kiss goodnight

The Cranberry Music Festival was broadcast live simultaneously by provincial TV stations, news clients, some large screens in urban areas, and three video websites. Suddenly, "Mage" was pushed to the real-time hot reports of major search engines and Weibo by the soaring click data. is continuing to move higher.

Returning to the backstage lounge, through the corridor and the door panel, the screams outside could still be heard. The other four people were either standing or crouching, busy reading messages with their mobile phones in their hands. Jiang Yi quietly sat in a corner, holding a Lightphone in his hand. Seconds later, the phone screen turned on, and he pressed the answer button: "Wen Ke."

"Don't come out yet, people haven't left yet." Wen Ke said amidst the chaos and noise, "I'll drive back to the hotel, and I'll pick you up later."

"Okay." Hearing Wen Ke's voice, Jiang Yi'an slumped his tense shoulders, avoided his teammates, and asked in a low voice, "Am I doing okay?"

The sea breeze blowing towards Half Moon Bay was getting stronger, and it poured directly into the phone, but Jiang Yi'an still caught Wen Ke's laughter: "Why are you so unconfident in yourself all of a sudden?"

Jiang Yi'an said: "I just want to get your affirmation."

Wen Ke: "The gift is ready."

Jiang Yi'an asked in surprise: "Is there really a reward?"

The scene was chaotic, and the two disconnected without saying a few words. Jiang Yi'an put away his mobile phone steadily, and looked up at the white wall. His skin was still hot, and the residual heat of the music festival had not dissipated from his body.

The Grass Python band left the stage and came to visit, Qiao Nan happily embraced Jiang Yi'an, and the atmosphere in the house was as lively as the Chinese New Year.

In the Coconut Crystal Hotel, Su Qi replayed Mage's performance while eating watermelon, and couldn't help admiring: "It's really awesome."

Qu Xingzhou recorded three short videos and sent them to Moments: "Make my blood boil."

Wei Feng swiped his thumb up, and several music bloggers were discussing Mage's return: "The online comments are quite optimistic at the moment."

Su Qing looked at Wen Ke who was standing by the window with a cigarette between her lips: "Xiao Ke, you didn't bring Xiao An up, so you have something to tell us."

Wen Ke was condescending, overlooking the gradually quiet Half Moon Bay, squinted his eyes and squeezed out the cigarette, and let out a long breath: "As the band returns to the public eye, what happened in Yi'an's past will definitely regenerate public opinion."

Wei Feng hovered with his fingertips, frowned and said: "There are marketing accounts starting to smear."

Su Qing asked keenly: "The movement is so fast, could it be that someone is behind the scenes?"

Wen Ke lowered his head and flicked the cigarette ash: "Who do you think doesn't want to see Mage the most?"

"Of course it's 'Huafeng'." Qu Xingzhou answered, "Jiang Yi'an was banned, and the band failed to reorganize. As a result, Mage skipped them and went directly to the most famous music festival in China. peak' face?"

Su Qi: "Young Master Wen, I'm really curious, can I ask how much you spent?"

The smile on Wen Ke's face was not obvious, and he didn't answer, Su Qing asked again: "So what plan do you have? Do you want to fight a public relations battle?"

Wen Ke said indifferently: "I want them to shut up forever."

"It's easy." Su Qi patted his thigh, "What is the market value of 'Huafeng'?"

Qu Xingzhou quickly reported a series of numbers, and Su Qi stared wide-eyed: "My god, is a broken entertainment company so valuable?"

Wei Feng interjected: "No matter how rich you are, don't touch this piece of meat. Be careful to get dirty. They have been doing illegal things for so many years and have been safe and sound. There is no one behind them."

Su Qing: "Xiao Ke, have you found out who is helping 'Hua Feng'?"

Wen Ke said seriously: "'Shengwei'."

Su Qi obediently nestled into the sofa and continued to eat the melon rind.

Su Qing raised her jaw towards Wen Ke: "Since Xiao An is yours, what can we do for him?"

The four people in the room turned their gazes to the window together, and the moonlight elongated Wen Ke's slanted shadow cast on the ground. He wiped out the cigarette butt with his fingers, and his eyes looked extremely unpleasant: "'Ming Rong's next shareholder meeting will be held soon. It's almost here, Su Qing, as a legal shareholder with more than 10% of the shares of Sissel Wine Industry, I need you to write me a power of attorney..."

After receiving a call from Wen Ke, Jiang Yi'an put on his mask and stepped away from the stage. He saw the car parked by the side of the road at a glance. The eye-catching pigeon's blood red had a glamorous luster in the night. He walked over quickly. The fans who left the field recognized him, then trotted all the way, bent into the co-pilot, the headlights came on, Wen Ke kicked the accelerator to speed up quickly, and the Maybach disappeared at the end of the road in a blink of an eye.

Jiang Yi breathed a sigh of relief and returned to Wen Ke's side, finally able to completely relax physically and mentally.Wen Ke raised his hand and kneaded his earlobe, and said softly, "Did Lin Ye leave?"

"Let's go." Jiang Yi'an closed his eyes, put his cheek against Wen Ke's hot palm, and asked, "Should we go home directly?"

Wen Ke: "Do you have any other places you want to go?"

Jiang Yi'an shook his head: "I only want you to guard me."

Facing the overwhelming comments on the Internet, Jiang Yi'an refrained from browsing. He was still timid, afraid, and afraid of seeing the criticism he had suffered. He knew very well that since he chose this path again, some experiences were inevitable. During the period when the topic was constantly fermenting, he just wanted to stay with Wen Ke quietly.

Near the toll station of Jingbei Expressway, there are many vehicles, stop and go, Wen Ke turned his head to look at Jiang Yi'an several times, and found that his eyes were empty, one hand was unconsciously resting on his thigh, and his fingertips occasionally curled inward .

Wen Ke: "Yi'an."

Jiang Yi'an lowered his eyelashes: "Huh?"

Wen Ke said, "Sleep for a while if you're sleepy."

Jiang Yi'an: "I'm not sleepy."

Wen Ke: "Be obedient, put down the back of the chair, and take a good rest."

Jiang Yi'an raised his eyes and looked ahead: "Driving is very hard, I want to accompany you."

Wen Ke tapped his index finger on the steering wheel regularly, paused for a moment, and said, "You won't have time to sleep when you get home."

Jiang Yi'an turned his face away when he heard the words, his sleepy eyes were covered with haze, he laughed lightly, without saying a word, and quietly moved his hand under Wen Ke's abdomen for half a minute.

Wen Ke: "..."

When the car was driving smoothly on the highway, Jiang Yi'an couldn't resist the drowsiness after all, and fell asleep exhaustedly.He opened his eyes slowly until he felt a light shroud his body. The sky was getting bright, they had already returned to Jingnan City, and the Maybach had just got off the Changjiang Bridge.When the consciousness was fully awake, the surrounding scenery was unfamiliar. Jiang Yi'an realized that this was not the road to the Moli Community. When the street turned and the line of sight folded, a group of rich villas clearly appeared in front of him.

On the rockery at the door, there are two large gilt characters engraved with strong strokes: Yuyuan.

With a "ding" sound from the recognizer, the gate lever is raised, and the rich summer scenery spreads all over the entire courtyard. In the spacious space, a courtyard is surrounded by greenery. roses.

Wen Ke parked the Maybach into the courtyard, and Jiang Yi'an got out of the car with a crooked body, and stood in a daze in front of the white double-storey villa.After closing the door and locking the car, Wen Ke slowly walked behind him and said softly, "This is a reward for you."

Jiang Yi'an felt that it was unreal, and frowned, "Wen Ke, you..."

Wen Ke: "Stretch out your hand."

Jiang Yi'an looked up at him, and opened his palms dully, Wen Ke put the keys of the Maybach into his hands: "One car, one house, your betrothal gift."

Jiang Yi'an held back his sore nose and digested the complicated thoughts in his head. He was speechless for a while, and let Wen Ke walk into the villa with his shoulders. Suddenly, he stopped, not expecting to be happy too early. Surprises are yet to come.

There is no living room, dining room, or kitchen on the first floor, all of which are concentrated in a small room on the second floor, which is about the size of their rental house.Jiang Yi'an stared straight at the two connected rooms, but he couldn't be sure that it turned out to be the control room and recording studio that he was all too familiar with.

Surrounded by masonry soundproof walls and sound-absorbing curtains, the sealed glass windows give a glimpse of the internal equipment and decoration, such as sound cards, monitor speakers, condenser microphones, mixers, etc. Jiang Yian stared at them blankly, and when he came back to his senses, The man has stood in the recording room covered with brown floors, he caresses the Limic and the music stand, his face is full of disbelief.

Wen Ke gestured to Jiang Yi'an outside, signaling him to put on the headphones.Jiang Yi'an kept his eyes on Wen Ke, and quickly put on the earphones, and the other party's voice rang in his ears cleanly: "Try the sound, how does it work?"

Jiang Yi'an happily gave a thumbs up.

Reluctantly leaving the recording studio, Jiang Yi'an still hadn't returned to reality from the surprise. He squeezed Wen Ke's hand and asked, "How did you think of it?"

Wen Ke replied frankly: "Actually, I'm a little narrow-minded."

Jiang Yi'an was puzzled: "Careful?"

Wen Ke: "You spend most of your time in the recording studio writing lyrics and composing music. I want you to work without distractions, and I want to surround you."

Jiang Yi'an looked at him with emotion.

Wen Ke said: "This is your 'studio', you can be with your music as you like."

Burying his face into Wen Ke's chest and rubbing his eyes, Jiang Yi'an stepped up the steps to the second floor. There was a room on the left and right sides of the stairs. The layout on the left was similar to that of a rental house, and the Xiangyang room on the right was a bedroom for two people.

Pushing open the door, the smell of sunshine hits the face, the sheer curtain flutters with the wind in front of the window, the bright light pours on the floor, and the three-tiered wooden shelf leaning against the wall is full of Mage's singles and albums.

It was only when Jiang Yi'an got closer that he realized that these were Wen Ke's treasures for ten years.

Picking out an unfamiliar one from a row of transparent plastic cases, Jiang Yi'an said in surprise, "You even have limited edition specials?"

Wen Ke leaned against the platform with folded arms, his pupils reflected Jiang Yi'an's exquisite facial features, and he answered frankly, "For the signature."

Jiang Yi'an smiled and said, "Everyone belongs to you now."

Wen Ke licked his lips and couldn't help but said, "Not yet."

The colorful light and shadow through the window fell at the feet, and the album in his hand was taken away. Before Jiang Yi'an could react in the future, Wen Ke hugged him horizontally. The two passed the flowers and plants blooming by the wall, and fell into the soft and comfortable mattress together .

After a long time, before there was any movement, Jiang Yi'an patted Wen Ke's back hesitantly, a little worried: "Are you sleepy after staying up all night and taking another long distance?"

The answer was known before the words were over, and the strong heartbeat in the chest denied it.

Wen Ke said clearly: "Singer Jiang recalls memories, does he still owe me a lot of 'thanks'?"

Jiang Yi'an rubbed his fingers into his hair: "How can Officer Wen want me to pay it back?"

With scorching panting/breathing against his ears, Wen Ke said, "Let's pay it off in one lump sum today."

The ear bones were itchy, the heart was hot and unbearable, and the frequency of chest heaving increased, Jiang Yi'an joked with him with a trace of remaining reason: "Why, don't you plan to be a 'gentleman' to me anymore?"

With his arms resting on the side of Jiang Yi'an's face, Wen Ke looked at him very close, the affection in his eyes was clear at a glance.Jiang Yi'an couldn't bear such a hot gaze, his breathing became heavier slowly, his body became soft under the exposed/bone gaze, he was wearing Wen Ke's shirt, he unbuttoned two shirts slightly, his white shoulders were exposed from the wide neckline / Emotionally revealed.

Wen Ke asked: "Singer Jiang, do you want to be the one above?"

The voice was too gentle, Jiang Yi'an's heart skipped a beat, and he was dazed for a second, his thin wrists were clasped by Wen Ke with one hand, and when they were raised above his head, he suddenly realized that this question was Wen Ke's last words to himself. A little hypocritical "gentleman".

The silky waistline of the fabric fades to the end.

Jiang Yi'an had never seen Wen Ke lose control.

Now, he has not only seen it, but also experienced it.

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