The daily life of the popular celebrity ex

"Just one day, how much love?" An Rui spoke softly, as if asking Zhu Jun, as if asking himself.

"We have been under the same roof for more than a year," Zhu Jun paused, and then finished the second half of the sentence almost cruelly, "You and I have also broken up for more than a year."

"Heh," An Rui gave up the expression management in front of Zhu Jun after a long absence, and said with a self-mockery, "I thought that one year was nothing to us."

"Maybe you always thought so," Zhu Jun didn't intend to rot all his words in his heart like in the past. He knew very well that if he didn't say something today, he would have nightmares later, and it would definitely be He, "You think that a year is very short, even if you don't see each other, it's nothing. Even if you let me be your underground lover, I will always choose to endure. But An Rui, you may overestimate me."

"It was because you were so kind to me before that I have the illusion that you will always be by my side." An Rui raised his hand and covered his nose and lips, the corners of his eyes were already wet, "Zhu Jun, can I still trust you?"

"You say that like I made a mistake." Zhu Jun is not going to take any more blame, he thinks he has done his best, "An Rui, it's because you are reluctant to suddenly become popular, because you are afraid that fans will Abandoning you, you put me in a secondary position first, and now you are complaining that I turned around and left, and that my love has dissipated. You must know that this is unreasonable. "

An Rui closed his eyes, and asked softly, "If I'm not popular, how can I pay you back?"

"I never thought of asking you to pay back the money." Zhu Jun never had a concept of money, and he never cared how much he spent for Anrui.

"If I'm not popular, will you really love me forever?" An Rui asked another difficult question.

"I don't know." Zhu Jun never considered himself a saint, he was just an ordinary person. "Any answer in a hypothetical situation has no value at all."

"But I'm popular, but you don't love me anymore."

Zhu Jun wanted to hate An Rui a little bit, but he could see that An Rui was really sad. After thinking about it, he still didn't say anything more cruel.

"An Rui, it's all over."

"I can't make it through, Zhu Jun." An Rui propped up his chin with his hands, staring at his former lover, "Without you, I can't make it through at all."

"You are already an adult, don't be so naive anymore," Zhu Jun sat up straight, trying to stay as far away from Anrui as possible, "You have tens of millions of fans, countless honors and money, and At the best and most energetic age, you can enjoy life to the fullest and find a more suitable partner."

"You are the most suitable partner for me."

"I'm not," Zhu Jun shook his head, "An Rui, your personality is too paranoid, you are suitable for a more obedient partner."

"We've known each other for nearly ten years, and we've been in bed for seven years. You want to tell me that we're not suitable?" An Rui's voice became hoarse at some point.

"The right person may be your underground lover willingly." Zhu Jun's voice was very gentle, like a lover whispering, but what he said was full of heartless words, "An Rui, I know you are a person who holds grudges, what a coincidence ,Me too."

Zhu Jun still remembers that when An Rui first became popular, he and An Rui hadn't seen each other for [-] consecutive days, and when they finally met late at night, they begged each other like madmen in a windowless hotel room.

He clearly held An Rui, but his heart seemed to be empty. He was afraid and scared, but he didn't dare to ask An Rui: "What should we do in the future?"

An Rui was the one who broke the silence. He was leaning against the head of the bed, and there was still the imprint left by Zhu Jun on his collarbone.

His voice was soft, but firm, with undeniable strength.

He said: "Zhu Jun, I have discussed with my agent and the leadership of my company, and I cannot disclose your existence for the time being."

He said: "Zhu Jun, I really want to announce to the world that we are lovers. But we all know that if I do this, the fans will go crazy, and they don't know what they will do."

He said: "Zhu Jun, wait a little longer, wait until I become more popular and gain a firm foothold, and then officially announce you, okay?"

The hole in Zhu Jun's heart grew bigger and bigger, so big that he thought he was on the verge of death.

He could barely breathe, but managed to force a smile.

He seemed indifferent, and raised his voice and said, "Okay."

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They broke up in the end, Zhu Jun was the one who left first, he knew who would leave first, and the other person had a high probability of having nightmares tonight.

Then the person he would rather have nightmares is Anrui than himself - he chooses to love himself more than anyone else.

Zhu Jun returned to the room, looked at his third last big fan, and was about to log out directly, when there was a "thrilling" sound outside the door-someone was swiping the door with a key card, which stopped him from further actions.

It was indeed Zhou Lan who entered the door, his face was flushed, as if he had just finished a strenuous exercise.

Zhu Jun raised his hand and said to him, "Are you back?"

Zhou Lan closed the door with her left hand, raised her right hand behind her back, and a bouquet of delicate roses appeared in Zhu Jun's field of vision, red like fire.

"I want to send you flowers, brother Zhu Jun." Zhou Lan's voice was trembling.

"Why did you send me flowers?" Zhu Jun asked knowingly.

"Because, I like you, I really, really, really like you."