Lai Chengshan walked out of the apartment and got into a car accident. If this gets posted online, who knows what people will think.

Fan Zeng even felt a little annoyed and regretted inviting Lai Chengshan. He hadn't even had time to expose the other party as a liar, but he left so soon.

"I really wish I hadn't invited him in the first place." Fan Zeng said, and he thought of the butterfly effect unconsciously, "Xiao Xu, if I hadn't invited him, would he have died?"

Fan Zeng was not a cruel person after all.

Even though he knew that Lai Chengshan was a liar, even though he was so angry that he wanted to expose the other party's cheating behavior, Fan Zeng never thought of asking him to die. Because

of this, he felt a little uneasy in his heart and couldn't help thinking about it.

Seeing the expression of hesitation on Fan Zeng's face, Lu Xu knew that he was feeling bad. He exhaled and smiled, "If he hadn't sold the master's persona first, you wouldn't have contacted him, Brother Fan. Besides, no one expected him to have an accident. If it's according to Lai Chengshan himself, life and death are determined by fate, and wealth is determined by God. What's yours can't escape, fame and fortune are like this, and death is also like this."

Lu Xu's words were simple, but

every word made sense. "Xiao Xu, you are right!" Fan Zeng nodded while listening, and couldn't help looking at Lu Xu and sighed, "Although you are young, you understand everything, which is rare. Now I am afraid that his death will affect our program, and I am also afraid that it will affect you..."

"What do you mean?" Ji Xiunian just came out of the shower, wrapped in a bathrobe, with wet hair.

As soon as Fan Zeng saw Ji Xiunian coming out, he sighed: "It was Lai Chengshan who was making trouble before his death. He had to cue Xiaoxu's name on Weibo. The result was that he was in a tangle. He just said that Xiaoxu died young, and then he got into a car accident. This of course has nothing to do with Xiaoxu, but everything happened too coincidentally. What do you think netizens will think?"

Fan Zeng's worries were not unreasonable. Just now, someone on the Internet had mentioned this timeline, and used Lu Xu's name to talk about Lai Chengshan together.

Ji Xiunian glanced at Lu Xu subconsciously, not wanting him to have too much pressure.

After all, Lu Xu was only eighteen years old and should not have much experience with death. Many people could not accept the sudden death of a person they had an intersection with.

However, what Ji Xiunian did not expect was that Lu Xu did not react much to this.

He just sat there and listened to Fan Zeng's analysis quietly. He was very calm from beginning to end, as if he was listening to someone else's business.

"Brother Fan, I don't think these are the problems we need to worry about." Fan Zeng was afraid that everyone would link Lai Chengshan's death to the program team and Lu Xu, simply because Lai Chengshan had accumulated a lot of popularity over the years. If there were someone who wanted to stir up trouble, they might use this invitation to make a fuss.

But Lu Xu didn't think so.

If Lai Chengshan or the program team were torn apart, there might be some splash, but since he is dead and not a star or artist, the attention level is not that high.

Besides, he is indeed a liar.

There were many posts exposing him when he was alive, but he was still popular at the time and had the means to suppress it, so it didn't cause any splash.

Now that the person is gone, the dissatisfaction that was suppressed before will spring up like bamboo shoots after rain. By then, everyone will know that the master of metaphysics is just a liar.

It's too late to scold him, so how can I have the energy and energy to criticize the program team.

Lu Xu's analysis is very reasonable, and Fan Zeng nodded beside him: "Okay, my Xu, when you say that, I suddenly feel that there is nothing to worry about."

Ji Xiunian also agreed with Lu Xu's opinion, but he felt that Lu Xu seemed a little mature for his age.

After saying this, Fan Zeng finally felt relieved.

"Oh, it's already past one o'clock!" He looked at the time and felt a little embarrassed. He smiled awkwardly, "Look, I've been chatting for so long and disturbed your rest."

This kind of words always make people feel a little strange. Ji Xiunian couldn't help but say, "Nothing, we didn't rest either."

Fan Zeng knew that he was considerate of him, so he didn't say anything more. He got up and prepared to go back to continue editing: "Okay, you two have a good rest, I'll go to the office first." Fan

Zeng was about to leave after saying this, but Lu Xu stopped him, "Brother Fan, I see that you don't look very well. You should go to bed early today."

Fan Zeng has been really tired recently. He only sleeps for less than three hours a day on average. But in his opinion, work is more important than anything else. He waved his hand and said, "I still have a little tail, I will go to bed after work."

After hearing what he said, Lu Xu did not force himself.

Everyone has their own destiny, and the choice is made by themselves. He only needs to remind him, and there is no need to interfere too much.

But just as Fan Zeng walked to the door, Ji Xiunian beside him also spoke up: "Brother Fan, do you think Lai Chengshan expected that he would die?"

Fan Zeng did not understand why Ji Xiunian suddenly asked this, and shook his head subconsciously: "He definitely didn't know, otherwise he wouldn't have used his last life to do things..."

"Yes, knowing it earlier is priceless. Look at Lai Chengshan, even though so many people believed in him and were deceived by him, now he has lost everything..."

The body is the capital of revolution, this is absolutely true.

It is difficult to have fairness in the world, but everyone is equal in front of death.

Ji Xiunian didn't say much, but Fan Zeng already understood what he meant. He had joked recently that he was worried about sudden death because of being so tired, but after saying that, he still buried his head in work.

With his physical strength obviously overdrawn, who can guarantee that nothing will happen?

The person who suddenly left today was Lai Chengshan, what if it was me tomorrow?

Fan Zeng was shocked by what he had imagined in his mind, and immediately stopped thinking about continuing to work overtime: "Okay, I understand what you two mean, we should all have a good rest."

After seeing Fan Zeng off, Ji Xiunian saw the milk on the coffee table and remembered: "It's cold, I'll go heat it up for you."

"Is this for me?" Lu Xu didn't expect that he had prepared milk for him. He didn't want to bother Ji Xiunian, so he picked up the glass and drank it when he saw him nod.

The milk was sweet, filling his entire mouth.

After Lu Xu finished drinking, he smiled at Ji Xiunian: "Thank you, Brother Nian."

The young man's smile was brilliant, and it looked sweeter than milk. Seeing that there was a little milk stain on the corner of Lu Xu's mouth, Ji Xiunian immediately stretched out his thumb to Lu Xu's mouth and gently wiped the trace for him.

Under his fingertips was a soft touch, and it must be said that Lu Xu had beautiful lips. At this moment, his eyes were moist and misty, and he looked at him with a little confusion.

Ji Xiunian suddenly came back to his senses and let Lu Xu look at his fingers: "There is milk on your mouth, I just want to help you wipe it off."

"Oh oh." Lu Xu raised his hand to wipe his mouth, and then asked Ji Xiunian to help him look, "Is it still there now, Brother Nian?"

"No." Ji Xiunian shook his head and urged Lu Xu to go to bed quickly. However, when Lu Xu got up, he unconsciously looked at his fingertips, and could still vaguely feel the softness just now. "

Meow..." Eighth Sister yawned with her mouth wide open, and then came over to rub Ji Xiunian's calf.

Ji Xiunian's attention instantly went to Eighth Sister, and he couldn't help but bend down to pick her up, and saw that Lu Xu had already fallen asleep on the sofa.

No matter how spacious the sofa was, it was not a bed. Lu Xu was tall and his feet were still exposed. Such a big boy curled up on the sofa always makes people feel a little aggrieved.

Ji Xiunian took a look at the bed, and then said to Lu Xu: "The bed is very big, it's no problem for the two of us to sleep together."

Lu Xu raised his hand to support his chin, poked his head out from the sofa and looked at Ji Xiunian: "But brother Nian, don't you dislike others getting on your bed?"

People who are familiar with Ji Xiunian know that he is a person who pays special attention to his own space. He almost never invites others to his home, let alone let others sleep in his bed.

When Ji Xiunian once appeared on a party variety show, the host asked him if he couldn't accept friends touching his bed, but whether lovers could.

At that time, Ji Xiunian's answer was uncertain, and he was laughed at and said that it might be difficult to find a partner.

However, fans understand this very well, and they wish that the male god would be beautiful alone.

In order to understand Ji Xiunian, Lu Xu watched a lot of his movies and interviews, so he naturally knew about this matter.

Coming here to stay is already considered disturbing others, so there is no need to step on the host's bottom line.

Lu Xu thinks he is a discerning person, and thinks Ji Xiunian is being polite to him. He doesn't want him to embarrass him, so he said no.

However, what he didn't expect was that Ji Xiunian not only did not go down the stairs, but continued to insist: "It's okay, come to sleep." When

these words came out, even Ji Xiunian found it incredible.

He has long been accustomed to living alone, and his sleep quality is not high. He can't accept having other people around him.

But Lu Xu is different from others. If the person staying is him, it seems that he can accept it.

Lu Xu doesn't want Ji Xiunian to force himself, but Ji Xiunian really doesn't force himself at all. Seeing that he insisted, Lu Xu did not refuse, narrowed his eyes and smiled at him: "Brother Nian, I will listen to you."

The two-meter bed was spacious for Ji Xiunian to sleep on alone, but with Lu Xu, he always felt that his presence was too strong.

The eighth sister was very sleepy and fell asleep at the end of the bed. Ji Xiunian and Lu Xu, two big men over 1.8 meters tall, lay together, one on the left and the other on the right, leaving a space of two or three people in the middle.

Ji Xiunian was feeling somewhat uncomfortable at first, and when he turned his head to see Lu Xu huddled beside the bed, he couldn't help but want to laugh: "If you

move any further out, you'll fall in." Lu Xu thought so too, so he moved inwards, and didn't forget to say to Ji Xiunian: "Brother Nian, you should move inwards as well, or you'll definitely fall in first."

As soon as they started talking, the air around them instantly flowed, dispersing the alienated and awkward atmosphere just now.

Ji Xiunian laughed and unconsciously moved inwards.

When turning over, he accidentally touched Lu Xu's hand. Ji Xiunian couldn't help but ask, "Why are you so cold? Is it because of the wind just now?"

"No, I was born with a low body temperature." Lu Xu didn't want him to get hung up on his body temperature, so he said openly as if it was a joke, "It is said that low body temperature is due to slow oxidation, which seems to make you live longer than others."

His attitude was nonchalant, and he obviously didn't take the cold seriously. However, Ji Xiunian secretly kept it in mind, thinking that he would ask his Chinese medicine doctor if he could help Lu Xu regulate his body.

Men often have a cold body because of kidney yang deficiency. Ji Xiunian still hopes that Lu Xu can be healthy.

The two of them lay side by side, staring at the ceiling in a daze, not knowing what else to say.

Ji Xiunian was the first to say goodnight to Lu Xu, but ten minutes later when Lu Xu turned his head, he saw Ji Xiunian still with his eyes open.

"Brother Nian, why aren't you asleep yet?"

"I suffer from insomnia."

As soon as he closed his eyes, the undercurrent of depression would surge in from all directions, enveloping him and making it difficult for him to even breathe.

Especially recently, the nightmares have become more severe. Every time he closed his eyes, Ji Xiunian always felt that something in the darkness was staring at him and ready to make a move. Ji Xiunian hated the feeling of being out of control, so he slept less and less.

"Can't sleep?" Lu Xu was a little surprised to hear this. Staying up late for a long time was exhausting, but there was nothing wrong with Ji Xiunian's current state.

"Yeah." Ji Xiunian rarely talked about this with outsiders, and casually mentioned, "I just can't sleep. Melatonin and sleeping pills don't work for me. Just sleep, don't worry about me."

Lu Xu was still waiting for Ji Xiunian to fall asleep to find clues, so he couldn't let him stay awake like this.

Lu Xu thought about it and turned over and put his hands on his chest, lying on the bed and looking at Ji Xiunian: "It doesn't matter. I can't sleep now. Why don't we chat?"

The boy's voice is pleasant, and even his words make people feel happy.

Unable to sleep horizontally or vertically, Ji Xiunian simply turned sideways: "What do you want to talk about?"

The moonlight poured in through the window, reflecting in Lu Xu's eyes full of light. Even in the night, the boy's appearance value has not been compromised at all, and the more you look at him, the more amazing he feels.

"Anything is fine. You can say it when you want to, and you don't have to say anything when you don't want to."

"Okay."

The two of them accidentally made eye contact, and couldn't help laughing when they saw each other trying to find topics.

The two talked about the game and Lai Chengshan, and they talked a lot without realizing it. With Lu Xu by his side, Ji Xiunian felt inexplicably more relaxed.

After a while, his eyelids became heavier, his breathing became shallower, and he finally fell into a deep sleep.

"Brother Nian?" Lu Xu didn't respond to his words, so he called out twice tentatively.

Seeing that he didn't respond, he got up and walked forward, his eyes falling on Ji Xiunian's wrist. The mark that was originally the size of a little finger tip is now as big as a coin, and the aura of death is heavier than before.