my secret ex boyfriend

The "school grass effect" is still very significant.

The drama club began to become more lively than ever.

Xu Chaofan insisted on celebrating, and took a group of people from the drama club to a famous barbecue stand near the school.

Qi Wangshu was dragged out of the study room by Anling this night, and the schoolbag on his back was not put back in the dormitory in time.

Anling stopped suddenly when passing the night market, ran to a stall selling small pendants, and came back holding a white plush bear in his hand.

The size of a palm, lying obediently in the palm of his hand, was handed to Qi Wangshu.

"For you, you can hang it on your schoolbag."

Qi Wangshu cast a glance, "No."

"Do you think it looks a bit like me?"

"How cute! Don't you want it?"

An Ling held the little bear with one hand and dangled it in front of Qi Wangshu's eyes.

Qi Wangshu took a second look at the rough bear because of what he said.

"Really not?"

Qi Wangshu turned his head away.

"Really not?"

An Ling followed him tirelessly.

Qi Wangshu couldn't help but laugh at him, neither nodded nor shook his head.

An Ling understood it, and immediately tied it to his schoolbag.

"Good match." He smiled shamelessly.

This is the second time he came to Qi Wangshu's room, sitting on the sofa in the living room, he didn't even know how to put his hands and feet.

He shouldn't have come in, he was very annoyed.

Qi Wangshu came out of the kitchen, holding a bottle of red wine and two goblets in his hand.

"When I first came to the set, the producer gave it to me, and it hasn't been opened yet."

Qi Wangshu uncorked the bottle and poured some into the two goblets.

"Want some ice?"

An Ling shook his head, awkwardly took it from his hand, took it to his lips and took a sip.

Before the air was about to stagnate, "Do you mind if I turn on the TV?" An Ling found the TV remote control on the coffee table with sharp eyes, and quickly grabbed it in front of him like grabbing the last straw.

Coincidentally, Qi Wangshu's commercial was playing on the TV.

As soon as the magnetic voice came out, An Ling's hands trembled and he almost spilled the red wine glass on his body.

Change channel.

I don't know if it was because he deliberately avoided all the news about Qi Wangshu before. He was so closed that he didn't know how popular he was. After changing several channels, he saw three or four advertisements of different brands of Qi Wangshu in a row.

Qi Wangshu himself was a little embarrassed, he coughed softly, "I got a lot of endorsements before."

Wei Xiao can focus on consumption, and all kinds of brands of clothing, food, housing and transportation are fully arranged.

An Ling turned his head to look at him, and squinted his eyes when he saw the blue and black eyes of the other party.

"Also give yourself a few more hours to sleep." After he finished speaking, he turned his head and continued to watch TV.

Just tuned to the documentary channel, and a certain food documentary was broadcasting, An Ling adjusted his sitting posture and stared at the TV screen with interest.

Qi Wangshu leaned on the back of the sofa and tilted his head slightly, paying attention to every move of the person who was one meter away.

The background music of the documentary was gentle and long, Qi Wangshu gradually closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep.The backpack containing the artifact for falling asleep was thrown alone at the other end of the sofa, with the zipper still unopened.

An Ling finished watching an episode of food documentary with red wine, and was ready to take out his mobile phone to order a takeaway, when he glanced away and saw Qi Wangshu who was sleeping on the side.

It's really tiring to be able to fall asleep like this...

She turned sideways and watched quietly for a while, then rubbed against him inch by inch until she was close enough to feel his breath.

An Ling raised his arms to rest on the back of the sofa, and then rested his chin on it, staring at Qi Wangshu's sleeping face without blinking.

I haven't looked at it so carefully in three years, An Ling's gaze is almost greedy at this time, and he is not willing to let go of every detail of his face.

A scar hidden along the edge of the hairline caught his attention.

An Ling sat up straight, and carefully brushed aside Qi Wangshu's hair, revealing a curvy scar about three to four centimeters.

An Ling felt his heart being pulled hard.

When did you get hurt?

What has he been through since the breakup?

Distressed and doubts rushed up, An Ling stared at the scar for a long time without moving.

When the phone rang, he pressed the call button immediately, fearing to wake up Qi Wangshu.

"Brother Wangshu, things downstairs are a bit troublesome..."

Brother Wang Shu?

An Ling held the phone in front of his eyes, it really wasn't his own.In desperation, he actually answered Qi Wangshu's call...

Fortunately, it was Xia Xiaoyu who called, An Ling could only bite the bullet and listen.

"Sister Xinran is in the studio and is rushing over. There is a traffic jam on the road, so it will be a little later." Xia Xiaoyu paused and lowered her voice, "Brother, your fans downstairs had a quarrel for some unknown reason. They almost got into a fight and broke The hotel has a big vase, and neither side is willing to pay for it. The hotel manager actually asked me for an explanation. What can I say? I'm afraid that your fans are so scared to death..."

An Ling laughed, "Why are you so cowardly?"

Xia Xiaoyu on the other end of the phone was obviously taken aback, his voice changed, "Brother Ling? Why is it you?" After a while, "I did not make a mistake! This is Brother Wangshu's phone, right?"

An Ling coughed embarrassingly, "Yes, you did not make a mistake, I made the wrong call." He glanced at Qi Wangshu who was still sleeping soundly, "You hope brother Shu is sleeping now, I... will do it for you. "

Xia Xiaoyu smelled obvious tricks, "He usually doesn't go to bed so early... Besides, he fell asleep, why are you still by his side?"

"Vase! You just said that no one will pay for a fan breaking a big vase, right?" An Ling quickly changed the topic.

"That's right..." A sigh came from the phone, "I've been mediating for more than half an hour."

"Why are there a bunch of fans watching downstairs from morning to night every day? Don't they go to school or go to work?" An Ling asked.

"You know what it's called," Xia Xiaoyu's voice became smaller and smaller, "Is it illegitimate fans? It's similar to this. Brother Wangshu, they remember every trip better than me."

An Ling saw this word on the Internet.

He pulled the blanket thrown on another sofa, shook it off, covered Qi Wangshu, and then said to Xia Xiaoyu on the phone: "I'll go down and find you."

Downstairs in the lobby, the first and the first girls were sitting sporadically on the sofas on both sides, not talking much to each other. Looking at the awkward and heavy atmosphere, one could tell how unpleasant things had just happened.

Xia Xiaoyu and the hotel manager stood aside, seeing An Ling, Xia Xiaoyu waved to him excitedly.

An Ling walked over.

"Not yet?" he asked.

"I asked them who broke it, and they didn't admit it. I asked them who did it first, and they all pointed at each other. I asked them why they fought, and they all had something to say." Xia Xiaoyu smiled wryly, "I have nothing to do."

An Ling glanced at them, "So why did they fight? Aren't they all fans of one person?"

"Do you think the fans are so united?" Xia Xiaoyu looked at him with the eyes of an outsider, "They call each other rivals in love, how can the relationship be so good? I asked, it was nothing more than when Brother Wang Shu got off work , there are too many fans next to you, A said that B pushed A, B said that A stepped on B, the other fans dispersed, and there were still these squatting in the hotel, talking and arguing, arguing and fighting .”

An Ling was speechless, but in this situation, it was also the most difficult to tell who was right and who was wrong. If he had to say, it was all because they were full, didn't go home, blocked other people's hotels every day, and hindered other people's work.

"Can't one person pay half?" An Ling asked.

"They don't want to..." Xia Xiaoyu replied with a bitter face.

An Ling raised his hand and stroked his hair, suddenly thought of something and raised his eyebrows, "Well, you and the hotel manager go over there and put on a play in front of them."

"Just say, since they are Qi Wangshu's fans, Qi Wangshu should be responsible for the mistakes they made. Qi Wangshu helped them pay for the vase. Speak louder, and talk about how tired and busy Qi Wangshu has been these two days, Didn't even sleep much."

After hearing this, Xia Xiaoyu took the hotel manager to act in front of the girl, and after a while secretly gave Anling a thumbs up behind his back.

After the matter was settled, the two girls scrambled to lose money for their idols, and almost quarreled again.

Xia Xiaoyu and An Ling walked into the elevator, called Zhang Xinran first, told her not to rush over here, and continued to compliment An Ling, "Brother Ling is the best."

An Ling smiled, "I was just thinking, if Qi Wangshu found out, he would definitely pay for it by himself."

Then he snorted again, "But I won't let him take advantage of this."

Xia Xiaoyu nodded, "Yes, why! Don't say that a vase is nothing to Brother Wang Shu, even if it is a dollar, you shouldn't pay for them. Whoever caused the trouble will bear it."

"Are you stiff now? Aren't you scared to death?" An Ling looked at him amusedly.

"Hey hey." Xia Xiaoyu smiled flatteringly.

The elevator door opened, An Ling wanted to go back to his room, and Xia Xiaoyu went upstairs to rest Qi Wangshu who was sleeping.

"Xiaoyu," An Ling walked to the elevator door and turned back, "When did the scar on Qi Wangshu's head happen?"

Before the elevator door was completely closed, Xia Xiaoyu hurriedly replied to him.

"Three years ago! You can check it online!"

three years ago.

An Ling looked at the news release on the screen, which said that when Qi Wangshu was filming the first movie, there was an accident in the explosion scene, bleeding profusely, and more than a dozen stitches were stitched on his head.

An Ling looked at that paragraph of text with trepidation, but felt an unexplainable strangeness.

He remembered very clearly that at that time Qi Wangshu went to try out a modern campus play, why now the first play has become a Republic of China play.

Also, the time is wrong...

The shooting time of this drama was the fourth month after they broke up.

It could only be that he failed the audition for the campus play back then.

Failed, broke up, and got my first drama four months later.

However, the audition failed, why did they break up?

Where was he in those four months after the breakup?doing what?

Questions kept popping up one after another, and Anling realized belatedly that Qi Wangshu had indeed kept many things from him.

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