The man who was reading the book realized that someone had come in, looked up and took off his headphones while whispering, "Get up."

"I haven't finished calling." The man playing with his cell phone whispered in a coquettish manner.

The next moment, his cell phone was confiscated. He muttered and had to turn over and stand up.

Gong Yingxian frowned and vaguely realized that the atmosphere between the two people was unusual.

This was the first time Ren Yi looked at Song Juhan up close, and he was stunned.

Song Juhan's mother is a Chinese-German mixed-race supermodel, so he has one-quarter of Aryan blood, with very dark pupils and hair color, and very white skin. His facial features combine the depth of Western style and the mystery of Chinese style, which is extremely handsome.

Coupled with a blurred and lazy voice, superior creative ability, and the background of the Prince of Song Media, it became popular all over Asia as soon as it debuted.

Compared to this aggressive beauty, the man next to Song Juhan was a little ordinary.

In fact, he also has three courts and five eyes. Zhou Zheng is handsome, tall and slender, with a steady and heavy temperament, but he is very serious from his hairstyle to his clothes. The two should have gone in a completely different direction, just like a strong wine and ancient tea, but they are mixed together, but they seem to be able to be warm and harmonious with each other.

It seems like this should be born.

Ren Yi could guess who this man was. Before Song Juhan announced his withdrawal last year, he dominated the news list for at least one month. It is said that it was for a man named "Why". Although Song Media even sent a lawyer's letter to refute the rumors, Song Juhan did not publicly admit it, even people like him who never pay attention to entertainment news know it, and the degree of communication can be imagined.

When I saw it today, it was true, and Song Juhan seemed to have no intention of avoiding it.

Although Ren Yi admired this guy and thought that this person was really a shocking love species, he now had no other thoughts except regret. If he had known this, he would never have brought Gong Yingxian in with him. If he were to see something, would it evoke Gong Yingxian's bad memories...

Song Juhan and Ren Yi showed a professional smile: "Hello, Captain Ren, thank you for your hard work."

"Ah, that's right." Ren Yi came to his senses, "Sorry, Teacher Song, have you bothered?"

"No, it's still early." Song Juhan's eyes were always on Gong Yingxian. He raised his eyebrows slightly and looked up and down wantonly, "This one is..."

Gong Yingxian's complexion became colder and he was a little impatient.

"He is my colleague." Ren Yi said.

Song Juhan didn't believe it very much: "Really?"

"Really."

"Are you interested in becoming a star?" Song Juhan shouted, "Xiao Song, come on."

A fat white man ran over and said, "Brother Han."

"Have you ever seen such a handsome firefighter?" Song Juhan pointed to Gong Yingxian, "What a great gimmick."

"Wow." Komatsu glanced at Gong Yingxian, and his face began to shiny. "Wow, so handsome! Hello, hello, I am Brother Han's agent, this is my business card. Do you want to consider signing our company?"

Gong Yingxian looked at the business card handed over by Komatsu, and had no intention of reaching out.

Ren Yi quickly took over the business card for him: "Haha, thank you, he will think about it carefully."

Song Juhan stretched out: "Captain Ren, do you want to sign, right?"

Gong Yingxian's expression became more and more unhappy, especially when Ren Yi's attention was all on Song Juhan.

"Oh yes." Ren Yi took out the signature board from his arms, "My sister is going to get into high school next year. Can you please write her a blessing?"

"No problem, what's her name?" Song Juhan took the signature board.

"Flying, flying, wavy lan."

"Fei... Lan..." Song Juhan wrote the word "Fei" of Long Xiang Feng and Feng Dance, and stopped. He frowned and asked Xiang why, "Baby, how do you write the word "Lan"? You forget to write it with your pen."

The sound of "baby" made both of them stunned.

Ren Yi thought to himself, are fucking stars so open?

Gong Yingxian looked strange and looked at the two of them with more scrutiny. Why coughed lightly: "Three dots of water, there is a 'door' on the right, and one inside..."

"You write." Song Juhan handed the pen to He Gu.

"I want you to sign."

Song Juhan smiled slightly at Ren Yi: "We are not distinguished from each other, and each other is the same. Just tell your sister that she has a global out of print signature."

Why was he helpless to hold Song Juhan's hand and wrote the neat and dignified word "Lan" before returning the hand to him.

The smile on Song Juhan's face never went down - it was just signing an autograph.

Gong Yingxian looked at the unindulgent and harmonious atmosphere between the two of them, and couldn't feel anything. He clearly had two strangers in front of him, but he seemed to see him and Ren Yi through these two people.

He even felt a little jealous because the other party had the sweetness that he and Ren Yi could not compete with.

After writing, Ren Yi took it over and took a look: Xiao Feilan, I wish you a better academic career and an ideal high school, Song Juhan.

Ren Yixi said: "Teacher Song, thank you."

Gong Yingxian rolled her eyes.

"You are welcome." Song Juhan turned his head and kissed He Gufei, "Your handwriting looks so good."

Why did he open his face slightly awkwardly?

"Then we won't bother you." Ren Yi quickly took Gong Yingxian out.

As soon as he left the door, Ren Yi quickly took a photo and sent it to Gong Feilan, "Haha, Feilan is absolutely happy."

Gong Yingxian lowered her head and said nothing.

"Song Juhan is a good person, and he doesn't have any big-name airs."

Gong Yingxian said disdainfully: "Can't you see his arrogance?"

These words made Ren Yi laugh. When talking about arrogance, at least Song Juhan was not stingy with his appearance of politeness and politeness, Gong Yingxian was too lazy to even pretend.

"Why are you laughing at?" Gong Yingxian said again, "Who is the person next to him?"

Ren Yi suddenly became nervous and said lightly, "Collegeman."

Gong Yingxian frowned deeply, and after a long time, he said, "Are they homosexual?"

Ren Yi tried his best to expose this, but he was discovered. As a result, it was so obvious that the blind man couldn't see it. He swallowed his saliva, thinking that he couldn't fool around, so he took the opportunity to test Gong Yingxian's attitude. So he pretended to be relaxed and said: "Yes, they are quite suitable."

Gong Yingxian was silent.

Ren Yi glanced at him: "The entertainment industry... this kind of thing is quite common. There are many in the United States, right? In fact, there are quite a lot in China now, after all, society is open."

"I feel disgusted." Gong Yingxian suddenly said coldly. His mood is very complicated now. He has never been too lazy to care about other people's business. For some reason, he just hates those two people. Ren Yi looks at Song Juhan's face and is disgusting, and they hates that they show intimacy that neither of them has in front of him and Ren Yi.

Ren Yi froze, and the expression on his face disappeared in an instant.

"When I was in school in the United States, I was harassed by that pervert." Gong Yingxian deliberately remembered some memories that really made him feel disgusted, and he still felt goose bumps. "More than one, more than once, there was even one who followed me and planned to kidnap me."

Ren Yi felt a thrilling pain from his heart, and his face suddenly disappeared. He said with difficulty: "It seems... I heard Captain Qiu... say it."

Disgusting, perverted.

These two words were repeated in Ren Yi's ears, as if someone was pointing at his nose to humiliate him, making his face hot.

He has been escaping to think about Gong Yingxian's view of this sexual orientation because he is afraid. No matter how open this society is, there will always be people who are paranoid in a corner. Moreover, Gong Yingxian's experience makes his disgust understandable.

But he was still very uncomfortable, very uncomfortable.

He felt that every word Gong Yingxian said at this time was a loud slap on his face, slapping him hard.

He was addicted to the ambiguity with Gong Yingxian and could not extricate himself, giving them a different meaning to every move, every word, every frown and smile between them.

In the end, he was all self-indulgent.

It was so scary that he was like being filled with a ecstasy soup, and he was increasingly bold in fantasizing about the future of him and Gong Yingxian.

But can he blame him all? In his opinion, what Gong Yingxian said and did things he had really exceeded the definition of friendship.

Is it because Gong Yingxian has never made friends, so he blurs the definition, or is it because of his sexual orientation?

Let the heart be as numb as numb as his body falls into an ice cave, freezing every pore of his body.

"What's wrong with you?" Gong Yingxian noticed Ren Yi's strangeness, "Why are you so bad in your face?"

"No, it's okay."

Gong Yingxian stretched out his hand and stumbled on Tan Ren's forehead: "Isn't it too cold? You're trembling."

"It's okay, I'm dressing very thickly." Ren Yi smiled reluctantly, and looked at Gong Yingxian's caresive look, feeling sour.

If Gong Yingxian would never respond to his feelings and would only treat him as a friend for the rest of his life, would he not like him?

cannot.

In this case, it seems that whether Gong Yingxian hates homosexuality...is not that important.

As long as you don’t tell him, as long as you don’t tell him, as long as you don’t tell him.

Gong Yingxian took off his gloves and covered Ren Yi's cold face with his warm palms. He couldn't help but say with distress: "I think you must be too cold. There is a convenience store outside the venue. I'll buy you some warm sticks and hot drinks."

Ren Yi stared at Gong Yingxian in a daze, his nose was slightly sore.

Why do you have to be fucking nice to me?

"You are waiting for me here." Gong Yingxian threw a sentence and hurriedly ran outside the venue.

Ren Yi leaned against the wall outside the lounge and looked at the long, curved corridor. Gong Yingxian's back quickly disappeared at the corner.

Only loneliness is left.
To be continued...