Chapter 41
Xia Lanzheng and Chu Linchuan sat in the back seat, with the sunflower placed between them.
In the enclosed space, the hay-like scent was a bit more pronounced, but still light and measured. It felt similar to the feeling Lu Yanqing gave him.
Xia Lanzheng finally realized who "L" was, the person who had been accompanying him in the live broadcast room since his first broadcast.
How could it be Lu Yanqing? Does the boss also watch live broadcasts?
It doesn't fit the character at all.
But the most puzzling thing is not this, but how this bouquet of flowers was sent to him. The blessing on the card does not cross the line, but these words are clearly Lu Yanqing's blessing to Song Xinghuai in the original book.
"May you always be happy and not be disturbed by the world."
The sunflowers bloomed ostentatiously, falling on the black leather seat, and it was hard not to attract people's attention.
Xia Lanzheng and Chu Linchuan didn't turn around to look, only Li Ping'an glanced at it from time to time in the rearview mirror.
After much thought, Xia Lanzheng sent a message to Lu Yanqing.
"X: Brother Lu, did you send the flowers to the wrong person?"
Lu Yanqing rushed back to Sisi last night, but he was probably busy and didn't reply.
The car drove into the city, and Chu Linchuan, who had been answering phone calls all the way, finally had some free time. He put away his phone and fiddled with the leaves of a sunflower.
He was looking at the flowers, and also looking at Xia Lanzheng through the flowers: "Who is L?"
"Uh," Xia Lanzheng stammered, "a fan from the live broadcast room."
This was Xia Lanzheng's answer when Ms. Yang and Chu Linyu asked about it. She didn't understand why Chu Linchuan asked again.
Chu Linchuan picked up the card and rubbed the handwriting on it back and forth. The eyes behind the glasses narrowed slightly: "You are being followed? Otherwise, how would he know where you are?"
Xia Lanzheng said: "Maybe I accidentally let it slip during the live broadcast. I thought no one would care since I'm so obscure."
Chu Linchuan knew it very well, but he didn't ask any further questions because he already had the answer in his mind.
There's not a single truth in your mouth, you little liar.
Xia Lanzheng realized that the atmosphere was not right and coughed: "Brother, can this flower be transplanted into the garden?"
"No." Chu Linchuan said.
Xia Lanzheng asked: "Why is it so difficult?"
Chu Linchuan turned to look at him and gave him a smile that wasn't quite a smile: "Because I don't want to."
Xia Lanzheng: “…”
Chu Linchuan put the card back and said, "I'll find you a pot and move it into it. You can keep it in your room."
Xia Lanzheng snorted twice. She could tell that this person was being sarcastic, but she couldn't figure out the reason.
Chu Linchuan's temper is like a roller coaster.
"Brother Li," Xia Lanzheng patted the back of the driver's seat, "Can you take me to the company? I have some work to do."
Li Pingan had kept his mouth shut all the way, and as if he breathed a sigh of relief, he opened his mouth and said, "Sure, sure, of course. Let's go to the company, right? Okay, let's go to the company. Good luck with your work, young master."
"Is this the last minute job Yu Jiawei assigned you?" Chu Linchuan asked. "Isn't it too rushed at this hour?"
"It's okay," Xia Lanzheng said. "The variety show we recorded last time is live tonight. Brother Yu took care of me and asked me to come over and watch it."
Chu Linchuan nodded and said he understood, and gave a few more instructions. After Xia Lanzheng got out of the car, he sent a message to Yu Jiawei, saying that he had to let her go home for dinner at a certain time in the evening.
While Xia Lanzheng was waiting for the elevator, she received a call from Su Cheng, asking him if he felt uncomfortable after his hangover.
He actually felt a little awkward, after all, Su Cheng was also present at the ridiculous incident last night.
Xia Lanzheng quickly said that it was okay. Yu Jiawei was waiting at the elevator entrance, so he had to get straight to the point.
"What's up?"
Su Cheng asked for Xia Lanzheng's address: "I'm going to have an exhibition at the City Art Museum this week, and I want to send you an invitation. Zhengzheng, are you coming?"
A familiar staff member passed by. Xia Lanzheng covered the microphone and greeted him. Su Cheng said from the other end, "Zhengzheng, I really want you to come."
"Okay," Xia Lanzheng agreed immediately, "I will definitely go."
After hanging up the phone, Yu Jiawei leaned against the wall and waited: "Why, do you have an appointment? Who?"
Xia Lanzheng shrugged, obviously not wanting to say anything.
Yu Jiawei smiled and said, "Is there any problem with me understanding the living conditions of my own artists? Let me make it clear, if you have any information, you must tell me so that I can prepare a PR plan in advance."
Xia Lanzheng was amused by him: "Okay, I will definitely tell you if there is any situation."
As they talked, they pushed open the door of the screening room. There were already four people sitting inside. The light was dim, and Xia Lanzheng couldn't see who they were. She just thought they were company staff or teachers.
Yu Jiawei led him to sit in the middle row. The variety show began and the lights suddenly came on. Xia Lanzheng adjusted her posture so that she could meet the gaze of the person next to her.
In the dim light, it was not difficult to see that Song Xinghuai looked much better and seemed to have gained a little weight.
Song Xinghuai seemed to have known that Xia Lanzheng would come. He raised his finger and said, "Zhengzheng, long time no see."
Xia Lanzheng was startled. She hadn't expected to run into the protagonist here. "Long time no see."
When he looked inside inadvertently, he saw that the person next to Song Xinghuai was none other than Cheng Lan, whom he had just met a few hours ago, and Cheng Lan's agent Yang Pengfei.
When people are down on their luck, the more they don't want to encounter something, the more likely it is to happen. For example, now, he seems to have stumbled into another incredible plot point.
What kind of car is Cheng Lan in and why is it driving so fast?
Xia Lanzheng suppressed the expression on her face, and the few of them greeted each other.
The variety show was projected on the big screen, and when the show started, at least we found something to divert attention.
However, the good times did not last long. About half an hour into the show, everyone in the theater fell silent and turned towards Xia Lanzheng.
Xia Lanzheng widened her eyes in disbelief, while Cheng Lan's face took on an extremely unnatural expression, as if he was gritting his teeth.
No one spoke, but that didn't mean no one was imagining things.
Yu Jiawei even wanted to ask immediately: "Tell me honestly, are you guys dating?"
The program was broadcasting the moment when Xia Lanzheng was dragged into the narrow coffin.
The camera swept across his and Cheng Lan's clasped hands.
A wheat-colored palm with obvious blue veins firmly grasped Xia Lanzheng's fair wrist. The two hands overlapped, and coupled with the dim light at the time and Xia Lanzheng's special makeup, everything seemed extremely ambiguous.
The picture zoomed in, focusing on two good-looking faces, and Cheng Lan's voice was amplified at the right time.
"Zheng Zheng, I caught you."
Amidst everyone's subtle emotions, the show continued.
Yu Jiawei didn't say what he wanted to say. He leaned back and looked at Yang Pengfei quietly. Yang Pengfei was also stunned.
He felt balanced and relieved, and then he continued to watch—
Cheng Lan stretched out his hand, covered Xia Lanzheng's mouth, and pressed the flesh of her cheek into his palm.
Yu Jiawei's protective nature suddenly came out. What's wrong with Yang Pengfei's artist? Why is he touching him?
"You're so honest, aren't you afraid that I'll do something to you?"
In the darkness, Cheng Lan said this again.
Yu Jiawei almost jumped up when he heard this. What was he talking about? Filming an idol drama?
The screen in the projection room was very large, so everyone present saw Cheng Lan leaning one hand on the door panel behind Xia Lanzheng, looking into Xia Lanzheng's eyes, and slowly grinding his fangs.
The real-time barrage was unbearable at this point, with the screen filled with yellow stars, almost lighting up the screening room.
Ahh ...
【kswlkswl】
[Cheng Lan, what’s wrong with you?! You’re really good at it! ! !]
At this point, Yu Jiawei drank some mineral water to calm himself down, but couldn't help but ask, "Did you two do this on purpose for a show effect?"
Xia Lanzheng found it even harder to accept than Yu Jiawei: "I... no, it has nothing to do with me. I didn't do anything. I was just playing games."
Ding——
Something in the picture was bumped, and Xia Lanzheng, with redness at the corners of her eyes, suddenly folded her hands, raised her neck, and slowly moved towards Cheng Lan.
The earrings sway like a hypnotic clock.
It was at this moment that Yu Jiawei heard him say, "Don't be afraid, then go ahead."
His tone was smiling, as if he was teasing a small animal.
Yu Jiawei: “…”
When Cheng Lan and Ning Xiyuan first appeared, the barrage of comments exploded for a moment, but it was not as exaggerated as it is now.
——Rolling wildly and densely.
[This man is a natural born succubus ahhhhhh]
[Stop fishing, stop fishing! Cheng Lan blushed! !]
[Gloomy vampire prince x innocent dark-skinned man]
[I give you the pen, I’m hungry QAQ]
I can’t do it anymore, kswlkswl
The comments were getting more and more outrageous. The two parties involved were at the scene, and everyone saw that their expressions were stiff, as if they had been gone for a long time.
Xia Lanzheng didn't dare to look at Cheng Lan's expression. In fact, he didn't dare to look at anyone.
He walked past Yu Jiawei, picked up a bottle of water, lowered his head, and wished he could find a crack to crawl into: "Brother Yu, I want to drink some water... No, I don't want to drink anymore, I need to go to the bathroom."
He stood up with a "whoosh", which just startled Cheng Lan whose soul had wandered away. The two of them happened to look at each other and were both stunned.
Song Xinghuai, who was sitting in the middle, had no special expression, and was so calm as if he had expected all this.
He raised his hand to support the unsteady Xia Lanzheng. After watching him leave, he said to his agent, "I'm going to the bathroom too."
Xia Lanzheng practically jogged. Instead of going to the bathroom, she went to the balcony to enjoy the cool breeze. But the summer breeze was hot and dry, mingling with the chirping of cicadas and birdsong.
Blowing hot air didn't cool him down, so he decided to fight poison with poison. He checked his phone and saw that Xia Lanzheng and Cheng Lan's names were on the hot searches.
After a few seconds of refreshing, "Ning Xiyuan and Xingpai terminated their contract" also became a hot search, and once again the situation became a mess.
The balcony door was opened. Xia Lanzheng turned around and saw that it was Song Xinghuai. She smiled a little embarrassedly.
Song Xinghuai felt different today. His hair was combed up and there was a special aggressiveness between his eyebrows.
He approached silently and lay on the railing beside Xia Lanzheng.
He took something out of his bag.
It's a pack of cigarettes.
Xia Lanzheng looked at the cigarette box and thought inappropriately, doesn't Song Xinghuai not smoke?
Song Xinghuai took out a cigarette and handed it over: "Want to smoke?"
Xia Lanzheng waved her hand and refused: "I don't smoke."
Song Xinghuai didn't say anything. He gathered the light, bit the cigarette holder, and lit it with a "click". His movements were so smooth that it seemed as if he had done it hundreds of times.
A strange feeling surged in Xia Lanzheng's heart.
"When did you learn to smoke?" he asked aloud.
Song Xinghuai slowly exhaled a puff of cigarette, raised his eyes when the smoke cleared, and did not answer his question.
"Xia Lanzheng, can you swim?"
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