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Chapter 4: Liang Shen is a little worse than before!

How many good brothers do you have?

Author: Zhitang

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Liang Shen is a little worse than before!

　　On a hot afternoon, the two people in the small storage room were in silence for a short time.

　　Until someone's barely audible sigh broke the silence first. Jian Shangwen's voice was light, without any tension, but a little lazy: "How long do you plan to hold like this?"

　　Qi Yan's whole body stiffened. He let go of his hand as if he had been electrocuted, and then glared at Jian Shangwen: "This is not a hug."

　　Obviously in front of other people, this top star who is in the prime of his life is very serious and polite in everything he does, but he can be provoked by Jian Shangwen's few words.

　　Jian Shangwen smiled indifferently, rubbed his arm gently, and said in a light voice: "Well, if you say it's not, then it's not."

　　Qi Yan saw that there was a circle of obvious red on the wrist he was rubbing. He didn't know if it was his illusion, and it was even a little blue. Of course, he didn't think that this was caused by someone holding him tightly in the same position at noon. He just thought that his strength just now was really great. After the angry mood subsided, he felt a little guilty and was about to speak.

　　"Hey, big star, did anyone see you when you came here just now?" Jian Shangwen looked up at him with a smile in his eyes: "If my wrist doesn't go away soon, others will know that it was you who did it. Then the audience will no longer say that I am talking nonsense to get your attention?"

　　This instantly ignited the anger that Qi Yan had just suppressed.

　　Qi Yan's eyes became sharper: "You really came to this show for me?"

　　Jian Shangwen admired the imagination of these men. He didn't even need to speak, they thought it out by themselves, and he didn't even need to waste his words. Each one was more willing to take the blame than the other.

　　"Have you told the director about our past?" Qi Yan's black eyes were tinged with anger: "Jian Shangwen, we ended the day you abandoned me and said we broke up. What are you doing now?!" Jian Shangwen

　　felt that his ears were hurt by the roar for a moment. He looked up and unexpectedly saw that Qi Yan's black eyes were dyed red. He was like an angry little lion roaring and venting his anger. His anger was burning like a real flame, and it burned all the way to his body, burning his heart.

　　In the buzzing sound in his ears.

　　Jian Shangwen seemed to see the young Qi Yan standing in front of him again, roaring loudly: "Why break up, Jian Shangwen, why do you treat me like this, what's so good about that rich man?!" The thin and poor boy

　　grew up tall and straight, and finally walked step by step to the stage of his dreams. The boy he loved most when he was young was not implicated by him, and finally became a dazzling star as he wished.

　　The flames of the year burned and burned, and after many years, it still hurt.

　　Jian Shangwen's eyes, which always had a smile on them, finally faded a little. He pretended to be casual and said, "I don't do anything. I just come to this show to make a living." He

　　had to live.

　　Death was really painful. He had experienced it before, so he didn't want to experience it again.