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Chapter 68 Fight

A shock of thunder blasted in Rong Yuheng’s mind!

He hadn’t decided whether to turn around without wearing shoes or leave decently with shoes on, but the sound of “Da, Da” footsteps came from the corridor in front of the hallway.

Under the festive background music, there are signs of happy events.

Rong Yuheng jerked his back, turned his head and pressed his hand on the doorknob. Before he could get out of the door, an arm suddenly stretched out from behind him and clasped his shoulder firmly, and a gentle voice came from above his head.

“Xiao Heng, where to go?”

Rong Yuheng’s hands trembled slightly, and then he reduced his expression, pretending to be calm, and turned around, “I brought you gifts and forgot to get in the car.”

“Come on, what other gifts do you bring?”

After Rong Congyan finished speaking, he walked into the house as soon as he took the former with his arms.

Rong Yuheng stubbornly grabbed his toes and tried to make the soles of his feet stick to the ground, but he was still dragged back into the living room in parallel.

He felt like a sweeping machine.

In the huge living room, Rong Tianshen sat on the sofa with a solemn expression. The mahogany wide table was placed in front of the sofa with a table of labels on it.

Rong Yuheng swept away, sticks, whips, iron picks…

He pursed his lips, trying to stabilize his voice, “What is this?”

Rong Tianshen looked at him coldly, “Catch Zhou.”

Rong Yuheng’s eyes were bleak, “Is it for me a year from now?”

Rong Congyan sighed helplessly. After all, he couldn’t bear it. “Not to the point of reincarnation.”

Rong Yuheng understood, “It means you can’t kill me.”

“…”

Seeing the cross talk between the two brothers talked about each other, Rong Tianshen, who was inexplicably neglected as the presiding judge, finally snorted so loudly that he could not bear it! He lifted up his fur slippers and flew over to Rong Yuheng with a “pop”—

“I don’t know how to call someone when I go home! I’m such a big person sitting here, I didn’t hear you calling, all these years of books have been read for nothing!”

Rong Yuheng was caught off guard and made an “Wow”, he rushed to Rong Congyan’s back, poked his head aggrievedly, and forced him out loudly.

“You take this to entertain me as soon as I get home!”

“Are you a distinguished guest, and entertain you!” Rong Tianshen took off another woolen slippers and flew over, “Are you going to lift the sedan chair to lift you!”

After he finished dragging the pillow on the sofa, he was about to hit him after chasing him. Rong Yuheng quickly grabbed Rong Congyan’s back clothes and dodged like an eagle catching a chick, “What are you fierce, what am I doing!” ”

Rong Congyan was caught in the middle and felt tired. “Don’t make trouble, Xiaoheng has finally come back again. Dad, it’s almost done.”

Rong Tianshen took a pillow and smashed Rong Congyan, “It’s all spoiled by you!”

Rong Cong Yanchu closed his eyes on the spot and suffered on behalf of Heng, “It’s me…”

Rong Congyan thought in a daze, amidst the “popping” of the pillow and the sound of being brought up by the wind:

Why was the pup deceived back, but in the end he was injured but he paid him back?

This ridiculous pillow fight lasted until the meal was served amidst the singing.

It was not until the aunt at home brought the food from the kitchen to greet them to serve, and the living room was able to restore a moment of peace.

There was a pot of chicken soup on the dinner table. This season it happened to be used to stew ginkgo, with a mellow fragrance. Rong Yuheng’s saliva began to whirl in his throat again… at least the stewed chicken didn’t lie to him.

Rong Tianshen looked at him with hatred of iron and steel, “Just your virtue, have you been disliked when you eat with others?”

Rong Yuheng gave a “hum”, and arrogantly pulled the chair away and sat down: He has never disliked him, and he can even draw silk from his mouth

When they had dinner, Rong Congyan and Rong Yuheng chatted, “How about your work, is it tiring to be a star?”

Rong Tianshen is like an ETC that automatically raises the bar, “What kind of work is not tiring?”

“…” Rong Congyan maintained the topic firmly, “Don’t treat yourself badly outside, eat if you need to eat, and rest if you need to rest.”

Rong Tianshen, “I think he looks better than at home.”

Rong Congyan, “…” Dad, shut up.

Rong Yuheng didn’t say a word, and ate the chicken legs with his head unhappy.

Rong Congyan could only pick a topic that Rong Tianshen couldn’t talk about, “What are your plans for the future?”

Only then was Rong Yuheng able to speak, “Release albums, record shows…maybe joining the group.”

The first two Rong Congyan knew about him, but he hadn’t heard the news about joining the group. “Enter the group? Do you want to make a TV series.”

“Ok.”

“Which type?”

Thinking of the magical script, the chicken bone in Rong Yuheng’s mouth slid suddenly, almost poking his back molars. He concentrated his attention, “…inspire to grow up.”

Rong Tianshen’s face was slightly sullen, “This is okay. To be a healthy person, spread positive energy to others! Especially you are now a public figure, don’t ask yourself by ordinary people’s standards, public figures shoulder social responsibilities. , Do you understand it!”

Rong Yuheng was so babbled that his chicken legs were no longer fragrant. He pursed his greasy mouth and protested, “Just talk, what are you doing so fiercely?”

Rong Congyan hurriedly picked up vegetables for the father and son, “Eh, it’s ready, eat…”

After the meal, Rong Tianshen slid with his hands on his back and went for a walk in the garden to digest.

Rong Congyan and Rong Yuheng collapsed side by side on the lazy couch beside the living room.

Rong Congyan rubbed his belly on his brother, “Don’t be angry with your dad, he has been looking forward to it for a long time when you come back.”

Rong Yuheng thought about the extremely professional cover singing and colorful catching weeks, and nodded with approval, “I can feel his enthusiasm.”

Rong Congyan laughed, and then rubbed him for a while. When Rong Yuheng was so comfortable that his eyes were almost closed, he suddenly asked, “Is Aunt Wen okay?”

Rong Yuheng woke up immediately.

Rong Congyan asked his mother Wenqin.

His throat suddenly got astringent. Then he brought up the image of braised pork in his mind and moistened his throat with overflowing saliva.

“It’s the same… Traveling around the world, occasionally chatting with me and sending a few high-fuzzy selfies.”

“Auntie Wen’s mentality has always been very good.”

“It’s not yet tempered by someone’s bad temper.”

Rong Congyan did not speak, and Rong Yuheng went on to say, “I thought the family could be together forever, but I suddenly divorced. Is the shelf life of love so short? If you can’t be together, you won’t be together.”

Rong Congyan rubbed his cerebellum gently, “Love is a matter of two people. It cannot be judged if it is not in it. Don’t blame Dad for his bad temper. There is no right or wrong to love or not.”

Rong Yuheng was silent for two seconds, and said thoughtfully, “Well, I don’t love you, brother.”

Rong Congyan’s movement of rubbing his head was stagnant, and then he held his head and pressed the person on the velvet carpet and rubbed it carefully.

“I’m talking about love.”

“…” Rong Yuheng’s face was wiping the plush blanket, and his eyes were drawn into horns. He vaguely made a sound of breath from the gap between his face and the carpet.

“That’s right.”

Rong Yuheng stayed until dinner was over before Rong Yuheng left. Before leaving, the background music was put in the living room again.

Beating the gongs and drums is a joy as if to send the **** of plague.

He decided to look for opportunities to write a few new scripts for his big scallops.

Because there was still work the next day, Rong Yuheng turned on the air-conditioning electric blanket early after returning to the dormitory. After washing, he went into the bed and played with his mobile phone, intending to use the “fatigue sleep method” to fall asleep.

While playing, news of Wen Zezong suddenly popped out.

[Wen Zezong]: Cub Cub didn’t look for me for a day, is there a new owner? [Sea Otter Suspicious]

[Rong Yuheng]: I only have one owner What orders does the owner have [Sea Otter Star Eye]

[Wen Zezong]: It’s okay, just take care of the little hamster’s diet and daily life

[Rong Yuheng]: What a conscientious owner! I still know cloud farming when I’m not around!

When the opposite Wen Zezhen saw the message, the corner of his mouth bends: If he can, he doesn’t want to raise the cloud, he wants to raise it by himself.

From getting up in the morning to brush the hamsters to sleep at night.

[Wen Zetong]: Go to bed early, you will have an audition tomorrow

[Rong Yuheng]: You remember so clearly

[Wen Zetong]: After all, there is a hamster feeding record book

When Rong Yuheng saw that this place was inexplicably sweet, he and Wen Zezhen replied “good night” and gave up the “tired sleep method”, and obediently put down the phone and closed his eyes.

…

The next day, Shi Qiu came to take the audition for Rong Yuheng.

When Rong Yuheng got into the car, Shi Qiu frowned, “Come here.”

Rong Yuheng poked his head obediently.

Shi Qiu stretched out his hand and pulled his face. “The skin is a bit dry. Didn’t you apply a mask yesterday?”

Rong Yuheng touched the tip of his nose and withdrew with a guilty conscience, “It is applied, but the air-conditioning electric blanket is on and forgot to turn off.”

Shi Qiu beat the horn loudly, “The air-conditioning electric blanket is on all night, do you want to dehydrate yourself artificially?”

Rong Yuheng shrank in the co-driver’s seat and listened obediently…The brain capacity of hamsters is very small, he forgot to chat with his warm feeder.

Before arriving at the audition scene, Shi Qiu took a box of facial mask out of the car and asked Rong Yuheng to make an emergency.

After an hour’s drive, when Rong Yuheng finally got off the bus, he finally changed back to that slippery little hamster.

A dozen actors have been waiting in the audition spot, and not all of them have come to audition for the male one. “Su Yi Ke Xing” is the biggest IP in the recent past. It’s good to get a slightly more brilliant role in it.

Rong Yuheng glanced around and saw two acquaintances—Xu Sun and Zai An, too.

There was also a middle-aged man standing next to Zai An. Rong Yuheng looked at their expressions and guessed that the latter should be Zai An’s uncle.

While looking at it, the opposite Xu Sun suddenly turned his head to look over and met him, but Xu Sun quickly turned his eyes away, looking a little embarrassed.

“Rong Go!”

A sudden voice drew Rong Yuheng’s attention back, and when he turned his head and looked around, he saw a white dumpling leaping towards him.

It’s almost winter now, and the white dumplings are dressed in fluffy, looking more and more like dumplings…

Rong Yuheng shook his head lightly to shake off the image in his mind, and greeted Xunguang, “Why did you come here?”

Xun Guang squeezed him familiarly, “I’m out to pee!”

Rong Yuheng was so panicked that his nose was widened in an instant: Shut up! Everyone around is watching you!

Shi Qiu had never seen Xun Guang before. At this moment, I saw a “little girl” who greeted Rong Yuheng quite familiarly.

She stretched out her hand and said, “Hello, this is Yuheng’s agent Shi Qiu.”

Xun Guang gave a “Oh” and shook it up, “Hello, I am Xun Guang.”

Shi Qiu, “……???”

The face-to-face of several people ended with Xunguang unable to hold back urine. After the latter “padadada” left, Shi Qiu turned to Rong Yuheng with a psychedelic expression, and asked three times for his soul.

“The screenwriters are so small now? How did you meet her? What is your relationship?”

Rong Yuheng is also hard to say in a word, “She just looks small, she should be a little older than me; I met with Brother Shubai last time; the relationship between netizens.”

Shi Qiu’s eyes were complicated, “You netizen is pretty awesome.”

“…”

There was still a while before the audition, Rong Yuheng was chatting with Shi Qiu, and he heard a movement from the other end.

Looking up, it was Zai An and the others.

Opposite Zai An stood Xun Guang who came back from the toilet. She didn’t know if her pupils had the function of taking pictures. Rong Yuheng always felt that there was a pile of **** in her eyes.

Rong Yuheng thought of Xunguang’s circle of friends, and probably guessed what Zai An and the others came from.

Rong Yuheng turned his head and asked Shi Qiu in a low voice, “Can it be so high-profile to bring money into the team?”

Shi Qiu said, “It is not clearly stated that it is to bring money into the group, and others can’t say anything, and even if it is guessed, what happens, this kind of thing is very common.”

She and Rong Yuheng continued, “Last time I saw a great one who was still auditioning, so I just slapped the bank card on the table. The faces of several people around who auditioned together changed.”

Rong Yuheng exclaimed, “There are only unexpected things, nothing impossible.”

Shi Qiu, “That means it hasn’t been long since you joined the circle, and you will see more wonderful operations in the future.”

The two of them were leaning together and pressing softly, and suddenly the movement on the other side became louder. Rong Yuheng’s instinct to eat melons gradually surfaced again… He sneaked along the root of the wall, trying to get the first bite of the sweetest melon.

When I was near, I saw Zai’an’s uncle’s face looking ugly, Xu Sun, the wall grass, swayed slightly between the two, “Teacher Xun Guang, 40 million is already a lot, do you know who this is? The boss of the People’s Republic of China has guaranteed financial resources, so there is no need to worry about the promised money not being in place.”

Xun Guang glanced at Uncle Zai An, “Mai Xiang’s boss?”

Xu Sun hurriedly said, “Eh”, and Rong Yuheng saw Xun Guang’s mouth slowly open——

Because he occupies the best place to eat melons, he can even clearly glimpse the swear words spinning on the tip of the former’s tongue.

Before Rong Yuheng had time to wax the opposite side, he saw Xun Guang grouping his weak self, and the fragility on his face flickered under the light.

“It turned out to be President Jae, disrespectful and disrespectful…”

“…”

He almost broke out “Poke!” A sharp, piercing smile.

An emoticon that Xunguang had once appeared in Rong Yuheng’s mind:

Cub, come and box.

The author has something to say: Bai Tuanzi: So you are President Zai!

Rong Yuheng: Brother Zai’an will be Mr. Zai from now on!

Two people: yeah yeah!