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Gu Qingpei came back at the right time, easing the embarrassment of He Yi.
Seeing the two of them sitting together, Gu Qingpei laughed and said, "Jieyu, I noticed that you are quite interested in why."
Zhuang Jieyu said without hesitation: "Yes, don't you think he is very funny?"
Gu Qingpei smiled enigmatically: "It's a bit fun."
Why was his face a little confused, and he coughed lightly.
Gu Qingpei laughed and said, "Okay, I won't tease you."
Zhuang Jieyu poured wine for He He, and the three of them clinked their glasses together.
Zhuang Jieyu is very playful, and Heji calls him "Uncle He" over and over again. Gu Qingpei is made to laugh non-stop by him, but Heji is extremely helpless.
In the end, the two of them added WeChat. Zhuang Jieyu put his arms around He Yi¡¯s neck and forced him to promise not to delete it, otherwise he would not let go. He Yi finally had to agree.
Although he had a headache with Zhuang Jieyu, having such a fun person to ease the atmosphere did improve his mood.
When I got home that night, I found an envelope slipped under the door. When I opened it, it was an SVIP ticket for Song Juhan's concert and an exclusive parking coupon, as well as a note from Komatsu: Brother, I'm waiting for you. .
Why did you shake the ticket and slowly put it against your eyes, and you could still smell the faintest scent of ink.
go? Not going?
In fact, it only takes two hours to get back from Tang City by train, and the concert starts at 8pm, so we can make it in time.
Song Juhan¡¯s concerts over the years, except for a few abroad that he didn¡¯t have time to attend, as long as he was in China, he never failed to attend any of them. This seemed to have become a ritual. To break a belief, perhaps it begins with this symbolic ritual.
When I passed the trash can, I hesitated and put the ticket in the drawer.
On New Year¡¯s Day, the company sent a car to take them to Tang City. They had a big meal and drink at noon, and a ribbon-cutting ceremony was held in the afternoon. As the chief engineer of the project, he also had to give a speech, but he was not in a good state. Fortunately, this speech did not require much eloquence.
After the ribbon-cutting ceremony, the government also wanted to keep them for dinner. Those who wanted to go back early could go back in the company's car.
Why should he have stayed, but he followed the car back on the excuse that he felt uncomfortable. He doesn't like those social situations, and when he encounters someone who wants to drink, he will hide and hide whenever possible.
When I got home, it was already dark. Why did I look at my watch and it was after seven o'clock in the evening.
He touched his stomach and felt a little hungry, so he warmed up some leftovers and kept looking at his watch while eating.
The concertis about to begin.
Even if we go now, it¡¯s too late. Today is New Year¡¯s Day, and the road must be very congested. Maybe the concert will be over by the time I arrive, so why not watch the live broadcast at home.
Why did I turn on the TV? The entertainment channel was broadcasting Song Juhan's New Year's Eve concert live. Looking at the man who was so dazzling and charming on the stage, tens of thousands of fans in the audience went crazy for him alone.
The music coming from the TV has faded too much, but it is still intoxicating. Why does it feel like my heart is beating thumpingly, as if it is already surging with the rhythm of the music. He clenched his fists, struggled for a moment, punched the sofa hard, stood up, grabbed his coat and tickets, and rushed out like flying.
He wanted to see it, he wanted to see Song Juhan standing on the cloud stage like an emperor and singing to his heart's content. He wanted to see Song Juhan being arrogant and fully devoted. His concentration and love for music could be seen in everything and anyone. Less than. Maybe the reason why he likes to watch live concerts is because he wants to see Song Juhan sincerely love something.
It looks so charming, but it's a pity that it will never belong to him.
Why jumped into the car and drove to the stadium as fast as possible. The road was indeed very congested. He kept looking at the time, anxious.
It would be nice to just listen to a complete song.
When he arrived at the stadium, it was already past nine o'clock. He showed his ticket. Since the stadium was already full of people, the staff personally led him around from the backstage. But when he got to the front row, he found that his seat was already there. It was occupied, and the staff wanted to chase them away. He He said: "Forget it, I'll just stand here and watch. It's almost over." He recognized that it was Xiaosong's girlfriend, who was currently standing on the main stage. From the side, he was actually very close to Song Juhan and could see clearly. However, it was blocked by equipment and Song Juhan could not easily notice him. This was actually better.
"Sir, isn't this good? Your ticket is the best seat."
"It doesn't matter, just go and do your work."
&When the pity came back to his senses, he instantly turned into a high-pitched anger: "Have you had enough! You are making a fool of yourself! Have you ever calmed down during this time? I fucking apologized to you for what happened last time What else do you want?! Are you going through menopause early, and you dare to show me your face!"
Why was his clothes wide open and his chest heaving violently? The feeling of suffocation when facing Song Juhan forced him to expend several times the effort to take a breath smoothly. But he was used to it. Being by Song Juhan's side had never been a problem. It's such an easy thing. It's ridiculous why so many people want to get close to this arrogant star.
He He lowered his shoulders and said in a deep voice, "I'm very tired today. Can you let me rest?"
The expression on Song Juhan's face was a bit distorted. He clenched his fists tightly and looked at the tiredness on He Yi's face. Finally, he restrained himself from having an attack. He got up and went to the bathroom.
Why did I fall back on the bed? For a moment, it seemed that I didn¡¯t even have the strength to move my fingers.
He was in a daze listening to the sound of rushing water coming from the bathroom.
After a while, the sound of water stopped. Song Juhan got into the bed again with moisture all over his body, hugged He He tightly, put his forehead on his forehead, and whispered: "We haven't done it for a long time."
Why pretend to sleep?
Song Juhan was silent for a long time, then suddenly complained in a low voice: "Why are you treating me worse and worse?"
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