Passing through the corridor, Song Juhan glanced at the cluttered doorway, rolled his eyes, leaned against the wall and gasped, cursing something in his mouth.

He Gu took off his coat and put it on his head: "I won't let them get close to you, just keep your head down and follow me."

"I'm just drinking, I'm not a thief." Song Juhan wanted to pull his clothes off.

"It was photographed that your current image is not very good." He Gu grabbed the front of the shirt to prevent him from pulling it off, and stared at Song Juhan calmly without blinking, "Be obedient, I'll take you out, you'll be fine when you get in the car. "Song Juhan's image to the outside world is a half-blooded gentleman with a bit of evil charm. He has always shown himself as a prince. Although this kind of drunken appearance is unique, but Song Juhan's father hates unexpected situations. A careless, Komatsu May lose your job.

Song Juhan didn't pay much attention to anything in his life, but his love for music started from the depths of his soul. Therefore, even such a willful person is very self-disciplined in order to protect his throat. He usually only drinks one drink at most. Two glasses of red wine, I rarely drink so much, and the amount of alcohol is not very good. If he is sober, he can handle this small scene by himself, but why must protect him now.

Song Juhan looked into He Gu's pitch-black eyes, the steadiness that only belonged to a mature male, which gradually calmed his impetuous heart, and nodded lightly.

He Gu covered his face with the hem of his clothes, took Song Juhan's hand with a warm hand, and wrapped the other hand around his shoulder, and walked out of the gate surrounded by Komatsu and the staff.

A shrill shriek exploded around them.

He Gu frowned deeply, feeling that his eardrums were about to be penetrated. He had seen the madness of these little girls many times, because he had been to Song Juhan's many concerts, but this was the first time, those who seemed to have a body. The frenzy was coming in his direction, and he felt that his body was constantly being pushed, crowded, and pulled, and he had the illusion that he would be swallowed alive by these usually weak girls.

"Song Juhan, Song Juhan, I love you—yah—"

Suddenly, a black object smashed over. When He Gu realized that it was equipment, he had no time to dodge. He groaned, and only felt a pain in the corner of his brow. His right eye suddenly turned bloody, and his vision became blurred. .

"Brother He Gu?!" Komatsu exclaimed.

Song Juhan, who had been walking silently with his head down, was stunned. He wanted to take off his clothes in the next second, so why did he wrap his arms around his head with great strength. Sweaty: "It's okay, it's almost time for the car."

Song Juhan was annoyed: "Why why are you?!"

"It's okay." He Gu's voice was very deep and steady. In this extremely noisy environment made up of fans' screams and bodyguards' roars, this voice entered Song Juhan's heart like a clear stream. .

Xiao Song opened the door of the nanny's car, He Gu stuffed Song Juhan into it, and sat in it himself.

As soon as the car door was closed, those maddening voices were suddenly isolated, and the tense heartstrings of the three were finally loosened.

Song Juhan pulled off his clothes and looked at He Gu's smashed eyebrows, his face changed suddenly: "Fuck, what idiot did it!"

He Gu pulled a piece of paper to wipe, Song Juhan grabbed it and carefully wiped away the blood along the lower edge of the wound: "Open your eyes, the blood has entered."

He Gu was so uncomfortable that he couldn't open his eyes, his eyelashes kept shaking, Song Juhan opened his eyelids with his fingers, and took a tissue to gently suck the blood out of his eyes, He Gu felt his right eye regained his vision.

When Komatsu started the car and was about to drive away, Song Ju said coldly, "Don't drive."

Before the two of them could react, Song Juhan suddenly opened the car door, why was it too late to stop it, the frenzied wave rushed over again, causing a splitting headache.

Song Juhan's eyes went over the crazy fans. In such a chaotic scene, he was calm like a bystander. In the end, his eyes locked on a reporter who was carrying a camera. He grabbed the bodyguard and said, "Take that People get caught."

The bodyguard quickly pushed aside the fans and went over.

Song Juhan combed his curly hair with his slender fingers, took a deep breath, and showed a charming smile to his fans: "If you don't go home and sleep so late, what should a group of little girls do with wrinkles." That gentle and caring look , as if it was Song Juhan, the talented singer-songwriter who was created by countless capitals, not the one He Ge knew.

Fans let out screams that could clash with Skyrim.

"I drank a few glasses of wine with my brokenhearted friend today, and I was a little drunk. You took my picture, just keep it private, and don't send it out, okay?" His voice was gentle and hoarse, with a little lover-like in it. Acting like a spoiled brat, you can literally get people drunk.

Those fans looked as if they were going to faint, reassured and couldn't help themselves.

At this time, the bodyguard pulled the reporter over. Song Juhan grabbed his equipment and looked at it. The blood on it made Song Juhan angry. He restrained the urge to hit someone, and dragged him to the door of the car by the reporter's collar. , He is very tall, close to 1.9 meters, carrying the reporter like a chicken, he pointed at He Ge, and said without saying, "You hurt him, sorry."

He Gu covered his bleeding brow with a paper, the tissue was blood red, the reporter was startled and stunned, he quickly nodded and apologized, He Gu didn't look at him at all, just told Song Juhan to get in the car quickly.

Song Juhan said goodbye to the fans, then got into the car and slammed the door shut. Komatsu quickly drove the car away for fear that he would have another trouble.

Song Juhan leaned on the back of the chair and stared at He Why: "Does it hurt?"

He Gu smiled and said, "It doesn't hurt." He thought about the way Song Juhan dragged the reporter to apologize to him just now, and his heart was as warm as the sun in the midsummer. At this time, let alone a scratch, he would be happy even if he was in the hospital.

Over the years, he seldom felt that Song Juhan was interested in him, even if this person had said something to him five minutes ago.

Like a person is probably like this, a word of heaven, a word of hell.

"Damn, if there are not too many people, let's see how I deal with him."

He couldn't hide the smile on his face.

"What are you laughing at?" He Gu is not a person who likes to laugh. In fact, he rarely has too many expressions. In Song Juhan's impression, He Gu seemed to be smiling like this a long time ago. Not to mention...it's pretty cool.

"You were so handsome just now." He Gu's eyes fell on Song Juhan's face and refused to move away. Song Juhan, who was slightly drunk, had dazzling curly hair, tangled in a style, and his eyes were slightly red, and there was a bit of decadence in his lazy and casual nature, which was so beautiful that it made one's breath tighten.

Song Juhan sneered and asked, "When did I stop being handsome?"

He Gu squeezed his palm: "Ju Han, thank you."

Song Juhan brushed his short bangs, looked at the wound that had just been clotted, and said softly, "A man who can't protect himself is still a man."

"It's just a scratch, you really scared me just now." If Song Juhan went crazy after getting off the car, he really didn't know how it would end tonight, but thinking that Song Juhan's appearance was still photographed just now, he said worriedly. : "But your photo..."

Song Juhan said nonchalantly: "Don't even think about sending the reporter's photo. The fans' photos are not a big problem. It's just ugly and not that serious."

Xiaosong said sadly: "Brother Han, don't take it seriously, Mr. Song will definitely talk to you."

"Tanbai, can you still eat me?" Song Juhan yawned nonchalantly: "Stop going to the apartment, take us back to the villa in Xiangshan."

"Yes."

Komatsu took the two to the villa and treated the wound to He Gu with a medical kit. The wound was not deep, and the bleeding had stopped. It was just scratched on the edge of the eyebrow, and even if there was a scar, it would not be visible.

Song Juhan was too sleepy when he got home. After seeing why he was all right, he went upstairs to sleep.

He Gu took a shower and went upstairs.

Pushing open the bedroom, he saw Song Juhan lying on the bed in his clothes, already asleep. He went to the bathroom to get a wet towel, gently wiped Song Juhan's face and hands, and then undressed him.

In the middle of taking off, Song Juhan woke up, squinting and staring blankly at He Gu, his Adam's apple slid up and down, but he didn't speak. He closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

Why couldn't help smiling. He stuffed Song Juhan into the quilt, and he got into it himself.

The quilt was still a little cold. As soon as he entered, Song Juhan instinctively rushed over to his hot body and hugged him.

He Gu put his arms around his waist and quietly looked at his sleeping face. For He Gu, this moment was really worth a thousand dollars, so he watched and watched, reluctant to close his eyes, until he couldn't resist the sleepiness, and sank into a dream.

He why is used to getting up early all the year round. From childhood to adulthood, unless there is an emergency, he will go to school and go to work, and he has never been late for a day.

Song Juhan was still sleeping soundly, a small shoulder was exposed from the tightly wrapped quilt, his curly hair was messily scattered on his face, and his red and moist lips were slightly parted, revealing an unworldly innocence. He Gu lowered his head and gently kissed Song Juhan's ear. He could kiss, stroke Song Juhan recklessly, and even go to bed. He felt that he was much better than most of the people in the world who couldn't be in love.

He rolled over and got out of bed, quietly went downstairs, and after washing up, he started to make breakfast.

Because the villa in Xiangshan is too far from the city, Song Juhan doesn't come often, but someone will come to clean it at a fixed time and fill the refrigerator with fresh ingredients. He has also been here several times. In fact, he has been to several residences of Song Juhan in the capital. He has also met Song Juhan's parents, and he has eaten twice with that gorgeous supermodel hot mom, saying When he got up, he was still a little special, probably especially after spending a lot of time with Song Juhan.

After the meal was done, he took out his mobile phone. He should have checked the company's email at this time, but he opened the entertainment news to see if yesterday's events had any impact. Fortunately, there is indeed some news, but there is no official one. It is nothing more than some blurry photos taken by fans, which did not cause any splashes.

Only then did he relax and start working on the phone.

It wasn't until nearly ten o'clock that there was some movement from upstairs, only to hear Song Juhan shouting, "Why?"

He Gu responded and went upstairs.

Song Juhan had just taken a shower, wearing only a pair of pajamas, and was putting on a top. His naked upper body had the strongest and most beautiful muscles. He was a typical figure with thin clothes and flesh, which was very suitable for him. Photogenic, but in reality, it is even more picturesque.

Song Juhan grabbed his shoulder and poked the gauze wrapped around his eyebrows: "How's it going?"

"It's okay, the pain is gone." Song Juhan didn't say anything, he almost forgot why.

"You have a work-related injury, what kind of reward do you want?"

He Gu put his arms around his waist and said with a smile, "Just give me a kiss."

Song Juhan bowed his head and kissed him: "It's a rare opportunity, I'll ask you one last time, what reward do you want?"

Why didn't he expect him to be serious, he would naturally not miss such an opportunity, and said without hesitation, "Accompany me on my birthday?" He actually never cared about birthdays, and since his mother left, he never Birthday, but he needs a name.

"Okay, when?"

"Any day in the next month." He knew that Song Juhan was very busy, and it was impossible to pay hundreds of thousands or millions of liquidated damages to accompany him on his birthday to change the schedule.

Song Juhan smiled and kissed his side cheek: "I just like you, sensible."

Why are you laughing. The word sensible is usually used in elders to juniors, bosses to subordinates, men to women, and of course there is another situation, that is, the sponsor and bed partner. These two words made him feel very uncomfortable, but he did not show anything. , just patted Song Juhan's face: "Come down and eat."

He Gu's craftsmanship is not bad. Although he can only cook some home-cooked dishes, and the appearance is very ordinary, the taste is very good. Song Juhan ate two bowls of porridge, and the nausea caused by the belly of wine and supper last night dissipated a lot.

After eating, He Gu found him two anti-drinking pills: "Why did you drink suddenly yesterday?"

Song Juhan poured the medicine along the water, and then heaved a sigh of relief: "The new song has been changed more than ten times, and finally I am satisfied with the change, and I am in a good mood."

"Congratulations, can you let me hear it?"

"You ask Xiaosong for it." Song Juhan didn't know what to think, but he grinned. The pure joy that came from his heart made him look a little childish, and he was still very good-looking.

Only music can make Song Juhan smile like this.

Why did he also laugh. The biggest advantage of liking someone is the little bit of gain in getting along. Perhaps for Song Juhan's ordinary words, deeds, and behaviors, in He Ge's eyes, countless meanings and values ​​can be conjured up. Song Juhan's smile can instantly light up his life, and a sentence can make him ponder over and over again until it is broken and chewed through, trying to pick out a little bit of ambiguity. , feel that life is so full and beautiful.

Those days and nights that felt joyful or sad because of thinking of Song Juhan were accompanied by masochistic sweetness in addition to the pain.

He often told himself that asking for nothing is not the most painful, asking for nothing is.

How lucky he is, at least he can like someone, otherwise a person like him who has no interest in everything, what should he like, so that he can feel that he has not been in this world for nothing.

He likes Song Juhan, but in the past six years, any expectation that he wants Song Juhan to like him has been wiped out. He no longer speculates, no longer fantasizes, no longer desires, just enjoys the little happiness that the fact of liking Song Juhan brings him. that's enough.

In the past six years, He Gu had also doubted many times whether Song Juhan knew that he liked him. Song Juhan is very smart, with high IQ and EQ, because he has been in contact with this bizarre circle since he was a child, and he has seen a hundred times more people and incredible things than ordinary people, so few things can be hidden from his eyes. But why did he think that he was well hidden, and that he could get too many benefits by being around Song Juhan. Song Juhan probably no longer believed that someone did not seek those benefits since he was very young. Or maybe Song Juhan knows it, but he doesn't know why he likes it, and how is it different from the likes of other men and women who come and go? After all, everyone likes Song Juhan, even if it's special, for Song Juhan, I'm afraid it doesn't make any sense either.