Spare Tire is Gone

After settling in the room, Qi Cong took out the chocolate that Gu Xun had given him and looked at it.

Dark coffee-colored packaging, with two dancing bears printed on it, with a sweet milk flavor—the one he used to eat.

Unexpectedly, Gu Xun even remembered such things.

He sat on the bed, tore open the packaging bag, broke a small piece of chocolate and put it in his mouth.

Do you contact me after eating?

Such a bar of chocolate can be broken into six pieces in total. One piece is the amount of one bite. A bite of chocolate is assumed to be chewed twenty-four times, twenty-four times are needed... He turns on the phone timer.

It only takes fifteen seconds at most to swallow.

The rich, silky, sweet taste of chocolate was left in his mouth, and he broke another piece and calculated silently at the same time.

Fifteen seconds multiplied by six is ​​equal to ninety seconds, and then subtract the time between breaking the chocolate. If it is not too tired, a bar of chocolate can be eaten in two minutes.

Qi Cong is not too tired. The reason why he often eats this brand of chocolate is because it is sweet and not too greasy.

The phone vibrated suddenly, and a WeChat message came in.

Qi Cong returned to his senses and hurriedly opened WeChat.

Mom: Have you arrived in Hengcheng yet? I checked, the temperature will cool down over there these days, remember to add clothes.

Not Gu Xun.

Qi Cong put down the chocolate and typed back Qi Yin's message. After replying to the news, he looked at the chocolate that he had eaten only two pieces and put it away carefully.

Let's eat slowly.

Just thinking about it, the phone shook again. Qi Cong thought it was Qi Yin who responded to the message and picked up the phone again.

Gu Xun: I went back to my room, at 1109, where were you?

The chocolate in his mouth was still melting slowly. Qi Cong was probably silly, so he typed and replied without thinking: the chocolate hasn't been eaten yet.

Gu Xun returned a voice.

After Qi Cong realized what he had sent, he almost choked on the chocolate, coughed a few times on his side and pointed out his voice.

Gu Xun's slightly helpless voice came out: "Gong, there is still a lot of chocolate, just treat me as pity me, can you eat a little faster?"

There are a lot more.

This was obviously just a very common sentence, but Qi Cong suddenly had an impulse in his heart. He wanted to call Gu Xun, he wanted to go to Gu Xun directly, he wanted to cover Gu Xun’s eyes, and block Gu Xun’s ears, so that Gu Xun could not hear or see, and wanted to finish Gu Xun and Jiang Zhaoyan. Completely separated.

I don't want Gu Xun to know the absurdity of the past three years. I don't want Gu Xun to know how much he lacks self-esteem and stupidity in front of Jiang Zhaoyan in the past three years. I don't want to disappoint Gu Xun, and I don't want to become unrecognizable in Gu Xun's eyes, strange and hateful.

I don't want Gu Xun to show the same depressed and sad look last time.

Qi Cong raised his hand to hold his face, took a deep breath, quickly typed and sent his room number to Gu Xun, and then added: I'm going to help Jiajia organize my luggage, and I will contact you later.

After sending, he ignored Gu Xun's reply, put down his hand to adjust his expression, put away the phone and walked to the next room.

After Qi Cong entered Shen Jia's room, he found that only Shen Jia and Zhao Zhenxun were in the room. Shen Jia's suitcases were piled up in the hallway, but Xiao Han and others were not seen to organize them.

Zhao Zhenxun was holding his mobile phone, as if he had just finished a call. Seeing Qi Cong coming in, he turned his head and gestured to the couch in the room: "Come here and talk."

Qi Cong stepped over and sat on the couch.

Shen Jia immediately moved over to Qi Cong and looked at Zhao Zhenxun: "Brother Zhao, how is it, what do you say over there?"

"Investors say that Yan Huang is indeed discussing sponsorship with the crew, and it is considered preliminary." Zhao Zhenxun sat on the solo sofa on the diagonal side of the couch and looked at Qi Cong, "You and Jiang Zhaoyan...what are you? Ideas, talk about it."

Qi Cong bowed his head and solemnly apologized: "Brother Zhao, I am sorry that my personal relationship has bothered everyone so much. I will try my best to keep my personal affairs from affecting Jiajia's work."

Shen Jia felt uncomfortable when he heard that, and retorted: "Brother, you didn't affect me. Jiang Zhaoyan is all to blame! What the **** did he think, he actually came to sponsor my TV series!"

"Jiajia's work is not something Jiang Zhaoyan can influence. Jiang Zhaoyan is just a sponsor, not an investor. "The Legend of Qinggu" has part of Manju's investment. Jiang Zhaoyan can't influence Jiajia." Zhao Zhenxun emphasized, "Now it is Jiang Zhaoyan. Asking for "Qing Gu Zhuan" to increase exposure, not "Qing Gu Zhuan" asking for Jiang Zhaoyan's cooperation, understand?"

Qi Cong was taken aback, and looked up at Zhao Zhenxun.

Zhao Zhenxun and Qi Cong looked at each other, with no emotions like anger in their eyes, and continued: "I asked your thoughts to know if you want to avoid possible contact with Jiang Zhaoyan. If you want, I can transfer you back. Beishi, if you don’t continue to give Jiajia to the group, you can just take advantage of this time to take an acting class. Regarding your career plan, Mr. Shen and I have set a prototype. Singing and dancing idols are not suitable for you, and the company is going to let You mainly focus on singing and acting, and take the low-key power line of speaking with works. We will not over-package you, will not set you up, will not give you large-scale marketing and hype, but will only give you the opportunity for you to try , Go out the work, little by little, let you grow and break. In this way, your money may be slower, or you may not be able to become popular in the end, but the development will be very solid, and no one will pay too much attention and criticize you. Private life. Can you understand what I mean?"

Understand, how can I not understand.

Zhao Zhenxun and Shen Man are from his standpoint, and they have prepared a path to suit his pace as much as possible. They even considered his complicated personal relationship and are trying to protect him.

"Understood." Qi Cong nodded and couldn't help repeating, "I understand, thank Brother Zhao. And thank you Mr. Shen."

"Then Jiang Zhaoyan sponsored this, what is your attitude?"

Qi Cong looked at Shen Jia next to him, and replied: "I will do the work I should do in business affairs. If Jiang Zhaoyan is really here because of me, then I will solve him and will not let him further influence. To Jiajia."

Evasion cannot solve any problems. Since Jiang Zhaoyan dared to come, he dared to face it. He didn't allow himself to run away, and threw the mess to Zhao Zhenxun and Shen Jia to deal with.

Zhao Zhenxun took a deep look at Qi Cong and nodded: "Very good. From tomorrow, every day after Jiajia's play, you will come to Jiajia's room to take online lessons with him and learn acting skills. Okay, pack your bags."

Qi Cong answered, got up and walked towards Shen Jia's suitcase.

Xiao Han and the others also rushed over quickly and helped Shen Jia return to buy things together. After finishing the sorting process, Qi Cong avoided the crowd and called Shen Jia, and said: "Jia Jia, can you tell me in detail what happened between me and Jiang Zhaoyan in the past three years?"

Shen Jia froze, his eyes obviously dodged: "Didn't you have told you this before, just go to work for Jiang Zhaoyan or something, there is nothing worth talking about."

"Jia Jia." Qi Cong grabbed Shen Jia's dodge vision, "I want to know the details, all the details you know."

Shen Jia looked at Qi Cong and resisted: "Brother, let's look forward, can't we?"

"I ask this because I want to look forward."

The two looked at each other, and finally Shen Jia compromised first, with a wrinkled expression: "Then wait for the night, I will tell you."

…

After lunch, Shen Jia and Zhao Zhenxun went to a meeting with the producers, directors, screenwriters and others of "The Legend of Qinggu". Qi Cong stayed in the hotel room and took out his mobile phone to open WeChat.

There are six unread messages on WeChat, two from Qi Yin and four from Gu Xun. Among them, two messages from Gu Xun were for reporting the itinerary, and two were for asking if Qi Cong had a good lunch, and the last message was sent at 1:43.

Qi Cong checked the phone time, and it was almost three o'clock.

At this time, Gu Xun should have left the hotel and went to the film and television city to meet with the crew, ready to shoot the night scene at night.

He typed in reply.

Qi Cong: What time are you going to be busy tonight?

Gu Xun second replied: If the shooting goes well, around eleven o'clock [poor]. Are you finished?

Qi Cong looked at the poor expression, lowered his eyes, and replied: Um. are you free tomorrow? I want to invite you to dinner.

Gu Xun directly returned a voice. Qi Cong clicked on.

"Yes. What do you want to eat? I'm more familiar here. Would you like me to recommend it for you? Crabs are coming up this season. Do you want to eat crab pot? Or go for porridge? There is a porridge shop made of sweet-scented osmanthus porridge. It's very fragrant and very good. Well, or, do you want to have soup?"

Gu Xun’s voice was full of joy, and the ending sound was all sultry expectations. The advice was also very considerate. Knowing that Qi Cong is not good at spicy food, he recommends light food.

Qi Cong was silent for a while, and then replied: "It's all okay. I have updated the code, and I will contact you tomorrow?"

Gu Xun quickly returned his voice and sighed: "Then contact me tomorrow...Can I send you good night tonight?"

Qi Cong listened to this voice repeatedly, remembered the conversation he had agreed with Shen Jia in the evening, clicked the voice input, and replied: "Yes."

…

This afternoon, Qi Cong’s codeword efficiency was extremely poor, and he could write an update in only two hours, but he could not finish the code until Xiao Hanlai knocked on the door to tell him to go to dinner.

He closed the computer, looked at the two-character paper bag on the cabinet, got up, picked up the phone and left the room.

The dinner was eaten by the entire crew of "The Legend of Qinggu", which included two halls of the hotel restaurant, which was very lively. As an assistant, Qi Cong was arranged to go to the second hall with Xiao Han and others, not with the director and others.

During the meal, the female assistant who didn’t know which actor was at the same table suddenly screamed with her mobile phone, and then approached the companion next to her, and said in a low voice, “God, I heard that Gu Xun didn’t live in the hotel of the crew set by “On the Dynasty”. Come live alone in Dingli, on the eleventh floor! It's downstairs!"

Her companion almost choked in shock, his eyes widened: "Really?"

"Really, someone saw it, and all the photos they took were sent to the group. Wow, Gu Xun downstairs, Shen Jia and Lian Peng Xing upstairs, let's go to heaven!"

"Keep your voice down!"

Qi Cong glanced over there and squeezed his chopsticks.

Did Gu Xun leave the crew and live alone? He thought it was the crew of "Above the Dynasty" that had just set the stage.

When the second hall finished eating, the first hall where the director and the others were was drinking lively. Xiao Han went to ask Zhao Zhenxun, and got all the assistants' orders to go back to the room to rest in advance, so a group of assistants retreated early, followed the other people who left after eating, and went to the elevator to wait for the elevator to go upstairs.

After a while, the elevator on the right stopped on this floor, the door opened, and Jiang Zhaoyan and a man with a slightly cold and arrogant temperament appeared.

Qi Cong's relaxed and relaxed expression sank, looking at Jiang Zhaoyan, the deep-seated hatred surged stupidly.

Obviously I have already warned, and I have gone so far, why do I want to appear again. His life finally got a direction, and he and Gu Xun... finally started again.

Jiang Zhaoyan also saw Qi Cong outside the elevator. He was visibly stunned. Then his eyes were locked on Qi Cong. His gaze scanned Qi Cong from top to bottom like a scanner. His brows were slowly frowned, and his words just reprimanded: " What the **** are you? Who made you dress like this?"

The man standing next to Jiang Zhaoyan turned his head when he heard the words, followed Jiang Zhaoyan’s sight to look at Qi Cong, raised his eyebrows, and smiled: “I didn’t expect to see the young master of Miki’s family here. I’m An Xiahe, I don’t know. Do you remember me? When we were in junior high school, we were classmates in adjacent classes."?

Fire|The smell of medicine.

Everyone in the elevator looked at Qi Cong, Xiao Han and others also smelled something wrong, Yuanyuan pulled Qi Cong's clothes, and asked in a low voice: "Brother Cong, is this someone you know? "

"Yes." Qi Cong replied, his gaze swept over Jiang Zhaoyan and An Xiahe, quenched the ice, and brought a knife. "A former boss who unscrupulously exploited employees, and a **** with a history of violence on campus, is deeply impressed."

As soon as these words came out, the elevator room was quiet again, and Jiang Zhaoyan and An Xia and their expressions changed.