The Top Couple Is a Bit Sweet

When Wen Li heard him talk about the incident two years ago, he would feel very embarrassed for a while.

"Why am I crying..." Her hand was holding onto the bedding, as if she couldn't speak, "Who didn't have a young glass heart."

Song Yan looked at her flatly.

"So you liked him." The man stated, paused for a few seconds, and then calmly said, "If you don't feel anymore for him now, there is nothing bad to admit, it's all over."

Wen Li: "No, I don't have one..."

"Go to sleep, and get up early tomorrow." He loosened her waist and stretched out his hand to tuck the quilt for her, "Good night."

Then turned his back and turned off the bedside lamp.

Wen Li opened her lips.

Compared to letting people know that she was so fragile that she was crying by netizens at the time, it seemed to make people misunderstand that she liked Lu Ming.

The face-saving Wen Li will never allow Song Yan to misunderstand that she likes that garbage, which is simply insulting her vision and connotation.

She jumped up from the bed, with her hands and feet strenuously, she rolled over him like a puppy, climbed to the other side of him, and forced to face each other.

Song Yan was a little surprised: "What is this for?"

Wen Li twitched the corners of her lips and made a loud and loud explanation in the dark: "I was crying in anger! I was crying in anger!"

"..."

The more Wen Li wanted to get more angry, the more he talked, the more angry he complained to Song Yan: "This **** has a girlfriend and he fries CP with me. Before the hype, I obviously asked Sister Dan to ask him, and he said he was single. Okay. Well, as a result, he and Zheng Xuedi have been talking for several years, and I was scammed by him for more than half a year. If it weren’t for Sister Dan to persuade me that everyone was in the circle, I would not look up and see me down. The career hasn't stabilized yet, so I can't tear it up directly, so I can bear it. After a while, it will be fine. I would have crippled him a long time ago!"

"If I knew that he had been talking with Zheng Xue for several years at that time, I would rather not make money for those CP fans. The big deal would be to become popular again a few years later."

Song Yan hadn't spoken for a long time, and Wen Li couldn't see the expression on his face now. He was a little frustrated: "Hey, don't you believe me?"

"no."

After he said this, Wen Li suddenly felt his warm breath hit his face and was approaching little by little.

She subconsciously hid behind her. Song Yan slept by the side of the bed. When she crawled over, there was only one seam on the bed to lie on. Half of her body was suspended, and she fell off the bed as soon as she fell down.

Wen Li exclaimed, Song Yan called out her name in a panic, hurriedly turned on the light, and saw her lying on her back, her face wrinkled.

Song Yan was stunned for a few seconds, then sighed and laughed.

"Fuck you," she yelled fiercely.

Song Yan got out of bed and picked her up: "Where did you fall?"

"Nonsense." Wen Li lay on the bed and pointed to the back of his head, with a weak voice, "I may have a concussion."

A big, generous hand came up immediately and rubbed it for her.

After rubbing a few times, it really got better. Wen Li felt that the tail vertebra was also a little painful, but the place was a little sensitive, so he stretched his hand over and pressed it.

"It hurts here too?" he asked.

"Well, I can just press it myself, so you can rub the back of my head for me."

"There is no need to be shy." Song Yan saw her twist, calmly moved his hand to her tail vertebra, "I haven't touched it either."

I only touched it when doing that kind of thing. Now that the light is on and people are awake, Wen Li is still not used to it.

"Oh, don't tell others that I cry for this kind of thing. If it spreads out to let those black fans know that I cried because they saw the comments they scolded me, they might scold me even more cheerfully in the future."

Wen Li climbed forward like a tortoise, took the phone on the bedside table, turned on Weibo and flipped it.

She often visits her own super chat, knowing that fans have special anti-triad groups, and is usually responsible for reporting some blog posts and Weibo accounts that have personally attacked her.

I just flipped through it and saw that the fans had hung up a few more black fans, calling everyone to report in the super chat.

One of them is called "Liji must s".

-"Liji is cheap, cheap, cheap, cheap, cheap, cheap, cheap”

— "You are so cheap, why haven't you killed your parents?"

Those unsightly insults at the back also just glanced at her.

Wen Li glanced at Song Yan calmly, then whispered to herself: "My mother passed away a long time ago, and my dad is in good health. He will definitely live to be a hundred years old."

Then she said to Song Yan, "So you have to keep it secret for me."

Song Yan frowned. Although he knew that no artist had no black fans, he felt a little complicated when he saw these insults in person.

He suddenly picked up the person lying on the bed, hugged her, and patted her on the back like a child: "It's all over."

Wen Li didn't care, with a cheerful tone: "Ah, it's okay. I am now a copper wall and iron wall. I can scold you when I am face to face. I have to frown. I am not named Wen."

She heard him laugh, and then whispered: "Little stubborn donkey."

Wen Li frowned: "You love to give people a nickname, and this nickname is derogatory."

Song Yan: "Praise."

"Don't lie to me if I have read books." Wen Li pushed him away, trying to prove to him that he was not pretending to be strong, but a real iron wall. "Really, fortunately, you were willing to sign an agreement with me at that time, we two The news of the marriage immediately overwhelmed those things, and I still have a panacea here."

"What panacea?"

Wen Li hurriedly flipped through her mobile phone again. Her mobile phone has not changed its brand in recent years. It is very convenient to import data, so there are still screenshots from several years ago in the album.

They are all private messages sent by fans, two years ago.

— "Sanli, I don’t know if you will see this private message, but I want to tell you, don’t go to those rumors in the accident world. Although you are temperamental and arrogant, and you often attack fans, we all believe in you. Pin, "I will not come here when you are at the peak, and will not leave you when you fall to the bottom", we will always love you."

— "Sister qwq really feels sorry for you. Those who scold you don’t understand you. You took the initiative to do swear words for the female artists in the same group in a variety show, and you were so tired that you couldn’t get up the next day and didn’t even eat breakfast. , I was fancied by you at that time, you are a beautiful and kind little fairy in my heart, these lychees all know! You work hard, clarify the report to us, we will accompany you through the difficulties of!"

She saved screenshots of these words in the album.

So she is arrogant to anyone, but not to the fans. She will wave to the fans on every outdoor trip and tell them to study hard and work hard, and don’t lose the focus of life for star chasing. Accept the inexpensive but full-hearted gifts from fans and post them on Weibo to show off.

"I have a very charming personality."

Wen Li proudly raised his eyebrows at Song Yan.

She glanced at the contents of the private messages again, and curled her eyes and smiled like a child with a small red flower.

Wen Li watched Song Yan staring at herself and did not speak, and reflected on whether she was a bit too narcissistic. He coughed and got up and got into the quilt: "Okay, I will explain it clearly. Next time I will spread the rumors. You sue together and go to sleep."

Song Yan hummed, and then covered it with the quilt.

Wen Li was really sleepy, so when Song Yan hugged her from behind again, she yawned and did not refuse.

"It's very big," Song Yan said suddenly.

Wen Li realized that he was answering the question before turning off the lights.

"Why is your reflex arc longer than me?" But to be sure, Wen Li is still a little happy, "Is it, it's big? Even if I'm not as good as Zheng Xue, I'm still more likable than her." ."

She always likes to compare herself with her opponent.

As everyone knows, there is no comparability at all.

"Who said you wouldn't." Song Yan sighed, "You are so good, you are so talented."

Wen Li's vanity suddenly skyrocketed infinitely, and he could only wait to jump up from the bed and recite aloud, "Looking up to the sky and roaring to go out, how are we from Penghao"!

But she was still a little modest in her words: "Really? Don't you compliment me?"

"No." Song Yan thought for a while, his voice soft, "What you just said makes me feel sorry for you."

Wen Li laughed, and said proudly: "I make so much money every year, what makes me feel bad?"

"..."

"Why don't you speak anymore?"

"Nothing, go to sleep."

As a result, she was provoked by curiosity again, clutching the quilt and asking excitedly: "Hey, you haven't told me a specific case, am I really good at it? Why didn't I find it myself? How about you tell me?"

"On the bed." Song Yan hummed softly, knocked her head, and said lazily and loosely, "I want to keep you out of bed for three days."

Wen Li was speechless, very desperate to say.

"Go to sleep."

—

Early the next morning, accompanied by the humid air in the morning, Wen Li got up to go to work. After breakfast, he sat in the car arranged by the program group refreshedly.

The station book was released early in the morning. In the morning, it was recorded indoors. In the afternoon, they went out to complete the tasks of the program group.

The recording time is actually only two days, and the rest of the announcement is to record other variety shows with Satellite TV.

Except for Lu Ming and Zheng Xue, the other two pairs of guests, Wen Li, are not very familiar, and Song Yan is even more unfamiliar. Apart from the usual media activities, they have no intersection at all.

Fortunately, the two pairs of guests were very talkative and enthusiastically said that they had watched Wen Li's TV series and Song Yan's movies.

There was a male guest who seemed to be a fan of Song Yan. He loved his films as much as possible. In the past few years, Song Yan’s work frequency was two big screen works a year. After he got married, he focused slightly elsewhere, one one a year. Ensure that the work is in the audience's field of vision, and the remaining time is used to run other commercial announcements and degree studies.

Two days later, in front of the camera, Wen Li and her opponent kept the superficial peace for the time being. They also added WeChat with the other two pairs of guests. The experience was not bad.

Until the third day, the four pairs of guests were on the interview game variety show with Satellite TV.

First, I recorded an awkward opening show. Song Yan and Wen Li were arranged in a heart-shaped prop. When the choreographer made an OK gesture, the heart-shaped heart would split in half from the middle, and then the guests would go inside again. walk out.

The host is still reading the script and interacting with the audience.

"Hey, I heard about this pair. Since they got married, there has been very little cooperation. It can be said that there is almost no cooperation, but the popularity is very high. I especially want to know the reason. Does anyone in the audience know? Where are they attracting you?"

All CP fans said in unison: "Face!"

Several hosts laughed.

"Let's first take a look at the introduction video of the pair of guests, which is very popular on the Internet."

The short film is nothing, mainly because the full-blown introduction in the background is too shameful.

"If you don't know the salt grains, then please allow me to introduce it to you."

"Song Yan, who was eighteen years old, played Chen Jiamu's debut in "Paper Airplane". He was a white school uniform, a beautiful boy, and affectionate and paranoid. He became the whitest moonlight shadow in the hearts of all the girls that year..."

"Wen Li, the queen of idol drama ratings, light makeup and heavy makeup are suitable. Whether it is the majestic princess in the drama or the cute and cute girl next door, they are all exclusive to her unique charm..."

"Made in heaven, gods and goddesses, they have top-notch looks, no wonder passers-by can't help but yell in the pit, ah, ah, ah, so good!"

Song Yan: "..."

Wen Li: "..."

I really don’t know how the guests who were on the show survived when they heard their introduction.

After the introduction of the short film, the host asked the audience loudly: "Do you look forward to them!"

"expect!"

With a bang, the heart exploded in half, the dry ice machine swished out of the fog, and the small celebration ribbon flew down from the top of the video studio.

"Let's welcome! The salt couple! Song Yan, Wen Li!"

The author has something to say:

Granules of salt: Obviously hiding in the props, but the society is still dead

"I come here when I'm not at the top—" from the Internet, not original