canine boyfriend

The faucet has just been turned on, and the water flow is very small, but it is very clear in the quiet bathroom.With every drop of water drained, the man shivered and turned around to turn off the water.This time, the bathroom was completely quiet, only the two of them looked at each other in embarrassment.

Or, wait for the other person to recognize your expectations first.

"Who are you?" The man looked at the person opposite him seriously again. He should be about the same age as himself, very refined, and the gold-rimmed glasses didn't look cheap.He roamed carefully in his memory, searching, looking for the shadow of this person, looking for whether this person had an intersection with himself.

But I can't remember it at all, I don't remember it at all.

"Excuse me, have we met before?" The man had no choice but to ask again, but he never relaxed his vigilance and didn't want to talk more.After all, this person is the manager of a small artist, so he may be bad for him.

The manager just smiled, his eyes changed slightly from just now. "You really don't remember me?"

"I don't remember seeing you." The man shook his head. "If I have nothing else to do, I have to go. The tutor is still waiting for me. Sorry, I can't chat with you here."

"Wait!" The agent reached out to stop him, and called out the man's name in a slow tone, as if he was afraid of frightening this alert and insecure person, "We met before, ten years ago, actually I It's working right next to you."

What?ten years ago?The man was stopped by him and stopped.The memory of ten years ago is too gorgeous for me, and sometimes I dare not recall it carefully.

"You are..." He and his manager looked at each other, as if they had some memories, but they were just a little bit short, and they just couldn't remember.

"I was one of your former manager's assistants, do you remember me?" The manager smiled and slowly took off his gold-rimmed glasses.Behind the eyes are a pair of steady eyes, waiting to be recognized by the once-big star.

As soon as he took off his glasses, the missing point in his memory came back. The man took a step back, saw the manager from head to toe, and suddenly stepped forward in ecstasy: "You are...it's you! Why? Could it be you? You are nothing like before."

The manager nodded his head, and put his thin golden temples on his ears again. Compared with ten years ago, he is no longer the little assistant he used to be. "I'm still in this business and haven't left. What about you, why haven't you sung all these years?"

"It's nothing, it's just... because of a relationship. But that's all in the past tense, I'm going to try again now." After meeting an old acquaintance, the man naturally talked more, and this was someone who had been his manager before. Inevitably some emotion.I used to have an agent, because of the popularity, the agent is also one of the best contacts in the circle.At the busiest time, there were three broker assistants.

Broker and broker assistant, two more words, do completely different jobs.To put it bluntly, agent assistants are coolies, life nannies, and artificial service desks. All the big and small matters in life are handed over to assistants. They get up earlier, go to bed later, and earn less money.

It's a thankless job, but even so, there are still a large number of people who want to enter this industry, trying to see if they can change from assistants to agents and eat in this industry.It's just that the man really didn't recognize him. The gentle and gentle person in front of him turned out to be a dark-skinned little assistant wearing a peaked cap ten years ago.

"You didn't dress like that, you didn't have that hairstyle, and you didn't wear glasses." The man found his shadow in the memory, "I really can't recognize it."

"Some people are designed for work, which makes me look more professional. Now I have finally become an agent, and you are finally back." The agent pushed his glasses, "I came to you today to ask you what you need. No need for a professional team. I actually met you twice before, I recognized you and you didn't remember me. Once was at the door of the tutor's house, I brought my entertainer to visit, and you just happened to come from inside Come out and pass by each other. Once was the audition, I was in the audience, and your voice hasn't changed at all from before."

The man was stunned for a moment, had he met his old friend twice?But I really didn't recognize it.The circumstances of those two times were also very special. One was when I was hesitating whether to return to singing, and the other was when I was planning how to leave this city and that boy.

"I know you have no team and no strength behind you." The agent looked down at him. The star who once attracted so much attention suddenly disappeared, and now he is back. If the story behind it is intriguing, it must be false, "If you If you want to continue to stand on the stage, you must accept help, the circle has been messed up in the past ten years, the old rules are not working, you need my help."

"Why?" Of course the man knew that the circle had changed. Internet marketing alone had exhausted him, and the endless negative hot searches pushed him to the top of the public opinion, making him terrified, "Why do you want to help me like this? You Isn't there an artist belt?"

"He is in the process of terminating the company's contract. There is a big boss behind him. Of course, there is a better place to go. Although I dare not say that I have reached the top of the country, I am qualified to stand in front of you. Don't underestimate the rules of the circle, you don't pay attention It, it will swallow you. I hope you give me this opportunity, it can be regarded as a mutual achievement, after all, when I fainted from heatstroke, only you remembered me and arranged a chair for me. "

The man stood there hesitating, as if he suddenly woke up. "I won't talk to you now, the tutor is still waiting for me!"

"This is my business card, remember to find me if you need it." The manager stuffed the business card prepared in advance into the man's hand, "Remember to find me."

"Thank you." The man squeezed his business card and smiled sheepishly.Ten years passed by in a hurry, and I didn't do anything in these ten years, but someone has already sat where I want to sit.Time flies like an arrow, and time can be seen.

In the recording studio, several instructors were resting, and the vocal teacher flipped through the music scores, waiting for the door to be opened again.There is a video recorder next to it, which truly records the class process of each contestant.

"Hello, teachers." The man came in and bowed first, "I'm ready."

"Hey, we don't know how to teach you anymore." The instructor next to me said, "We have had a short meeting about your situation. You just need to open your voice and maintain your state. There is nothing wrong with pitch." problem. The premise is to relax."

"Thank you teacher." The man bowed again, looking at the camera that was very close to him, "Then can I start now?"

"Wait." The vocal teacher suddenly stopped, "Why do you always look at the camera?"

The man held the music score in his hand, and the paper shook slightly. "I don't always look at it." He said this, but his eyes avoided, too close, the camera was too close to himself.

"You don't seem to like it very much. Does that thing affect your state? If so, I will re-evaluate whether you are a high-level player. You should know your current situation." The vocal teacher seemed to be deliberately criticizing Son.

The man shook his head. "What situation?"

The mentors looked at each other, wondering whether this talented singer who made a comeback really didn't care or didn't know it.Public opinion has pushed him to the cusp, and no one can sit still.

The vocal teacher cleared his throat, and said, "You are now the strongest but the lowest-voiced contestant in this competition, and you have huge controversy yourself. I don't want you to suffer from these problems in the next practice or competition." I don’t want to see news that does not belong to the game overwhelm the positive information, understand?”

The man nodded cautiously, it seems that he still has too much negative news.

"Very good, I look forward to your next performance." The vocal music teacher raised his hand, indicating that the man could start singing.The man pursed his lips twice, looked at the black camera again, lowered his head, opened his lips and sang.

At the same time, the boy had just finished consulting with Xiaohuang Mao about what a marketing account is, and he was frowning because his wife didn't have an agent or a team.

The recording time for the second match is scheduled for next Monday. In the next few days, the teenager will hand over the account of the support club to the vice president to manage. After all, the vice president is a junior high school student and he is not as busy with his studies.Just thinking about the entertainment industry, the boy had a headache. He has no contacts, it doesn't matter, even if he has money and wants to spend money on his wife to eliminate those negative news, he can't find a way.

You can’t send private messages to those accounts, right? Hello, how much can I delete the Weibo I just posted?Who told you to do this?I give double.

Fortunately, the marketing account has not made any big moves in the past two days, and the number of fans in the support club has exceeded [-].Most of them are old fans of the man before, and a small part just joined through the competition.No matter how smoky the environment is, fortunately their support club is happy and peaceful.

This feeling made the young man feel relaxed and comfortable. At least he had cleared a clean comfort zone for the man. Although he was still an official support club that was blocked by the boss, at least he did what he should do.

It's just when will my wife find herself, and let her out of the little dark room... The boy ran out of the teaching building with his schoolbag in his hand. Evening self-study has just ended, and there are still many people on the playground.But I am different from them, and I want to go back to find my wife.

A familiar car stopped at the gate of the school, the boy's footsteps gradually slowed down, and he cursed first.He knew that there was absolutely something wrong with being quiet on the Internet these days, the old bastard was going to be a monster.

"What the hell are you doing here?" The boy looked at his father in the car, "Don't force me to beat you at the school gate."

"You are my son, why can't I come and see you?" The young father got out of the car and leaned against the car door, not planning to play Tai Chi with his son, "Where did you hide him? Tell me."

"Do I fucking use hiding? Can you control it?" The boy wanted to find out what he was going to do, and also wanted to pick up his schoolbag and smash him with a high school senior's book directly.

"If you hand over people, I can pretend that nothing happened to you." The boy's father said.

The boy waved his hand, ready to move. "Stupid." After finishing speaking, he was about to leave, and the moment he turned around, he heard the old bastard say quietly: "I can praise him or destroy him, it's all up to you."

So the boy stopped again and turned around. "What do you mean?"

"Hand him over, and you don't need to worry about the rest." The boy's father said with a confident attitude.

"Leave it to you? He's a person, not an item. Can I hand you over to the police?" The young man knew that his father was nothing, but he didn't expect that this man had no bottom line. people.

"If you still want him to perform on stage, just give him to me." The teenager's father walked over, "If you want everyone to see his naked picture, just carry it with me."

The boy's face turned away, his psoas muscles moved faintly.

"Do you think that if you take the USB flash drive, I don't have a backup? Do you think I didn't leave any photos?" The boy's father himself thought he was crazy, and he tried his best to find out the news of the person who didn't want it. He couldn't accept that the person who loved him fell in love with someone else, and this person was still his son.

"Cut." The boy's face turned around, "Idiot, how do you think I got the USB flash drive and found it in your dirty room? I can't fucking take pictures of you, can I?"

The boy's father's expression suddenly froze, but only for a moment. "You are too naive, what do you think you can do?"

"You think you're the only one who has the video? Try it! If you dare to destroy him, I'll fuck up your ancestral grave and take away your parents' ashes." The boy turned his head and walked to the other end of the road. .But his hands really couldn't stop shaking, it was the anger he was trying to suppress.

It wasn't until his son got into a taxi that the young father got back into the car and followed the taxi with a kick of the accelerator.It's just that his posture changed just now, not because he was really worried about what would happen to his son, but because he never expected that he would put something on video in his bedroom.

Is it true or not, is it true or is it a deliberate deception?The boy's father is still not sure, but he is sure that even if there is any video, he will have a way to hold it down, so that it will never be exposed to the public's attention.

The taxi in front was not too fast, and it was not too difficult to follow the car. The boy's father stared at him closely. He was indeed crazy. He had never wanted to go back to his side alone.The car in front seemed to be deliberately leading the way, and the road became more and more familiar to him. The boy's father gradually frowned. At first, he wondered why he didn't turn away when he knew he was following the car.

Now he understands that his son did it on purpose. This road is going back to the residence of those two old men, and the closer he drives, the closer he drives.Those two people are the only ones that the boy's father can't shake at the moment, and there is nothing he can do except hope that they will return to the west soon.

You brat, you actually hid that person here.He watched his son get out of the car at the gate of the community, turn the wheel around, and drive away.

After the lights of the car completely disappeared, the boy turned around and ran towards the gate of the chain hotel.He had a premonition that something was going to happen, and the old bastard must have been fully prepared when he came to find him. As a result, he just ran into the lobby of the hotel, and the moment he turned on his phone, the marketing accounts he was following were updated.

Damn, so fast?For the first time, the boy felt the fear of the people behind the scenes. As soon as his father left, these people started to do it.

"A suspected intimate photo of a popular contestant on a singing competition show leaked out. How many lovers did she have in the past ten years?"

The boy's head buzzed, this is what the old bastard said, ruin him?But he just clicked in and wanted to take a serious look, but the new message that was there 2 minutes ago disappeared.

No way?Could it be that I was dazzled just now?The boy stood at the elevator door of the hotel, not daring to enter the elevator, for fear that the signal would disappear and he would miss important situations.It can't be that I read it wrong. Someone sent new messages just now, but those messages were deleted in just a few minutes. They came and disappeared faster than the wind.

How is this going?Holding the phone, the boy vaguely felt something had happened.There must be someone else protecting him.

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Boy: Did your wife let you out of the little black room today?No!