Spare Tire is Gone

When the pendant was picked up, the skin on the collarbone was also gently rubbed by the fingertips. Gu Xun leaned forward more because of this action, and the breath when speaking was no longer "seems" this time, but actually sprayed on the chest and abdomen. The ambiguous and warm breath attached to the pajamas, spreading all the way, and before the remaining temperature dissipated, it lightly scalded his heart.

Qi Cong immediately stood up straight, raising his hand to pull Gu Xun's hand away.

Thin and white hands grasp the slender and powerful palms, the warm skin is in direct contact, and the cold white and warm white skin colors complement each other. The softest part of Qi Cong's palm covers Gu Xun's finger bones, which are particularly hard because of his force. The joints, like the soft belly of a small animal, suddenly hit the sharp claws of a beast.

Both of them had a meal, and then they looked at each other unconsciously.

The danger and aggression that Gu Xun had been cautiously hidden in his eyes were directly exposed because of this accident.

Different from a gentle, casual, or even a little joking tone, his eyes are deep and deep, and his eyes are focused and sharp. There seems to be a hook with a thick chain hidden inside, ready to hook the prey to his own territory at any time. The inside is firmly locked.

Qi Cong froze, then immediately let go, stepped a step sideways and pulled away from Gu Xun, and instead pulled the crown out of the necklace chain, he said, "This shouldn't affect the content of the thank you gift...it's too late. You'd better go back and rest early."

Gu Xun closed his eyes hard, gritted his teeth and cursed himself silently, unwillingly let go of the pendant, leaned back and pulled Qi Cong a distance, then quickly adjusted his expression, took off his hat and grabbed a hand of hair, his tone of helplessness With a little tiredness, he said: "Sorry, it's not good for me to disturb you so late, I'll just..."

He stood up, but suddenly shook, fell back on the bed, held one thigh with his hand, frowned quickly, then stood up again with a slower motion than before, smiled at Qi Cong, and put on his hat again. : "Then you go to bed early, I'll leave first."

Qi Cong caught this scene, frowned, looked at Gu Xun's expression as if nothing happened, his gaze swept across Gu Xun’s legs, and the palpitations that had just been seen by Gu Xun’s eyes still remained in his mouth, but his mouth was still I couldn't help but care: "Your legs...what's wrong?"

Gu Xun followed Qi Cong’s gaze and looked down and moved his legs, embarrassed: "I didn’t expect to be discovered by you. It’s okay. I was filming the outdoor scenes of "Above Dynasty" in Shencheng these past two days. I want to hang on to Wia, because I was in a hurry to shoot the movie today, and I accidentally left a bruise. It's not serious, so don't worry."

Diaoweiya, and rushing to the show... Qi Cong glanced at Gu Xun's little bag that had fallen on the bed.

Gu Xun said that this was a gift for him.

Obviously filming is very tiring and hard, but I rushed to work one day in advance. The schedule was so tight, but I didn't forget to bring gifts... just to see you for five minutes?

Qi Cong bit the flesh of his mouth.

"Let's... break the meeting again, and wait until your assistant helps you open the room." He looked at the instant noodles on the TV cabinet, frowned, and raised his eyes to look at Gu Xun, "When are you on the plane? Dinner? have you eaten?"

Gu Xun didn’t know what kind of politeness was. Hearing that, he immediately sat back down, then raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows, with a very tired but vigorous expression, and replied: “There are planes after five o’clock. meal."

Where is the flight meal good?

But at this point, eating instant noodles doesn't seem to be good. And sleeping when you are full also affects your rest.

"That pendant."

Qi Cong regained his senses from his random thoughts, looked at Gu Xun, and instinctively raised his hand to pinch the pendant between his collarbone: "What's the matter?"

Gu Xun paused, glanced over Qi Cong's hand holding the pendant, raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows, and replied: "It's hot search. Now Weibo is very lively, and Shen Jia's fans are guessing. Why did Jia give this to you? Some of them think... you might be secretly dating."

"Dating in love?" Qi Cong was taken aback by this outrageous guess, a little bit dumbfounded, and hurriedly shook his head and turned back, "No, Jiajia is different from us. He sent me this to wish me a smooth debut——" Speaking of which he Suddenly reacted and stopped talking.

The room quieted strangely.

After a long while, Gu Xun sat upright, looked at Qi Cong, and asked, "Are you going to make a debut?"

"..."

It couldn't be more embarrassing anyway.

Qi Cong slowly loosened the pendant, tried to calm his expression and tone, and nodded: "Yes, I have this plan at the moment. I... I owe a foreign debt and want to pay it back quickly. I also want to save money for Dad as soon as possible. Mom buys a house, Jiajia said that being an entertainer makes money fast, he just has a way out, so I...I'm going to try."

Gu Xun did not know when he lowered his head. His expression was obscured by the brim of the hat, and he could only see his hands on his legs squeeze each other hard.

After a few seconds of silence, he looked up at Qi Cong, and said, "I have decided what I want to thank."

The topic turned too fast, and Qi Cong, who was nervously waiting for Gu Xun's reaction, couldn't react as much as: "Huh?"

"Please write me a few words. I will tell you what to write after I think about it." Gu Xun stood up and walked to a place one meter away in front of Qi Cong. He leaned slightly to look at Qi Cong and smiled. ,"There will be everything you want. Good night."

After speaking, he straightened up, went over Qi Cong to the door, opened the door and left.

Click.

The door closes automatically.

Qi Cong slowly turned sideways and looked at the closed door. After a while, he withdrew his gaze and looked at his silhouette reflected on the metal decorative strip on the bedside.

Gu Xun knew that he had become so snobbish and tacky three years later, did he feel...very disappointed?

The metal decorations distorted and blurred the face, and the facial features that could be seen in the first place suddenly became obnoxious.

Qi Cong turned his eyes away, bowed his head and tightened his hands, stepped forward to the bed, bent down to even out the place where Gu Xun had sat, and then reached out and picked up the sky blue delicate paper bag that Gu Xun had left on the bed, gently turn on.

A book with a brown celestial cover appeared.

Qi Cong was stunned, and then unconsciously moved quickly. He took the book out of the bag and flipped it over and looked at it. After confirming that it was indeed the original Spanish scriptwriting book he had always wanted, the corners of his mouth could not help. Cocked.

Halfway up, he solidified his expression again. He looked down at the book for a long time, pursed his lips, and gently touched the cover of the book, which had a great sense of essence, bent down to pick up the bag, and put the book back.

A white card floated out of the bag.

Qi Cong paused, bending over to pick up the card.

It was a business card with a highly designed geometric logo on the back, and on the front... the name of a law firm, and the name and phone number of a lawyer were printed on the front.

Qi Cong tightened his hands.

this is……

The phone suddenly shook, Qi Cong returned to his senses, took out the phone and turned it on.

Gu Xun: Attorney Jin has already learned the basic situation of you and "Xia Bone". He will probably contact you this weekend to talk to you in detail.

Gu Xun: I hope you don't refuse this apologetic gift.

Gu Xun: Qi Cong, I am extremely sorry for what I lied to you in the past.

Gu Xun: Please, accept my apologies.

Qi Cong squeezed the phone tightly, his apple slid frequently, his eyes blinked vigorously, and finally he couldn't help but rub his eyes on his clothes, bowed his head for a while, typed two words and sent it over.

...

Outside.

Gu Xun, who was leaning against the wall, looked at the new message.

Baby: Thank you.

"... stingy." He poked the avatar of the person commented as "baby" and sighed, "I don't even have a good night. There is still this system avatar. Tsk, won't you change a selfie?"

The phone shook suddenly again.

Baby: Remember to rub the bruises on your legs with medicated wine.

Baby: Thank you very much.

Baby: Thank you for visiting me too, good night.

Gu Xun raised his eyebrows, satisfied, touched the message from "Baby" lightly, and said with a smile: "Good night."

The door of the opposite room was suddenly opened, and Zhao Zhenxun appeared behind the door with a look on his stepdad expression, his tone obviously suppressed his temper: "Mr. Gu, how long will you stand at the door of my artist's room like a pervert?"

Gu Xun immediately turned off his cell phone and his expression, looked sideways at the door beside him, and stood up straight after making sure that Qi Cong hadn't bothered him, and asked Zhao Zhenxun, "Mr. Zhao, do you have time to talk?"

Zhao Zhenxun also looked at Qi Cong's door, frowned and turned sideways: "Ten minutes."

Gu Xun walked over.

Click.

The door next door to Qi Cong was suddenly opened slightly. Shen Jia weakly probed and asked, "That...may I join?"

Gu Xun stopped, looked back at Shen Jia, did not speak, and went straight into Zhao Zhenxun's room.

Zhao Zhenxun stared at Shen Jia with a black face: "Just your nose... come here."

...

When leaving the hotel the next morning, Qi Cong looked back at the hotel building several times and swept around the hotel door unconsciously. Unfortunately, until he got in the car that was leaving, a familiar shadow did not appear in his vision.

The car slowly drove far, and the hotel was getting smaller and smaller. Just as the car was about to turn, Qi Cong vaguely saw a familiar shadow appearing at the entrance of the hotel.

He was taken aback, and just before he was about to take a closer look, the car turned a corner.

The hotel door is blocked by green trees, completely invisible.

He held the twisted posture and stopped for two seconds, then turned back to his side.

Zhao Zhenxun in the front seat just turned around, and the two looked at each other. Zhao Zhenxun said, "Change your WeChat profile picture."

Qi Cong was puzzled: "Change your profile picture?"

"Yes, change to selfies and practice your selfie skills. It's not okay to be an artist who can't take selfies. Today Jiajia's job is to record an indoor interview. You don't need to follow it. Let Xiao Han follow. Yuanyuan."

Yuanyuan, who was sitting in the last row, responded.

"After arriving in Yaocheng, you cut Qi Cong's hair. Don't cut it too short. Just make a shape and let him look refreshed. When you get back to Beishi, you can help contact your teacher and ask him to follow Qi Cong's advice. The face shape is specially designed with hairstyles."

Yuanyuan responded loudly.

Zhao Zhenxun looked at Qi Cong again, as if he had something to say, but in the end he didn't say anything. He only asked: "Keep your voice well, when you return to Beishi, I will take you to the company's vocal teacher."

These arrangements are clearly paving the way for their debut. Qi Cong nodded obediently.

Zhao Zhenxun retracted his sight.

Shen Jia, who was sitting next to Qi Cong, immediately leaned to Qi Cong's side, took a look at Qi Cong's face, and sighed sadly: "Brother Cong, you are so good-looking, it's too unsafe."

Qi Cong looked at Shen Jia inexplicably: "What?"

Shen Jia didn't answer, shook his head full of thoughts, put on the headphones, and focused on the outline of today's interview.

...

After arriving in Yaocheng, Yuanyuan cut Qi Cong's hair according to Zhao Zhenxun's instructions. I didn't cut much, so I only trimmed the hair ends that were too long, adjusted the level, and shaped the bangs that covered Qi's eyebrows.

After the cut, Yuanyuan looked at Qi Cong's tender brows and eyes intact, raised her hand to hold her face exaggeratedly, her tone was intoxicated: "Gentle beauty is a good match for vitality, I can."

Qi Cong, who was looking at the small mirror and sweeping the broken hair around his neck, tilted his head in confusion: "What did you say?"

"Ah? Oh, I said, Brother Sun, your skin is really good, you don’t even have a closed mouth, and your eyebrows grow well. You don’t need to shave your eyebrows. Unlike Jiajia, you have thick hair and each one is very stubborn and very bad. deal with."

Qi Cong thought of Shen Jia's vigorously growing hair, and agreed with a smile: "Jia Jia's hair is really dense, and it grows fast. He has been like this since he was a child."

"Hey, Zhuma Zhuma." Yuanyuan suddenly held her face again, and sincerely suggested when Qi Cong looked over again in doubt, "Brother Cong, if you don't know how to take selfies, you can let Jiajia teach you. You can take a selfie with you. Learn, um, take more group photos, and after a long time you will take a selfie, come on." After speaking, he drifted away with a smile of mystery.

Qi Cong watched Yuanyuan leave, looked back in the mirror, and finally got closer to the style before "sleeping" after her hair was shortened, and swept away the last hair on her neck.

Do you learn to take a group photo first?

...

There is no need to follow Shen Jia to the TV station to record the interview. After cutting his hair, Qi Cong simply took advantage of this free time to write the third chapter of "Chivalrous Bone". After finishing writing, he sorted out the manuscripts, caught the bugs, and put them on the old Jiangtian website, deposited them in the manuscript deposit box, and decided to publish them at midnight.

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