Are sand sculpture trench fans distracted today?

As long as he can sit next to Song Nuan, the general manager of Su University will not feel so embarrassed.Taking off his formal coat and eating hot pot, he had a great time grabbing food with the artists under him.

After all, BWP are not some celebrities with status. Facing the big bosses who can decide the future at will, they are all cowardly, and they try to shrink into small corners, trying to reduce their sense of existence.

Among them, Song Nuan, who from time to time violently reached out to Su Changle twice, was particularly prominent.

"Can you stay so close to me, this is the north, and the heating is sufficient."

"Why does the pot have to be so big to pick up the meat in front of me?"

"Fuck, don't grab my drink!"

...

Meng Lianchuang couldn't bear it anymore, stared at the admiring eyes of the people at the table, gritted his teeth and said, "Mr. Su, can you restrain yourself a little?"

After all, no matter how distant the relationship is, they have been in the same team for so many years, and they have long been proficient in helping each other pick up dropped microphones and supporting each other on stage.

It's not hard to guess what kind of temperament Song Nuan is. It's definitely not someone who likes to show off things like her boyfriend.

But even though Su Changle said that his life went smoothly, he was not stupid, how could he not realize what he was doing.

This is obviously a well-planned and premeditated show, the kind that is designed to stimulate other people present.

"What are you talking about..."

Song Nuan was stunned for a moment before realizing it, raised her hand and tugged at Meng Lianxuan's clothes and said in a low voice, obviously a little embarrassed.

"Hey, that doesn't seem to be possible."

This kind of reaction of his naturally cannot affect Su Changle's performance. The latter looks dignified, with a straight waist: "This is the normal state when the two of us get along, and we don't deliberately perform in front of anyone."

"Xiao Nuan was busy with the album, so I found two variety shows that your group had attended to watch."

"Maybe it's because there's no filter. I always feel that some things don't exactly match what fans see."

Su Changle frowned, and it was clear that Song Nuan didn't expect to say these words, and gradually changed from shameful panic to astonishment.

His eyes swept over the faces of these people in front of him one by one, and his voice was soft: "Some things have not been pointed out, but it doesn't mean they haven't happened. Anyway... you can figure it out."

In all fairness, when he talked about this, he didn't deliberately look cold at all, and his tone could even be said to be far milder than usual.

But of course, this is just an appearance.

Except for people expressing the most intuitive emotions during conversations, Su Changle's inner and outer words reveal a warning meaning that is simply not enough.

Among them, Nie Size's panic was the most obvious. He almost didn't dare to raise his head to match the expressions of the people around him, and his body was gradually shaking.

After all, in the variety shows that the whole team members had appeared together in the early years, the behavior of saying sarcastic remarks under the camera seems to have never been less frequent.

Song Nuan doesn't like to play word games, and usually prefers to swear or fight immediately when there is a disagreement, so it is inevitable that she will feel aggrieved for a while in front of outsiders.

Especially for that kind of live broadcast, there were times when I saw that I had been poked at the pain point, but because of the occasion, I forced myself to suppress all my anger into a joke that would sound like a joke to outsiders.

Fans said that Si Nuan and the CP took the route of falling in love and killing each other, and even used this unique model to become the number one player in the team, but no one would think about the real disagreement.

But Meng Lianxuan over there just twitched his eyelids and nodded his head again and again, indicating that he had understood and knew what to do in the future.

After all——if you put pressure on him as the decision maker of Sihuan,

It seems that there is indeed no chance or room for rebuttal.

purpose achieved.

Satisfied, Su Changle switched to the twitter mode and followed Song Nuan endlessly.

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The dinner party, which was originally planned to be quite good, was abruptly interrupted by a sudden quarrel, which made everyone lose interest.

The wine on the table has not been touched at all, and obviously everyone is not interested in touching this kind of fun thing again.

Song Nuan actually wanted to drag Nie Size to ask about some details just now, but for some reason, before he could walk in front of the person, Su Changle had already fooled him by changing the topic in a few words.

In the end, I didn't even know how to go out with others.

"What's the name of the one who slapped me during dinner?"

Su Changle tugged at the collar for him, put his hands together around his mouth and blew a couple of breaths until he was not so stiff before reaching out and holding Song Nuan's.

He lowered his head to look at the tightly intertwined hands of the two, buried half of his face in the scarf, and replied in a low voice, "Meng Lianchuang."

Speaking of which, Su Changle's private car was parked under the apartment building, and it was only a few steps from going out to getting in the car.

But even if it is a short distance, you always have to hold hands to move forward.

Song Nuan was somewhat surprised, and always felt that this love model was more like two simple students who lived in an ivory tower and didn't know much about the world.

I'm fine, if you don't look at the resume that has debuted for four or five years, you are indeed just a college student, but Su Changle is different from this.

Isn't he a rich second generation who should have seen all kinds of lovers long ago?

How should I put this feeling, it completely surpassed my original expectations, but somehow I feel a little romantic.

"Oh, my surname is Meng."

Su Changle noticed his silence, and chose to pinch the knuckles of the opponent's fingers to call out: "We were in the team before, how is your relationship with him?"

"Good or bad, why ask this?"

"There's no particular reason."

When Song Nuan faced him, she couldn't hide what was happening on her face, almost to the point where she could guess what she was thinking just by looking at him.

Su Changle felt a little weak in his heart, so he used his hands to pad the position of the upper door beam of the car to make it more comfortable to sit in, and went around and returned to the driver's seat.

Not only did he fasten the seat belts on both of them without delay, but he nodded in relief after hearing such an answer, and asked a seemingly nonsensical question: "Can you recognize the brand of clothes that Meng is wearing today?" ?"

"I have nothing to do all day long and stare at what people are wearing and what they are doing."

Song Nuan asked questions in his head, but in the end he followed him and tried his best to remember for a long time: "It seems that they are all miscellaneous brands, few people know them."

Being an idol inevitably involves dealing with brand owners. Even in the early days of BWP, no one cares about them. The five of them were asked to learn and recognize most of the common logos.

I haven't paid much attention to this aspect before, but now that I think about it, Meng Lianxiong seems to have never participated in the topic of dressing in the team.

"I remember him saying that he is a family that is everywhere, the kind that won't be noticed if you throw it in a crowd, but it doesn't seem to be the case now."

Song Nuan grew up in an orphanage. Although she didn't say anything, she felt a little bit of sympathy for people with bad backgrounds or family backgrounds, and her expression became very secretive at the moment.

"I didn't expect that this person usually looks like a big rooster. Is it actually so difficult?"

He used all his imagination on this matter, pouted his lips and shook his head: "The company only pays so much money every month, and if it is not guaranteed, it has to be mailed back to the family, so I can only barely buy it for myself at the street stall." Do you have two clothes?"

"Unfortunately, I used to always feel that I was a bit shabby in terms of food and clothing, but as far as I look at it now, people who are truly miserable will never show it easily."

The more Song Nuan thought about it, the more she felt that her deduction was perfect, she nodded slightly and said, "I'm really still too young."

"…puff"

Su Changle was almost at a loss for words, he slammed the steering wheel and turned left, looking like he really wanted to find a place to park and smile seriously for a while.

"In the future, I really want to make up for you."

He took advantage of the long red light period at the next intersection to explain to others, and what he said was broken into pieces with an irresistible smile: "You are really young, why is myopia so severe?"

Song Nuan didn't understand what he was talking about, but she could already sense from the other person's tone that she had probably made some mentally retarded speech again. The awkwardness came up, and she wanted to slap the person on the head: "If you fart, don't let it go!" Sell ​​off."

"Hey, look at how this man is in a hurry when he speaks."

Su Changle easily held his two slender white wrists and pressed them back. Looking over in the dim light inside the car, he felt that his eyes were shining brightly: "You just thought the wrong way, Meng Lian. It’s not that Ranan’s family is too poor.”

"When he was in the apartment, he was wearing a couture top, which may not be available for money."

He raised his eyebrows and looked over: "So, you obviously missed an opportunity to build a relationship with the invisible rich man."

...

Song Nuan's expression management was on the verge of collapse, thinking this is some kind of inspirational dog-blood drama where a rich young man pursues his dreams in the entertainment industry by himself?

"So... what you said before is all false?"

He paused for a long time and still couldn't believe it: "No, what is the purpose of doing this?"

"Maybe I want to work hard on my own, or maybe I broke up with my family."

The light on the front turned green, and Su Changle's eyes flickered plainly: "Of course, it's more likely that you just don't want to say anything. Lying doesn't mean you have to be responsible, the cost is too low."

"The point is, it doesn't do you any good, does it?"

He pouted and still didn't want to understand, but he could see that the other party didn't want to continue this topic that much, so he turned the volume down until he couldn't hear it at all, and closed his mouth while tearing the barb on his hand.

During the next journey, both of them had their own ideas. It had been a long time since Song Nuan had breathed such a dignified air when he was with him, and she frowned and became visibly irritable.

Fortunately, this situation did not last for too long, and the car stopped quickly after turning two more corners.

Su Changle left his seat first, and stood on the snow-covered street to open the door of the co-pilot: "Come down."

"Aren't we going back?"

Song Nuan was very sensitive to the terrain, and soon realized that this was not the apartment downstairs where he had been living, and looked around while unfastening his seat belt.

Su Changle found masks for both of them to cover their faces, and once again took the hand that was one size smaller than himself.

He seemed very satisfied, and after taking a long breath, he asked, "Are you sleepy?"

The party left early, and it didn't seem to be evening now.Song Nuan looked at it like an idiot: "What time is it, of course not."

"That's fine."

Su Changle led him forward, walking very slowly: "I want to take you to the supermarket to buy some things... such as toothbrush kits for couples, ceramic cups and so on."

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Sorry for stopping TAT for so many days, I set a flag here, and I will update it every day from today! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! 【Hope I won't hit you in the face】【Gently kneel down】