The night carved out the man's outline, and for a second, Lin Luosang was slightly distracted.
She has always made a clear distinction between her marriage with him, so she would never cross the line and do anything wrong. Her occasional noisy and willful behavior is just the natural playfulness in his character. For example, if she wants him to pour water or get medicine for her, it's fine if he agrees. If he doesn't agree, it's okay too, she can just go by herself.
But perhaps because of the sense of distance that had never been crossed, he never really rejected her.
The two of them were used to the back and forth and small quarrels between them. Although some of her nerves had gradually loosened, she still kept a clear record of every account in her heart, such as what he had done for her and how she would repay him.
She never thought that one day Pei Hanzhou would tell her that there was no need to say thank you between them.
These days, fate seemed to be constantly bringing them closer, intentionally or unintentionally.
Lin Luosang suddenly realized at this moment that perhaps they didn't need to be so distant or so reserved. Although they had not yet reached the stage of true husband and wife love, it was okay to open their hearts and show their true selves occasionally.
She doesn't need to try to be perfect. He can accept her weakness and see through her insincerity.
She pursed her lips and heard the man say again: "There is no shame in crying. You have nothing to hide."
Finally, he added in a low voice: "At least not in front of me."
Something in her heart suddenly collapsed, like some scale armor softened by warm water and then automatically falling off layer by layer. The warm feeling penetrated deeper and gently wrapped her entire heart.
Lin Luosang opened his mouth to say yes, but he sneezed and coughed twice.
Pei Hanzhou then realized that she was still only wearing a sweater, and pulled her around: "Let's go, it's windy up there."
She looked into the distance and said, "The fireworks..."
"how?"
Lin Luosang's sense of crisis suddenly came to the fore: "Isn't it time to set off fireworks? Is it okay to do that? Will I be fined?"
"Electronic fireworks," the man replied, then added, "They're all set off now. Isn't it a little late for you to worry about this now? Hmm?"
"I didn't react at first." She leaned against the elevator door, turned her eyes to him, and asked again, "That was you who put it there, right?"
The redness and swelling of her eyes had not subsided yet. Her eyelashes were wet with tears and stuck together in twos and threes. There was a mist in her eyes, and her pupils, like glass beads, brightened a little after being washed with water. She looked a little pitiful.
The man's instinctive desire to protect was aroused, and Pei Hanzhou just looked at her for a while without saying anything.
Lin Luosang frowned, not understanding how he could be lost in thought anytime and anywhere lately. He stretched out his hand and waved twice: "Hello, are you there?"
The elevator beeped as it reached the first floor. The man came to his senses, his Adam's apple rolling unnaturally. He looked away and said, "The fireworks are all set off around you. Who else do you think could set off fireworks but me? Who would set off fireworks from someone else's best viewing spot?"
“…”
It was indeed much warmer after returning home. Lin Luosang made a cup of hot tea and curled up on the sofa, planning to give himself a break and write songs tomorrow.
While she was sipping her tea and catching up on a variety show, Pei Hanzhou, who had glanced at her several times, finally lost his patience and said, "Close your eyes."
She turned to look at him in confusion, not only did she not close her eyes, but her eyes were opened wider because of confusion.
The man simply took action and touched her eyelids with his fingertips. She subconsciously closed her eyes and let his fingers move back and forth on her lower eyelids a few times.
She felt a slight tingling sensation at the roots of her eyelashes, and then she realized that the man was helping her trim her eyelashes.
The hot steam from the cup of black tea in my hand is still rising, making me feel warm and comfortable.
When the man put his hand down, she opened her eyes immediately and said without any defense: "Your obsessive-compulsive disorder is really..."
The words stopped abruptly here. The tip of his nose was too close to hers. She could even see the fuzz on his cheek under the light and the shadow of his brow bone.
The ambiguity spread unrestrainedly, her eyelids trembled, and she leaned back unconsciously and shrank her neck.
Noticing that she was retreating, the man's hunting nature was fully exposed. He lowered his long crow-feather eyelashes, supported his hands on her sides, and moved closer to her.
Her defenses were gradually broken, and she finally gave in. Just before she closed her eyes unconsciously, something bumped her ankle.
Lin Luosang suddenly reacted and looked at the ground.
Ma Tuan was humming along, still using that innocent and emotionless voice as he mechanically complained, "Master, the robot vacuum just ran over my leg while I was charging."
Lin Luosang's lips moved, and for a moment he didn't know whether he should comfort it first or try to figure out the meaning of the signal sent by the robot.
Pei Hanzhou gritted his teeth, uncontrollably picked up his cell phone from beside him, and flipped through it a few times.
Lin Luosang was intimidated by the momentum: "What are you doing?"
The man's tone was filled with suppressed anger. "I want to see which idiot set up the system to report something like this when it was updated."
“…”
The next day, while Lin Luosang was on his way to work, he received a concerned call from Sheng Qianye: "Yesterday... besides celebrating your birthday, you also went to record a variety show?"
"Yeah," she said, "what's wrong?"
Sheng Qianye: "Is it really necessary to work so hard? Are you trying to reduce the burden on the unscrupulous capitalists, 9.8, or what?"
Ever since Lin Luosang told Sheng Qianye about the scoring, Sheng Qianye got used to calling him that more and more. Not only did he brainwash Ji Ning with this title, he even started to make a lot of associations with it. Sometimes when he saw a 9.8 in the company's rating, he would send it to Lin Luosang for his appreciation.
Lin Luosang automatically filtered out her joking question and answered the serious matter: "It's not a matter of reducing the workload. My agent has already discussed it with me. It's no big deal to go and record it."
"Okay, you love music anyway," Sheng Qianye pondered for a moment before getting to the point. "How was your day yesterday?"
She paused for a moment, not knowing how to describe it. After thinking for a long time, she said, "It's different from what I expected, but it's not bad either."
"That'll do."
Sheng Qianye didn't ask any further questions. He changed the topic and chatted with her for a while before hanging up.
Afterwards, Lin Luosang went to "Audio-Visual Feast" to rehearse for a few shows. When she came out, it was around six o'clock in the afternoon. She changed into a dress and prepared to rush to the next schedule.
The end of the year is a good time to take stock, so all kinds of ceremonies come one after another at this time, and the outfits of female artists on the red carpet have become a topic of discussion.
As the car drove out of the garage and passed through the studio door, Lin Luosang saw a familiar figure.
Yue Hui, who had been looking out the window, also noticed: "Ximu? Why hasn't she left yet?"
Seeing Ximu standing in the wind wearing only a leather jacket, Lin Luosang rolled down the window and said, "Go ahead and ask."
When the car drove in front of Ximu, she asked in the humanitarian spirit of her cooperation: "Who are you waiting for?"
"Online car-hailing," Ximu said, "It's hard to wait for a car here. I haven't called one yet."
"Where's the company car?"
Ximu: "I didn't ask the company to assign me a car. The models I could choose from were too ugly."
Lin Luosang: “…”
"Then come on up. We can give you a ride and then let you down in a sheltered area."
"Okay." Ximu didn't hesitate, opened the car door and got in. "If you keep blowing me like that, I'm going to be blown into an idiot."
Yue Hui couldn't help laughing, but when Ximu glanced at him, he was so scared that he shut up. He coughed twice and instructed Xiao Nuan: "Xiao Nuan, pour someone a cup of coffee."
Ximu: "No, normal hot water will do."
Yue Hui couldn't help but start talking nonsense again: "What's so good about drinking water? Drinking black coffee can reduce swelling. It just so happens that you guys are going to walk the red carpet later..."
As he spoke, his voice became softer and softer, and he shut up again under Ximu's gaze.
After Ximu got the hot water, he smiled at Xiao Nuan and then looked at Yue Hui: "You seem very afraid of me. Will I eat people?"
"You look quite... difficult to deal with." Manager Yue's eyes fell on a skull pendant next to Ximu's clothes. He slowly relaxed a little and talked about a misunderstanding from long ago. "When Ni Tong leaked the source of the audio, I initially suspected it was you. Lin Luosang kept saying it wasn't you, and I thought she had a problem with her eyesight."
"I'm not that boring."
After finishing the water in the cup, Ximu turned around and said to Lin Luosang, "I'm sorry, my attitude might have been a little bad at that time. I have a bad temper, but if you were in my shoes, you would do the same."
Lin Luosang didn't take it seriously and shrugged, "Did you already know something when Ni Tong flipped through your manuscript?"
Ximu nodded without surprise: "Yes, no one knows who she is better than me."
"I had a friend who was ripped off by her before. She's a charlatan, loves to copy others, and even steals other people's things. In short, she has a lot of bad habits. I've already told her not to touch my things, but when she went to the bathroom and found them rummaged through, she was absolutely furious, not caring about her attitude."
"And I was really anxious at that time. Seeing you two getting so close, I really wanted to remind you to stay away from her, but I couldn't. After all, I quite like your songs, and I didn't want her to pick your things." Ximu sighed, "Fortunately, you saw clearly quickly."
After the previous misunderstanding was explained, the two of them appreciated each other's works and soon became very lively in their conversation. They added each other on WeChat and began to analyze the latest popular elements and music styles.
The car was halfway out when Lin Luosang finally remembered the main topic: "Oh no, did you pass your destination?"
"No, just find a place to drop me off. I'll take a taxi home, change my clothes, and then walk the red carpet."
Lin Luosang took a moment to react and asked, "Are you going to Scream Night tonight too?"
"Yeah, I didn't want to go, but the company forced me to. They said if I didn't go, I wouldn't get my year-end bonus. I had no choice but to go."
"It's too much trouble to go back," Lin Luosang looked at the wardrobe in the RV, "I can just take you there on this trip."
"I can't wear this, can I?" Ximu quickly shook her head when she realized what Lin Luosang was about to say. "You're not going to give me your skirt, are you?"
"No, no! I can't wear something that expensive. It makes me uncomfortable. And your skirt is so ethereal. I told my assistant last time that your skirt looks ugly on everyone except you. I don't want to slap myself in the face so soon."
Lin Luosang gave up: "If you don't wear a skirt, what do you wear?"
"A suit," Ximu said, shaking her short hair. "I cut my hair short just to avoid wearing skirts. It's so long and damn delicate. I don't know where it got caught and it got torn. It's so troublesome."
“…”
Lin Luosang thought for a while and said, "I think I have a suit in my car. Can you try it on? My husband's suit was a little too small before."
Realizing that she had blurted out the words "my husband", Lin Luosang was stunned for a few seconds, raised her eyelids in disbelief, and wished she could tie a knot of shame on her tongue on the spot.
What happened? How could she say those three words so naturally?
Her adrenaline surged inexplicably, and feelings she couldn't understand rushed to her cerebral cortex, and the air seemed to heat up.
Fortunately, no one noticed or cared, so she didn't try to cover it up by using the three words "Pei Hanzhou".
After coughing lightly and pretending to do so, she heard Ximu ask, "Do you still have his suit in your car? Doesn't he wear it?"
Lin Luosang tried his best to return to normal, sitting upright and saying, "A new employee checked the wrong size, and that piece was made much smaller. It seems like it will fit you perfectly."
Xiao Nuan stood up: "Where is it? I'll get it."
Lin Luosang: "The fifth compartment of the wardrobe, I think."
Xiao Nuan quickly brought the suit over, and it actually fit Ximu perfectly when he put it on.
Lin Luosang said with satisfaction: "That's it, let's go directly to Screaming Night, and you don't have to go back."
Ximu looked at the mirror and nodded repeatedly: "He doesn't mind, right?"
"No, he won't wear it anymore. If I don't give it to you, he might get rid of it after a while." Lin Luosang said, "If you really mind, I can ask for you."
"You still have Pei Hanzhou's WeChat?" Ximu raised an eyebrow in surprise. "I've heard rumors that your relationship isn't going well, so you haven't even added each other's WeChat accounts."
“…” Indeed, it was added not long ago.
However, she did not explain the details to Ximu. She sent a message to Pei Hanzhou asking him if he minded her using his suit. The man's answer was naturally yes.
[I won't wear it anymore, so I can just burn it.]
The man at that time even replied like this at the end.
In this way, the dress problem was solved smoothly. She and Ximu changed their clothes in the car, and at around eight o'clock, they walked onto the red carpet under the spotlight.
At exactly eight o'clock, Luo Xun also came to the president's office where Pei Hanzhou was, carrying his turkey noodles.
Pei Hanzhou frowned when he smelled the smell: "Do you want to go out by yourself or do you want me to ask the security to kick you out?"
"No, I have to watch something while I eat," Luo Xun walked over to the sofa and sat down, "Your TV screen is big, it's comfortable to watch."
"After the security guard presses your head against the screen, you can watch it more comfortably."
“…”
Luo Xun was about to say something when he glanced at the TV and saw a bright spot: "Oh my god, sister-in-law!"
Pei Hanzhou looked up and saw Lin Luosang's car parked in front of the camera during a live broadcast of a certain website's evening party.
The flash lights, which had been in their semi-resting period, suddenly went into crazy mode. Before she even opened her car door, the sound of clicking continued.
Luo Xun ate a mouthful of noodles with satisfaction: "Sister-in-law's popularity is so high, damn it."
Before he could even swallow the noodles, the car door opened and a short-haired... man walked out?
Doesn't look like an agent or assistant.
The man stretched out his hand to Lin Luosang, and Lin Luosang, who was wearing high heels, supported him and walked forward. The two of them looked at the camera as they walked, and it was obvious that they were very familiar with this situation.
Luo Xun took a closer look and felt something was wrong: "Why is she wearing Pinru's clothes... No, brother, look at this suit, isn't it the one that Xiao Zheng ordered for you in the wrong size?"
Pei Hanzhou didn't have time to reply. He spun his pen and squinted at the screen without saying a word.
Soon, the two walked up the stairs. After answering a few reporters' questions, Luo Xun finally felt relieved. "Oh, a girl. Now I remember, this is Ximu." He stood up and patted Pei Hanzhou on the back. "Girl, don't be nervous."
"Wearing flats and holding high heels is red carpet etiquette, nothing special."
Pei Hanzhou lowered his eyes: "Who told you I was nervous?"
Luo Xun looked at his hands that were revising the documents again, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
So the one with that murderous look in his mother's eyes just now, as if he wanted to dig Ximu out of the TV, was me? ?
Luo Xun finished his noodles with the red carpet music playing in the background. He then took out his phone and scrolled through it. He seemed to have found something interesting. He sat down next to Pei Hanzhou and handed him his phone. "Look, my sister-in-law and Ximu both have a super topic as a couple, and they have more fans than you and your sister-in-law. Do you think this is reasonable? Have you ever thought about how little interaction you and your sister-in-law have on stage? Is it really hard for you to show your affection, Pei Hanzhou?"
The man's voice was calm: "Why would I bother with those imaginary things?"
"What's so vague about that? That's called claiming sovereignty!"
Luo Xun slapped the table and argued confidently.
…
It was already past ten o'clock when Lin Luosang returned home after walking the red carpet that day. Fortunately, there was a package that could save his tired body and soul -
The new clothes she customized for Ma Tuan arrived.
She never liked looking at cold things, and since it was winter, she bought a furry sweater for Ma Tuan. She sent the size to the seller, and the buttons were sewn on the back of Ma Tuan as she expected, making it convenient to wear.
You can't see anything from the front, and there's even a pocket dug out for the ball to let the light show through, making it look a bit like Doraemon's cuteness.
Lin Luosang nodded with great satisfaction and looked at Ma Tuan from left to right: "Do you like your new clothes, Ma Tuan?"
Ma Tuan scanned it twice, then moved his ears and replied, "I like everything the master bought."
"Who set this up for you? You're such a good talker," Lin Luosang patted Ma Tuan's head in satisfaction. "You're a hundred times more talkative than your original owner."
Speak of the devil, and he appears. As soon as she finished speaking, Pei Hanzhou opened the door and walked in.
The man was a little displeased when he saw her hanging out with Ma Tuan again, until he noticed that she took out a cute wool felt and compared it to her briefcase.
It looks like she made it herself, a fat little bird pendant.
Although he never hung such stupid things on his bag, the man coughed, but considering her sincere intention of doing it herself, he could break the principle a little and give it a try.
Although it seemed that she felt bad for buying new clothes for Ma Tuan, so she brought him a small item.
But the generous man didn't care about these things. He took two steps forward, but before he could move forward, he heard her calling: "Ma Tuan, come here."
"Here I come, Master."
The little thing moved in front of her, and then Pei Hanzhou watched as she placed the little bird pendant on Ma Tuan's left waist.
Pei Hanzhou: “…”
So this is also bought for Ma Tuan, right?
The comparison she made just now was just due to her own visual difference. In fact, what she was actually comparing was the glutinous rice ball behind him?
The man walked up to her, snatched the wool felt from her hand, frowned, and asked, "How much longer are you going to waste on this boring robot?"
Lin Luosang, who didn’t know why the man got angry:?
"Isn't this your work? Can't I even admire your work?"
"Live in the present," the man said. "My original intention in doing this was to save time, not to make people waste time on it."
"I don't think it's a waste. Playing with it is quite relaxing." Lin Luosang watched the man's back getting farther and farther away, and finally realized something was wrong. "Hey, why did you take my wool felt?"
He answered confidently: "I'm missing a bag side pendant."
Lin Luosang was puzzled: "Who would hang wool felt next to a briefcase?"
"I."
“…”
The man had just finished his quarrel with Ma Tuan, and before falling asleep at night, as if he had thought of something, he asked her, "Are you going to rehearse tomorrow?"
"yes."
He flipped through the pages of the book and said casually, "You can bring two... Ma Tuan with you."
She turned around and realized she really couldn't understand this moody man: "Didn't you just tell me not to waste my time on it?"
"A little waste occasionally," the man said, "...is still acceptable."
During the rehearsal the next day, she really brought Ma Tuan with her to work. Ma Tuan was very smart. He didn't need to be carried when going up and down the stairs, and he could control his center of gravity on the slopes by himself. Lin Luosang hardly paid attention to him the whole time. He just let him sway behind her in his snow-white clothes, and his ears would move from time to time.
This little gadget is really cute and also has a sense of technology, so no matter where she goes with it, it will arouse cheers.
There are always fans taking pictures and videos of her going to and from get off work, and the same goes for rehearsals. Not long after she took Ma Tuan home from get off work, Ma Tuan was gloriously on the hot search list and firmly occupied the top spot.
The aunties in the comment section are all melted by the cuteness of this little thing:
[Aaaaaah, it's so cute that it stretches its legs when going down the stairs! I want to buy it! !]
[Think about it... ordinary people like us really can't afford that thing, and even if we could, we wouldn't be able to use it. After all, all furniture needs to be equipped with smart devices.]
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[Even if I have money, I can't buy this series? I'm really jealous. Sooooooooooo jealous!]
[Weren't they supposed to be in a marriage of convenience? This sudden development has me completely lost, but that doesn't stop me from being jealous. If my husband were willing to give me an expensive, one-of-a-kind robotic pet like this to walk around with, and even let me have the right to name it, I'd be happy to have a marriage of convenience with him.]
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…
Yue Hui was also puzzled as he watched the trending searches in the car. "Although this one is very popular, it only looks like it's ranked fifth. Why is it so stable at number one? Who bought the trending search for us?"
"You're overthinking it. Who would buy a trending search for this?" Lin Luosang speculated. "It must have gotten a lot of clicks. After all, it looks really appealing."
"That's true, but... can bringing a smart robot to get off work get more traffic than a young handsome guy announcing his relationship? What kind of metaphysics is this? It doesn't make sense if it's not buying trending searches!" Yue Hui bit his finger. "That young handsome guy is in such a mess. His career is probably going downhill after announcing his relationship. The only time he had a huge traffic explosion in his life was overshadowed by a robot following Lin Luosang around."
"Hahahahahahahahahahaha damn, it's pretty funny to think about it, isn't it?"
Yue Hui was puzzled all the way, but Lin Luosang didn't take it to heart. He took Ma Tuan back home and was about to check whether its clothes were dirty. When he turned his head, he found Pei Hanzhou was also at home.
The man was sitting upright on the sofa, looking down at his phone with a smile on his lips, as if he had seen some happy news.
Lin Luosang looked at him for a while. Perhaps sensing her gaze, the man slowly raised his head and asked, "Are you back?"
"Um."
Normally the conversation would end here, but Pei Hanzhou soon added, "There's a box on the table. Open it and take a look."
Lin Luosang turned around and saw a rectangular gift box on the table. It had a light purple shell and was tied with a bow, which looked quite grand.
"For me?"
The man nodded silently.
She opened the lid of the box without knowing why, and the next second, a custom microphone came into view.
The main color of the microphone is taro purple, her support color.
Pale purple mixed with pure white is spread out irregularly, and the purple slowly transitions from bottom to top, accompanied by creeping sequins. Under the light, it looks girly and dreamy, so dazzling that people can't even take their eyes off it.
She was stunned for a few seconds, not knowing what to say. She bit her tongue and seemed unable to express herself clearly. Finally, she asked a question that she didn't even know what she was asking: "What... is this?"
But Pei Hanzhou actually understood.
The man lowered his eyes calmly and said lightly -
"A birthday present."
Her heart skipped a beat without warning, and she belatedly looked back at the microphone in her hand.
The texture was excellent; it was the exclusive microphone she had always wanted. As she tossed and rubbed the body, she randomly guessed:
Has this microphone been turned on in advance?
Otherwise, how could she hear her own heartbeat, which seemed a little loud.
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