I'm in a sports variety show with my nemesis HE

Chapter 55

Song Mingyuan and Gao Xingcheng didn't finish the rehearsal until after five o'clock. As soon as they left the gate of the venue, they saw Anping and Zhang Zixuan waiting for them outside, saying that they wanted to make up for the missed meal during the last audition.

The two couldn't refuse, so they could only follow them and go to the hot pot restaurant that Anping had booked a long time ago.

Both Song Mingyuan and Gao Xingcheng are introverted, they hardly have any intimacy in front of others, and they abide by etiquette like a pair of good brothers.

Anping and Zhang Zixuan are different. Anping has a flamboyant personality, and he finally caught the opportunity to show off his affection, while Zhang Zixuan felt that he was the patron of money, and actively offered to cooperate with him. The two kissed and hugged each other throughout the night. To feed each other.

Song Mingyuan is obviously not a single dog, but he ate dog food and Sichuan spicy hot pot all night for no reason, and he actually felt that the food was a bit sweet and greasy.

I have to say, it's really a couple. Fortunately, Gao Xingcheng's relationship is not the style of Anping and Zhang Zixuan. This night is nothing more than picking up food for him a few times and handing him tissues a few times. Xiaoyi, Song Mingyuan also felt that he couldn't talk.

Song Mingyuan and Gao Xingcheng didn't live close together, and they each had their own affairs, so they made an appointment to meet again on New Year's Eve.

On the morning of the New Year's Eve party, Xiao Mu came to Song Mingyuan's house early.Last rehearsal, it didn't matter whether he was there or not, but this time it was different. There were many reporters at the entrance of the venue, and it was impossible for Song Mingyuan to appear in the public eye by himself.

Song Mingyuan slept at home all day yesterday, and when he woke up today, his skin was much fairer and more supple, and his spirit was very full.

While taking breakfast out of the bag, Xiao Mu peeked at Song Mingyuan's side face. With his brother's good looks, plus his singing, dancing and acting skills, if he wasn't in the Spark Culture, he would have been praised as the top class. After thinking about it for a long time, I couldn't understand why the company insisted on burying Song Mingyuan, a bright pearl, without making good money.

"Brother Yuan," Xiaomu put the soymilk in front of Song Mingyuan who was fiddling with his phone with a smile on his face. If nothing else, he should be saying good morning to Gao Xingcheng.

Xiaomu pursed his lips lightly. He didn't want to spoil Song Mingyuan's interest, but he had no choice but to complete the tasks assigned to him: "Brother Fan, Zhao Fan said, I want you to find him in Feng Xuanjie's dressing room today."

Song Mingyuan didn't raise his head, still staring at the phone, as if waiting for the other party's reply: "Okay, I see."

Song Mingyuan didn't find it strange that Zhao Fan approached him. What they said was that they had been together for almost two years. By using the value, he has a bargaining chip.

Song Mingyuan didn't delay either, as soon as he arrived at the party, he went straight to Feng Xuanjie's dressing room without even having time to say hello to Gao Xingcheng, and Zhao Fan was there to accompany him to make up.

"Brother Fan," the dressing room is very large and there are many people, Song Mingyuan didn't want to go in, leaning against the door and asked, "Are you looking for me?"

Zhao Fan was also stunned when he saw Song Mingyuan. He didn't know why, but he always felt that Song Mingyuan was different, but he couldn't find the key point, as if Song Mingyuan's realm had suddenly improved, and he was no longer worthy in the other party's eyes.

"Coming?" Zhao Fan quickly looked away, pretending to ignore him, "Sit down and have a rest."

Song Mingyuan didn't want to quarrel too much with the company, not to mention that everyone in this room was his classmate in "I want to form a group". He didn't want to be the focus, so he had to go into the room and sit on the sofa beside him, staring at him in the mirror. Looking at Feng Xuanjie who was putting on makeup.

"Brother Yuan, are you thirsty? Here is juice." Since Feng Xuanjie had a conflict with Song Mingyuan last time, he has become a lot more honest recently, and now he feels a little guilty, and it is rare for him to take the initiative to show his favor to him.

It's just that Zhao Fan stared back at him before his hand touched the bottle on the table, so he obediently shut his mouth.

In the lounge at the moment, everything was quiet, and even the makeup artist unconsciously relaxed a lot. Although everyone didn't pay attention to him obviously, they seemed to be waiting for a conflict to erupt.

Zhao Fan, who kept Feng Xuanjie from moving around just now, took a bottle of orange juice from the dressing table and handed it to Song Mingyuan: "I already knew that Feng Xuanjie and Mengwei played a prank on you last time, and the company severely criticized them. Let them apologize to you together another day."

Song Mingyuan didn't want to look directly at him, but still stared at the silhouette in the mirror, and lowered his head slightly, indicating that he heard it.

Zhao Fan wanted to use the whole room to put pressure on Song Mingyuan, but he didn't expect him to be so calm. On the contrary, he felt that today's communication was particularly uncomfortable, but he had no choice but to continue to bite the bullet and say, "You guys will end the show soon, isn't it?" Is there an interactive interview session? When the time comes, you can mention Mengwei, without saying too much, just send her a separate New Year greeting..."

"Brother Fan," Song Mingyuan finally turned his head, without any emotional ups and downs in his voice, "Last time you asked me to think about firing CP, I don't seem to have given you an answer."

"I don't fire CP, so I won't mention anything related to Mengwei." He deliberately slowed down his speech, almost saying it word by word, even though his voice was not loud, it was clearly stated own position.

Zhao Fan frowned, and looked into Song Mingyuan's eyes angrily, but those beautiful peach blossom eyes were only resolute and frank at the moment, without the slightest dodge, they looked straight at him, making him suddenly not know how to open his mouth next .

"This is nothing but a blessing." Zhao Fan finally turned his eyes away, and his voice became weaker. He didn't know why Song Mingyuan suddenly became so aura, as if he had a pair of warriors. The invincible armor can only back down a step, "Then why don't you send a blessing to Mengwei and the bamboo horse you are looking for?"

This is probably the funniest joke Song Mingyuan has heard this year. When can Mengwei be compared with Xiaoyi, and this will not achieve the effect the company wants at all, thanks to Zhao Fan.

He chuckled lightly, stood up from the sofa, and glanced at Zhao Fan and Feng Xuanjie condescendingly: "I've made it very clear, there's nothing else, I'll be leaving first."

After all, before they could speak, Song Mingyuan had already walked out of the room.

Zhao Fan's operation today is still full of calculations. If Song Mingyuan agrees to the company's request, everyone will be happy. If Song Mingyuan does not agree, he will at least successfully interfere with his mood before going on stage, and he can also leave Song Mingyuan in front of everyone. Next's reputation for being disobedient and difficult to communicate with just reflects his seriousness and responsibility.

When people are in a bad mood and have a lot of thoughts, it is easy to make mistakes.

That's right, Xinghuo Culture never thought of making Song Mingyuan popular. Fire means that the wings are hard, and if the wings are hard, Song Mingyuan will not obediently be a green leaf in the company.

What Spark Culture has always wanted is for Song Mingyuan to be tepid. He hopes that he can become the big brother in the company and consume his own value all the time to support his younger siblings.

Of course, Song Mingyuan would not do what Zhao Fan wanted. He couldn't agree to the request to fire CP, nor could his mood be affected by Zhao Fan.

When he came out from there, he went straight to the lounge of Guihai Film and Television. Once he was acquainted with him, he had an inexplicable illusion that he was a member of Guihai Film and Television.

Gao Xingcheng was being pressed in front of the mirror by the makeup artist at this moment, carefully examining how his face should be displayed.

As soon as he saw his boyfriend approaching, the corners of his mouth immediately turned up, he turned around, and naturally opened his arms.

Song Mingyuan walked over quickly, but instead of doing what Gao Xingcheng wanted, he patted his right hand with a smile and gave him a high five.

Gao Xingcheng was a little dissatisfied, raised his head and blinked at him, like a large dog staying at home, waiting for its owner to return home.

Song Mingyuan had no choice but to raise his hand to touch his head, and then patted his generous shoulder.

"Xiaoyuan is here?" Seeing their sweet looks, the makeup artist really didn't want to be a light bulb, but she had no choice but to finish the job. She raised the eyeshadow palette in her hand, "Which color do you think looks better?"

Song Mingyuan looked at Gao Xingcheng, and then at the makeup artist. He didn't know much about it, and he usually let it be arranged. With a finger, he chose a pearly pink color: "How about this?"

The makeup artist suddenly became excited: "I just said that the color looks good, but Xiao Xing just doesn't want to say that he is not a tough guy."

"Okay?" Song Mingyuan turned Gao Xingcheng's body to himself, and stared at him carefully for a long time. The song he chose today was still a relatively soothing love song. This color should be just enough to weaken his serious facial features.

"Yes, but he..."

Before the makeup artist finished speaking, Gao Xingcheng interrupted: "That's it!"

"Ah?" The makeup artist just talked to him for a long time, but he didn't agree to use this color. Unexpectedly, Song Mingyuan said "It's okay", and he agreed immediately. This is too obedient to his wife.

Song Mingyuan touched Gao Xingcheng's head again. He didn't know when he had fallen in love with the texture of the other's hair. This movement seemed to be a secret code between the two, replacing many words that were not spoken in time.

He sat here with Gao Xingcheng for a while before he was willing to go to his makeup artist.

Song Mingyuan, who was not bound by the rest room and the manager, not only did not feel lonely and uncomfortable, but became more relaxed and happy. He went to chat at the edge, said hello to Sun Yuran, and listened to gossip from seniors he knew. Still staying with Gao Xingcheng.

They almost watched the entire performance in the auditorium, and they didn't rush to the backstage to wait until after eleven o'clock in the middle of the night.

Yuan Meng was the first to perform on stage. She chose a sweet love song, and her youthful and beautiful image aroused the enthusiasm of many audiences. She followed her and waved her hands all the time.

Song Mingyuan tugged Gao Xingcheng's clothes in the dark, then took his hand and called him aside.

He just asked the makeup artist for a lipstick, and with the help of the bright green light of the "emergency exit", he brought the other's hand in front of him, and using the lipstick as a pen, he drew a picture on the palm of Gao Xingcheng's right thumb. A red heart.

While holding his hand, Song Mingyuan raised a smiling face at him, and asked in a low voice, "Isn't it pretty?"

Gao Xingcheng seems to be the first time to watch Song Mingyuan's stage appearance at such a close distance. He is dressed in black today. In order to avoid the color from being too monotonous, the stylist decorated his large suit jacket with a lot of royal blue accessories. There are also some sapphire-like debris scattered on the body, and the whole person is like a little prince from a distant planet.

Gao Xingcheng suddenly felt as if there was a fire from the bottom to the top, which made his throat a little dry, and he had to cough lightly to make some sound: "I'll paint one for you too."

"No need," Song Mingyuan shook his head and put the lipstick back into his pocket, "It doesn't need to be so troublesome."

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his left hand and clasped his fingers tightly with Gao Xingcheng's heart-drawn hand, and raised his eyebrows proudly at the other party: "That's it!"

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The author has something to say:

Gao Xingcheng: Aww, I was teased by him, I want to kiss~~

Song Mingyuan: On how to transform from a straight man of steel to a romantic fisherman.

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