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Chapter 42
After returning to the capital, He Gu spent 10,000 yuan on a hotel for a month, then bought some clothes and a few books, and stayed temporarily.
Where he used to live, all the things in it were deposited in the temporary warehouse of the moving company for him. Once his house was installed, he could move there directly. In fact, half of the things in that house belonged to Song Juhan, especially the clothes, wine, and skin care products. He didn't know if he could put them in the old house. If he had time, he would sort them out and let Xiaosong come. Take it away.
After the blow of this incident, Song Juhan's career has declined sharply. People who could be seen in any channel before have disappeared from the public eye during this time, and even street advertisements have been reduced a lot. It is estimated that the relevant departments intervened. It may also be that Song He wanted to avoid the limelight. In short, Song Daxing, who was full of announcements before, was panicking during this time.
Song Juhan ran to He Gu's hotel every three to five days, and stayed for two or three days, or dragged He Gu to the villa in Xiangshan, and stayed at home without leaving home.
Because there is no job, Song Juhan has a lot of time to do things that he would not normally do.
For example, cooking with He Gu, soaking in hot springs, and watching movies together, they get along like an ordinary couple.
He Gu deeply realizes that when Song Juhan is nice to people, he can be really nice. For the first time, he felt that Song Juhan was "pampering" him. Although it was embarrassing to say, the word was not suitable for him, a man in his late thirties, but he couldn't find a more appropriate word.
Song Juhan sang to him, watched him cook, accompanies him to exercise, and taught him to swim, as if to make up for the missing bits and pieces between them in the past few years.
Although He Ge was not flattered, he was indeed a little flustered. Such Song Juhan was too unfamiliar, and he was not used to it.
Today, the two are exercising in the gym at home.
Song Juhan was wearing a tank top and shorts and was doing strength training. His even breathing caused his thick chest to rise and fall, and the beads of sweat rolled into his neckline along his smooth skin. His arm muscles are lumpy, his thighs are strong and his calves are slender. When he wears a suit, he looks very thin, but he is very strong when he takes off his clothes. People who practice martial arts all year round have beautiful and explosive muscles, but they will not look too exaggerated. He had curly hair in a braid on top of his head, and a few strands of hair were wet with sweat on his cheeks, adding a bit of wild charm.
He Ge sat on the barbell machine for a while, and felt that his arms were sore and numb, and some could not go on.
Song Juhan wiped his sweat with a towel and walked over: "Why, you can't do it anymore?" He glanced at the weight and sneered, "It's so light?"
He Gu shook his arms: "I haven't exercised for a long time, it's a little bad."
Song Juhan pulled him up: "Don't do it if you're tired. You've been too thin during this time, so you can't hold your hands. Eat fat first."
"Didn't you prevent me from getting fat?" He Gu remembered Song Juhan's face and told him not to gain weight.
"Getting fat and raising some meat are not the same thing." Song Juhan squeezed his waist: "Look at you, you can't lose weight any more."
Why is he born thin, and he has been very careful to control it after work. Over the years, his weight has been fluctuating within three or four pounds, but during this period of time, there have been too many bad things, and have been restless, and have lost almost ten pounds all of a sudden. , it really should be raised.
He Gu wiped his sweat with a towel: "What time does Komatsu deliver food? There's not enough materials for dinner."
"I don't know, it will be delivered before dinner."
"Well, I'm going to take a shower."
Song Juhan grabbed his neck with one hand, bowed his head and kissed him: "Wash together."
He Gu dodged: "I'm a little tired..."
"You don't need to move." Song Juhan smirked against his ear, "Just open your legs."
Why does he often fail to understand, where did Song Juhan get his physical strength?
The two went from the bathroom to the bedroom, and Song Juhan pressed He Gu to toss for more than two hours, until He Gu was completely paralyzed before giving up.
The shower was a waste of time, and they were sweating again, so they had to go and wash it again.
After the flushing, Song Juhan acted coquettishly and asked He Gu to blow his hair.
He sat in front of the mirror, He Gu stood, using a towel to absorb the water from his hair, fiddling with the thick black hair while shaking the hairdryer.
Song Juhan's hair is inherited from his supermodel mother. It is naturally curly, soft and fluffy, and feels good to the touch.
Song Juhan looked at himself in the mirror and smiled: "Before I was seven or eight years old, my hair was straight. One day, when I touched my hair after taking a shower, it suddenly became curly."
"Can it still be like this?"
"Yeah, it's interesting, maybe it's because my dad has straight hair, but he still lost to my mom's genes." Song Juhan puffed out his cheeks and blew the broken hair on his forehead.
"You are indeed more like vanessa."
"Of course." Song Juhan was a little proud.
He Gu knows that their mother and son have a very good relationship. With such a fairy-like mother, anyone would be extra proud. He just couldn't figure out how a smart and open-minded woman like Vanessa could marry someone like Song He. Maybe Song He's charm when he was young could really cover up his character.
Song Juhan suddenly wrapped his arms around his waist and looked up at him: "My mother still wants to see you, she said she wants to apologize to you in person."
"No, she is an elder after all, so it's not suitable."
"Don't say the word 'elder' to her face, she will be angry."
He Gu smiled: "I know."
Song Juhan also smiled: "My mother has worked hard to maintain her figure and face. I really admire her perseverance."
He Gu said casually: "She is really well maintained." A woman in her late fifties looks like she is in her thirties, how much sweat and money it takes.
Song Juhan tossed his half-dry hair, then rubbed He Gu's clothes twice, and smiled narrowly.
Why smile.
It would be great if Song Juhan had always been like this.
At this time, the sound of the door opening came from the living room, He Gu said, "Is it Komatsu? I'll go take a look."
He walked to the living room and saw that Komatsu was holding a large bag and a small bag in both hands, pressing his feet against the door, and squeezed in.
Why did he walk over to meet him.
Xiao Song was very embarrassed to see him: "He Gu, thank you, thank you."
He Gu nodded at him and carried his things to the kitchen.
"Hey, brother, that's not food, it's fishing gear."
"Fishing gear?" He Gu looked at the cardboard box in his hand.
"It's fishing gear, you said before that you like fishing." Song Juhan walked out while wiping his hair, "I'll take you to a farm for fishing tomorrow."
Why is there some accident Song Juhan remembers, and his heart is touched: "Okay."
He took the food to the kitchen, picked it up, thought about what to eat for the evening, and then started to wash the vegetables.
Suddenly, there was a sound of glass breaking in the living room, followed by Song Juhan's roar: "What did you say?"
Komatsu hesitantly whispered something.
Why did not move. He didn't want to care about their affairs.
Song Juhan was obviously very angry, and Komatsu seemed to be comforting and begging all the time, which sounded a bit pitiful.
He Gu pricked up his ears and listened to it for a long time. Hearing Xiao Song's voice made him cry. He hesitated for a while, cut some fruit, and brought it to the living room.
Song Juhan smashed an expensive cup, and Komatsu stood by with a sad face.
He Gu put down the fruit: "Xiao Song, let's eat some fruit." He glanced at the TV, it was an interactive talk show promoting a movie, starring the now popular actor Yan Mingxiu, he never smiled except that he didn't look like a human being. It was his biggest selling point. He Gu remembered that Song Juhan had a cameo role in it, and all the music and theme songs in the movie were made by his team, so he should also be invited.
Komatsu waved his hand quietly and glanced at Song Juhan helplessly.
He Gu took the broom and swept up the shards of glass, and said while sweeping: "What's the fire, is the heating too hot?"
Song Juhan said viciously: "At the beginning, they came to beg me to be on the show again and again, but now they dare to cut off my part when something goes wrong?! It sucks it's not me who is the fuck!"
"The balance has been paid, just to avoid suspicion..."
"Avoid your mother-in-law's suspicion!" Song Juhan was so angry that he stomped on the sofa.
He Gu sighed in his heart when he saw Song Ju Han's violent appearance.
Slowly, Song Juhan will become more and more aware of rejection, indifference, and alienation. This man has attracted much attention since he was born. He appeared on the cover of Vogue at the age of four, and captured countless fans around the world with his beauty and family background. This is the first time in his life. It was such a setback once. On weekdays, the stars hold the moon, but now those who hold them are all scattered, wishing to draw a clear line with him. Fans who once hysterically shouted that they love him, scolded him so much on the Internet that they were originally too full. The job I started, I wish I could kneel down and send the money, and now it's all gone.
With such a huge gap, no matter how Song Juhan pretended to be, he couldn't look open-minded. He could imagine how much anger, unwillingness, and resentment were stuck in his heart.
However, this is likely just the beginning. If Song Juhan can't make a comeback after the limelight, he will be beaten down by this wave and can't stand up again. Fans are the most precious, but they are also the cheapest. They love the new and hate the old too fast. Song Juhan has been in the entertainment industry all his life, and he understands this very well.
Xiao Song said in a low voice, "Brother Han, Mr. Song asked you to keep a low profile for a while. In another two months, I will slowly build momentum for you. Don't worry, you will go back soon."
"What's the situation? Now a bunch of people are scolding me, and when I go back, I'll be scolded. Those people are nothing but birds." Song Juhan leaned back on the sofa, rubbing his brows irritably.
"Look for the public relations team to whitewash it. Public opinion can be guided. Brother Han, don't worry. Now they dare to cut your footage, and they will cry and beg to add it back in the future."
Song Juhan pursed his lips, but his mood did not improve.
He Gu whispered: "You have done something wrong, you should accept punishment and supervision, don't be angry, Komatsu is right, you have a lot of loyal fans, you will definitely get up again."
"Who cares." Song Ju coldly snorted, "I can't spend all my money in my life, I just like to sing."
"Okay, stop watching TV and cook with me."
Song Juhan was silent for two seconds, then stood up and followed He Gu to the kitchen, leaving Komatsu to stare at them dumbfounded.
He Gu was washing vegetables, cutting meat and cooking, and Song Juhan followed sticky beside him, like a cat wandering around the owner's feet. Looking at it, he couldn't help hugging He Gu, kissing and rubbing. Why is a meal more tiring than a long run?
The next day, the driver came to pick them up and took them to a farm in the outskirts.
The scenery there is beautiful, the air is pleasant, and the environment is not as good as in the capital. In order to avoid harassment, Song Juhan wrapped up the entire farm, leaving only the staff.
Why did he spend there perhaps the most leisurely, most relaxed and happy vacation in his life.
They fished, walked, climbed mountains, barbecued, played ball, and although it was a little cold in early spring, they had a great time.
Song Juhan's expression was gentle and affectionate, which made He Gu feel like they were in love. His heart that was almost frozen into ice finally felt a little warmth, and he even thought desperately, what if, if they would It really went on like this.
Just in case.
The two stayed at the farm for a week, Song Juhan was urged back by Song He's phone call, and He Gu also returned to the city.
He went to the house to have a look, probably because he had paid enough money and had a little friendship. The renovation company was progressing very quickly, and the work would be handed over in a week.
He looked at the house, which had already begun to take shape, and felt a trace of peace of mind. Chinese people generally have the concept of living and working in peace and contentment deeply implanted in the bone marrow. Only a house that belongs to oneself can give a stable sense of belonging. Now he also realizes that.
He thought that if he made more money in the future, he would change to a bigger house. He was very casual, mainly considering that his mother and Susu might come to play.
After seeing the house, he drove home, and when he was passing a street, he suddenly remembered that he and GuQingPei had eaten here before, he was moved and called GuQingPei.
The phone rang for a long time before answering, GuQingPei's voice sounded like he was still sleeping, why was he a little surprised, how could someone as self-disciplined like GuQingPei sleep until the afternoon? Is it sick, he asked the question.
GuQingPei yawned: "No, I'm just a little tired recently and I have insomnia, so I took a sleeping pill and slept till now."
He Gu frowned and said, "President Gu, what's wrong with you? It seems to be in a bad state."
GuQingPei was silent for a while: "...I resigned."
"what?"
GuQingPei sighed lightly, "Where are you?"
"I'm...my house is being renovated, I'm staying in a hotel now." He Gu couldn't react for a while, GuQingPei left again?
"Come to my house and have a drink with me."
He Gu said without hesitation: "Okay."
GuQingPei said the address, why did he turn the car around and drive towards his house.
He Gu came to GuQingPei's house for the first time. It was a very good neighborhood, and all of them were large apartments. It seemed that GuQingPei had accumulated a lot over the years.
He took the elevator upstairs and rang the doorbell.
The doorbell rang for a long time before someone came to open the door.
GuQingPei didn't wear glasses, his hair was messy on the side of his face, he looked a few years younger than usual, why was he surprised, he had never seen GuQingPei's decadent look.
"Come on, come in." GuQingPei yawned again, "I'm sorry to let you see this."
"President Gu, are you feeling unwell?"
GuQingPei smiled bitterly: "Fortunately, there is nothing wrong." He went to the refrigerator to get a few bottles of beer and threw them to He Ge.
He Gu took the beer and put it down: "Have you eaten yet?"
"No."
"I'll make something to eat, let's eat and drink."
GuQingPei fell down on the sofa and said in a dull tone, "Okay."
He Gu couldn't help but look at GuQingPei several times, GuQingPei like this is really shocking, he must have encountered a very troublesome thing.
He Gu went into the kitchen to take a look. The refrigerator was almost empty. Finally, he managed to find a few ingredients and cooked two bowls of hot noodles.
He came to the restaurant with his face in his face, and saw that GuQingPei had washed his face, tidied his hair, and put on his glasses. He had some normal calmness, but the thick dark circles under his eyes still made him look tired.
GuQingPei laughed at himself: "Don't tell me what I look like today."
"No." He Gu put the noodles in front of Gu Qing Pei, "I guess you haven't eaten for a long time."
GuQingPei nodded, grabbed the chopsticks, and ate it bit by bit.
He Gu took the chopsticks in one hand, pulled the beer pull tab with one hand, and took a sip: "President Gu, you are quite worrying."
GuQingPei grabbed the beer and touched him: "Don't worry, life has its ups and downs, I can adjust myself."
"What happened? Doesn't your boss appreciate you very much, didn't you do a good job too?"
GuQingPei's body froze, put down the beer, and suddenly laughed: "I put the boss's son to sleep, and he found out." After speaking, he couldn't stop laughing.
He Gu straightened his eyes: "Yuan, Yuan Yang?" He thought of that tall, arrogant and domineering eldest son of the Yuan family.
GuQingPei, and YuanYang? !
GuQingPei nodded, still laughing: "It's incredible, in fact, he's not my type at all, the type I like is... well, just like Zhuang Jieyu, with a thin little white face, why would I be with him... ...it's all karma."
He Ge didn't know what to say anymore, he was really at a loss for words, he wanted to give GuQingPei a thumbs up. The former eldest son has been in contact with him twice, and he feels that he is a master who will be beaten if you look at him too much. What should he praise Gu Qing Pei? Artists are bold?
GuQingPei didn't care why he said it or not, he drank one sip after another, obviously he was extremely annoyed.
Why did he laugh at himself and think that he and GuQingPei are also resigning, which one is more humiliating? Or him, he was in the newspaper. He was silent for a moment and asked, "What are your plans next?"
GuQingPei shook his head blankly: "I don't know yet. Why, I feel very embarrassed about your matter, I didn't expect that I wouldn't be able to stay here."
"It's nothing. Who would have expected such a thing. I actually didn't think about it. I just wanted to rest for a while and relax."
"I plan to go back to my hometown tomorrow." GuQingPei smiled lightly, "Accompanying my parents...I haven't had a long vacation for a long time."
"President Gu, don't think too much. Talents like you won't be scrambled anywhere."
"I hope so." GuQingPei shook the beer can, "However, if I can't find a suitable job, I will probably start my own business. Maybe this is also an opportunity for me to make up my mind to go it alone. Why, if I've settled down, and you haven't got a good place yet, and I still hope to be on business with you."
He Gu nodded: "Okay, a word is settled."