The Most Popular Comedian - Chapter 137

The air suddenly fell into a dead silence.

In a moment of stagnation, Wen Zezhen walked in swayingly holding peanuts and jujubes, spreading his arms on the bed sheet.

After Wen Zizheng spread it, he turned to Rong Yuheng again braving his alcohol, his eyes glowing, “We can have a son.”

Rong Congyan, like a feudal patriarch, immediately said, “No!”

Wen Zezong, who was interrupted, noticed that there was another person in the dimly lit room. He curled his eyebrows and looked at Rong Congyan, “Why is the Sand Sculpture Tyrant here?”

Rong Congyan:? ?

Rong Yuheng was so scared that his hands and feet were numb, and he flew over and covered Wen Zezong’s mouth, and tried his best to shake the pot, “You admit your mistake, this is not Qiu Jianlun.”

Before Wen Zezong could refute, he hurriedly urged Rong Congyan to go out, “Brother, we want a bridal chamber. It’s inappropriate for you to stay here.”

Rong Congyan was in a complicated mood, “It’s not appropriate for anyone to stay here.”

Rong Yuheng, “…”

Rong Congyan, who had appeared out of place, was driven away, and as soon as the door was closed, the room was quiet again. Wen Zezheng sat on the edge of the bed, staring at Rong Yu eagerly.

“Are you more awake?” Rong Yuheng rubbed it carefully.

Wen Zexuan nodded, and then he hiccuped loudly, “Hiccup!”

“…” Rong Yuheng felt that he had asked a stupid question.

Seeing Rong Yuheng standing still, Wen Zezhen stretched out his arm to pull him. Rong Yuheng didn’t want to resist seriously either. After a little hesitation, he sat down obediently on Wen Zezhen’s lap.

Wen Zezong directly pressed his waist and lowered his head to kiss.

In the dim environment, breathing blended, and the sound of kissing between lips and teeth was amplified countless times.

Rong Yuheng had originally closed his eyes, and half of his eyes opened slightly when he kissed him, and he saw Wen Zezong staring at him with his eyelashes down, without blinking.

The candlelight not far away deflected for a moment, and plunged into Wen Zeleng’s dark pupils, with a gentle and hot spark with a starting point, fierce and affectionate.

Rong Yuheng was taken aback. He never thought that Wen Zezhen would not close his eyes.

Wen Zizuan just looked at him while rubbing and kissing, traced his facial features with his eyes, and searched every part of his affection cleanly.

Under the comfort of Wen Zezheng’s sight, Rong Yuheng gradually weakened his senses of the surrounding environment. His heart was agitated, and a wave of sentiment surged, and then he trusted himself to Wen Zezhen’s hands…

Get up the next day.

As soon as Rong Yuheng opened his eyes, he saw a shadow swaying dimly in front of him. He twisted his eyebrows and looked intently-it turned out that it was his warm feeder.

Wen Zezong knelt on the head of the bed, with his small hands on his thighs, there was a faint blue mark under his eyes, and his face was hollowed out.

Rong Yuheng, “…”

Seeing that he was awake, Wen Zezhen quickly lowered his head and leaned over, “Is the baby awake?”

“Otherwise, I am sleepwalking.” After Rong Yuheng finished speaking, he suddenly “hissed” and rubbed his waist with his backhand, “It hurts.”

Wen Zexang immediately showed a self-blame and proud look, “I’m sorry, I was too fierce.”

Rong Yuheng almost didn’t mention it in one sigh-did you praise yourself so much! Wen Zexang’s ridiculously fierce self-esteem!

“It was peanuts.”

Wen Zezhen was beaten for a second, then forcibly restored his dignity, “I know you can’t bear to blame me.”

Rong Yuheng glanced at him quietly, “Maybe.”

The two got up to wash, the ground was still a mess, peanuts and jujubes fell to the ground, and there was a row of burning candles on the cabinet. Wen Zezhen turned his head and glanced, “Why is the room so messy?”

Rong Yuheng paused, then turned back abruptly, “You don’t remember!”

Wen Zezhen was at a loss, “Remember what?”

Rong Yuheng frowned, and looked carefully at Wen Zezong’s expression, trying to find a trace of lying on his face, “Then where do you think the peanuts and dates on the bed come from?”

Wen Zezong was cautious, “…you haven’t finished eating?”

Rong Yuheng, “What about the candle?”

“…For roasting peanuts?”

boom!

The bathroom door was closed vigorously and locked with a click.

Rong Yuheng’s indifferent voice buzzed from inside, “You better remember it during my bath.”

Wen Zezhen, “…” Withered, what happened!

The sound of splashing water sounded from the bathroom, but it seemed to wash in Wen Zezong’s mind.

Wen Zezhen sat on the edge of the bed, trying to bring himself into the memory. He remembered that he had a drink last night. After the wedding, he happily hugged his little baby Rongrong and returned to the nest, and then the door was closed, and the two of them lingered to the end of the world…

As for the peanut candle… he can’t remember where it came from!

In addition, there should be only two of them under the circumstances, and Wen Zexang can’t even find a witness now.

He thought hard for a while, and decided to ask for help from the almighty Xunguang.

[Wen Zezong]: Teacher Xunguang, I was a little drunk last night, and I can’t remember what happened last night when I woke up this morning.

[Xun Guang]: Isn’t Rong Yuheng lying next to you? ?

[Wen Zetong]: How could it not be!

[Xun Guang]: I’m scared… Then it’s OK. Since it’s Rong Yuheng, what else can happen?

[Wen Zetong]: But something else should have happened, Rong Rong now let me think about it, can you think about it for me?

Xun Guang on the other end almost suffocated looking at the phone. She was writing about a doujin, but not making history.

Just when Xun Guang was about to reject Wen Zezhen’s outrageous “Party A” remarks, he saw that the latter’s message was sent again.

[Wen Zezong]: By the way, there is still a row of burned candles on the table.

“!!!” Xunguang’s mobile phone was struck by a carp in her hand, turned into the air and rotated for three and a half times and then fell down.

I’m going to… drop candles, or a row, so exciting to play? ?

[Xun Guang]: I didn’t expect you to have this kind of hobby, which touched my blind spot of knowledge, goodbye. [Master slips away]

[Wen Zetong]:?

Cang Dang, the sound of the glass door being pushed open came from the bathroom. Rong Yuheng has finished taking a shower, and it is estimated that he will soon be able to shake his hair out and ask questions.

Wen Zezhen hurriedly put away his phone, and got up in a painful contemplation.

After a few minutes, I saw Rong Yuheng walk out with a towel and rubbing his hair. When he saw Wen Zezhen, his beautiful peachy eyes narrowed, “Remember it?”

Wen Zezheng swallowed, stretched out his hand to hold Rong Yuheng’s little hand, leaned over obediently, and asked tentatively, “Is it hot?”

Rong Yuheng thought that Wen Zezhen was asking him about the temperature of the bath water, so he said, “It’s okay, it’s right, it’s very comfortable.”

Wen Zezhen breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words, “That’s good, if you feel comfortable…I’ll be relieved.”

Rong Yuheng suspected that he was changing the subject and was about to pursue it when the phone rang suddenly.

The caller was Shi Qiu. Shi Qiu has rarely called since “Choose a City”, and they have also invited Shi Qiu to their wedding, but I don’t know what happened to her calling at this moment.

“Hello, Sister Qiu?”

“Rong Rong, I wish you a happy wedding first.” Shi Qiu paused, “Although you are very low-key, the news of the wedding is still on the hot search.”

“Then on Weibo…?”

“The response is good. After all, the news of your marriage checkup has been announced long ago, and the wedding will be sooner or later. Most fans are still blessing you. I just want to remind you to open a live broadcast, post a Weibo selfie, etc. It’s okay, you’re just feigning death, and you don’t really want to retreat.”

The recent days have been so comfortable that Rong Yuheng almost forgot that they would come back. He hasn’t read Weibo for a long time, and he almost has to adapt to the quiet life of such ordinary people.

At this moment, after Shi Qiu said so, Rong Yuheng only remembered that his “fortunate plan” and “return plan” are still going on!

“I know Sister Qiu, I will post Weibo with Teacher Wen for a while.”

The phone hung up, and Wen Zezong came over, “Shi Qiu let us open?”

“Well, let’s take a selfie for a while. Hey, hey, fans who are waiting to be fed.” Rong Yuheng was interrupted by Shi Qiu’s incident. He had completely forgotten to pursue Wen Zezheng. He pushed the person into the bathroom, “Go ahead.” Wash, we want to shoot beautifully!”

Husband Wen Zizong sang his husband, and screamed, “Okay!”

“…?”

Rong Yuheng’s arm jerked up with goose bumps.

Ten o’clock in the morning.

On Weibo, Wen Zezheng and Rong Yuheng, who had been silent for a long time, both posted blogs—

@温择琤v: Thank you for your concern. My Rongrong and I are married. [image]

@STAR—T容钰珩v: Teacher Wen’s brain is so heavy…but I won’t care about you when I get married. [image]

In the picture, Rong Yuheng’s head is resting on the clean table, his small face is facing the white and tender, his eyes are bright and full of vitality. Wen Zezong’s head was overlapped with his fluffy hair, and the man’s tough outline became much softer against the fluffy hair.

It looks happy and warm, but the posture is a bit sand sculpture.

The fans were first screamed by the sudden sugar-spreading business of the master, and then began to laugh unscrupulously:

“Hahahahaha, happy wedding! Are you guys having fun?”

“Ahhhhh, baby Ronggo finally showed his face, so behave, behave, behave! Let Mommy tweet~ [pro]”

“Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, don’t you want to sing and follow your husband?

“Wow! So cute! Brother Zong has become cute too! Hahahahaha But my brother Zong is really the one above, isn’t it?”

“Sister upstairs, what are you thinking about, that must be! But you can read it that way, goose hahahaha~”

…

Probably the rare business in choosing a city revived the enthusiasm of the CP fans, and the previous sweets and details have been revisited.

Under Weibo, the most popular comment are two animated pictures, all of which are intercepted from the “Treasure Hunt” variety show.

On the first animated picture, Wen Zezheng and Rong Yuheng are standing in front of the suspended hanging board. Rong Yuheng’s small body is straight and upright. He has a serious face, “I am a 1.”

Wen Zezong on the side, “Furfur.”

Wen Zezong’s head is also equipped with an inner os: I will give you another chance to correct it.

On the second moving picture, you saw Rong Yuheng making a circle on the top of his head, and the wording spiritually erased his original dialogue and replaced it with a line of words: I just said it wrong, I am this.

There was a burst of laughter in the comment building:

“Hahahahahahahahahaha, sister talent!”

“Hahahaha Haronggo, where is your mystery of self-knowledge?”

“Facing Teacher Wen, you should obey Rong Go. It’s impossible to turn over!”

Rong Yuheng, who read the comments in front of the phone, said, “…”

Wen Zezhen saw his deep gaze, and hurriedly pressed forward and coaxed, “You are the second fierce one!”

Rong Yuheng almost squirted out this title when he heard it!

In fact, he has no obsession with whether it is 0 or 1. In his heart, this is the same as dividing men and women. The important thing is that the person he met was Wen Zezhen, so everything was worth it.

They found a most comfortable balance point between each other. Wen Zezong is willing to spoil him, he is used to him, and he is also willing to bear the watering of this love.

“I don’t have to call myself Meng 1.” Rong Yuheng prevented Wen Zezheng from unprovoked coronation of him. “I just don’t convince, why do I think I can’t turn over!”

Wen Zezong rubbed his head, accidentally revealing his heart, “Isn’t this obvious.”

Rong Yuheng, “…”

He withdrew, Wen Zezong seemed to always like to jump repeatedly at both ends of their balance point.

After the wedding, the two began to make up for the honeymoon they hadn’t finished before.

During the period, Xun Guang’s painstaking effort, “Choose a City”, the long-length doujin finally came out, first printed 50,000 copies, and was robbed within a week after the release, breaking the ceiling of doujin circle publishing, and erecting in the journey of doujin A distinct milestone!

All the profit from the sales of the same person Xunguang was transferred to Wen Zezheng and Rong Yuheng as a member of the money, which can be called “master-level spirit.”

Wen Zezheng and Rong Yuheng put it together and decided to invest the money in the maintenance and construction of the doujin platform-using the flower buds and fruits cultivated on the platform to feed back this fertile soil.

Similarly, as a gift for the marriage of “Choose a City”, Qiu Jianlun and Zhou Shubai gave 4% of Liubai Entertainment’s shares to Rong Yuheng, and Chi Yan gave 6%. In this way, Rong Yuheng became Liubai Entertainment. Hanging shareholders.

The environment of the entertainment industry is now much better than before, and new talent shows have introduced a new wave of talents.

The second season of “Treasure Hunt” is also in preparation, and it is expected to start recording at the end of this year.

Director Yang Wen deliberately contacted Rong Yuheng and Wen Zezheng, waiting for Rong Yuheng to return from studying abroad, plus Su Yuyin, as their three permanent guests.

Both the springboard and the first stop of the comeback have been settled. Once the honeymoon period is over, Rong Yuheng is ready to go back to school with peace of mind.

“Do you really want to go with me? I have to go to class every day. If you want to accompany me to listen in, it will probably be boring for a few months.” Before leaving, Rong Yuheng packed his luggage for the last time. Remind Wen Zezhen.

“How can I be boring to be with you?” Wen Zezheng smiled, then raised his hand to pat Rong Yuheng’s pliable lower back.

“It just so happens to accompany you to the tango class. Let me see which teacher taught you to be so high.”