"They have hung up your phone, but they still don't put their phones?" He Shengming leaned against the door of the hotel room and looked at Jian Congsu standing by the window.

He lit a cigarette, which made Jian Congsu frown.

"Just go to bed," he said.

Jian Congsu did not lie. After recording the program in the middle of the night, everyone in the program team went for a midnight snack not far from the hotel.

But Jian Congsu still ran back alone.

Seeing the photo posted by the little angel duck, he left everyone and ran back without saying a word and called her.

He Shengming naturally followed in quickly.

Jian Congsu didn't hear when he opened the door.

"In fact, it is the norm for artists to have a dewy relationship, and everyone in this industry knows it." He Shengming closed the door and sat on the sofa.

Jian Congsu stopped and looked back at him. He frowned, but didn't say anything.

He Shengming put out the cigarette in the ashtray, "Step a movie, a program, or even a commercial, you may be together for a short time, but after work, everyone will naturally separate, and no one will mention this past. This is one of the unspoken rules in the circle."

"I haven't experienced these things." Jian Congsu looked at He Shengming openly.

In fact, when the two were working together, He Shengming also asked about the things Guan Guan asked about his love history and his past.

He didn't understand what he suddenly said about this.

He Shengming looked at Jian Congsu carefully.

The lights were not turned on in the room, but fortunately it was very bright outside, so he could see his facial features and even his expressions clearly.

"What I mean is," he pondered the sentence, "You rarely hear anyone and who are together because of a play. The so-called love from the play is the intention of being together in the future. The desire to be together seriously. Everyone knows what it means to play in a show. No one will give his sincerity, let alone... wishful thinking?"

Jian Congsu's expression became a little cold.

"I can't understand anything you're saying."

The more obscure it is, the more obscure it is, in fact... the more people can understand it.

He Shengming took out another cigarette and was about to lit it when he saw Jian Congsu's disgusting eyes, he lowered it again.

"Let me say it a different way," he sighed. He had been working with Jian Congsuhe for a while. He probably learned some of his situation. He knew a lot about whether it is good or bad. "There are a bit too many vitamin tablets you take every day."

Jian Congsu suddenly looked like a cat who was stepped on his tail.

"Are you monitoring me?"

"I'm considering you," He Shengming understood why his reaction was so extreme. "Your former agent probably never noticed this, but he didn't notice it..." He couldn't help but say it even more clearly, "Is the logo on your pill completely different from the vitamin logo?"

Jian Congsu's expression was colder than the moonlight outside.

"You went to check?" he asked.

He Shengming nodded, "It's not difficult to check. Just find a doctor and you will know the abbreviation of these prescription drugs."

Hearing He Shengming say this, Jian Congsu felt relieved, "I have regular doctors and my condition is well controlled. Don't worry, it won't affect my work."

You know it. He has left the Jian family, and there is no need to hide it so deeply.
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