Do you want to touch porcelain? [Entertainment]

"Even if I was bankrupt, I couldn't bear to leave him alone. I managed to pull him up with a lot of shit and piss, but now that I'm successful, I don't recognize me as a father, and cursed me that I might as well die early. …”

The man in the interview, that is, Wei Jingxing's father, Wei Gangwei, sings and reads very well, with snot and tears all over his face, he speaks vividly and touchingly.

An Maojun closed the tablet irritably, put it upside down on the table, and sneered: "What kind of a person has a mouth, and he dares to say any nonsense when his upper and lower teeth touch. Why didn't he talk about how he treated you at the beginning? I see him I don’t have the face to say it!”

"I haven't seen you for many years..." Wei Jingxing looked at the man with his yellow teeth bared and greedy expression in the interview, a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes, "It's even more disgusting than before."

"Who says it's not." An Maojun turned the pen in his hand, also looking disgusted, "Astrology Entertainment and Youtai Film and Television have mixed in, why? I think our pillars are going to fall, and I can't wait to come Divided up?"

"It's too ugly to eat." Mu Chengling pushed the glasses he had just put on, and commented with a smile, but there was no warmth in his eyes.

"I have already posted a statement on your Weibo, and I will hold a press conference two days later to clarify. If he dares to put shit on us, then we don't have to be polite to that kind of person." An Maojun sneered .

It was Mu Chengling who asked Wei Jingxing, "Is it okay?"

An Maojun stopped turning his pen: "Look at me, I didn't expect this. Jing Xing, would you like to hold a press conference?"

Wei Jingxing has always kept silent about his family background, so few people in the circle know about it, and if they think about it, they keep it secret.

"no problem."

It's been many years... Even if it still makes him uncomfortable, Wei Jingxing feels that he should reconcile with his past self.

"At the end of the day, it's the capital's end. Netizens and public opinion can lead, but Xingxiang and Youtai won't let us off so easily." Mu Chengling was a little worried.

This is indeed a distressing point, An Maojun frowned.

Wei Jingxing thought of the call he accidentally picked up on Zuo Yan's cell phone that day: "Maybe...don't worry too much."

"How to say?"

The two looked at Wei Jingxing together.

"Xiao Yan contacted DX studio."

"DX?" An Maojun repeated a little, his eyes surprised, "How could he have the phone number from that studio?"

DX didn’t start out with data, they are a service outsourcing studio, but their business in this area is more familiar, and anyone in the circle who can get online can use his company and never use another company.

This way makes money quickly, but it is not a serious way at all. After being troubled a few times, they will no longer take new orders.Now only old customers can call them, and the price is ridiculously high.

But the quality is high and the quality is good, so you can rest assured.

Wei Jingxing: "He told me that someone wanted to get acquainted with him and recommended it to him."

Mu Chengling nodded: "Yes, anyway, he is also the second young master of the Zuo family, so the network resources in his hands are naturally indispensable."

"If you don't tell me, I almost forgot his identity. This rich second generation is really low-key. If it hadn't been exposed at the beginning, no one in the circle would know his identity," An Maojun said and shook his head, " This year's paparazzi can't do it."

Mu Chengling pointedly said: "You better hope that they can't do it now."

An Maojun followed his gaze to see Wei Jingxing, and sighed melancholy: "That's right."

Wei Jingxing pursed his lips, too lazy to start a conversation.

===

On the day when Wei Jingxing held a press conference, he was still killed from the crowd of reporters.It's just that this time they were prepared and brought more bodyguards, and nothing like the last time happened again.

"Don't be nervous for a while, I'll just sit down and watch." Zuo Yan quietly echoed.

On the contrary, many people in the venue were surprised to see Zuo Yan sitting below, after all, it was not his press conference.Everyone silently sighed in their hearts that the relationship between them is really good. Not long ago, Zuo Yan made a hot search in order to protect Wei Jingxing, but everyone's attitude was overwhelmingly supporting Zuo Yan, and the fireworks were even more distressed. My brother's face was blackened by the microphone, condemning those unscrupulous media.

"Why am I nervous?" Wei Jingxing chuckled lightly, with an indescribable sarcasm in his voice, "There is someone else who should be nervous."

Zuo Yan shrugged his shoulders: "Can't you pretend to be nervous and let me show off my boyfriend power? If I say that, I won't have a sense of accomplishment."

Wei Jingxing's eyes were finally stained with a little smile, and his tense mood eased a little: "Then how do you comfort me?"

Zuo Yan thought about it seriously: "How about giving you a hug?"

After he finished speaking, without waiting for Wei Jingxing's reaction, he hugged her without any ambiguity, just pure comfort.

There was a small uproar from the crowd.

"Go, come on." Zuo Yan whispered.

Wei Jingxing turned around and went on stage.

Zuo Yan looked at his back, sat down in the most conspicuous position in the first row, and crossed his legs.Although Wei Jingxing didn't express it, Zuo Yan could feel that he was unwilling to mention these things. A person with strong self-esteem like him didn't want to expose his scars for everyone to watch.

Not even sympathy.

So even when Wei Jingxing fell into the water, Zuo Yan didn't learn any news about his family background from him.

But now, Wei Jingxing wanted to personally uncover the scar that had healed for more than ten years in front of audiences all over the country.

The press conference was broadcast live. At this time, many people were watching, including Wei Jingxing's fans, and more unrelated passers-by.Zuo Yan didn't care how the outside world judged Wei Jingxing, he only knew that he was very distressed.

"Hi everyone, I'm Wei Jingxing. Thank you very much for taking the time out of your busy schedule to attend my personal press conference. Next, I'm going to make a few explanations for the recent untrue remarks..."

Wei Jingxing's clear voice spread throughout the audience through the microphone, without rush or slowness, like a spring breeze blowing on the face.But no one knew, he pressed his hidden hand on the edge of the platform, and his fingers turned white with force.

"My dad treated me well until I was six years old, there's no denying that."

After this sentence was finished, there was a murmured discussion at the scene, and Zuo Yan heard a few words, most of which expressed his disgust, thinking that Wei Jingxing was not filial, so cruel that he abandoned his biological father.

Wei Jingxing also heard it, and he continued without being affected at all: "But after he went bankrupt, he became an alcoholic and domestically abused my mother and me. In severe cases, he called the police several times, and my mother was also admitted to the hospital. , I can provide the hospital's hospitalization records here."

After he finished speaking, slides appeared on the big screen behind, flashing one by one.There are hospital records in black and white, as well as a few photos taken by the police at the time.Zuo Yan saw that there was a woman with a bruised nose and a swollen face. She couldn't see her facial features at all, her face was covered with blood, and she couldn't see that beautiful face similar to Wei Jingxing.

And standing on the side, the little Wei Jingxing, there is not a piece of good meat on his bare arm, and it is bruised and purple.

Zuo Yan leaned forward and clenched the armrest of the seat tightly.

The commotion grew louder, and there was an unbelievable gasp.

"My mother..." Wei Jingxing glanced down and saw Zuo Yan who was sitting at the front, and the corners of his mouth were slightly relaxed, "She The spirit has been damaged during the long-term domestic violence, and some problems have been diagnosed, and he is currently receiving treatment at the Third People's Hospital of City B."

The Third People's Hospital is a psychiatric hospital.

Everyone was silent.

"And it's not that I don't support my family. I have always paid for my mother's medical expenses. Wei... I also send a sum of money to my father every month. Here is the bank statement. "

There were bank transfer records posted on the curtain. The monthly amount above was enough for a grown man to live for two or three months without worrying about food and drink. As Jing Xing's father said.

Someone at the bottom asked: "Then why did some people say that your father moved bricks at the construction site for a living?"

Wei Jingxing curled his lips into a smile without warmth: "Then he has to ask himself."

"Ask him himself? Why?" The man asked everyone's thoughts.

"He gambled." Wei Jingxing slightly opened his lips and dropped a bomb.

Because of gambling and alcoholism, and the family has no money, that's why he wanted to sell him to others.Because of Wei Jingxing's escape, Wei Gangwei was scolded for a long time. After he returned, he didn't reflect on his cold blood, but instead blamed Wei Jingxing for his lack of vision and not being able to contribute to his family.

This incident cut off the last bit of father-son relationship between Wei Jingxing and him.

For such a person, even Wei Jingxing called him father, and felt that he was dirty.

After he finished speaking, he looked at the silent crowd at the scene: "If you have any questions, you can ask them."

There was a gap of more than ten seconds at the press conference, and even the barrage of the live broadcast was much less. Everyone is now surrounded by emotions called regret, and the fans want to go forward and hug that thin body.

Not to mention Zuo Yan at this time, he only tried to suppress his emotions by telling himself that this was Wei Jingxing's press conference and he couldn't mess it up.

The camera caught Zuo Yan by accident, and the camera operator behind him looked at Zuo Yan's gaze at this moment, and shivered tremblingly.Zuo Yan coldly looked away first.

[Zuo Yan's eyes just now... so scary QAQ]

【He should be angry. He has always had a good relationship with Wei Jingxing, so he must feel sorry for what happened to him.】

[Is Zuo Yan playing a big game?Didn't you just stare at the staff just now, just wash it?A group of cerebral palsy, how much to touch]

[Is there something wrong with Heizi?Can we see the occasion before we talk?There's no need to rush to label yourself as cold-blooded and selfish! 】

[Does Zuo Yan have no right to feel sorry for his friend?When I'm angry, I always talk with guns and sticks, and it's easy to put on a cold face!Do you really think that idols are perfect in everything?LOL! 】

[I think it's normal to be angry and have a bad face. Before you ask yourself if you can do steaming and cooking, if you can't do it, shut up, grandson! 】

As soon as the man said what he said, not only Wei Jingxing's fans became angry, but many felt that what he said was too much, they condemned him together and never dared to speak again.

Zuo Yan doesn't know what's going on in the barrage, even if he knows, he can't care too much. Now he can only see the person standing on the stage as if nothing happened.

After a short period of silence, some media stood up and asked, "Wei Jingxing, how do you feel about your mother's fraudulent marriage, which ended in a miserable end?"

Zuo Yan's eyes shot straight like sharp arrows!

The media who asked the question only felt a chill on his body, as if he was being stared at by something.

Wei Jingxing restrained the smile that was not much on his lips: "I think she has already been punished."

The reporter persisted: "Then what do you think about it? Do you think you deserve what you deserve?"

Zuo Yan secretly wrote down the newspaper office he was in, and rubbed the index finger and thumb of his right hand back and forth irritably, until the small piece of skin turned red.

Wei Jingxing asked back: "Do you think your mother is ugly?"

"This... son doesn't think his mother is ugly." The man replied.

"That's right," Wei Jingxing nodded, "So you know this truth."

Hearing his answer, Zuo Yan raised the corners of his lips slightly.

The ones in front were deflated, and were shot to death when they were early birds, and the questions from the people behind were a little gentler.

Until someone asked: "Wei Jingxing, you were the first celebrity to stand up for Zuo Yan when he left the nursing home, but he didn't respond when something like this happened to you. What do you think of this?"

Many people gasped and looked at the people sitting in the first row who could only see their backs.

Seeing the camera turn to him, Zuo Yan folded his arms around his chest and raised his lips slightly, with an indescribable sarcasm.

fool.

"I thought you saw him here today," said Wei Jingxing, who has been in the industry for many years and is the most proficient in dealing with the media. "Could it be that these actions he did are not as important as a Weibo?"

"So you're saying that actions speak louder than words?"

Wei Jingxing frowned, but he didn't say that.

As soon as he was about to refute, the other party said emotionally: "Then Wei Jingxing, why didn't you use your actions to prove Zuo Yan's accident? You just posted a Weibo and there was no follow-up. At that time, many netizens guessed that you already knew With Zuo Yan's background, it's not that simple to help."

Zuo Yan felt that calling him an idiot was just glorifying the word "idiot", and he couldn't help but want to punch this thing's head off.

Wei Jingxing's face darkened.

[This is a purebred idiot, right?How could my brother have such thoughts? 】

【I am a scheming bitch, everyone looks like a scheming bitch】

[Yue, block this newspaper and see you again! 】

Just as Wei Jingxing was thinking about how to deal with it, Zuo Yan turned his body around and faced the idiot who asked the question. His voice was clearly audible:

"You know more than I do. How come I don't know when I told Wei Jingxing about my identity? It's a disease to think too much. I suggest you go to the Third People's Hospital and register. Wei Jingxing I know the doctor there, and I can help you consult which medical skill is better and can treat you."

There was a pause in the barrage, followed by a piece of "666".

[Too handsome Zuo Yan, really. Swearing without swearing]

[I always feel that I am not worthy of being a fan of Zuo Yan because I can't reach Zuo Yan's level of cursing]

[666, you're still awesome, Brother Zuo! 】

【Last time and the last time Zuo Yan directly pissed people off in public, it seems that it was because of Wei Jingxing, right?He has restrained himself a lot over the years, but he has been breaking the precept recently]

[Blind student, you found Huadian! 】

There are also people who don't like celebrities talking like this, they can say anything.

Fireworks naturally don't mind this small objection, they have seen big scenes, what is this small objection?To be a fan of Zuo Yan, one must have a big heart. After all, cooking is not an honest person, and a hobby is to be a monster.

With Zuo Yan's strong support, the man couldn't hold back anything, especially Zuo Yan said that he was seriously ill.

The end of the press conference was very ordinary, which was a bit different from what An Maojun thought. He thought there would be some trouble, and he invited several more bodyguards.

Zuo Yan gritted his teeth: "If you let me know which night road those idiots take at night, I will definitely put on a sack."

As soon as Wei Jingxing got into the car, he heard his boyfriend's angry voice, which was a little funny and a little happy.

An Maojun glanced at them, and felt that Zuo Yan was like a wolf cub protecting food, no one could spy on his baby, and it would kill him if he looked at it.

From this point of view, they are really a good match, and Zuo Yan is not as young and ignorant as he thinks.

She knows how to love others and knows how to protect Wei Jingxing everywhere.

"Okay, I'll go first, you guys talk slowly." An Maojun said, waved to Wei Jingxing who was sitting in the passenger seat, and left.

Zuo Yan loosened the tie around his neck a little. He doesn't like wearing a suit and always feels uncomfortable.

"go home?"

Wei Jingxing said "hmm" before he laughed: "Which family are you talking about?"

It's okay if he doesn't say anything, Zuo Yan's mind becomes alive when he talks about it: "You said that we are all in the same bed, so is this cohabitation also on the agenda?"

"Aren't you tired?"

Just finished this mess today, Wei Jingxing felt that his energy was exhausted and his body was very tired.

"If you're tired, I can do it." Zuo Yan chewed a piece of gum, drove the car out of the garage, and drove onto the road.

"Then I'm fine." Wei Jingxing actually wanted to live together, the two of them are together, the bed... cough, I haven't slept in the bed yet, so we should live together anyway.

As artists, they have traveled all over the world. If they don't live together, they will only see each other for a little while a month.

Zuo Yan smiled happily.

Zuo Yan: "Today the marketing account went back and some were written, and the situation can almost be reversed."

Wei Jingxing thought of one thing: "How much did you pay to hire DX? It's all right now, shouldn't it be time for them to stop?"

"Don't panic," Zuo Yan disagreed, "Your fans are all fans of health preservation and Buddhism, and your combat power is too poor. Let DX go to work, and leave professional things to professionals. Besides, I'm quite afraid of them. It’s counterattacking. I think they can whip out even if you accidentally stepped on a few more ants, who knows what kind of madness will happen later, and let DX bear the insurance.”

The two chatted for a while, and somehow the topic came to Zuo Yan's parents.

"My dad asked me about you before. I didn't want him to misunderstand you, so I briefly explained the matter. He looked more uncomfortable than me."

"Your father is very cute." Wei Jingxing smiled.

Zuo's father is now active on his Weibo all day long. He has even learned a lot of Internet buzzwords. He chats happily with those netizens every day. Many people know that this treasure is Zuo Yan's father.

"A man can't be called cute," Zuo Yan reminded again, "He really wants to meet you."

Wei Jingxing's smile froze.

Zuo Yan noticed: "Is it abrupt? He said last time that he wanted you to come to his house as a guest, but he was too busy recently, so he forgot about it."

Wei Jingxing shook his head: "It's not abrupt...just..."

He was a little embarrassed.

"Then it's a deal!" Zuo Yan made a final decision.

Wei Jingxing had no chance to refute, so he glanced at Zuo Yan.

Forget it, I always have to go, it's not good to let people keep rejecting invitations.When the time comes, let Xiao Yan interact with him less, I hope Zuo Papa and Zuo Mama don't see through.

With Wei Jingxing thinking like this, Zuo Yan began to think about when to come out.

We must pick a good day and auspicious day... he thought to himself.

After chatting, the two arrived at Wei Jingxing's house, parked the car in the yard, and Wei Jing went up to open the door.

"What's the matter?" Zuo Yan looked at Wei Jingxing who was standing motionless at the door, a little curious.

Wei Jingxing turned around and silently mouthed to Zuo Yan:

"The door was broken."