddenly, and he subconsciously touched his buttocks, and he felt terrified just thinking about the needle.

"Don't touch that place, Mr. Nan won't let you hit it." Fang Yan took his temperature with an ear gun thermometer as he said, "It's your left arm that was slapped."

Yu Cheng rubbed his left arm again, probably due to psychological effects, but he still felt a dull pain in his arm.

Fang Yan continued: "I received a call from Mr. Nan last night and rushed to your house overnight. I met Mr. Nan in the courtyard and carried you into the house. At that moment, your face was flushed and your whole body was burning like coals, so I can only give you an injection, the effect will be quick."

Yu Cheng was puzzled: "But I'm burnt out and can still bite people?"

Fang Yan glanced at the body temperature display, heaved a sigh of relief, and said jokingly, "I really didn't expect you to be so afraid of pain that you could get up and bite someone even when you were dizzy."

"You...!" Yu Cheng was speechless for a moment.

At this time, Nan Ting pushed the door in with a bowl and asked, "Fang Yan, how is Yu Cheng?"

Fang Yan immediately put away the smile just now, and changed into a serious face and replied: "Mr. Nan, the young master's fever has subsided, and he will be fine after taking the medicine and taking a good rest."

Nan Ting nodded silently, keeping it in his heart, and asked: "Then can he eat now?"

Then he took the bowl and walked to the bed and sat down.

"Of course, it's all done." Fang Yan replied with a smirk, and then said wittily, "Mr. Nan, I'll wait in the next room, so I won't bother you two."

After Fang Yan finished speaking, he took the medicine box and left, and closed the door lightly when he left.

Seeing Yu Cheng looking at him quietly, Nan Ting put down the bowl, smiled softly and said, "What's the matter, you won't recognize your boyfriend after you wake up from sleep, huh?"

"I know." With neither salty nor bland words, Yu Cheng pursed his dry lips.

Unexpectedly, Nan Ting lowered his head and kissed him, the place where the tip of his tongue slipped became moist immediately.

Yu Cheng shrank back, tilted his head away from Nanting, and said lightly, "I'm still sick."

Even though the man was gentle to him in every possible way, he still felt a little shy just thinking about what he heard last night.

And Nan Ting was surprised by Cheng's reaction for a moment, and then it was fleeting: "Okay, then I will bully you again when you recover from illness, now get up and eat something, how about clear porridge?"

Yu Cheng took a deep breath, pulled up the quilt and turned his back to Nan Ting: "I don't have an appetite and don't want to eat."

"You haven't eaten all night, it's not good for your stomach. Eat some porridge to warm your stomach. I'll help you up." Nan Ting said to help Yu Cheng.

"I said I have no appetite and don't want to eat." Yu Cheng helped Nan Ting's hand away, closed his eyes and said, "I'll sleep a little longer, you can go."

Nan Ting paused, took the bowl on the bedside table, mixed the porridge with a spoon, brought it to Yu Cheng's mouth, and said softly: "Baby, get up and smell it, it's delicious, guess what is added to the porridge? what?"

Suddenly, a faint aroma of lavender mixed with fresh milk came to the nostrils, and Yu Cheng replied indifferently: "Lavender milk porridge."

Nan Ting smiled: "Well, your favorite, try to see if it tastes as good as yours."

Not to mention his favorite porridge, he wouldn't be in the mood to eat even a fish head with chopped peppers right now.

After a moment of silence, he finally couldn't help it, took a deep breath, and suddenly lifted the quilt and sat up.But this lift just happened to overturn the porridge bowl in Nan Ting's hand to the ground.

With a bang, the bowl broke and the porridge spilled.

Nan Ting was stunned for a moment, and came back to his senses after a few seconds, without saying anything, silently bent over to pick up the debris on the ground.

"Don't pick it up!" Yu Cheng yelled at Nanting, he couldn't care about anything now, he only knew that if he held it back, he would go crazy and suffer internal injuries.Immediately, he picked up Nan Ting who was bending over, grabbed his shoulders firmly, frowned and said: "Look at me Nan Ting, from now on, I will answer everything I ask you truthfully."

Nan Ting looked up at him: "What do you want to know."

"No matter what, you promise me first."

Nan Ting hesitated, but quickly lowered his eyelashes, and replied: "Okay, you ask."

"You met Luo Ning in the parking lot last night." Yu Cheng stared at Nanting solemnly.

"It's not a meeting, he's looking for me." Nan Ting replied decisively.

"Very well, the second question, what did Luo Ning tell you?"

"He said he failed my performance and failed to live up to my expectations."

"Expectation? Heh..." Yu Cheng felt that this was funny from the bottom of his heart, "Is it because you failed your expectations, or because you failed Mr. Nan's hard work behind his back?"

Hearing these words, Nan Ting suddenly raised his head, the corners of his originally drooping eyes twitched slightly, and they closed up, showing surprise in his eyes.

"Did you hear the conversation with Luo Ning last night?"

"I heard it clearly, so you don't have to look at me so surprised."

Yu Cheng let go of Nanting's shoulders: "It's because I heard that I realized that Luo Ning is so important. You can deprive other people of their fairness for him at will. Mr. Nan is really great."

Nan Ting frowned, ignored Yu Cheng's sarcasm, and said silently: "So you fainted last night because of this and not because of fever...Damn it!"

He raised his eyes to look at Yu Cheng again, his peaceful expression just now became tense: "Yu Cheng, trust me, the purpose of my doing all this is not for Luo Ning."

"Heh, could it be that you are doing it for me?" Yu Cheng looked at him incredulously, "To make me lose, to force me to retire, then you Nanting don't know me too well, even if I lose this game, you won't quit circle."

As soon as the words fell, Nan Ting's heart sank suddenly. He closed his eyes and inhaled, opened them again, and said, "I hope you will quit the circle, but I never thought of using so-called means to force you."

"You're doing shady things behind the scenes, isn't it a means?" Yu Cheng said a little annoyed.

"Calm down first, and listen to my explanation." Nan Ting remembered Fang Yan's words, did not dare to provoke Yu Cheng, and said softly, "I admit that I controlled the media review and online votes, but didn't I fail? The result is still Jiang Lan After winning the championship, can we let this matter go, forgive me once, okay?"

"You are wrong Mr. Nan. Jiang Lan won the championship not because you failed to control the votes, but because you never expected that Qin Yi would vote for Jiang Nan with his 200 points at the last moment!"

"I didn't expect Qin Yi to vote for Jiang Lan, but isn't the result just right? Why do you have to argue with me?"

"Please, do I care about the result with you?" Yu Chengshi couldn't accept what Nan Ting said. In his opinion, it was all Nan Ting's sophistry, "What I care about is the dirty things you do behind your back. means."

The words filthy made Nan Ting's heart tremble three times. He froze for a moment, raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brows, and tried his best to explain to Yu Cheng: "Yu Cheng, you are an artist, you should understand that in the entertainment circle There is no real fairness in the so-called competitions and variety shows. The interests of many people are involved behind the entertainment company's desire to praise and disrespect others, and capital manipulation is a very common thing..."

"Enough, can you stop sophistry." Yu Cheng couldn't listen anymore, and interrupted Nan Ting's words bluntly, his frowning brows twisted into Chuan characters, "The capital is very powerful, so you can make others work hard for more than a dozen years with one sentence. Years of hard work go to waste, so you must say this kind of behavior so high-sounding?"

"I..." Nan Ting paused, and said in a suppressed tone, "I'm just stating a fact,"

Yu Cheng stared at Nanting, and sneered: "Oh, what a fact, your fact is to bear the burden of others, think what Luo Ning thinks, wish what Luo Ning wants, even if my heart is cold, I will not hesitate."

"I didn't!" Nan Ting grabbed Yu Cheng's shoulders anxiously, "After all, you still believe that I did this for Luo Ning."

"Don't deny Mr. Nan." Yu Cheng raised his hand and said in a raised voice, "From the very beginning, Jing Shang spent a huge amount of money to create "New Stars" just to praise Luo Ning. I said why did the president come to the scene in person? Accept the results, even if you want to praise him, he must have this strength, instead of relying on you to step on someone else's corpse!"

After speaking, Yu Cheng suddenly felt dizzy, and then he leaned his back against the head of the bed, raised his hand to hold his forehead, and rubbed it.

This move frightened Nanting, he hugged Yu Cheng: "Don't get excited, I will admit it, I will admit everything you said."

Nan Ting no longer dared to provoke Yu Cheng with words, and continued: "If you think I did something wrong, then I am wrong, just please don't be angry, baby, your illness has just recovered."

"It's not what I think, it's the truth." Yu Cheng paused, and pushed Nan Ting away, "Co-author Nan Ting thinks your behavior is aboveboard, right...OK, Nan Ting, I think we all need to calm down now , let's go."

"I didn't mean that, I meant..."

"Get out——!" Yu Cheng didn't want to listen to Nan Ting's sophistry. He frowned and pointed to the door, "Are you going? If you don't go, I will go."

"...I'll go." Nanting pressed Yu Cheng hard, his throat kept rolling up and down, and his trembling hands slowly released him, "As long as you don't get angry, I can do whatever I want. I'll go to the company first. I'll come back when you're not angry."

Yu Cheng turned his head and didn't speak.

After a while, Yu Cheng looked at him at the gate of Nanting Station out of the corner of his eye. Seeing that he couldn't wait for a single word to persuade him to stay, he finally closed the door silently and left.