After the divorce, the salted fish beauty has a cub

Qiantang TV Station launched a live variety show on the Internet, inviting popular figures from all walks of life to perform live as guests. It is a stage for singing and live interviews, and interacts with the audience immediately. In recent years, many netizens have appeared on the Internet. The stalk of the Tao can be regarded as a popular program nowadays.

Gu Jian submitted a resume and got a post-sounding job for the online version of this variety show. There was no way, the variety show paid a lot of money.

His belly started to look pregnant, and when he looked in the mirror after taking a shower, his belly was bulging and round with a small bulge, and the original texture and lines were all gone, and he looked like he had gained weight.

Gu Jian changed into a loose hoodie, and his shoes were half a size bigger than before. In the past few days, his ankles were swollen and his calves were swollen. Thin and swollen, others can't see it.

The working place is in the radio and television center. On the first day when he arrived in the building, he easily became acquainted. All the older sisters in the same group, I liked him when I saw him, and I became enthusiastic at work instantly.

On the first day of work, the department did not arrange a job for him, but gave him a brief introduction of the variety show and guests to let him know about the show.

Gu Jian was sitting at his work station looking through the documents. He hadn't cut his hair for a while. His half-length black hair almost reached his shoulders and was casually tied with a rubber band. A few strands fell loose and lazy on his forehead. It's inevitable for a man with such long hair. He doesn't look sloppy, he looks clean and clean, he really looks like a cold artist.

The new colleagues gathered around the table intentionally or unintentionally, asking some questions, asking for his information.

Gu Jian made a few perfunctory "hmm" and didn't pay much attention to people. A familiar face appeared in the brochure. He quickly browsed through Muro's information, "Murro?"

"Do you like Muro?"

The colleague gave a thumbs up exaggeratedly, "You have really good taste, and I like Muro too, may I ask him for an autographed photo for you?"

Gu Jian closed the booklet, leaned back on the back of the chair, and resigned himself to fate.

Today is the official recording day for Muro. He is a professional pianist and doesn’t know much about variety shows. Watching variety shows and recording variety shows are two completely different things, because it’s a live show. Qi's cameras stared at him, fanatic fans confessed naked/naked in the barrage, and the director kept asking questions like a machine gun.

Muro seems to have stepped from the palace of art into the bombarded electronic battlefield, and the experience is terrible.

In the first hour of the recording, he already regretted taking over the variety show, and began to think about paying liquidated damages.

When Muro walked into the Qiantang Radio and Television Center, a group of squatting journalists and media surrounded him, and the crowd was tight. The security guards tried their best to maintain order, and there were endless questions, only a few sharp words could be heard.

"Aren't you going to stop playing the piano? Do you make a living on variety shows?"

"The pianist came to participate in the live variety show, do you think this is not doing his job properly?"

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Muro appeared with a black line on his head, answered a few questions briefly, and dragged the crowd forward, catching up with the company's lunch break. There were crowds of spectators in the hall. Many people took out their mobile phones to take pictures and recorded The arrival of the pianist.

Suddenly, Muro caught a glimpse of a familiar figure in the crowd, a slender, tall and thin man, holding a bottle of milk in his hand, drinking with his head down, while walking into the aisle, everyone's eyes were fixed on Muro, except He turned a blind eye and went about his business methodically.

He didn't walk fast, but walked slowly and leisurely. Muro stared straight at his back, not sure if he was wrong.

The figure of the man was about to disappear in the depths of the passage, Muro took a deep breath, suddenly stretched out his hand to push aside the chattering reporters, and strode away amidst the exclamation of the crowd.

The cameraman hurriedly followed, but Muro had long legs and ran so fast that he couldn't catch up with the camera carrying dozens of kilograms. The live broadcast room only saw a swaying picture, and Muro's figure disappeared into the darkness deep in the passage inside.

The stunned crowd was left behind.

In the depths of the passage is a closed utility room, empty of people, Muro rushed to the empty space, he immediately turned up the stairs in the aisle next to him, and was about to climb the stairs to find one after another, when a familiar voice sounded unexpectedly behind him. the sound of--

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Muro turned his head back in shock, Gu Jian loosely folded his arms, leaning his back against the railing of the stairs, the bright light from above his head poured down, making his brows and eyes clear and distinct, indifferent and beautiful, and the years did not leave any traces on him , It's just that the high-spirited publicity is gone, and it looks tired and lacks energy.

After half a minute, Muro could still hear his heart pounding. This bad variety show trip suddenly became wonderful, and he murmured: "It's really you..."

Gu Jian nodded lightly, and said in a calm tone, "You go back to record the show first, I'll wait for you outside the radio station, and treat you to dinner later."

The long-cherished wish of many years came true in an instant, Muro would not be willing to go back and continue recording the show, and now his mind is full of various questions that he wants to ask Gu Jian.

Gu Jian said slowly and relaxedly like an old friend meeting: "If you don't go back, you will be on the headlines in a while, and the media will arrange you arbitrarily. I can't run away here, so we can talk about it later."

There was a convincing force in him, Muro calmed down instantly, and smiled brightly at him, "Okay, see you later."

Gu Jian waved his hand, watched Muro's figure leave, twisted away the milk bottle in his hand, swallowed the milk, lowered his head and sighed softly.

trouble.

Muro, who caused an uproar, returned to the hall and chose decent reasons to explain Cai Cai's weird behavior. Finally, no major problems were caused. The audience in the live broadcast room thought it was the program effect of the column, and joked about the ghost director.

Muro answered the question absent-mindedly, which was much better than the impatient attitude just now. He became calm all of a sudden. No matter how provocative the reporter's question was, he didn't care. As long as he could download the broadcast quickly, what did he say? all will do.

The live broadcast dragged on for an hour, and after the end, Muro went straight to the square outside the radio station, and met Gu Jian smoothly in a remote corner.

The excitement of the long-lost reunion couldn't be overstated, and there was also a bit of homely embarrassment. Muro didn't even know Bane's real name, whether he was married, whether he was in a relationship, and why he didn't sing.

Gu Jian couldn't stand his staring eyes, so he said calmly, "Just tell me what you have."

Muro thought about it and asked, "Why don't you sing anymore?"

"Singing has no future." Gu Jian took out his phone and picked a nearby restaurant, "Let's go, I'll treat you to dinner."

The environment of the restaurant is elegant, the box is next to the window by the river, Muro sat down cautiously, and the prodigal son on the piano on the stage looked like a young daughter-in-law who had just entered the door. Ever since he tried to commit suicide in the Garden of Eden and was taken home by his parents, he felt vaguely sorry for Gu Jian, I was freed, and left my friend in the devil's lair without saying a word, and ignored him for so many years.

Muro set the curtain call performance at Yu Ning, with a sense of redemption in it. Now that he has achieved fame, he can share the glory with his friends, proving that they are not the trash that Song Liang said.

Gu Jian turned over the upside-down cup, poured two cups of tea smoothly, pushed one cup to Mu Luo, and said casually, "It happened 800 years ago, don't think about it anymore."

Relieved, Muro took a sip from the water glass, "Are you married?" "I'm divorced," Gu Jian said.

Muro coughed a few times, choked on the water, squinted and Gu Jian calmly said, "Divorce is normal now, and a friend of mine is getting divorced recently."

Gu Jian asked calmly, "What friend?"

In order to ease the awkward atmosphere, Muro thought for a moment and said, "Cheng Xijue, who is invested by Frey, is divorcing his wife recently."

Gu Jian asked with great interest, "Are you guys familiar?"

Muro nodded with a smile, "When I played abroad, he often came to my concerts. I have known him for many years. He is the kind of rare rich man. He is modest, upright, and very gentlemanly. How do you treat him? interested in?"

"curious."

Gu Jian discovered that Cheng Xijue had a good image in the eyes of others, but he was the only one who didn't behave by his side.

Muro touched the tip of his nose, lowered his head and pretended to order, "What about you? What kind of person is your ex-wife or ex-husband?"

"Ex-husband." Gu Jian peeled off the chopsticks and said without thinking, "Arrogant, bitter, and good at disguising."

It was the exact opposite of Cheng Xijue that Muro described.

Muro pondered for a few seconds, "Fortunately, you are divorced, such a person is really scary."

Gu Jian raised his head and looked at him with a smile in his eyes.

Muro turned his head and stared at the bright and clear tattoo on the side of his ear, "Your tattoo is very beautiful, is it a desert rose? What does it mean?"

Gu Jian touched his ear and said casually, "We live to die."

Cheng Xijue walked into the gravity company building, went straight upstairs, pushed open the door with Director Gu's signboard, the office was quiet, and a faint fragrance wafted in the air.

Gu Jian didn't have any personal belongings, and the desk was always empty, with a thin layer of dust on the desktop. Cheng Xijue opened the drawer, and the earphones and gloves were gone, and the drawer was empty.

He stretched out his hand to wipe the dust, and slowly rubbed it on his fingertips, "How long has it been since Director Gu came to the company?"

The general manager was terrified, hesitantly said: "It seems to be more than ten days."

Cheng Xijue took out a piece of paper and slowly wiped the dust off his fingers, "How many days are more than ten days?"

"Eleven days." The secretary walked in and answered cautiously.

Cheng Xijue lowered his eyes and wiped his palms repeatedly, "The executives of the company have not come to work for eleven days, do you all find something wrong?"

If it's other employees, they can prepare to write a resignation report if they don't go to work for a day, but Gu Jian is the minister appointed by Lawyer Song, and he said in front of everyone in the company that the working hours are not fixed.

Gu Jian did not come to the company from time to time, and it was normal not to go to work for several days.

It wasn't until Cheng Xijue asked that the general manager felt that he hadn't come to work this time for a long time. Reminiscent of the last time in the elevator when Gu Jian said he was going to resign, the general manager was sweating coldly on his bald head, and he evaded: "President Cheng, the company resigned." There is a process, I have never seen Director Gu's resignation letter..."

Cheng Xijue crushed the paper ball in his hand and threw it into the trash can, "Go back and check your mailbox."

After a while, the general manager came back with a sad face, "Eleven days ago, Director Gu did send me a resignation letter by e-mail, which is supposed to be in paper form, which is inappropriate—"

"You go out." Cheng Xijue interrupted him coldly.

The general manager and secretary quietly exited and locked the door.

Cheng Xijue stood in the deserted room for a while, pulled out the chair and sat on the seat where Gu Jian used to be. Before Gu Jian left the private house, he was not in a hurry. With the line of the Gravity Company, Gu Jian was within his control after all. You can find him anytime you want.

But now that Gu Jian has left Gravity Company, he is inexplicably anxious. Even though he knows that Gu Jian has no friends, he either hangs out with Yan Qingying, or returns to Yu Xiao's shelter. After checking these two people, he can finally find Gu Jian trail.

If Gu Jian didn't live in Yan Qingying's house, and didn't live in a shelter, where else could he find Gu Jian?

Cheng Xijue suddenly realized that the relationship between them was too shallow, so shallow that a divorce agreement and a letter of resignation could cut it off.

If Gu Jian is determined to avoid him and hide in a hidden place, unless he uses his special relationship, he really has nothing to do with Gu Jian.

Cheng Xijue raised his head and rubbed the back of his sore neck, but there was nothing he could do. He had Gu Jian's WeChat, and he hadn't sent a single message since the divorce.

He took out his phone and clicked on the portrait on the gray painted wall. The last message was that he cared about Gu Jian's health and urged him to eat well. Now it's ridiculous.

Cheng Xijue tapped the screen a few times with his fingertips, and quickly typed a line: Who did you impregnate?has resigned?Where is the person?

The tone was as blunt as if he was interrogating a criminal. Cheng Xijue deleted the first two questions. As long as he knew where Gu Jianren was, the previous questions would be solved once they met.

He clicked send, the phone flashed, and Gu Jian replied in seconds.

[CXJ: Where is the person? ]

[The message was sent but rejected by the recipient. ]

Cheng Xijue was stunned for a few seconds, his eyes were gloomy and hard, and he suddenly sneered.

It seems that Gu Jian had planned long ago and disappeared without a trace after the divorce.

At the same time, WeChat vibrated again, and Muro's new news popped up——

"I found Bane."

Cheng Xijue closed the phone coldly. What a coincidence, just as his partner lost it, Muro found Bane on the other end.