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Rong Yuheng looked at him with a mentally handicapped look, "Holding the horn for a long time is a silent tribute on the day of public sacrifice."

You Tianyu shook his head, wanted to say something but stopped. The next gear shift, the car suddenly speeded up on the wide suburban road.

Rong Yuheng always felt that this scene seemed familiar, as if it had happened in Lu Ming's car.

He curled his eyebrows and asked, "You seem to be rushing to send me a superbirth."

You Tianyu looked perfunctory, "No, no..."

Rong Yuheng, "..." Tired, see through.

At a party, the two were melancholy. Rong Yuheng was still puzzled when he parted with You Tianyu, "Why don't we have a good end every time we meet?"

You Tianyu took a deep look at him from the driver's car window.

"People have to learn to find problems from themselves."

Rong Yuheng nodded in relief, "I'm glad you can reflect on it."

You Tianyu, "..." He felt that his majesty as a brother was wiped out.

You Tianyu ascended to the car window and left—Rong Yuheng was good at everything, but not big or small.

The STAR-T group returned to the city from the capital and took a direct flight, departing in the morning and landing in the afternoon. Li Qiang gave them a few days off for rest, and then arranged the recording and shooting of several albums.

Rong Yuheng did not go to Wen Zecong immediately after returning. He remembered the phone call made by Rong Congyan before the tour.

He hasn't been home for a long time. Two months of intensive training and two months of tour. Excluding the time spent out and rehearsing during the period, it adds up to five months.

Rong Yuheng has a hurdle in his heart, whether he will return or not return is like a thorn in his throat.

He thought for a while and called Rong Congyan. It was six o'clock in the afternoon on the weekend. Rong Congyan was supposed to be at home, and he was picked up as soon as the phone rang twice.

"Xiao Heng!?" Rong Congyan's voice sounded very excited, and he couldn't believe it.

Rong Yuheng's mood is a bit complicated... He almost thought he was a vegetative who had just awakened, "Brother."

Rong Congyan paused on his head, and his voice became a little smoother, "What's the matter, what's the matter?" After he finished speaking, he felt that it was not too close to ask, as if he couldn't make the phone if he was okay.

Rong Congyan added another sentence, "Are you homesick?"

Rong Yuheng's heart was a little ups and downs. He was a person who was easily touched by emotions. Hearing this, his little mouth slowly pouted.

"Huh, no."

Rong Congyan didn't care either, just said, "Is the tour over? Take the time to come back?"

Rong Yuheng was about to answer, so he heard Rong Tianshen's voice on the other end of the phone.

"Congyan, who are you calling?"

Rong Yuheng's heart suddenly jumped, and he squeezed the phone tighter.

Rong Congyan turned his head and replied, "Dad, it's Xiaoheng."

Rong Tianshen was silent for two seconds, and said in a deep voice, "What did he call back to do? Since he doesn't have this home in his heart, he just..."

"Dad—" Rong Congyan interrupted him tiredly, "Xiaoheng is still listening..."

Rong Yuheng on the other end of the phone felt that the switch of the lacrimal gland was snapped off—he was angry! He was hurt!

His tears are already in his eyes!

Rong Yuheng yelled into the receiver, "Didn't I say "Welcome to Beijing"? How do I feel that there is only cold rain!"

Without waiting for Rong Congyan to make up an excuse, the phone was hung up with a click.

...Rong Congyan turned to look at Rong Tianshen silently while holding the phone, "Dad."

Rong Tianshen raised his eyelids and looked at him, "Huh, when does he say he will be back?... Let me first say that I won't welcome him."

Rong Congyan, "..."

Forget it, he doesn't want to care about these two people anymore. Tool people have their limits, and they can't stand the toss of this duo of duplicity.

Rong Yuheng really shed tears this time.

He shrank and cried when he was wronged by holding his weak self. The soundproofing effect of the dormitory was not good. For a time, the continuous ups and downs of crying directly penetrated the wall and echoed through the entire apartment!

The team members who were resting in the room were shocked at the same time: What happened to Rong Yuheng! ?

Huang Jianing was next door to Rong Yuheng. He ran out first and poked Rong Yuheng's bedroom door carefully, "Yuheng?"

Bian Chen was also on the same floor. The second one came out and patted the door simply and roughly, "Are you caught under the zipper?"

The cry in the room stopped abruptly.

Huang Jianing, "..."

Bian Chen pushed the door in.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw Rong Yuheng wrapping himself up like a big cicada pupa, showing only his eyes and two nostrils, his nose dripped, and the light reflected wetly.

Two people, "..."

Just when Shan Qi and they heard the sound, a bunch of people squeezed to the bed to pupate cicadas, "What's wrong with Rong Bao?"

Rong Yuheng was stripped out and started crying again, "My dad doesn't want me anymore—wow!!"

Everyone, "..."

Rong Yuheng's family affairs are really complicated!

Everyone rushed around for an hour, only then did Rong Yuheng stop the noise transmission, and only quietly snorted and sniffed.

When everyone was gone, he took out his phone.

His first reaction now was to find Wen Zezhen, as if the latter could give him a sense of security.

[Rong Yuheng]: Owner, what are you doing [leopard cry.gif]

[Wen Zetong]: What's wrong with packing things at home?

[Rong Yuheng]: Can I come to see you now?

[Wen Zezong]: I have a car, give me the address, and I will pick you up.

[Rong Yuheng]: You are so kind.

After Rong Yuheng sent Wen Zezhen the address, he got up and washed his face, changed his clothes, and obediently walked into the living room to wait for the owner's arrival.

His eye sockets were still red, a little swollen, and he looked like he had been bullied.

Wen Zezong arrived in half an hour.

Rong Yuheng happened to meet Bian Chen when he was out, and the latter twisted his eyebrows, "Aren't you going out to find a short sight?"

Rong Yuheng felt that Bian Chen's mouth was created by the Creator to balance this overly beautiful world.

He raised his head sternly, "I will definitely take you with me if I find such a good thing in the short term."

After speaking, he closed the door with a "bang".

…

Bian Chen inside the door looked at the closed door for two seconds, then heaved a sigh of relief, smiled and turned back to the room.

The security in this community is very good. There are a lot of celebrities living in it, and the paparazzi can't get in, so they are not afraid of being photographed.

Rong Yuheng went downstairs and saw Wen Zezong's car parked at the door. He trotted all the way to pull the passenger seat away, "Owner!"

Wen Zezheng leaned on the driver's seat, probably for the convenience of driving, with his sleeves rolled over his forearms, showing strong and graceful muscle lines.

He was very happy when he saw Rong Yuheng coming over, but when he raised his eyes, he met the latter's crying red eyes, and his heart suddenly shook.

"what's happenin?"

Rong Yuheng shook his head, closed the car door and lowered his head to pull the seat belt, "It's okay."

Wen Zezhen felt uncomfortable.

He has never liked others before, and he always sees what people in love say "I feel bad when you cry", but he still can't understand. But now it seems to be felt.

Wen Zezhen couldn't help leaning over and buckled the seat belt with his long arm stretched out. I didn't evacuate once I was buckled, I only kept such a close distance and looked at Rong Yuheng carefully, "My eyes are crying and swollen."

Rong Yuheng didn't reject the sudden close distance between the two of them, but he felt a little more at ease in his heart.

"I am a watered hamster now."

Wen Zezhen couldn't help but laugh. Seeing that he didn't want to say it, he didn't force it. He just stretched out his hand and squeezed his earlobe, "Go, go to my house."

…

Along the way, Rong Yuheng gradually broke away from the sadness of being "abandoned by his father", and later realized that his earlobe was a little burnt. He reached out and touched it, and then realized that this was the place Wen Zezheng had pinched.

Rong Yuheng put down his hand and turned to look out the window, "Do you live alone? Or did you raise another pet with me behind?"

Wen Zezhen thought of Wen Zhongyun at home, and said in silence for two seconds, "I don't live alone, but I have a goose."

Rong Yuheng's eyes widened instantly—he was talking casually, but he didn't expect Wen Zezheng to raise something else!

He immediately squinted vigilantly, "What goose?"

Wen Zezheng swept his expression away, and suddenly laughed, "I live with my dad, and he is also at home."

Rong Yuheng felt at ease, he was still a unique little pet.

But the next second was a little nervous, "Uncle is at home, will I disturb him?"

Wen Zetong's hands holding the steering wheel were stagnant for a second, "No."

The big white goose likes your square dance very much. Every day at home, he dances with it for ten minutes.

…

It takes half an hour to drive and the destination will be reached soon.

The environment and security of the community where Wen Zezhen lives are more regular. Although it is not a villa area, many wealthy people and celebrities have bought houses here. After he drove into the warehouse, he took Rong Yuheng directly upstairs in the elevator.

Rong Yuheng slapped Wen Zezheng's sleeves, "I didn't prepare a gift the first time I came."

Wen Zezhen said, "No." Come to his home to prepare some gifts.

Wen Zezong's house is on the eighth floor, with one ladder and one apartment. The two got out of the elevator, and Wen Zezhen opened the door and led them into the house. "The blue shoes are for you."

Rong Yuheng was instantly moved: What kind of fairy feeder is this!

As soon as he slipped into the slippers, he heard a noise in the living room. An old man in a Chinese robe poked his head out of the living room, "Erze is back-eh? He also brought a little baby back!"

Wen Zezheng stood beside Rong Yuheng and changed his shoes, supporting the wall with one hand, as if he was half-circling people, "This is my dad."

Rong Yuheng hurriedly yelled, "Hello, uncle!"

In a few words, Wen Zhongyun had already ran to the front of the entrance. He was stunned for two seconds when he saw Rong Yuheng, then his eyes lit up and he stretched out his hand to fish him away from Wen Zezhen.

"Aren't you the little doll who dances the square dance? Goose ha ha ha ha ha...!"

Rong Yuheng didn't expect that Wen Zhongyun would even watch his square dance, and he felt excited!

"It's me! Pokkokokokoko...!"

Wen Zhongyun, "I look better than looking on the computer, goose ha ha ha ha!"

Rong Yuheng, "Uncle, you are also very energetic, Poke Ke Ke Ke Ke Ke!"

Wen Zezong, "..."

For a moment, a thought flashed through his mind: people's sorrows and joys are not interlinked, he just feels noisy.

The geese and the hamster smile mixed and circled in the living room, Wen Zizhang's temples jumped suddenly, he unbearably picked up Rong Yuheng and turned into the bedroom, "Let's go, don't you want to watch a movie?"

Rong Yuheng, "Yes, Kekeke!"

Wen Zhongyun, "What little movie to watch? Dad thinks too, Goose Goose!"

Wen Zezhen stopped and turned his head, "A young man's little movie."

Wen Zhongyun, "..."

After a while, the old artist quietly returned to the living room, "Then don't bother, goose~"

Wen Zexong squeezed the confused Rong hamster into the nest, and as soon as the door closed, the room returned to silence.

In the rare silence, the master and pet were relatively speechless for two seconds. Wen Zezheng was about to speak, so he listened to Rong Yuheng's complex expression.

"It turns out you made a small movie."

Wen Zexuan's throat moved, "No..."

Rong Yuheng solved the case independently. "No wonder there is no circulation on the market."

The author has something to say: Rong Yuheng: The road to becoming a **** is really bumpy.