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As soon as the gossip about Jiang Cheng and the gay director came out, Weibo and gay groups in the same city immediately quarreled.

A bunch of guys in the gay group in the same city were flying up, screaming whether Jiang Cheng is really gay, or frantically asking him which gay he went to, ready to kill him immediately.

The popularity of Weibo is also rising steadily, and related entries directly climbed to the top of the hot search.

"Jiang Cheng actually knew Bo Ning???"

"No way, is Jiang Cheng really gay???... I'm going to review "Bird of Paradise" [doge]"

"Wait for a company to respond, don't believe rumors and don't spread rumors [smile]"

"Please, our brother Jiang can't be more straight, okay? This trending search is also full of malice for Bo Ning. Gays don't deserve to have same-sex friends? Anyone who hangs out with gays must also be gay?!"

"If it's just friends, it's not good where to go, you have to go gay?"

"Is it really gay? Don't be a paparazzi talking nonsense?"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu my brother Jiang..."

"I think the two of you are going to collaborate soon? Maybe it's just that director Bai wants to go, but Jiang Cheng has to go with him? [laughs and cry]"

There are all kinds of voices on the Internet, and there is a commotion in the evening.

Song Sheng turned around calmly and went up to the second floor.

He didn't enter the lounge either, turned around and leaned against the wall, took out his cell phone and called Jiang Cheng.

There is no doubt that it was turned off. At this time, his mobile phone's messages may have exploded.

Song Sheng turned to call Jiang Shujing again, and when the other person picked up the phone, he hurriedly asked, "Hello? Is that kid Jiang Cheng with you?!"

"...He separated from me in the evening and is not by my side now." Song Sheng rubbed the corners of his eyes.

"Crap, so he's completely missing now?!" Jiang Shujing was so irritable that he dropped the document on the other end, and there was a loud "snap".

Song Sheng asked again: "Where's Bai Ning's contact information, do you have it?"

"Yes, but I can't get through!" Jiang Shujing said angrily, "These two have known each other before, but it's not good where to go, I have to go gay, does this kid really like a guy?! Speaking of which, he lives You didn't do anything to you, did you?"

Song Sheng: "..."

Song Sheng was choked, and after he regained his composure, he said in a calm tone: "If you can still joke around, you still have energy. If that's the case, let's go to the online public relations first. It's fine if the paparazzi didn't take pictures of him again. Maybe he will go back to my place directly." .”

Song Sheng's tone was too calm, so calm that it was a little scary.

Jiang Shujing's anger was completely wiped out by Song Sheng in an instant, he was silent, and said awkwardly: "...He really didn't do anything to you, did he?"

"Jiang Shujing," Song Sheng felt a little amused, "Do I look weak?"

Jiang Shujing: "...uh."

Song Sheng asked slowly: "If Jiang Cheng makes me uncomfortable, do you think I won't do it?"

Jiang Shujing hesitated for a long time, then said in a low voice: "...you used to be very indulgent to him, but there were times when I couldn't bear him, did you ever?"

Song Sheng paused.

Although he was silent, Jiang Shujing didn't dare to push her any further.

He sighed, and said: "... If that kid really goes back to your place, remember to teach him a few words for me, don't be too bottomless with him."

After hanging up the phone, Song Sheng looked at the phone and remained silent.

After a long time, he got up calmly and walked downstairs.

Jiang Shujing's team left the field, but they couldn't make any statement until they found Jiang Cheng's people, because they were afraid that the paparazzi would hold back some tricks for them.

It is also impossible to press the hot search, that is a guilty conscience.

Jiang Shujing could only let people pay attention to the direction of public opinion, and then urged Song Sheng to go home quickly to see if Jiang Cheng had returned.

Song Sheng handed over the bar to the staff, got off work early, and drove back to the apartment.

On the way back, Song Sheng was in a delicate mood.

On the one hand, it was because of the thing he was thinking about before the hot search broke out.

On the other hand, because of what Jiang Shujing said just now...

With all kinds of subtle thoughts, he went straight to the eighteenth floor after arriving at the apartment——

Then I saw a figure in yesterday's black hoodie, mask and peaked cap, opening the door.

Song Sheng stopped, and when Jiang Cheng heard the footsteps, he also turned his head and looked at him.

……

"So, what's going on?"

After entering the door, Song Sheng turned on the air conditioner and asked in a calm tone.

Jiang Cheng sat on the sofa, took off his mask and hat, and calmly said: "He asked me out the day before yesterday. I thought he was just bored and wanted to come out to play. I didn't expect that he broke up with his boyfriend. He dragged me after drinking. Went to that bar."

"So, you were taken there without knowing it?" Song Sheng came to him and asked with folded arms, "How did you come back?"

"After I found out that he was photographed, I called his assistant to pick him up. I took a taxi back and didn't let the paparazzi find out." Jiang Cheng looked at Song Sheng's face.

After Song Sheng listened, he handed over his mobile phone and said, "Contact your second uncle."

Jiang Cheng pursed his lips, and explained: "A lot of news came suddenly just now, so I can only turn off my phone—"

"I know," Song Sheng's tone has softened, "I'm not blaming you, your second uncle is looking for you very urgently, and we have to find you before we can decide how to do public relations. You should call him first."

After making sure that Song Sheng was really not angry, Jiang Cheng picked up the phone.

While Jiang Cheng was chatting with Jiang Shujing, Song Sheng turned around and went to the kitchen to pour a glass of milk, and rubbed the corners of his eyes again.

Jiang Shujing was right, he probably really had no bottom line for Jiang Cheng.

He couldn't teach a lesson, and he didn't feel that Jiang Cheng had made a big mistake in this matter.

Maybe it was a little careless, but in the end, it was just to accompany a friend who was broken in love. The problem was the paparazzi who invaded privacy and kept pace, didn't it?

Song Sheng returned to the living room with the milk, and heard Jiang Shujing's loud voice of admonition coming from the receiver of the mobile phone.

Jiang Cheng listened silently with his head down. It was rare for him to restrain his rebelliousness at this moment.

Song Sheng put down the water glass and picked up the phone.

Jiang Shujing didn't know that there was a change of people here, and he was still cursing: "Do you think he is drunk, why don't you send him back immediately and let him go crazy? You don't know how crazy that kid can be when he is drunk? You just took it yesterday. Don't you know that there are so many eyes staring at you after winning the Best Actor Award? How old are you?"

Song Sheng interrupted him calmly: "Haven't you finished cursing?"

Jiang Shujing: "——you are 25 years old, aren't you 15 years old? You——"

His reflex arc came rather sluggishly, and suddenly got stuck there.

Song Sheng asked gently: "If the PR is short of money, I can help you."

Jiang Shujing: "...I, uh, no..."

Song Sheng signaled Jiang Cheng to drink the milk to sober up.

Jiang Cheng was silent, and obediently picked up the cup to drink milk.

And Song Sheng said softly to Jiang Shujing: "For the sake of the netizens, let them go to bed early after issuing the statement, Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Shujing: "..."

Jiang Shujing held his breath, feeling extremely aggrieved.

He said solemnly: "Song Sheng, spoiling is wrong."

After Jiang Cheng finished drinking the milk, he looked up at Song Sheng.

Jiang Shujing's voice was much lower, and after a short distance, Jiang Cheng didn't know what Jiang Shujing said.

He only heard the man say casually:

"It's so spoiled, I'll take care of it."

Jiang Cheng paused.

Song Sheng hung up the phone and said to him: "After drinking, go take a shower and rest early."

Jiang Cheng looked at him deeply, rolled his Adam's apple, and said, "...I want to contact Bo Ning again to make sure he's home. Brother Sheng, go take a shower first, and lend me your phone later." Is it okay for a while?"

"Okay," Song Sheng said to him very casually, "Then I'll go first, don't think too much about tonight, you know?"

"……Um."

Song Sheng took a change of clothes and went into the bathroom. It took several seconds for Jiang Cheng to look away from the direction where his back disappeared, got up, and walked to the balcony of the living room.

He called Assistant Park Lane, who said they had arrived home safely.

Bo Ning is the director, he has no agent, and he doesn't name any company. He only opened a studio, and Bo Ning himself is the boss.

Although the boss is not too drunk to pass out now, he is obviously in a state of being unable to get up to make a statement, and the public relations assistant doesn't know what to do.

Jiang Cheng said, "Give him your cell phone first, and ask him to come and answer the call."

After hanging up the call, he called Jiang Shujing again instead.

Jiang Shujing was so busy that he didn't expect Song Sheng to call him again. When he answered, he wondered, "Hello? Song Sheng? What else can you do?"

"Second uncle, it's me," Jiang Cheng said.

On the other end, Jiang Shujing came to his senses, frowned, and was about to ask him what he was doing on the phone again, when he heard his nephew, who was hard to figure out, say in a low voice: "Sorry, I caused you trouble tonight."

"After the statement is drafted, can you show it to me before sending it out?"

……

After Song Sheng came out of the shower, Jiang Cheng immediately went into the bathroom.

Jiang Cheng put the mobile phone on the coffee table in the living room. Song Sheng picked it up and went back to the room. After closing the door, he lay on the bed and glanced at Weibo.

10 minutes ago, Star Entertainment Media issued a statement.

The statement didn't explain too much. It said that Jiang Cheng and Bo Ning have been friends for many years. Tonight is just a simple gathering. I hope everyone will not spread out at random and leave some privacy for the two. As for the stalker who took the sneak shot, they will investigate the relevant legal liability.

Then Bo Ning reposted it on Weibo, saying: "I'm not in a good mood tonight, thank you brother for being with me all night. As for @星星小蓝, next time if you have the ability, don't sneak a photo, just come up to interview me [cute][cute][ cute]"

"Xingxing Xiaolan" was the paparazzi who first exposed this matter.

Park Ning's hot temper, the whole network is very clear, but the behavior of directly attacking the other party and mocking him still caused an uproar among all netizens.

And Bo Ning's meaning was very clear, Jiang Cheng was indeed the one to play with tonight.

The wind of public opinion changed immediately.

"So I've said it, gay can't have normal same-sex friends? [smiles]"

"Bai Ning and Jiang Cheng are really miserable. Just going out for a drink will be discussed on the Internet like this. All kinds of guesses, all netizens have nothing to do, right?"

"Yxh with rhythm is waiting for the defendant!!"

"Well, whisper, the statement didn't mention whether Jiang Cheng is gay or not..."

"I'm laughing so hard, why do you have to explain whether your sexual orientation is male or female? Is liking a man a crime?"

"One thing to say, so what if Jiang Cheng is really gay? I like him because I like his movies. As for his love life, it's his privacy. It has nothing to do with me or any netizens, right? "

"That's right, Jiang Cheng is not the kind of traffic that depends on fans to make a living... emmmmm, everyone should take care of yourself."

"After thinking about this statement for 10 minutes, I think Jiang Cheng is gay."

"The paparazzi is dead, the marketing account is dead."

Song Sheng glanced at the hot search square, and then looked back at the statement issued by Star Entertainment Media.

Although I feel that some wording can be improved, but this is Jiang Shujing's own company's business after all.

Song Sheng has no position to intervene in the statement issued by him.

Anyway, generally speaking, this emergency was resolved.

Thinking of this, Song Sheng's gaze returned to a certain netizen's comment.

"Well, whisper, the statement didn't mention whether Jiang Cheng is gay or not..."

Song Sheng stared at the line of words.

Suddenly, there were two "clicks", and the bedroom door was knocked.

Song Sheng paused, raised his eyes, fell silent for a while, turned the phone over and put it on the quilt, and said, "Come in."

The door is opened.

Jiang Cheng was still wearing the pajamas that Song Sheng found out for him yesterday.

His hair was not completely dried, there were still some water stains on the ends of the hair, and his black hair was quite messy.

Strange to say, Jiang Cheng's pupil color is light coffee, so light that it has a bit of exotic color, as clear as glass, so that when he first debuted, many people mistakenly thought he was wearing color contact lenses, but this is his True eye color.

And his hair was as black as ink, and when it was stained by water droplets, it looked like a blurred ink painting.

Coupled with his cold and white complexion, the contrast is astonishingly sharp, and this extreme color difference often makes people unable to take their eyes off.

Some people say that the bathing river is the most beautiful scenery in the world.

When Song Sheng saw this comment on the Internet, recalling the young boy who followed him, he couldn't help laughing, but it wasn't incomprehensible.

Just looking at this handsome man who has already matured and tall at this moment...

Song Sheng seemed to have a new understanding of that comment suddenly.

... At the same time as he recognized this far-fetched matter, a certain premonition arose in his heart.

Song Sheng heard himself asking in his usual gentle voice: "What's wrong?"

Just as he expected.

The man standing at the door said slowly: "The air conditioner in the guest room seems to be broken."

The flow of air seemed to slow down instantly.

Song Sheng flexed his fingers.

"Can't open?"

"Well, I also tried the remote control in the living room. It doesn't work. It shouldn't be the problem with the remote control, but the air conditioner is broken." Jiang Cheng glanced at the remote control beside Song Sheng's bed, "Change to the one in your room." The remote should be the same."

After finishing speaking, Jiang Cheng stared at Song Sheng, tilted his head, and said, "So—"

"Brother Sheng, can I sleep in your room tonight?"

Song Sheng didn't speak.

He didn't speak, and Jiang Cheng just waited like this, without the slightest impatience.

During this moment, Song Sheng couldn't tell how many things were going through his head.

He smiled and moved his lips: "It seems that I have to call the maintenance master tomorrow?"

"Well," Jiang Cheng said in a smooth manner, "I hope he can fix it quickly."

Song Sheng narrowed his eyes.

Jiang Cheng didn't look away, and his face was always very calm.

His psychological quality has improved a lot compared to seven years ago.

... Song Sheng exhaled lightly, shook his chin, and signaled Jiang Cheng to come in.

Jiang Cheng walked in immediately, closed the door, went straight to the other side of Song Sheng, and sat on the bed.

Song Sheng looked at his still wet hair, and said softly, "Why don't you blow dry your hair?"

"Don't sleep so fast, I'll be done in a while."

Song Sheng put the phone on the bedside table, then picked up the book he read before going to bed recently, turned to the page where the bookmark was inserted, and said, "Blow dry before going to sleep, otherwise it will be bad for your health."

Jiang Cheng paused, and then responded in a low voice: "Yes."

Jiang Cheng played with his mobile phone, while Song Sheng read a book.

The bedroom was very quiet, and the two of them seemed to be in peace.

5 minute later.

Song Sheng asked without raising his head, "Aren't you afraid of me?"

This question came suddenly.

Jiang Cheng was taken aback, turned to look at him, narrowed his eyes and said, "Why are you afraid of you?"

"Because the person who drugged you last night was also gay?" Song Sheng said gently while reading the book.

Jiang Cheng's face became a little ugly, and he asked back, "Can that person be compared with you?"

Song Sheng turned a page and stopped there.

Jiang Cheng opened his mouth, but looking at Song Sheng's calm profile, he swallowed the words back.

He took a deep breath and said calmly: "The incident last night has nothing to do with the other party's gender, I just hate that kind of behavior."

Song Sheng did not respond immediately.

When he didn't speak, Jiang Cheng kept staring at him. Song Sheng could feel his gaze, after all, he was so close.

Song Sheng finally opened his lips and asked again: "It's been so many years, haven't you made any other good friends in the circle?"

"Yes, Bo Ning is." Jiang Cheng seemed to have guessed what Song Sheng meant, frowned, and the answer he blurted out was almost straightforward, "But they are all different from you."

——So he will never go to anyone else, so last night, he will only come to him alone.

"..."

Song Sheng fell into silence, as if in a trance.

He held the book lightly, his slender fingers did not move for a long time.

His appearance fell into Jiang Cheng's eyes. At first, Jiang Cheng was a little irritable and didn't understand what happened to Song Sheng, but after a while, he suddenly glanced at the book in Song Sheng's hand, as if he realized something.

Jiang Cheng's body froze.

After a while, he clenched his hands, raised his eyes, stared straight at Song Sheng, and said: "...I can't read the book, why don't I just stop reading it?"

Jiang Cheng's voice has a metallic texture, cold, but also very sexy. Sometimes listening to him, it's like being pinched by him.

Song Sheng closed the book, turned his head to look at the man, and laughed out of his chest.

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