Spare Tire is Gone

Qi Cong returned to his senses, his first reaction was to turn his head and look around, then drew out the hat originally prepared for Shen Jia from his backpack, and put his hand on Gu Xun's head, frowning: "There are many people in the outdoor parking lot. Miscellaneous, how do you connect—well."

Gu Xun fed the ice cream into Qi Cong’s mouth, looked up at the brim of his hat, his smile widened, and slightly bent over to look at Qi Cong: "Thank you, Cong Cong." After finishing speaking, he raised his eyes to Zhao Zhenxun in this posture, and motioned for a moment. A black car in the distance, "Can I borrow your little employee for a while? Five minutes will do."

The morning sun shines thinly on Gu Xun wearing a clean white T and light-colored jeans, illuminating his smiling eyebrows, cold white skin, three-dimensional facial features, sculptural perfect cheek contours, tall and sturdy figure. The sultry hormones of adult men are released unscrupulously.

"...Hiss." I don't know who took a breath in secret.

Everyone finally recovered.

Shen Jia looked back and forth at Gu Xun and Qi Cong's current posture that clearly exceeded the limit of ordinary friends, and looked silly after being shocked and speechless. The other assistants were also stupid as they were fed the shock fruit, their eyes quickly went back and forth between Gu Xun and Qi Cong, and they used their eyes to gossiping wildly.

Only Zhao Zhenxun was sane in the audience. He was sure that there should be no paparazzi squatting around. He glanced at Gu Xun's car not far away, then looked at Qi Cong, frowned, and asked, "Do you want to be borrowed by Gu Xun?"

Everyone's eyes fell on Qi Cong again.

Gu Xun also lowered his eyes to look at Qi Cong who had returned to his senses and spit out the ice cream spoon. He smiled and shook the ice cream box: "Come with me and have ice cream."

Qi Cong was completely stiff. Hearing that he took a deep breath of the emotions in his heart that was stirred up by Gu Xun's extraordinary actions under the pressure, he tried his best to keep calm and calm, and looked back at Zhao Zhenxun: "Broker Zhao, can I leave for five minutes?"

Gu Xun chuckled happily.

Qi Cong clenched his fists, not daring to look at other people's expressions, and bit the bullet and added: "Mr. Gu likes to joke more."

Everyone: "..." I love to fart! Gu Xun's nickname "Young Master Living on the Iceberg" was not for nothing.

Zhao Zhenxun couldn’t stand it anymore, and said to Gu Xun, “Return my employees back on time.” After speaking, he looked at Qi Cong, his mouth opened, but he didn’t say anything. He just waved his head and gestured to Qi Cong. Go quickly and come back.

Qi Cong said thank you, and returned the makeup case to Yuanyuan, and handed the accessory case to Xiao Han, another boy in the assistant, and finally looked at Shen Jia.

Shen Jia's face was concealed and abandoned in disbelief and confusion, faintly aggrieved, squeezed his face, looked at Gu Xun, and then at Qi Cong: "You...you..."

"I'll explain to you when I come back." Qi Cong patted Shen Jia comfortingly, then turned his head to Gu Xun and said, "Let's go." After finishing speaking, he walked towards Gu Xun's car first.

Gu Xun glanced sideways at Shen Jia, stopped at the spot where Shen Jia was photographed, and followed Qi Cong.

After approaching Gu Xun's car, Qi Cong realized that there was an assistant standing beside Gu Xun's car. Seeing him coming, the assistant immediately walked to the car door, bent over to help him pull the car door, and gestured to him to please.

Qi Cong: "...Thank you." He looked back at Gu Xun, bent over and got into the car.

Gu Xun also got into the car. With the car door closed, Qi Cong did not wait for Gu Xun to speak, and said, "My family is bankrupt."

Gu Xun stopped facing Qi Cong.

"I really need the job of Assistant Shen Jia." Qi Cong felt a little embarrassed, but some things had to be said clearly. He turned his head to look at Gu Xun, and said seriously, "Gu Xun, I can't always leave my job because of you. Jia Jia gave me a job with no social experience at all out of kindness. I can't rely on him. It’s a friend who always deals with personal affairs and interferes with his work during working hours. This is not right."

Gu Xun slowly put the ice cream spoon into the box, with a smile on his face, and asked: "Your family is broke? When did it happen?"

Qi Cong turned his head and replied: "At the beginning of the year."

At the beginning of the year, "Heavenly Questions" took a crucial period of major international film exhibitions abroad.

Gu Xun didn't speak, and the brim of the peaked cap cast a shadow on his eyebrows, making his eyes a little dull.

When Gu Xun was silent and expressionless, the strong pressure from his body was immediately revealed, and the low air pressure spread like ice, quickly covering this small space in the car.

Qi Cong lowered his eyes, tightened his hands and continued, "Gu Xun, you and Jiajia are both public figures, and I am Jiajia's assistant. If you come to me so unscrupulously, you may bring Jiajia—"

"You mean, you want to keep a distance from me because of Shen Jia?"

Qi Cong shut up, looked at his fingers for two seconds, and turned his head to meet Gu Xun's gaze again, and said seriously: "I'm not for Shen Jia, but for myself. I'm afraid Zhao Zhenxun will bring it to Jia Jia because of me. I was dismissed because of bad influence. My memory stayed in my junior year. I didn't finish my professional knowledge and social experience. It was difficult to find a secured job quickly. Also... I was short of money. Gu Xun, I really need this job."

Gu Xun's teeth tightened without a trace. He turned his head and threw the spoon back into the ice cream box, leaning into the back of the car: "I've affected your life."

Qi Cong also retracted his gaze: "Not yet."

The car fell silent.

After a while, Gu Xun moved. He stretched out his hand and put the ice cream on the armrest between the front seats, sitting sideways facing Qi Cong, slightly pressing his shoulders, supporting his arms on his knees, crossing his hands, and drew Qi Cong's gaze with a low "um", and then turned to Qi Cong. She smiled apologetically: "I didn't think about it well. This ice cream is melted, so I won't give it to you. I will ask you to eat better next time."

The invisible low air pressure in the car quickly dissipated as Gu Xun’s expression relaxed and his tone slowed down. Qi Cong loosened his grip on his fingers and shook his head: "No need to apologize, I know that your behavior is out of goodwill, and I am embarrassing you too much. , Sorry...thank you for the ice cream."

Gu Xun looked at Qi Cong, paused for two seconds, leaned back a little further, and said more slowly: "Qi Cong, I'm going to the airport soon. The promotion of "Heaven Questions" plus the shooting of "Above Dynasty", I will be very busy during the next period of time. I came to you so rashly today because I wanted to say something to you before I was too busy."

Qi Cong was taken aback for a moment, then slowed down, and asked, "What is it?"

Gu Xun's expression is serious: "I only told you yesterday that I regretted deceiving you in the past, and I didn't have time to thank you. You did not completely ignore or even hate me for my past deceptions, I am very grateful."

"...No need." Qi Cong withdrew his gaze, "No need." As for what I don't need, I don't know.

He actually didn't know if he hated Gu Xun because of Gu Xun's deception.

When he said hate, it didn't seem to be. He could feel that Gu Xun's deception was done in good faith, and when he lost his memory, he might have hurt Gu Xun and owed Gu Xun something. He said he didn't hate, but he couldn't come in contact with the completely strange Gu Xun naturally and calmly.

When facing Gu Xun, his emotions were chaotic, and he didn't hate...and it was difficult to love.

"I also want to ask, can we...can be friends again?"

Friends, a position that can continue to get along and have the opportunity to go further, but will not push too tightly.

Qi Cong moved. Just about to answer, Gu Xun continued: "I want to meet you again in a real way, can you? Give us a chance to start from the beginning."

Maybe the word "from scratch" was too tempting, maybe Gu Xun's expression was too like before, maybe he wanted to get rid of the chaos, after a few seconds of silence, Qi Cong nodded.

Within five minutes, Qi Cong got out of the car.

Before leaving, Qi Cong bent over and rushed to Gu Xun in the car and said, "Then you can stop mentioning me in public in the future?"

Gu Xun paused impenetrably, then smiled and nodded: "Of course, I will wait until we become real...friends again, and then introduce our relationship to everyone."

Qi Cong breathed a sigh of relief, thanked him, and left with confidence.

After Qi Cong left, the mixed-race assistant brother immediately returned to the car. He started the car while wearing the seat belt, and said in anxious tone: "Brother Gu, we can't catch the plane."

"too skinny."

The assistant looked at Gu Xun through the rearview mirror in confusion: "What's too thin?"

"He." Gu Xun raised his hand to touch the car window and traced the outline of Qi Cong walking away on the glass. "Why didn't I find out before, he is so thin. What is the general salary of an artist assistant now?"

The assistant couldn't keep up with Gu Xun's thoughts, and turned the steering wheel while replying: "There are more than 3,000 to 10,000, depending on the type of assistant. Some bosses will send out another big red envelope at the end of the year. Gu Ge , Not all bosses are as generous as you."

From three thousand to ten thousand, Qi Cong's pocket money in a month was more than that when he was in school.

Gu Xun's nails scratched the car window with an unpleasant sound.

Qi Cong's figure turned away from the flower bed. He withdrew his gaze. After he stopped deliberately closing his eyes, his slightly domineering sense of oppression leaked out again, and his tone was slightly anxious: "Even if the family goes bankrupt, he used to be a medium-sized company. The company’s executives shouldn’t be short of money now. There must be something that I don’t know about. Someone must be bullied... that’s right."

He took out his mobile phone and opened a Weibo statement that was forwarded and insulted on the Weibo trumpet, and his voice was low and cold: "There is indeed a **** bullying him, right under my nose."

…

Qi Cong found Zhao Zhenxun after entering the studio and took the initiative to promise that there would be no such thing as leaving his post during working hours due to private affairs.

Zhao Zhenxun looked at Qi Cong for two seconds, then nodded: "It's fine if you understand."

After talking with Zhao Zhenxun, Qi Cong found Shen Jia again, saying that he would talk to Shen Jia about Gu Xun in detail in the evening. Shen Jiazheng was pressed by Yuanyuan to trim his eyebrows, and he couldn't express any objections after hearing the words, so he could only express his consent.

The promotional photos were taken in a hurry. I had to take several sets of clothes a day, and everyone was very busy. Qi Cong was not very familiar with the assistant's work, so he could only wink a little. When he saw other assistants were too busy to come, he took the initiative to help, and gradually got used to it.

After seven o'clock in the evening, the filming finally ended completely. Everyone was very tired and collapsed after getting in the car, and no one spoke.

Qi Cong glanced at Shen Jia who slept with the back of the chair after getting in the car next to him, took out a spare coat and put him on his stomach, then took out his mobile phone and clicked on the WeChat that had piled up several unread messages.

Most of the news was sent by Qi Yin, and the other two were... Qi Cong looked at Gu Xun's cat portrait, moved his fingers, and clicked on Qi Yin's WeChat first.

Mom: I found the hard drive and the notes. I looked at it. The hard drive is good and the notes are not missing. They have been sent to you. They should arrive tomorrow.

Mom: Do you want to pick up your studies again?

Mom: That's not bad. Didn't you want to take the postgraduate entrance examination? I think although you have lost a few years, if you study well, you will definitely be admitted to the school you want to go to.

Mom: In short, no matter what you want to do, Mom will support you.

Mom: Are you busy?

Mom: Baby, give me a message when you are done.

Qi Cong touched the word "baby" on the screen, smiled lightly, and returned a few messages to Qi Yin, then exited the chat box that looked towards Gu Xun and clicked on it.

Gu Xun: I got on the plane.

Gu Xun: I got off the plane.

Gu Xun: Just take care of me.

Qi Cong curled up with his fingertips, and the shy Gu Xun three years ago flashed in his mind. He quickly returned to his senses and remembered the ice cream he had eaten today.

He lowered his eyes, opened the input box, found the ice cream icon in the system expression, and posted it.