Why can't the lead singer control himself

Three years later.

It was almost dark when Zheng Hao arrived at the hospital. He put on his sunglasses and got out of the car in a hurry, bowing his head and walking quickly.

The staff of the music festival came with him, a tall and strong elder brother, when he saw this, he hung up the phone and went to Zheng Hao's side, and said fiercely: "Don't worry, Mr. Zheng, a small place in Yunzhou, there is no one here. People can recognize you."

Teacher Zheng, who was still covering his face with his hands, heard this, and quietly looked around from behind the sunglasses, no one was really looking at him.

Only from the side of the ophthalmology building, came out another patient wearing sunglasses and groping forward.

Without changing his expression or beating his heart, he patted his elder brother on the shoulder, put on his sunglasses and walked into the gate of the emergency room.

As soon as he stepped into the consulting room, several eyes with different meanings were all cast towards Zheng Hao——

One is a young boy with gauze on his head, staring at Zheng Hao's footsteps;

One is a girl in a navel-baring outfit with exquisite makeup, who should be the boy's friend. She is taking a selfie with her mobile phone. When she sees Zheng Hao, her face flushes instantly;

And a tall man in a gray-blue shirt, his own agent, who was talking to the doctor with a pile of test papers, also glanced over when he saw Zheng Hao.

The sunglasses worn by Zheng Hao only came into play at this time. He secretly took a look at the manager's face. Although his face was expressionless and his eyes were slightly cold, he still glanced at himself.

With this glance, Zheng Hao knew that the situation was okay.

So he took off his sunglasses, sat down in front of the wounded number, and asked earnestly:

"I'm really sorry. I was so fucking sick when I was performing. When I got excited, I didn't know that the microphone was thrown off. How is your examination result? What did the doctor say?"

The boy didn't leave Zheng Hao's eyes, and quickly replied: "It's nothing serious, the microphone brushed against me, and it didn't hit it directly. Just now your manager took me for a big check-up, and the doctor saw it. Say it's okay."

Only then did Zheng Hao feel relieved, and looked at the girl in the navel-baring dress next to him, and then exchanged greetings and said, "Oh, that's too embarrassing, you two are still students, right? Come to watch a music festival, and this kind of thing happened, Why don't you add me... my manager's WeChat, and you can contact me if you have any questions in the future."

The boy who was still staring at him just now became aggrieved after hearing this: "Battery, don't you know me?"

Zheng Hao: "Ah? Are you?"

Boy: "I'm Kevin. Last month in Beijing, you were still drinking with me, and we were... in the Jinyu Hotel, did you forget?"

Well, I remembered it all this time, but it was too late.

Zheng Hao quickly raised his head.

My manager—Wan Jingjing, stood there with the receipt in one hand and pocket in the other, like a window model. After hearing this, he smiled and said in a low and gentle voice:

"Then since we have known each other for a long time, let's leave a contact information. In case there is anything, we can contact you at any time."

In the blink of an eye, Zheng Hao quietly muted his phone in his pocket: "I seem to have left my phone in the car, what a coincidence, please contact me, I'll go back and get my phone first haha"

After all, he didn't bother to wear the sunglasses, and rushed out of the hospital without looking back.

Wan Jingjing watched him leave with squinted eyes behind him, with an unclear expression.

And behind Wan Jingjing's invisible, the boy named Kevin gently touched the arm of the girl next to him.

The girl will pick up the phone knowingly, turn on the video and continue to shoot the video quietly.

"Old Wan"

"Brother Wan"

"brother"

"I was wrong, I will never throw anything again, I promise I won't even spill water in the future, okay?"

After seeing off the two "fans" and saying goodbye to the staff of the music festival at the entrance of the hotel, Zheng Hao followed Wan Jingjing every step of the way to apologize.

But his manager didn't look at him at all, and the gentle upbringing he had just faced with outsiders disappeared for a moment, and he walked straight to his room, almost slamming the door on Zheng Hao's face.

Of course, Zheng Hao's thick-skinned guess that the iron wall can't do anything about it, he came in through the crack of the door and pestered him with good words.

Wan Jingjing walked to the coffee table on the balcony, picked up half a bottle of whiskey and poured himself a glass:

"What's wrong with you, battery brother? It's just smashing a microphone. If you smash it a few more times, there will be a lot of fans holding love number plates, waiting to be thrown hydrangea by you."

"Oh, I've smashed it three times in total."

Zheng Hao leaned over shamelessly, and before the wine glass touched the man's lips, he took it off the man's hand and said gruffly: "Besides, if I really throw the hydrangea, it will only be the second one." Return counts."

"Don't give yourself money," Wan Jingjing snorted coldly.

"Okay, okay, the second time I threw away my own contract, isn't that okay?"

After saying this, the person who exploded his hair finally made him laugh.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the deed was thrown away. Three years ago, when Wan Jingjing was splashed with coffee, it was the second time that Zheng Hao hurt the audience since he started acting.

That night he sold himself to compensate for the shirt, but it was not over yet.

Not long after receiving a call, he brought his band brothers and sold them to Wan Jingjing's company and became a signed band.

Since then, he has become a serious colleague.

They also maintained a relationship that was not very serious for three years.

Seeing people's complexion improved, Zheng Hao took advantage of the victory to pursue:

"Don't be angry, I really didn't control myself this time, and there will never be a next time."

"No control? No control what?"

Whether he didn't care about hitting people, or whether he didn't care about being in the hotel with that Kevin.

Still waiting for him here, Zheng Hao slammed his mouth and had to tell the truth: "I really drank too much that time, you see I don't even remember what he looks like..."

While speaking, he quietly leaned against the person.

The weather in Yunzhou is hot. This day, after running the music festival and going to the hospital, the person next to him is always dry. The skin under the collar of his shirt is icy cold, and his tone is still chilling:

"You don't need to tell me this, just be careful not to get sick and not to get into trouble."

"rest assured"

After bumping into a cold bench, Zheng Hao also got a little angry, pulled out a small square box and threw it on the bed:

"Don't tell others, you and I are both wearing condoms, and today it's still bulging and spiraling, and it smells like peaches."

It was like committing a crime against the wind, Wan Jingjing couldn't get angry if he didn't vent his anger.He took the suitcase and packed it up.

Zheng Hao smiled like he had quarreled countless times in the past, leaning against the door and looking at the furious opponent: "Let's go? It's so late, can we still catch the flight?"

Wan Jingjing shook his hair, his bangs were fluffy, covering a light brown scar on his forehead.

With a dignified look that puts a smile on the face: "You have been among thousands of flowers, so don't worry about my bunch. I'll go to a friend's house and stay overnight."

"Then you also remember to protect yourself, is this box for you?"

Wan Jingjing slammed the door and left, and Zheng Hao breathed a sigh of relief and lay down on the [-]-meter bed in the hotel. The undelivered box was thrown in the trash can, and he lay on his back and let his wild thoughts go wild.

For three full years, everything was fine at work and intimate in life.

There are many things to do, but the relationship between the two has not changed at all.

Touching his handsome face, Teacher Zheng couldn't help sighing:

"It's all my fault that I told him not to fall in love with me at the beginning, and let him remember it for so long. He didn't dare to say that he liked me, and he couldn't show it when he was jealous.

Alas, Wan Jingjing is really duplicity. "

However, Zheng Hao thought about it again, it would be good to give him a little blow, and he really shouldn't let him get too deep into it...

But the next day, boarding the flight from Yunzhou to Beijing, I looked at the person wearing a mask and sunglasses sitting next to me.

Zheng Hao couldn't help provoking others again:

"Hey, Brother Wan, how was your stay yesterday?"

Wan Jingjing clattered and typed with his notebook, without raising his head, he said, "Well, it's okay."

"Don't be okay, share it with me?"

Wan Jingjing rolled his eyes through the sunglasses, put on the earphones and started making a phone call.

Zheng Hao felt ashamed, looked down at Wan Jingjing's suitcase on his seat, picked up his precious guitar, and rolled up his sleeves in resignation.

On the contrary, the highly professional stewardess stepped on a small high and came over to help. The two of them put the guitar and luggage on the luggage rack together.

Zheng Hao said "Thank you" in a low voice.

The little stewardess blushed as expected: "Battery, I'm actually your fan."

"Oh, is that so? Can't you see that a quiet girl like you also likes punk bands?"

Reflexively, Zheng Hao stroked his hair, pushed aside the bangs that slightly covered his eyes, and smiled with his mouth pursed, bending the silkworm into a beautiful arc.

The stewardess blushed even more, looked at the side and whispered: "Actually, I don't know much about rock music, I just control my appearance."

"Haha, that's it."

At such a stage in the conversation, it is generally time to say thank you, and then sit back in your seat with restraint.

But when I caught a glimpse of the person on the seat facing out the window and chatting on the phone, the sun shone on the sharp-edged nose bridge of that person, showing a clear line of light and dark.

A thought flashed through Zheng Hao's mind, he leaned forward slightly, and lowered his head to say thank you to the petite stewardess.

Then he said in a low voice: "Then do you usually go to the show? Next time..."

"Zheng Hao."

Sure enough, he still couldn't hold back.

Zheng Hao sighed in his heart, and continued the conversation with the stewardess: "Next time I have a chance, I can..."

"Zheng Hao, come and take a look."

Wan Jingjing interrupted again without raising his head.

After thinking about it, he couldn't be too disrespectful to him, so Teacher Zheng responded: "What's the matter? Wait a minute, wait for Teacher Wan."

"Stop moaning, take off immediately."

"Yes, I know, I'll sit back right away. Girl, let me sign for you, or..."

Wan Jingjing couldn't bear it anymore: "You've been scolded on the trending searches!"

Really, all kinds of excuses have been made up, "What hot search, I haven't been on hot search before."

The mobile phone is stretched out towards Zheng Hao, the 15th most searched on Weibo - #夏日冰粉集打甲粉#

"Fuck! I'm really on the trending search??"

Instead of being surprised, Zheng Hao sat back in his seat and admired his "heroic deeds" with his mobile phone.

The stewardess was a little embarrassed, turned her head away with small steps, and rolled her eyes when she turned around.

Only Wan Jingjing, a normal person, was dizzy, swallowed, and then communicated with the phone.

In the earphones, on the other end of the phone is Xiaojie, who is in charge of publicity from their company, and the girl speaks quickly: "The two people who were smashed are both little-known internet celebrities. Apart from the video vlog of yesterday's music festival, the content of the video most arouses the emotions of netizens." They hinted that they were deceived by Zheng Hao..."

The little girl was a little embarrassed to continue.

"Cheat?" Wan Jingjing asked in a flat tone.

"Not only", the other end of the phone continued: "Their statements give the impression that Zheng Hao is deceiving their feelings. They also recorded a video of Zheng Hao saying that he didn't know the other party, and turning his head and running away. Netizens reacted greatly to this , it’s also hard to say.”

The cabin announcement sounded, reminding passengers to turn off their mobile phones and prepare for takeoff.

Wan Jingjing glanced at the popularity of Weibo, and quickly explained to the other end of the phone: "I will take off immediately and land in two hours. During this period, you should pay attention to the trend of public opinion and report to Maggie directly if you have any problems. Check these two websites at the same time. Has Hong signed with the company, and what's happening on other platforms?"

"Oh, by the way, there are other members of the band. They flew back last night. They should all be at home now. Please keep them from going out and causing trouble."

Hanging up the phone, the instigator beside him was still watching trending searches with gusto.

Wan Jingjing sighed, took the phone away and turned it off: "Don't look at it, they are all scolding you."

Of course the lead singer knew: "It's right to be controversial, which great artist is not full of controversy?"

Taking a deep breath, Wan Jingjing felt that he had underestimated this person's ability to bear, so he simply said:

"These people may scold badly, but gossip about private life. If the other party has no actual evidence, there will be no major problems. Just ignore it. Don't post Weibo recently. If there is any response, there will be the band's official account."

"It's okay, it was worse to scold me face to face before, but... I just posted a Weibo."

"?"

"What did you post?"

"Why didn't you just tell me?"

"It was the first time I was on the hot search, I was a little excited, so I reposted it."

Zheng Hao was startled by Wan Jingjing's reaction.

Although they are already a popular band in the circle, they are no better than mainstream stars. They don’t have many fans on their personal social platforms. They play by themselves every day. The company rarely intervenes, and they don’t have the habit of reporting in advance.

"Didn't that person say that I cheated on feelings? But I don't even have his WeChat, so I forwarded it and said, you took out a screenshot of the chat and let me see how I cheated you."

It's not the first time Wan Jingjing has brought a band to the trending search, so he was really careless.

Zheng Hao turned to comfort him with great heart: "But the advantage is that he really has no evidence. I think although the tone is a bit blunt, there is nothing wrong with what he said. The price of fame is like this."

I posted it too, and it was too late to say anything else, Wan Jingjing just confirmed it:

"Are you sure you didn't add him on WeChat, didn't you chat about anything?"

Here we go again, so you still care about this.

Zheng Hao secretly rejoiced, but said seriously:

"Of course not, I never add friends with guns on WeChat."