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Song Juhan tried hard once, but it was not enough, so he was pushed away by He Yi in time. If he continued like this, he would not be able to walk out on his own legs.
Song Juhan had a look on his face and he let out a dissatisfied meow like a cat: "Don't go out."
"Why don't you stay here all night? Everyone will know that you are missing." He Yi put on his clothes, looked at the wrinkled shirt and trousers, and quickly touched them with his hands, but they were not smooth at all.
Seeing this, Song Juhan bent his knees and squatted down, and used his hands to pull his trousers.
"Hey" He wanted to stop him, but when he saw that Song Juhan's expression was quite natural, he became awkward.
Song Juhan raised his head and smiled at him: "Wrinkle just a little. It's not obvious. If you follow me, they will only look at my face."
He He smiled and stretched out his hand towards Song Juhan. Song Juhan held his hand and was pulled up by him: "Let's go out."
Song Juhan put his arm around his waist, kissed his neck, and said teasingly: "Can you leave?"
"Yes." He He glanced at him.
Song Juhan smiled lowly: "Then let's go home and continue."
"Keep going." He Yi's cheeks were hot, he pushed Song Juhan away and walked straight out the door.
"Why?" Song Juhan called him from behind.
Why did you turn your head and said, "You're not leaving yet?"
Song Juhan looked at him with gentle eyes: "Thank you."
Why was he stunned for a moment: "Why are you thanking me?"
"There are too many. From the moment you appeared in my life to the day you accompany me to the end of my life, I have to thank you."
Why couldn¡¯t help but laugh: ¡°That¡¯s what you can say.¡±
"I can still 'do it'." Song Juhan blinked with a rogue look on his face.
He He raised his chin helplessly: "Let's go."
He opened the door and walked out.
Xiao Song looked anxious outside. When he saw them, he almost called his ancestors: "You two are so cool. The celebration party has begun."
Song Juhan caught up with He Yi and held He Yi's hand: "Why are you so anxious? I'm not the protagonist."
Why do you want to pull your hand back: "Don't make trouble, the venue is full of reporters."
¡°So what.¡± Song Juhan tightened his grip and held onto He Yi as he strode toward the venue.
As expected, the celebration banquet had already begun. They heard the director delivering a speech from a distance. The two of them walked into the venue from a side door. Many people present looked at them to watch the excitement.
Song Juhan waved to the people on the stage, and then he and He Yi found an empty seat and sat down.
Why was it that I had goosebumps during that section? The feeling of meeting guests from table to table and being noticed and saluted by others? Only people like Song Juhan, who have lived under the eyes and flashlights of others all year round, can remain calm. It¡¯s okay, it¡¯s okay. Song Juhan kept holding his hand and calmed his mind.
Song Juhan leaned into his ear and said, "Don't be afraid. If anyone dares to look at you, just stare at him."
Why did you burst out laughing?
Song Juhan shook his hand vigorously, and then put the hand into his own.
Why did he straighten his back unconsciously and look at the stage without squinting, no longer affected by the various sights around him.
After the celebration banquet, the director asked Song Juhan to go drinking with them. Song Juhan declined. He said without blushing: "Why are my family tired? We are going home."
Why He glanced at him: "I'm not tired, you can go ahead."
"No, I'm tired."
Everyone around laughed.
Saying goodbye to the crew, the three of them left the hotel.
Xiaosong was sitting in the passenger seat and kept secretly looking at them in the rearview mirror.
By chance, he was caught by Song Juhan. Song Juhan stared at him: "What are you doing?"
Xiaosong shrank his neck: "Brother Han, we have known each other for so many years, and I am still always amazed by your beauty."
Song Juhan laughed and scolded: "Flattery."
Why did he think that Xiaosong had been waiting for them outside the door just now, and he didn't know if he heard anything. He suddenly felt embarrassed and coughed lightly: "Xiao Zhao, stop the car."
The driver stopped the car: "Mr. He, what's wrong?"
He He leaned forward and patted the drivers Xiao Zhao and Xiao Song on the shoulders: "You two get off the car and take a taxi back."
"ah?"
Why He smiled: "Be obedient."
Xiao Zhao quickly got out of the car.Lying quietly against his chest, listening to his heartbeat, I felt particularly at ease. This was what he had been longing for, this was all.
Song Juhan gently rubbed his thick palms: "Listen to me, no matter what you see in the media when you wake up today, don't take it to heart. They are all a bunch of idiots."
"Don't worry, I'm already numb."
"A lot of people envy us, and there are a lot of people who like you. You should look at those more."
"Really, does anyone still like me?"
"Of course, you have a lot of fans now. You don't even know it. They all say that you are handsome, smart, and elegant. They say that we are a match made in heaven."
Why did you laugh: "Just tease me."
"Why are you lying to me?" Song Juhan stretched out his arm, took his phone from the bedside table, opened Weibo, and casually opened a Weibo comment: "You can see for yourself."
Why did Song Juhan take it over with suspicion? Song Juhan just posted something, and there were tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands of comments. There were all kinds of things below, some scolding, some praising, and a few voices wishing them a happy marriage for a hundred years. Why is he really surprised? He really doesn't understand young people nowadays. So society is so open?
"How about it, I'm not kidding you. You are so popular now. I know they will definitely see how good you are."
He He smiled bitterly and said, "They love Wujiwu because they like you, but they definitely want you to find someone better."
"Who said that?" Song Juhan kissed him hard, "Who can I love better?"
Why was he startled for a moment, and his heart felt numb. No one knew Song Juhan's ability to flirt better than him. Even though he knew it was love talk, hearing it directly moved his heart.
Who is better than the one I love?
Only a proud man like Song Juhan can say this with confidence.
Song Juhan turned sideways and looked at him: "Let's go on our honeymoon sometime."
He He smiled and said: "What a honeymoon."
"We have never gone out to play together." Song Juhan accidentally thought of Zhou Heyi, his face darkened, "If you like Europe, let's go to Europe."
¡°I¡¯m done playing in Europe.¡±
¡°If the target is not me, it doesn¡¯t count.¡±
"you really¡¡"
Song Juhan pinched his face: "I want every memory of yours to be filled with only me and no one else."
"How is that possible?"
Song Juhan grabbed his hand, took a bite, and said angrily: "Sincerity leads to success."
He He laughed twice and said with some emotion: "You are indeed in every memory of mine." Whether it is good, bad, joyful or painful, there must be it in all the memories that he never forgets. Song Juhan. This person has been completely imprinted into his life, and his heart will beat for this person forever.
"I will be there in every memory you have in the future." Song Juhan held his hand tightly and said with great determination: "This time, I will hold it very tightly."
He He pinched his chin and kissed him gently: "Okay, you must hold on tight. If you fall off the chain again, I might castrate you." Even he himself didn't know what he was talking about. It's not a joke, he believes that Song Juhan is his, and he will hurry up.
Song Juhan rubbed his cheek with the tip of his nose and said softly: "You underestimated me. I risked my life to chase you back. I will never let you leave again in this life."
Why did you show a clear smile, and your heart rose with infinite hope for the future.
As early as eleven years ago, the stunning young man who smiled at him had already planted a seed in the depths of his soul. Over the years, winds and rains have come and gone, green and yellow have overlapped, and the tree has fallen, but its roots have not been broken, facing the wind. It¡¯s long, and finally the branches are full of flowers.
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