After the live broadcast broke the news, I became popular [entertainment circle]

[Maybe this is the closest I get to the truth, I really don’t want to miss it again, put my hands together.jpg]

Almost everyone was chasing after that Weibo and asking questions, but the owner of that Weibo just laughed.

[You should know soon, the latest will be the variety show broadcast]

He is now curious about the wonderful reaction the platform will have when he finds out that Yu Changmu's predecessor is Jian Cong.

And Jian Cong was suddenly called by Yu Changmu from the venue to the stands outside, his face was flushed with embarrassment, but fortunately, the night above his head was shrouded, and he couldn't see anything: "Can't you pay attention to the occasion when you speak?"

Yu Changmu's answer was similar to that of the person who posted on Weibo earlier: "Anyway, they will all know soon." Compared to being known about the relationship, it is obvious that Jian Cong ignores him, which scares Yu Changmu more.

Jian Cong was very dissatisfied and muttered to turn his face away: "Then you have to find me before I can care about you..."

From the day he lost his temper to now, this person really hasn't said a word to him, made a phone call, or sent a WeChat message for three whole days, and in the end, he still blamed him for ignoring others?

Yu Changmu said in a low voice, "I've had a fever for the past few days and have been feeling very uncomfortable."

Jian Cong blurted out subconsciously: "Why do you have a fever... Do you have a fever???"

Finally realizing the person he heard, he suddenly turned his head to look at Yu Changmu, half dead with anger again: "Why didn't you tell me you had a fever!"

Yu Changmu just stood up in the stadium with his chest up and his back straight. No one was looking at him now, but he lowered his eyes slightly when he faced Jian Cong, as if he was aggrieved: "You said you want to calm down, And I've been groggy..."

He probably really had a bad fever and fell asleep so dizzy that he couldn't even count the time after a few days. If he hadn't recorded today's premiere on the schedule early and set the alarm clock, I'm afraid Yu Changmu is still lying on the bed until now.

The sky was full of stars, Jian Cong stared at the depressed face of the person in front of him in the night, and realized for the first time that this person was as worrying as he was.

Why hasn't he noticed it before...

Jian Cong pursed his lips, and asked awkwardly: "Then are you still burning?"

Yu Changmu breathed out, said "I don't know" and acted like a baby, lowering his head to let himself touch Jian Cong's forehead.

Jian Cong originally thought this was his trick to make the two of them closer, but the moment he really touched the man's forehead, it was scorching hot.

Jian Cong immediately frowned, and raised his hands to caress Yu Changmu's cheeks. There were only four words in his mind: Jian, Zhi, Li, Pu.

The temperature of the palm of his hand was burning, and Jian Cong couldn't control the volume in an instant: "You must be in your forties, why don't you come over here and ask Li Haibo for leave? I just sat and watched A movie, a group photo with so many people..."

Jian Cong really wanted to pry open this man's head to see what was inside: "Can't you even take care of yourself? Tell me how you survived the three years abroad!"

"I didn't watch a movie just now, so I fell asleep after sitting down..." Yu Changmu leaned on Jian Cong's neck, defending himself in a low voice.

Jian Cong became even more angry, and his voice became louder: "You must be sick! Just don't come!"

In the end, Yu Changmu seemed to be really in a coma. After being scolded, he still leaned on him and laughed, humming lowly and jumping out of his throat: "If I don't come, I won't see you..."

Jian Cong rolled his eyes and wanted to roll his eyes to the sky: "Are you still afraid that you won't see me? Wasn't it you who turned over my balcony before?"

Yu Changmu: "But I'm sick now..."

Jian Cong, who was very angry, jumped up one after another: "You still know that you are sick!!!"

Later, when the two returned from the stands, everyone in the venue was still there.

Jian Cong thought that he knew it before anyway, and now he had nothing to hide, so he dragged Yu Changmu across the venue in a hurry, intending to take a taxi directly to the hospital.

He didn't pay attention to the seemingly non-existent gazes from around him, thinking that everyone was just chatting in a normal social manner.

But in fact, there are so many things to talk about, here one or two are keeping one or two, and they just want to eat two more mouthfuls of Yu Changmu and Jian Cong's fresh and hot melons!

So everyone just waited for the two parties to leave the venue, and the discussions started immediately.

"This is basically a real hammer, so I really don't hide it directly, and walk away holding hands."

"I just said that both of them are crooked, how can they be clean and ordinary friends together."

"No wonder the netizens chased Jian Cong to ask about it before, but Jian Cong never said anything, it was him after all this."

"Hahaha, it's hell, handsome guys like to hang out with handsome guys these days."

……

Whether it's online or the venue, Jian Cong doesn't care about it now, because he dragged Yu Changmu to the hospital, and the doctor took his temperature, and he really hit it off—the temperature was forty.

The last time Jian Cong bought the [-] bill for Yu Changmu's table, his heart is still bleeding. The company's salary dividend has not yet come down, and now he is paying for the hospital. Jian Cong is smart enough to know how to take Yu Changmu's card payment.

He even skipped the step of asking for the password, and directly gave him a luxury VIP single room with anti-fever potion.

As for why the healthy and healthy young man suddenly had a fever, Yu Changmu himself couldn't explain why.

Jian Cong could only guess that it was because his brother's condition was finally relieved, and Yu Changmu's long-stretched spirit suddenly relaxed. It happened that he was still stuck in a quarrel with him at that juncture.

"You say I'm squeamish every day, but you're also squeamish..." Jian Cong stared at the man who was placed on the hospital bed by him, and began to mutter again.

He also couldn't understand how someone could look so good-looking when he had a fever and was sick, and his complexion was not affected at all. If Yu Changmu hadn't taken the initiative to send his forehead to the door in the stands, Jian Cong would never have noticed that this person was sick.

The moment Yu Changmu's back touched the soft hospital bed, his mind was already in a trance. He almost forced his consciousness and said to Jian Cong: "Maybe I also thought that those troublesome things are finally resolved..." Finally, I can feel free from any scruples. Be with him again.

Yu Changmu hadn't had time to say the last half of the sentence, but Jian Cong understood it, and his small mouth began to turn up again as it muttered.

It was obvious that this person didn't tell him anything, and he was the one who was wronged, so why did the poor man become Yu Changmu again, and he had to take care of him instead...

"You useless thing." Jian Cong said with disgust, but in fact, he took off his windbreaker coat on the chair next to him, and crawled straight into Yu Changmu's bed with disgust.

I have to say that VIP single rooms are expensive for a reason.

This hospital bed accommodated the two of them without feeling cramped. Yu Changmu was woken up by his movement for a few seconds, and asked vaguely, "Aren't you angry with me..."

Jian Cong glared at him, and helped him tuck the quilt around: "Sleep your sleep, talk so much, I'm afraid that you will move around in your sleep! What if you moved your hand for infusion!"

Yu Changmu closed his eyes and began to laugh again.

They all know who it is who is restless in their sleep.

But in fact, Jian Cong didn't really sleep when he got into his bed. He had to watch the progress of the infusion for Yu Changmu, and he had to ring the bell to call the nurse after the infusion to change the medicine.

Yu Changmu's body temperature didn't start to drop until three or four in the morning. During this period, Qi Chen came to see them once.

——Considering privacy issues, the hospital where Jian Cong took Yu Changmu for injections was the same private hospital where Yu Changzhou had surgery.

As soon as Jian Cong came over, he sent a message to Qichen, saying that Yu Changmu had a fever, and if there was anything he couldn't fix, he might have to ask him for help.

Qi Chen naturally had no objection.

These days, in order to take care of Yu Changzhou, he moved all the company's business into the ward, and would only leave for a while when Yu's father and mother were around.

Originally, Yu's father and Yu's mother did not agree to let him stay here at all, thinking that it was enough for them to take care of themselves.

But the first thing Yu Changzhou did after he regained consciousness was to ask his father to take his mother to see a psychiatrist again.

The same words come out of different people's mouths, and the effect is different.

If Yu Changmu said this to Yu's father and Yu's mother, the couple would probably go crazy on the spot, thinking that Yu Changmu was scolding them for being mentally ill, but if Yu Changzhou said it, the couple would immediately listen and say goodbye. He would feel that Yu Changzhou cared more about them than himself, otherwise why would he confess this as soon as he opened his eyes?

This is how Qichen was able to stay.

He followed Jian Congfa's hospital bed number and came all the way to say hello to them and see how the situation was.

As a result, he had just walked to the door of the ward when he saw through the window that Jian Cong was lying on the patient's body, cocking his fingers seriously, counting his eyelashes.

Others are at odds with each other, but these two, they like each other so much that they want everyone to know, and they fight and quarrel all day long.

When Jian Cong woke up the next morning, Yu Changmu was lying next to him and playing with his mobile phone. The infusion needle on the back of his hand had already been pulled out, and his other arm was pinned under his head, and it was already numb.

Jian Cong touched his mobile phone to check the time, got up sleepily and asked him why he woke up and didn't call him.

As usual, the other young lovers would definitely seize every opportunity they had, saying that they were reluctant to cry, and wanted him to sleep a little longer.

But Yu Changmu's brain circuit made it absolutely impossible for him to do this. He just typed on the phone with one hand and said, "If you wake up, you will only get angry." It's better to sleep more.

Jian Cong: "?"

Jian Cong: "Are you scolding me?"

Jian Cong: "I just reconciled with you, and you scolded me again? Do you know that you are really unlucky?"

"Deaf people have to be understood by you." Yu Changmu directly adjusted the screen of his mobile phone to show him, "The platform just found out about my relationship with you, and now the lion opened his mouth wide and is talking to your boss. request, and issued a new contract, listing what I hope you and I need to do in variety shows."

Jian Cong was stunned when he heard the words, how could Yu Changmu know about the platform looking for Zhang Sinan?

Then I felt fucked up, quite fucked up, and sure enough, I started to get angry like what Yu Changmu said: "They tried to mess with me by selling a Taoist seat in "The Age of Pie" before I even pursued them, and they wanted to make trouble again? Do you really think that artists can’t survive without the platform’s resources and traffic?”

Relying on the absolute power of speech monopolized by itself, the platform has never eaten less of the overlord's meal and mentioned the overlord's terms. It can be said that the world has suffered from the platform for a long time, and it is waiting for who will be the first to stand up and rule it.

Someone in the venue last night said that this time the platform ran into Jian Cong, and they might not get good results.

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Jian Bao: Feng Shui turns around, I am on the platform today, and I am going to start building the platform