Chen Qizhao: “…”

After being with Shen Yuhuai for so long, this was the first time he encountered such an awkward and passive situation.

The street lights in the distance left a brief glow on Shen Yuhuai's lenses. The man's words were direct and frank, as if asking was just an ordinary thing. When his peripheral vision passed by, there was an imperceptible smile in his eyes.

Shen Yuhuai's gaze stopped on Chen Qizhao's face, scanning the boy closely, from his lips to his nose bone, and finally to his eyes.

He paused on those beautiful eyes, "Qi Zhao?"

Chen Qizhao's head was against the car seat, and he was very close to Shen Yuhuai. The smell of alcohol from his breath seemed to spread between the two of them. He tilted his head slightly, and did not directly answer Shen Yuhuai's question, but blinked slightly blankly, pretending to be drunk and blurry: "...What shielding?"

Shen Yuhuai smiled softly and sat back in the driver's seat.

The side window was half closed, dispersing the smell of alcohol in the car.

"Nothing, I haven't talked to you much recently, maybe I misunderstood." Shen Yuhuai started the car and looked straight ahead, "Yan Kailin said it's not convenient for you to go home now, do you want to go to a nearby hotel or stay at my apartment for one night?"

Recently, because of Feihong's affairs, I rarely contacted Shen Yuhuai, and we only said good night to each other occasionally.

The most important thing is that he didn't know what reason to find to chat with Shen Yuhuai during the holidays. It seemed that without S's date, the reasons for the two to go out became few and far between. But the topic of opening a conversation did not include blocking the other party's circle of friends, which was so embarrassing that it almost killed the society. He couldn't remember what went wrong, so it could only be that Shen Yuhuai saw his circle of friends from other people's phones.

Chen Qizhao felt as if the heat was lingering around his face. Without the approaching sense of oppression, his brain became clearer. He was already quickly thinking about the instigator of this incident. He and Shen Yuhuai did not have many friends in common, so it was self-evident who would expose him.

In just a few seconds, between deleting the circle of friends and continuing to pretend to be drunk, he chose the latter.

Drunk people have slow reactions, so he couldn't respond to this sentence.

He glanced slightly to the side, pretending to be thinking, and did not take the initiative to respond to Chen Yuhuai's words.

The car drove smoothly, and the darkness of the night became the only cover here.

Shen Yuhuai didn’t ask any more questions, and the inquiry just now seemed to be just his direct and simple inquiry.

Chen Qizhao slept facing Shen Yuhuai. Under the cover of darkness, he silently looked at Shen Yuhuai who was driving. After calming down, the other person's face that was just so close to him came into his mind.

It is very comfortable to get along with Shen Yuhuai. In addition to his usual gentle attitude, there is also his sometimes direct and clear behavior. In fact, Chen Qizhao didn't like to guess what others were thinking or consider other people's psychology. It was annoying enough to test the waters with those old foxes in the business world. This habit of subconsciously trying to figure out other people would bring him indescribable fatigue at certain moments.

At that moment just now, he suddenly remembered a question he had asked Shen Yuhuai in his previous life.

At that time in the coffee shop, he jokingly asked: "Why would you want to be friends with a terrible person like me?"

"I don't think you're bad." Shen Yuhuai put down his coffee and looked at him seriously. "If you really don't want to get along, I think we can tell each other frankly. But it's obvious that you and I are willing to use our precious rest time to spend the afternoon here."

It really looks like...

Chen Qizhao half-lowered his eyes, looking at Shen Yuhuai unscrupulously with his drunken appearance, and was already thinking about how to delete part of the circle of friends appropriately, or what reason to use to respond when Shen Yuhuai asked again.

We have passed several traffic lights and the lights and shadows of tall buildings flash by.

Shen Yuhuai's face was calm, and when he turned the corner, his eyes briefly lingered on Chen Qizhao.

During the smooth ride, Chen Qizhao gradually felt sleepy.

Until the car stopped, the passenger door opened, and someone stood beside him holding the window, "Qizhao, wake up, we're here."

Chen Qizhao opened his eyes and saw Shen Yuhuai standing outside the car, “…are we there?”

It was an underground garage, and he should be going to Shen Yuhuai's apartment.

Shen Yuhuai unbuckled his seat belt, put his hand through his waist, and helped him out of the car easily. Chen Qizhao barely stood still, and Shen Yuhuai leaned forward again, allowing him to easily put his hand on the other's shoulder, "Put your hand down."

Chen Qizhao said "oh" and followed his action. The next second, he was carried upwards.

Shen Yuhuai carried him on his back neatly and said softly, “It’s too light.”

Chen Qizhao was a little at a loss, not daring to circle too hard to expose himself, but his attention was all on Shen Yuhuai's hand stuck under his knee.

How come this guy is so strong?

It doesn't look like someone who often hangs out in the lab.

Chen Qizhao rested his head on Shen Yuhuai's shoulder, his ear slightly pressed against his, and the other person's words seemed to be covered with a layer of water. He couldn’t see Shen Yuhuai’s face, but he could hear the other person closing the car door and locking the car, then carrying him into the garage elevator, with his shoulder slightly against the floor button.

10 floors.

Chen Qizhao thought, 1002.

Shen Yuhuai's downtown apartment, he had been here in his previous life.

After getting out of the elevator, Shen Yuhuai put him down, as if worried that he couldn't stand steadily, and kept one hand on his waist.

"Take off your shoes." Shen Yuhuai bent down and untied his shoelaces.

Chen Qizhao had no choice but to push once, but he pushed his shoe far away.

Chen Qizhao: “…”

Shen Yuhuai laughed and commented, “Your kick is pretty strong.”

Chen Qizhao avoided his gaze, choosing not to look at the shoe that was so far away.

After taking off his shoes, Shen Yuhuai helped Chen Qizhao to sit on the sofa, then turned and went into the kitchen to make some sobering soup.

Chen Qizhao's gaze stopped at the decoration in the house. It was the same as when he came here in his previous life, except that the furniture was a little newer. He looked around and finally stopped at Shen Yuhuai's back in the open kitchen not far away.

After a while, Shen Yuhuai came out of the kitchen and went into the bedroom, taking out a set of relatively large pajamas.

Seeing Chen Qizhao leaning on the sofa, he slowly stopped beside him and said, "Don't sleep here, change your clothes and go to your room?"

He half-knelt in front of Chen Qizhao, "Qizhao?"

Seeing that Chen Qizhao didn't respond, Shen Yuhuai repeated it again.

After a while, Chen Qizhao pretended to react and said, "Oh."

He looked at Shen Yuhuai, his mind quickly flashing through his previous embarrassing moments when he was drinking, and thinking about how a drunk person should change clothes.

The memories of blackouts from drinking are few and far between, and there is no comparison at this moment.

And when Shen Yuhuai saw that he hadn’t moved, he had no choice but to put his pajamas aside and directly unzipped his jacket with his hands. As if worried that he would fall to the side uncontrollably, Shen Yuhuai kept his other hand on the side of his neck. The cold hand that had touched the cold water touched his skin, and Chen Qizhao almost shivered uncontrollably.

In the past, when he was drunk, he would just do whatever he wanted. He wouldn't bother changing his clothes and was happy just lying on the sofa at home and sleeping.

Chen Qizhao paused and obediently let Shen Yuhuai unbutton his coat.

When the other person’s hand was on his waistband, he froze, and his peripheral vision looked at Shen Yuhuai’s fair hands and the neatly folded pajamas next to him.

“…”

Damn, why do I have to change my pants? ?

"...Brother Huai, I can do it myself." Chen Qizhao pretended to be a little more sober. He thought with a dead heart that he had to jump into the hole he had dug.

Shen Yuhuai asked patiently, "Can you do it yourself? Do you want me to help you?"

Chen Qizhao: "I can, I'm awake."

The pants he wore when going out today were just picked up randomly from the closet. They were a little tight and had two small silver chains on them. It took Chen Qizhao a long time to take them off, and he had to maintain the slow movements of a drunken man as he slowly put on his pajamas.

Seeing that he was fine, Shen Yuhuai turned to the kitchen to get some sobering soup.

After changing his pants, Chen Qizhao drank a large bowl of hot soup and was sweating all over.

Shen Yuhuai's clothes were too big after all, his sleeves covered his hands, and his pants dragged directly on the ground. Chen Qizhao thought expressionlessly, there is indeed a gap between his current height and Shen Yuhuai's, but it is not a big problem, because his height also grew a little when he was in college.

Shen Yuhuai was washing dishes in the kitchen, looking slightly to the left, and noticed the boy's small movements on the sofa.

The other person was wearing his pajamas, and his fair skin seemed to be stained with a blush from alcohol, making his skin look even more rosy and tender.

The loose pajamas didn't seem out of place on the other person, and seemed to have a kind of subtle cuteness.

Suddenly, a crisp voice was heard and the boy looked towards the kitchen.

Shen Yuhuai came back to his senses and saw the soup spoon dropped into the kitchen sink.

His hand slipped.

By the time Shen Yuhuai cleaned up the kitchen and returned to the living room, Chen Qizhao was already curled up in the living room, with his eyes closed, seemingly asleep.

Shen Yuhuai gently pushed him twice, and seeing that he didn’t respond, he had to carefully pick him up and carry him to the bedroom.

The lights in the room were turned off, and Chen Qizhao waited until Shen Yuhuai left before quietly opening his eyes. It took him a long time to see all the layout of the room clearly.

There were no extra furnishings in the simple room. On the bedside table was a book with English names and a pair of spare glasses. The rest was the cell phone that Shen Yuhuai had just brought in.

Chen Qizhao paid attention to the movements outside the house. When there was no sound, he took the mobile phone from the bedside table, deleted a post on his circle of friends very quickly, and finally put the phone back.

Pretending to be drunk in front of Shen Yuhuai is really a physical job.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and his tense body relaxed. Perhaps it was the reassuring smell all around him that made him relax both physically and mentally.

Gradually, he felt sleepy and fell into a deep sleep.

After Shen Yuhuai finished his work, he returned to the room and saw the man who was already asleep on the bed. He walked over quietly, pulled the quilt for the boy, picked up the pillow on the other side, and left the bedroom silently.

"I'm not going back tonight. I'm in the city." Shen Yuhuai took off his glasses and pinched his eyebrows tiredly, "Yeah, I know. I'll go back tomorrow... Tonight? I've brought someone to live at home, so it's not easy to go back."

Shen Xuelan was asking who it was, but Shen Yuhuai didn't answer, he just said he had something else to do and hung up.

After hanging up the phone, he sent a message to Yan Kaiqi, then leaned back in his chair with a little fatigue.

After a long time, Shen Yuhuai glanced at the clothes that Chen Qizhao had taken off beside him. Just as he stretched out his hand, a lighter in the pocket of his clothes fell to the ground. His gaze paused for a moment, he laughed, picked up the lighter on the carpet and put it back into Chen Qizhao's pocket.

In the middle of the night, Chen Qizhao suddenly woke up.

The moonlight shone in through the window. He lowered his head and stared at his pale hands.

After a long while, his tense body relaxed and he caught a glimpse of the empty space on the other side out of the corner of his eye.

Shen Yuhuai didn’t come in to sleep…?

He got up quietly and opened the bedroom door a crack.

I saw a man sleeping on his side on the sofa not far away.

Chen Qizhao stood behind the door, looking at the other person silently.

After looking for a long time, he quietly closed the door.

In the end, Chen Qizhao didn't know when he fell asleep.

When he woke up, the sunlight was already shining in. He tripped over his trouser legs when he got up, and then he bent down and folded up his trouser legs. After he was done, he opened the door and smelled the fragrance coming from the kitchen. Shen Yuhuai was standing in the kitchen wearing an apron, cooking.

"The toiletries are in the bathroom, and the change of clothes is also there, go take a shower first." Shen Yuhuai, "Breakfast will take 10 minutes."

“Okay.” Chen Qizhao looked at Shen Yuhuai for a long while, caught a glimpse of his clothes on the sofa, and walked directly in the direction of the bathroom.

Ten minutes later, Chen Qizhao returned to the restaurant and saw the delicious noodles on the table.

Shen Yuhuai: “Try it, I don’t know if it suits your taste.”

Chen Qizhao tried the soup and said without hesitation: "It's delicious."

The meal took a while, and Chen Qizhao looked at Shen Yuhuai while eating. Seeing that the other party looked normal, he had to take the initiative to explain: “I don’t usually drink so much, it was an accident yesterday.”

Shen Yuhuai raised his eyes when he heard this: “I know that our project team occasionally drinks some wine during celebration banquets.”

Chen Qizhao breathed a sigh of relief, thinking of the question Shen Yuhuai asked when he got in the car yesterday, "I didn't do anything else after I got drunk yesterday, right? I forgot..."

Shen Yuhuai: "You are quite well behaved after getting drunk."

Chen Qizhao didn't want to hear this answer, and since Shen Yuhuai didn't mention it again, he didn't dare to ask again.

After dinner, Shen Yuhuai sent Chen Qizhao back to the Chen family villa. As the Chinese New Year was approaching, the streets were filled with the atmosphere of the New Year, and two red lanterns were hung at the door of the Chen family's villa.

Chen Qizhao: "Brother Huai, do you want to come to my house and have a seat?"

"Next time." Shen Yuhuai said, "I have something to do later."

Chen Qizhao had no choice but to say, "Goodbye, Brother Huai, let's meet next time."

“Well, goodbye.” Shen Yuhuai sat in the car, watching Chen Qizhao walk into the villa and finally disappear in front of him.

He leaned back slightly, picked up his phone and flipped through it, and saw that Chen Qizhao’s circle of friends had been updated.

A picture of the celebration banquet was posted with a simple emoticon of a salute attached.

Shen Yuhuai chuckled softly and clicked a like under the circle of friends.

"Little liar."

-*

Today happens to be the weekend and there is nothing to do at home.

When Chen Qizhao entered the room, he saw Chen Shiming sitting on the sofa with several documents on the table. When he saw him come in, he looked straight at him, "Chen Qizhao, don't you need to explain why you didn't come home all night?"

"I just went to a celebration banquet." Chen Qizhao was suddenly called and looked at Chen Shiming in confusion.

The housekeeper watched from the side, fearing that the two brothers would start quarreling over something.

After the second young master went out last night, the eldest young master did not go out to look for him as he usually did. Instead, he sat in the living room and waited for most of the night before finally making a phone call and going to bed. Moreover, when he got up this morning, he waited in the living room after breakfast, saying that he was processing documents, but actually he was waiting to see when the second young master would come back.

Chen Qizhao was very familiar with such scenes. He and Chen Shiming had quarreled like this many times before.

As he was thinking, he suddenly heard Chen Shiming's voice.

Chen Qizhao looked up in surprise, "What?"

"I say." Chen Shiming's gaze lingered on Chen Qizhao for a moment, and finally looked at the document: "Next time you go out or don't go home, tell your family."

Chen Qizhao was stunned for a moment, "Oh."

Chen Shiming frowned slightly: "Did you hear it?"

Chen Qizhao replied again: "I heard it."

Chen Shiming turned the page without looking up and continued, "Go change your clothes."

After he finished speaking, he saw that Chen Qizhao had not moved, so he had to raise his head: "You smell like alcohol, can you stand it?"

Chen Qizhao asked: "Are you in a good mood today?"

Chen Shiming's voice was a little impatient: "Do you think I'm in a good mood?"

He went out drinking late at night and did not return home after drinking. If he had not contacted someone and found out that Chen Qizhao had left long ago, he might have gone directly to the bar to arrest him. He tried to control his tone, "Did you stay here on purpose to quarrel with me?"

Chen Qizhao suddenly smiled and said, "No, this is good."

Chen Shiming was about to speak when Chen Qizhao had already turned around and went upstairs.

Chen Shiming looked at the housekeeper only after Chen Qizhao left, "Go ask him if he has eaten yet? Get him something to eat."

The room was still arranged the same as yesterday. Chen Qizhao returned to the bedroom and sat for a while. Inexplicably, he recalled the scene before Chen Shiming's death in his previous life. It seemed as if it was superimposed on multiple nightmares, like an evil ghost baring its fangs.

It was not until the butler came to ask him about it that he came to his senses and laughed.

"That's good."

"...Don't die in this life."

Chen Qizhao opened a certain page. After special processing, the page appeared grayish white, and several emails were in the process of being sent on schedule. The mouse stopped on a certain send button, Chen Qizhao's eyes were calm, and finally he saw the time point of the timer, and said regretfully: "Too slow, Lin Shizhong, you have a long life."

Time passed, and soon it was a few days before the New Year, and "The Heart's Eyes" also reached its final day. On the night when the finale was broadcast, the crew of "Heart's Eyes" dominated several hot searches, and Feihong Company also held a celebration banquet. The joyful scene announced the perfect ending of this project. The sudden popularity of "The Heart's Eyes" directly made many people famous, and the one who benefited the most was the male lead Nie Chenxiao. The propaganda minister was even more delighted when he saw Rong Guang's nearly two-year contract, and he never repeated himself in praising Chen Qizhao.

Nie Chenxiao also came to Feihong Company. To be honest, he had not expected that he would achieve such success, and he was even more grateful for Chen Qizhao's appreciation.

Chen Qizhao: "It all depends on your own ability. I've said long ago that Teacher Nie is amazing."

Nie Chenxiao couldn't express his gratitude, but he had already remembered Chen Qizhao's kindness in his heart. "Mr. Chen, if you need any help in the future, just let me know."

Chen Qizhao smiled and said, "Of course."

"Xiaoyao's acting in that drama was really bad. I went to watch a few episodes that day, but I didn't stick to watching all five episodes."

"Now it's all supported by the actors' popularity. Didn't you see how bad the reviews were? I heard others say that this drama has attracted a lot of investment. I guess it will be hard to make back the money after this wave of investment."

"It will definitely pay off, but it's not certain who will make the payoff. Don't think too much about the investors. At least they have a large base, and even if the movie is terrible, there are fans who will pay for it."

"I recently observed that Fu Yanyu's team also bought negative searches about actors from the same crew. How could he be so vicious?"

Everyone in Feihong had a very bad impression of Fu Yanyu. At first, no one thought that Fu Yanyu would stand them up in such a way that would ruin his own reputation. But in fact, the other party relied on his high fame in the circle and did not take Feihong seriously at all.

But the entertainment industry is sometimes so realistic. No matter how bad the other party's reputation is, as long as the traffic can be cashed in, there will still be a lot of companies looking for him to cooperate. What's more, Fu Yanyu is a good manager. For example, this time "Xiao Yao" flopped, he immediately shifted his attention to other supporting roles.

For example, buying negative hot searches to say that a certain actor added more scenes, or buying hot searches to say that the female lead is acting like a big shot in the crew.

He cleared himself of all charges in public, as if the failure of the show was not due to his acting skills, but rather the fault of other crew members.

Nie Chenxiao also heard the discussion of others. Moreover, having worked with Fu Yanyu once, he already knew what kind of personality Fu Yanyu had.

He also knew that this time Feihong's endorsement was a bargain from Fu Yanyu, but for him who has been in the entertainment industry for many years, his edges have long been smoothed out, and he accepted such a result well. At least this win-win situation was based on mutual trust. He had no complaints and was even grateful for Chen Qizhao's trust.

Listening to the indignant words of the people around him, Chen Qizhao suddenly asked, "What do you think, Teacher Nie?"

Nie Chenxiao was stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted: "Feihong's product quality is not bad. I think a good endorsement is mutually beneficial. It is Fu Yanyu's loss that he did not seize this opportunity."

"Are you praising me?" Chen Qizhao raised his eyebrows slightly: "Teacher Nie speaks very well."

"I'm telling the truth." Nie Chenxiao's eyes stopped on Chen Qizhao in front of him, "Mr. Chen is indeed a good person."

Good person?

Chen Qizhao pondered these two words carefully, and suddenly laughed out loud: "You are right, I am indeed a good person."

He changed the subject, his words had a deeper meaning: "Good people should do good things to the end, don't you think?"

-*

Late at night, the hot search for "Heart's Eyes" which had been popular for several days had just come to an end. At this time, multiple domestic marketing accounts and paparazzi studios received an anonymous file at the same time. When everyone opened the file, they were stunned, and some even looked panicked.

In the paparazzi's office, a man with a cigarette in his mouth looked at these photos and videos. Some of them were ones they had released before, while some came from nowhere. There were several files in total, and no one knew who had reorganized them and sent them to them.

"Boss, what's going on?! Are you going to release it?" The younger brother standing nearby asked, "Should we notify Fu Yanyu's studio and ask them how much money they will pay for the bet?"

The man holding the cigarette spat, his eyes fixed on a sentence in the email, "Their team can't suppress it. I'm afraid we are not the only ones who received this email..."

At two o'clock, major marketing accounts rushed to post a series of videos that suddenly went viral on Weibo.

The three words #付言雨# suddenly topped the trending searches and went viral!