who do you want me to replace

The annual Christmas Eve festival atmosphere in Beicheng is very strong. If you pass by a shopping mall or a hotel lobby, you can smell the strong fragrance and icing sugar. Committed to taking root in the mind of every pedestrian.

Before graduating from university, Jiang Yu would hang out with a few classmates at this time, drink a glass of wine and eat turkey or something. After graduation, he rarely had such an opportunity, and he himself lost such thoughts. Just work, and rest when you should rest.

This time he thought he had also slept at home, but Wen Feixun pulled him into the car without any explanation, and drove all the way dully. It has been nearly an hour since he got in the car.

Sitting in the co-pilot, he glanced at Mr. Wen's increasingly dark face, and at the out-of-control traffic outside, and secretly laughed out loud with his arms propped up.

Wen Feixun: "...you can laugh if you want to."

"I'm just laughing, hahaha."

"..."

"Seriously, Young Master Wen, where do you want to go? The time cost is too high." He looked over with his head propped up, staring at Wen Feixun's frosty face in a daze.

"On the mountain."

"On the mountain? It's so cold to go to the mountain? Can I apply for rejection?"

And it's not easy to leave when you're done.

"It's not cold in the house on the mountain."

Wen Feixun is also quite depressed. The small villa in the middle of the mountain has a good view, which is very suitable for today's atmosphere, and it is not too far away. He originally estimated that he would be able to drive there in an hour at most, but who knew that after an hour passed, he was still stuck on the road .

"Why is it so blocked?"

"Everyone likes to find an excuse to come out to play, Christmas, this time is a good excuse."

Jiang Yu looked at the couples and the whole family outside the car window, all of them were beaming. His heart moved slightly, and he asked, "Aren't your family members getting together for dinner today?"

He remembered that Xia Ran once said that Wen Feixun would stay at home these two days and eat with his parents. Wen's father and Wen's mother both had a long period of study abroad experience when they were young, and they were affected, so they were very concerned about this. Days are more important.

But after he finished asking, Wen Feixun vehemently denied it: "What's so good about getting together at a foreign festival, and you don't have a good face when you get together."

It's not the same as Xia Ran's description of 'family carnival' and 'harmonious harmony'.

"What about you? No friends to get together?"

"Yes, didn't you pull me away?" Jiang Yu lazily leaned on the back of the chair.

Wen Feixun choked, feeling just like this sports car that was stuck in the road and had difficulty starting - aggrieved.

Fortunately, after driving through this section of the road, it was not too congested, and the road was smooth when entering the suburbs. Jiang Yu was a little drowsy due to the traffic jam, but he arrived at the place not long after driving on the Panshan Highway.

After entering the house, he met Yue Guang who was about to leave. No one had been to this place for a long time, so Wen Feixun ordered him to prepare some food in advance.

In fact, Jiang Yu didn't pay much attention to this person at first, but when Yue Guang left, he turned his head and gave him a meaningful and warning look, which made him want to laugh.

What does it mean?Tell him not to get too close to Wen Feixun, and not to have some feelings that he shouldn't have?

As an assistant, he has to help his boss deal with these problems, and he is more careful than his agent. It seems that Wen Feixun's high salary for him is not wrong.

Jiang Yu watched Yue Guang leave the door, and when he turned around, he saw Wen Feixun's displeasure, and looked at him: "What were you two doing flirting with each other just now?"

"Do what you love to do." Jiang Yu raised his eyebrows, the corner of his mouth was smiling slightly viciously, and suddenly he felt a little bit Du Wei's upper body again.

Wen Feixun stared at the smile for a moment in astonishment, suddenly realized what he said, frowned fiercely, stepped over to approach him in two or three steps, pressed his shoulders and pushed him onto the sofa, leaning slightly, his figure He blocked the light in front of Jiang Yu aggressively, and his eyes were fierce: "Say it again."

Jiang Yu leaned back on the sofa with his head up, and stretched out his hand against Wen Feixun's chest. The corner of his mouth did not fall down, provocatively: "Say it again, what can you do?"

"...Tie you up, drag Yue Guang back and kill him."

"..."

That's right, being a lover should also be dedicated to guarding oneself like a jade, and Jiang Yu understands that Young Master Wen's possessiveness is stronger than anyone else - even if this possessiveness is not emotional.

"Just kidding, you can't even hear this, can you? Why are you so fierce, have you eaten explosives?"

He didn't eat explosives anymore, Wen Feixun thought, he probably has such a neurotic personality, it's just that Jiang Yu doesn't know him well enough.

What Du Wei saw in the theater today not only amazed him, but also seemed to arouse some dark emotions in his heart.

Jiang Yu's performance in the movie is too dazzling. Anyone who has watched the movie will be impressed by him. He felt very irritable.

Who knows what is hidden behind those eyes.

"I grew up eating dynamite, and if it blows up, I will suffer disaster for a hundred miles around." Wen Feixun stroked his face, and there seemed to be a dangerous lead buried deep in his eyes, "So don't make me unhappy."

Jiang Yu laughed: "Don't! I'm not responsible for your emotions. It doesn't matter to me whether you explode or not. I'm not that capable, so don't label me."

Wen Feixun's eyes darkened, he snorted coldly, straightened up and walked to the dining table.

The dinner that Yue Guang brought was probably a Christmas set meal made by some restaurant, turkey, polenta, roasted elbow, gingerbread man, apple pie, lamb chops with truffles, mulled wine...the whole table was piled up.

Not only that, Jiang Yu also saw a large Christmas tree and a lot of decorations in front of the French windows in the living room, and outside the huge French windows, there was no obstruction, and he could see the winter night scene of Beicheng.

Thousands of lights, snow all over the sky.

"Does it look good?" Wen Feixun asked.

"It's beautiful, it hasn't been in vain for an hour." Jiang Yu quietly looked down at the light flow all over the city, and hung a decorated ball on the Christmas tree.

Seeing his movement, Wen Feixun walked over and picked up a small bell: "Do you want to get these now? Are you still hungry?"

"Go ahead, make it look good."

"Row."

So the two sat on the ground and began to tinker with those colorful trinkets and strings of light bulbs.

The air was quiet and the atmosphere was gentle. Without Wen Feixun's nagging and complaints, Jiang Yu would have felt more at ease.

"How did the light bulb wire get tangled?"

Jiang Yu glanced at him: "Be patient, don't force yourself."

"Is it okay to hang the ball here?"

"Hang it up separately, that big area is full of balls, it's so ugly."

"Why is there still a ribbon? Is it directly on it?"

"...Is your method of tying the grave to worship the ancestors? How about a bow tie?"

"Is this the bow tie?"

"...Wen Feixun, did you do it on purpose?"

Wen Feixun looked directly at him, with a smile in his eyes: "Why are you so strict? Then you can demonstrate."

"You did it on purpose," he said, sitting on the other side of the Christmas tree, "you want me to go over and eat my tofu, right? Dreaming."

"Go, go!" Wen Feixun smiled and threw him a ribbon.

The two of them were not chattering, the progress of the decoration was very fast, the firewood in the fireplace was crackling, and the aroma of the mulled wine became more and more intense. Wen Feixun thought of the conversation with Liu Xinyuan in the afternoon, and suddenly became nervous, and his lips were pressed together for half a minute. It seemed that he opened his mouth inadvertently.

"Jiang Yu, my new film and television company should be on the right track next year, do you want to sign it?"

"Ok?"

Why did you suddenly ask about transferring to another company?Could it be that in the afternoon, Liu Xinyuan said something next to him?

Jiang Yu frowned slightly, the last thing he wanted to discuss with Wen Feixun was this aspect.

"Let's talk about it, my current contract hasn't expired yet, and I haven't planned my future development myself."

"It's time to think about it. You've only won Best Actor not long ago. Now is the best time to rise. Don't let a bad company hold you back."

"My current company is not bad."

"What I'm saying is that if you change companies, don't be lame and change to a bad one."

"..."

I hope this person isn't mocking Liu Xinyuan, Jiang Yu sighed helplessly, hung up a small Christmas cane, and suddenly felt a familiar stabbing pain in his stomach.

He glanced at the time on the wall clock on the wall, and stood up slowly, clutching his stomach.

As soon as his body stood up straight, the pain in his stomach became more severe, accompanied by a burning sensation, which made his eyes go dark and he almost fell to the ground.

When the body was shaking, he reached out to grab the Christmas tree reflexively, and the few ornaments that had just been hung were jingled down.

"What's wrong with you? Jiang Yu!"

Wen Feixun rushed over to support him, and the strength of his palm squeezed his elbow so painfully.

"It's okay, just a little stomachache, take it easy, my bones will be crushed by you."

"Stomach pain? Why didn't you just tell me you have a stomach problem?" Wen Feixun frowned, helped him to lie down on the sofa with a gloomy expression, and got up to look for medicine.

"Who knew it came so fast this time, maybe because I didn't eat anything at noon today, and there are too many interviews arranged."

Jiang Yu curled up on the sofa, pressing his knuckles against his cold stomach, closed his eyes for a while, and opened his eyes to see Wen Feixun rummaging through boxes and boxes, and said slowly: "It's fine if you can't find it, I'll wait for it Just get over it with all your strength."

Wen Feixun couldn't live in this house twice a year, so he didn't have any emergency medicine in the house. He returned to the sofa empty-handed, staring at Jiang Yu's pale face and lips with a gloomy expression, and the fingers hanging by his side. The tip trembled slightly.

"Shall I give you some polenta to warm up first, or warm milk?"

"Porridge," Jiang Yu said softly, "I think it's very badly cooked."

"Okay, wait for me for a while." His voice was hoarse, and he shook Jiang Yucui's other hand that was outside the sofa.

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