Spare Tire is Gone

Beep.

The sound of the room card swiping, then the sound of the door handle being turned, followed by the sound of opening the door. A tall and long figure stepped lightly towards the door, calling out: "Gumbling?"

no respond.

Xiao Han's voice came from outside the door: "My call to Brother Mong has never been answered. Will he do anything stupid, Mr. Gu——"

"Shhh." Gu Xun turned his head and motioned to Xiao Han Su's voice, and then listened carefully to the sounds in the room.

It was quiet, as if no one was there.

He signaled Xiao Han not to come in first, then stepped through the door, looked sideways at the bathroom with the door open, then walked through the bathroom, scanned the laptop on the table, and looked in the direction of the bed.

The thin young man was lying slightly curled up in the corner of the bed, the phone was on the quilt, the hem of the T-shirt was rolled up, revealing a thin waistline, the pajamas were loose, and the trouser legs slid up to reveal the lines. Beautiful calf, probably feeling cold, feet tucked into the quilt next to it.

The noon sun shrouded him, fainting his soft hair with a pale golden edge, his face with soft facial features was half buried in the quilt, his eyelashes swept a fan-like shadow under his eyes, and his white skin was next to the white bed sheet. , So that the blush on the lips became more conspicuous.

Gu Xun stopped, slowly turned around, and looked straight at Qi Cong who was asleep.

"Mr. Gu, why did he--"

"Shhh." Gu Xun turned his head to Xiao Han at the door again and made a silent gesture, then looked at Qi Cong, who was still asleep on the bed, walked to the door lightly, and took Xiao Han from his hand. He held the doorknob with the other hand and blocked the door tightly with his body. He lowered his voice and said to Xiao Han, "Help me tell Broker Zhao, I will borrow Qi Cong’s spare room card. Don’t worry, he just sleeps. It's over."

Xiao Han breathed a sigh of relief: "It's just fine to fall asleep, and it scares me to death. Also, it was like that yesterday, maybe Brother Song didn't sleep all night."

Gu Xun looked up and down Xiao Han: "I heard Qi Cong call you Xiao Han?"

Xiao Han nodded hurriedly: "Yes, everyone calls me Xiao Han, Mr. Gu, you can also—"

"Xiao Han." Gu Xun interrupted Xiao Han's voice when he couldn't help raising his voice. He turned his head to listen to the movement in the house, and blocked the door tighter, "Thank you for coming to deliver food to Gonggong. I will be here. , It’s been hard, bye."

Xiao Han choked, looked at Gu Xun’s polite but unrejectable expression, and looked at Gu Xun’s tall figure blocking the door and the lunch box in Gu Xun’s hand that arrived at some point. His mouth opened, and he always felt something was wrong. , Said: "But Brother Zhao asked me to deliver food to Brother Cong..." You just happened to ran into him halfway through.

Gu Xun smiled: "You have already delivered it. I will tell him from Broker Zhao."

"..." Xiao Han tried to see the situation in the room through the gap between Gu Xun's body and the door, but he couldn't see anything. He glanced at Gu Xun who seemed to be smiling, but in fact it was not too kind. He pressed it down and looked back and walked away.

Gu Xun took a step back and closed the door until Xiao Han disappeared in the corner of the corridor. He turned and walked gently back into the room.

Qi Cong was still asleep in the previous posture.

Very well-behaved.

Gu Xun gently put the lunch box on the table, took off his hat and scratched his hair, went around to the side closer to Qi Cong, and bent over.

The tall body blocked the sunlight, casting a shadow on Qi Cong. Qi Cong suddenly frowned and moved his head as if he had noticed the change in light and shadow.

Gu Xun froze, and hurriedly got up and let go.

The sun shrouded again, Qi's frowning brows loosened, turned over, and buried his head in the soft quilt. Because of this action, he originally rolled up a section of the T-shirt and moved up a bit, revealing a piece of skin on his back.

After confirming that Qi Cong was asleep again, Gu Xun tried to move forward again. He tried his best to find an angle that did not block the sun, and leaned towards Qi Cong.

A few strands of messy hair fell on Qi Cong's forehead and between his eyebrows. Because he turned his back to the sun, without the sunlight's natural filter, the faint blue shadow under Qi Cong's eyes was clearly revealed.

Gu Xun stretched out his hand, pulled out Qi Cong's hair between his eyebrows, and touched Qi Cong's eyes with his fingers.

I must have not slept well.

He looked at the end of Qi Cong's eyes again.

There is no red.

Didn’t you cry? Or is the trace of crying gone?

The room is quiet and the sunlight is gentle. If you try to listen, you can hear a little bit of grief, light and shallow breathing.

Gu Xun looked at the phone next to Qi Cong, reached out and picked it up, pressed it on, and entered a string of numbers into the unlock interface without hesitation. The phone lock was unlocked, and the Weibo page that Qi Cong hadn't had time to close before going to bed was revealed.

Above is the comment area of ​​the Weibo posted by Haicheng News.

Did you finally fall asleep after seeing this?

Gu Xun locked his phone and looked at Qi Cong who was sleeping in a ball, his eyes swept over Qi Cong's exposed lower back, and he stretched out his hand toward the spine that was so obvious because the owner was too thin.

It's really skinny.

Touching his fingertips, he left immediately, Gu Xun looked at Qi Cong's sleeping face.

Qi Cong was not awakened.

After a while, his slender fingers moved to the hem of the rolled up T-shirt and gently pulled it down.

Will catch a cold.

The feeling of involvement brought by the clothes made Qi Cong uneasy again. Gu Xun simply leaned forward, reaching under Qi Cong's shoulders with one hand, and reaching the bend of Qi Cong's legs with the other, and gently hugged him.

Qi Cong frowned, his eyelashes trembled and his eyes opened.

Gu Xun lowered his eyes and looked at Qi Cong. He hugged him upright, put his head on the pillow, put his body straight and covered the quilt, leaned close, and kissed Qi Cong's eyebrows. His voice was gentle and coaxing: "Go on to sleep, all over. Up."

Qi Cong opened his eyes wide and looked straight at Gu Xun. After a few seconds, he suddenly closed his eyes again, and consciously drilled into the quilt, his head was half buried, and his breathing became steady again after a while.

Gu Xun: "...?"

He lowered his head to look at Qi Cong who was really still sleeping. It was rare to be silly for a while, then the corners of his mouth slowly curled up, stretched out his hand to pinch Qi Cong's ear, leaned over, and smelled Qi Cong's breath.

"So obedient? Then don't blame me..." The gentle, magnetic male voice disappeared between the touching lips.

The half-drawn curtains at the head of the bed dilute the sunlight and protect the lover's sleep.

...

Click.

The faint sound of closing the door was caught and amplified by the ears, and the calming breath around him faded. Qi Cong opened his eyes for a moment, sat up in a daze, raised his hand to touch his lips, and then retracted his hand as if frightened.

How could you dream of this? This dream is too real--

He saw more lunch boxes on the desk than before going to bed, froze, his brain exploded, he hurriedly got out of bed and walked over, opened the lunch box, looked at it, and touched it again.

The lunch box is insulated, and it is impossible to tell how long it has been left.

He hurriedly turned around to look for the phone by the bed, but he opened the quilt and looked for it, but he did not even see the shadow of the phone. He was puzzled. He was about to get down and look for the bed. Turning his head, he saw that the phone was lying peacefully on the bedside table.

Bedside table?

Qi Cong frowned in confusion.

Didn't he fall asleep with a cell phone?

A dream that seemed true or false flashed through his mind, he tightened his lips, walked to the bedside table in three or two steps, picked up the phone, and pressed it to check the time.

It was almost two o'clock in the afternoon, which was earlier than Xiao Han's usual lunch time. He called Xiao Han.

The call was quickly connected, and Xiao Han's voice came out: "Brother Song, are you awake?"

"Yes..." Qi Cong opened his mouth and realized that his voice was a little dumb, so he hurriedly coughed and asked, "Did you bring me the meal? When was it delivered?" After asking, he found his tone to be too eager, and added, " Sorry, I fell asleep and didn't hear a knock on the door. How did you... get in?"

"I asked Brother Zhao to get the spare room card. It's okay, Brother Tong, take a good rest."

The meal was given by Xiaohan.

Qi Cong remembered that too real dream, and even felt that the familiar faint smell of fir still remained in his breath. After hesitating, he asked: "Then, besides you, has anyone else been to my room? And me? 'S phone...Did you put it on the bedside table for me?"

"Ah? Cell phone? Ah! Yes, it's me. So what, brother Tong, I still have a job here, hang up first, you remember to eat."

The phone hangs up.

Qi Cong slowly put down the phone.

So it is really a dream.

It turned out to be a dream.

He bowed his head and opened WeChat.

Gu Xun just sent a message over.

Gu Xun: There is another night scene today.

Behind it was a sighing emoticon pack of cats.

Gu Xun is filming, it is impossible to see him.

Qi Cong raised his hand and touched his lips, feeling a little lost. After a moment of loss, he suddenly woke up and removed his fingers, recalling what he had just thought, and became embarrassed and embarrassed afterwards.

How could you have such a dream, and because those are just dreams...

He looked at the message from Gu Xun, and he felt a sense of stealing the other party's advantage. Suddenly he didn't know how to face the other party, so he just pretended to put down his cell phone, went to the bathroom to wash, and sat back to collect the lunch box.

Don't think about it when you eat.

After the meal, Qi Cong took a look on Weibo.

At this time Tian Wu has posted a video, and the topics of #江兆言弃磨杀驴# and #江兆言凤凰男# appeared on the tail of the hot search.

He was busy making up for the melons that he had missed when he fell asleep. When he saw Miki employees coming out to speak for him, he pinched his palms slightly uncomfortably.

Miki's working atmosphere has always been very good, and there are many old employees who have worked in Miki for more than ten or twenty years. He often went to Sanmu with Qi Yin to play, and got to know a lot of Sanmu's old people, and those uncles and aunts were just like relatives to him.

But he caused them to lose their jobs.

The phone vibrated suddenly, Zhao Zhenxun called. Qi Cong returned to his senses, calmed down and connected to the phone: "Brother Zhao."

"Hmm. Have you watched Weibo?"

"Just went up and took a look."

"Then you are prepared for the next round of public opinion wars. Jiang Zhaoyan will not let Yanhuang's reputation take such a sharp turn. If he decides on public relations, he will probably start by attacking you. You have no doubt about Yanhuang's contribution, so The only thing he can attack you is your'entanglement' with him. He should describe you as a madman who entangles him, no matter how he refuses, he can't get rid of it. And our side will make you amnesia and sick The incident broke out. The next battle will let the public analyze and discuss every bit of your disclosure, Qi Cong, or that sentence, I suggest you don’t read Weibo."

Qi Cong's heart was suspended again not long after he was at ease. He remembered the gentle and intimate Gu Xun in his dream, and asked: "When will this public opinion war break out? How long will it last?"

"It depends on when Jiang Zhaoyan will start. Qi Cong, I can only guarantee that after Jiang Zhaoyan has used all his methods, I will solve all this as quickly as possible."

"I understand." Qi Cong bowed his head, "Thank Brother Zhao."

After finishing the phone call with Zhao Zhenxun, Qi Cong checked again on Weibo.

Most of the netizens who paid attention to this matter were scolding Jiang Zhaoyan. Many people said that Yanhuang has been black forever. Weibo also set off a wave of going to Yanhuang's online flagship store, chasing negative reviews and slaps on the purchased products. The wave of low scores.

The previous apology and handling announcement made by Yanhuang Guanbo were re-exposed and scolded by netizens. Even Anbai Guanbo was implicated and criticized by netizens.

The Weibo of Jiang Tian and several other relatives of the Jiang family were picked up, and more foul remarks made by relatives of the Jiang family were dug out. Others dug up Jiang Tian's phone number, and countless people sent cursing text messages to Jiang Tian.

This seems to be a triumphant carnival, but it does not seem to be.

Qi Cong couldn't help thinking of a question.

After Jiang Zhaoyan attacked him as a lunatic, how many people would condemn and attack him like this?

Also, Gu Xun's fans, Shen Jia's fans, and countless passers-by, what would they think of him as a troubled figure? Will everyone feel that he is unworthy...unworthy...

He retracted his thoughts in an evasive manner, picked up the phone to read the messages sent by Gu Xun one by one, repeatedly zoomed in and out of Gu Xun's avatar, and finally after flipping through all the messages, he clicked into Gu Xun's circle of friends.

After adding Gu Xun’s friends for so long, he has never clicked into Gu Xun’s circle of friends. At first, he was afraid, but then he was not afraid. And because Gu Xun was very close, he didn’t expect to go to see Gu Xun’s friends. Circle, and now... he's scared again.

Outside of him, what would Gu Xun's "circle of friends" look like? Are the people who get along with Gu Xun are very good and powerful people, unlike him——

The page refreshes, and a familiar group photo appears.

Qi Cong was stunned.

The background wall of Gu Xun's circle of friends is actually a photo of him and Gu Xun, which is the one taken by Gu Xun on his shoulder in the Shen Jia lounge.

The floating heart seemed to be slammed into a basin of warm water.

He sat upright, held the phone in both hands, glanced at the photo wall, and even quit and reentered a few times. Finally, he was completely sure that it was not an illusion. The background wall of Gu Xun’s circle of friends was really him and Gu Xun. Pictured.

He has mixed feelings.

What does Gu Xun think of using such a photo in such a private place? With Gu Xun's status and status, how many people will be staring at Gu Xun and how many people will see this photo?

No, maybe this is just the trumpet that Gu Xun uses to contact him, maybe—

With his fingers slipping, Gu Xun's recent circle of friends showed up.

Gu Xun: The lost baby is back, how can I celebrate it better?

Below this circle of friends, Zhao Zhenxun and Shen Jia replied with an ellipsis and the sentence "Is your pet lost?" respectively. Gu Xun replied to them respectively. Zhao Zhenxun returned with a smiling face, and Shen Jia returned with the sentence " Not a pet".

Adding Zhao Zhenxun's friend, this is definitely not a private trumpet.

So this picture must be...

Qi Cong squeezed his phone's hands and suddenly relaxed, staring blankly at the circle of friends that Gu Xun had sent, and then at Gu Xun, who smiled softly and happily at the camera on the background wall, tightened his hands again, quit the circle of friends, and put it down. The phone turns on the computer.

No, don't watch it.

Will pass.

Zhao Zhenxun's suggestion is right, you should not read Weibo. You Changqing’s character biography has not been written, the new song has not been practiced, the update of "Chivalrous Bone" has not been sorted out, there are many things to do, he has no time to pay attention to the grievances on the Internet.

The computer screen lights up, revealing documents that were not closed before going to bed.

Qi Cong put his finger on the keyboard and paused for a long time, but didn't type a word. He suddenly picked up the cell phone that was put aside again, read all the messages Gu Xun had sent him again, bowed his head, typed, and sent.

Qi Cong: Good.

Qi Cong: Let's go to see the meteor shower.

Qi Cong: Gu Xun, I will work hard.

Qi Cong: Wait for me.

After sending the message, he put his phone aside, put his hand on the keyboard again, scanned the manuscript coded in the morning, moved his finger, and finally typed the text smoothly this time.

...

At 7 o'clock in the evening, when Weibo gradually became more lively, a report that was said to be from a person in the entertainment circle suddenly became popular.

Entertainment News V: #言煌事件再逆# After receiving a revelation, the editor can only lament the depth of the entertainment industry. Everyone should be careful about eating melons in the future, but don't accidentally be used as a gunman. Also, you need to be cautious when standing in line. Anyway, I still care about the fact that someone owes a credit card to my parents, regardless of my parents. I think a person who is not filial to his parents should not really love who is good to whom... I only hope that Shen Jia is not deceived by that person.

This Weibo is accompanied by a few coded chat records, and the two parties in the chat seem to be employees of a navy studio.

A: How long do you have to control?

B: It was so controlled that everyone only paid attention to Jiang Zhaoyan, and forgot the strange things that Qi Cong owed credit cards, ignored his parents, and repeatedly forced Jiang Zhaoyan to death. When will Jiang Zhaoyan be completely beaten to death so that he never dared to appear again, and Qi Cong has become a completely innocent victim, when will we stop work?

A: It's so cruel. It cost a lot of money.

B: Several public relations and marketing companies have come to an end. They have lost their money. This former rich second generation seems to be determined to enter the entertainment industry to make money.

A: Tsk tusk, doesn't he like Jiang Zhaoyan? Why did you treat Jiang Zhaoyan like that? Yan Huang was afraid that he would be finished after this time.

B: Mostly. I heard that the former rich second-generation has confirmed to sign Manju, and like Shen Jia, he has been under Zhao Zhenxun. What kind of methods Zhao Zhenxun, Jiang Zhaoyan, an outsider can't do it. Give him incense in advance.

The comments on this Weibo have risen very fast. At first, the wind direction was questioning whether the bloggers exploded fake news and whether the bloggers were trying to perfect victims again, but as some small news broke out, the wind direction gradually changed.

A bowl of chicken soup: Uh, I'm afraid that the truth will be sprayed. I am a nurse in a hospital in Haicheng. After Qi Yin went bankrupt, he was ill for a long time and lived in the hospital where I worked. Anyway, she was hospitalized for two months, and I never saw her son visit her once, but her husband was busy taking care of her. She was a little plump when she entered the hospital, and after she was discharged, she was so thin that she was very miserable.

Canned fruit: My family and Qi’s family used to have a business relationship. As far as I know, Qi Yin had no money in his hands after Miki's bankruptcy and illness. After she was discharged from the hospital, she lived in a dilapidated community in the Wenhua District of Haicheng. There were not many residents in the community, and the house she lived in didn't even have an air conditioner, so it was hard to survive in the hot summer. Qi Cong would be happy for himself. Living in an apartment in the city center, he didn't even look at his parents.

Duck towards the supermarket: The wind on Weibo scared me to speak. Anyway, everyone should be more sensible. What I know is not that Jiang Zhaoyan hangs Qi Cong and raises him as a spare, but Qi Cong is too extreme. Every time Jiang Zhaoyan refuses him, he commits suicide and threatens Jiang Zhaoyan. Return the resources of Ceng Sanmu. Jiang Zhaoyan was actually quite miserable. He was stuck with Qi Cong’s brown candy, and he couldn’t get rid of it. Qi Cong’s own business was forced in by Qi Cong. The company was squeezed with capital by Qi Cong, who was eager to love. , The result was stuck again... miserable, anyway, the poor have no human rights.

Lele is unhappy today: Do you remember the report that Qi Cong was mistaken for Shen Jia's mysterious girlfriend by the paparazzi? There is a bank near where they stopped. I went there to do business that day, met them and heard a little bit of their conversation. Qi Cong went to cancel his credit card. He really owed a lot of money to the bank, and Shen Jia paid him back the money. Shen Jia is really silly and sweet, deceived and exploited thoroughly.

...

The wind direction changed completely after an old news report was dug out.