Chapter 43: Propose in public

Chi Song called Harry for the first time and was busy.
He waited anxiously for five minutes before hitting again, and he had shut down.
But Bai Zhirong also seemed to evaporate on earth, and could not be contacted at all.
Chi Song's eyes were red with anxiety, and his teeth were shaking tremblingly, and he could only keep commenting on Weibo.
The following has been quarreling for days. Some scolded paparazzi and of course scolded Harry.
"Fuck, homosexuality is disgusting, homosexuality gets out of the entertainment industry."
"Speaking of being gay, your mother is cold."
"Your circle is really messy."
"Brother Harry's ten years of iron powder congratulations to Harry for taking the order!!"
"I said why didn't Harry find a sister-in-law for so many years?"
"Bacheng is hype? Isn't that the second season of "Starry Lights" coming? Don't worry, I won't watch such a stupid idol drama when I go to speculation."
"Hong Kong Star, who has been out for 800 years, can only rely on the sensation to gain popularity."
"The people who ate melons came to the scene quickly and rushed to grab the first bite of melon in the new year!
"I've seen the photos. Is this just two people dragging their hands into the hotel? It's so lively, I thought it was a bed photo. Maybe someone is just a good brother hanging out together?"
"If you don't go home during the Chinese New Year, go out and play with your good brothers? Is your brain upstairs okay?"
Chi Yang had long tuned the TV to mute.
A crosstalk is taking place on TV. The person in charge of teasing has said something. His facial expression is extremely exaggerated. The audience laughed silently, and the three people sitting in front of the TV were all silent.
Song Zhihuai hugged Chi Song's shoulders and pulled him into his arms: "Rely on me."
Chi Song obediently leaned over and asked, "Are they okay?"
Song Zhihuai said no.
However, Chi Yang, who hasn't mixed in the entertainment circle and doesn't know how powerful it is, comforts: "It will be fine, brother, you can rest assured."
Just then, Chi Song's mobile phone vibrated.
Chi Song looked down, and his spirits rose.
It was a message from Bai Zhirong.
Bai Zhirong: "Chi Song, don't call me. My cell phone is about to explode. I have put all cell phone contacts on the blacklist."
Chi Song jumped up and replied: "How are you doing? How could you be photographed?"
Bai Zhirong was silent for a while before saying, "There is something wrong with Xuming."
Harry's real name was Wen Xuming, and Chi Song also reacted a bit, only to figure out who "Xu Ming" was referring to.
Bai Zhirong said: "I went out with him last night. This is a picture of last night. Today Xu Ming has returned to Hong Kong.... He just explained to me just now-his agent tracked him privately. Using my mobile phone, I sold the date of Xuming and me to Paparazzi."
Chi Song was surprised: "Did he not discuss with Harry in advance?"
Bai Zhirong smiled bitterly: "Chi Song, you are protected by Song Zhihuai, it may not be clear. In this circle, there are some self-proclaimed agents. As long as the artists under their hands can be famous, whether they are good or notorious, they will not care, only I'm afraid there is no topic."
While Chi Song and Bai Zhirong were chatting, Song Zhihuai walked to the Chi family's small balcony.
He fiddled with the flowers and leaves of a pomegranate potted plant and dialed the telephone of the Minister of Public Relations of Nebula Entertainment.
He opened the door and asked, "Where are you?"
Through the radio waves, Song Zhihuai can imagine the other party's expression of extreme loss: "boss, just say it if you want to work overtime."
Song Zhihuai said: "Did you see Wen Xuming?"
The minister complained: "Boss, Wen Xuming is not our company."
Song Zhihuai: "Give you three times overtime pay, plus 10 days of annual leave. You gather a few members, buy a few marketing accounts of more than 1 million fans, and lead this matter in a good direction. All the expenses are in my personal Account."
Upon hearing this, the Minister was curious: "Are you friends with Wen Xuming? Want to help him like this?"
Song Zhihuai thinks, there is no relationship, brother Harry is Chi Song's friend, he should help, and should be divided.
In the house.
Chi Song was dumb for a moment, and asked, "What is Brother Harry going to do?"
Bai Zhirong said neatly: "Unable to contact."
Chi Song: "He doesn't even answer your call?"
Bai Zhirong: "Well."
Chi Song had a bad hunch.
After all, he had been friends with Brother Harry for so many years. Brother Harry was tough in appearance and soft in heart, but at a critical time he was able to get an idea. He does not respond now, and he may be thinking about making big news.
Of course, Chi Song will not show his tacit understanding with Brother Harry in front of Bai Zhirong in vain. He has to choose some comforting words. For example, it will always be good. For example, this is just catching the wind and catching the shadows, which will not affect your career.
But to say this, Chi Song himself felt hypocritical.
Bai Zhirong's career is okay, but Brother Harry...
After the words of comfort passed, Bai Zhirong didn't reply to him for a long time.
Chi Song pinched his phone and could not tell what it was like in his heart.
Chi Yang worriedly gave Song Zhihuai who had just returned from the small balcony a look.
Song Zhihuai grasped and grasped Chi Song’s shoulders, helping him to rub his stiff muscles away:
Chi Song, let’s go, let’s go to sleep.

The single bed in Chi Song’s bedroom was carefully replaced by a double bed by her mother.
Chi Song couldn’t sleep, spreading pancakes on the bed.
Song Zhihuai didn't settle down until he clasped his waist from behind.
Song Zhihuai kissed his ear softly and said, "Relax, don't be afraid, we won't be like this."
Chi Song muttered: "Brother Harry's fans are scolding him, saying he is gay, really disgusting; saying that he has chased him for so many years; saying that he has lived up to their expectations...but Harry also has his own Life, he lived alone for so many years..."
Song Zhihuai covered his mouth: "Hush, hush. Okay, don't want that much."
Chi Song curled up in Song Zhihuai's arms, vaguely not knowing who he was talking to: "We are not so bad, really not....I just like him, and he happens to be a man."
Song Zhihuai felt distressed and kissed Chi Song gently and comfortably: "Okay, let's sleep..."
As soon as the voice fell, Song Zhihuai's cell phone rang.
He answered the phone, and over there, the excitement and astonishment of the Minister of Public Relations of Nebula Entertainment was simply overwhelming: "...boss, look at Weibo!"
Chi Song sat up with him and asked, "What's wrong?"
Song Zhihuai faithfully conveyed his wife's question: "... what's wrong?"
The minister excitedly said: "It's out, it's really out!"
Song Zhihuai: "What happened?"
The minister said: "Harry came out! Just over thirty seconds ago, Harry opened a Weibo. He posted a Weibo and said he was gay!"
Time went back thirty minutes.
The reason why Bai Zhirong didn't reply to Chi Song again was because he received a call from Brother Harry using his other private phone.
Harry's tone at the end of the phone was calm and gentleman, just like every time he contacted him.
But this time, he said: "Bai Zhirong, let's get engaged."
Bai Zhirong immediately wanted to say, "Are you afraid that you are not crazy?" But before he could reach his mouth, a sweetness surged up, making his hands and feet soft.
Brother Harry apologized: "I know, it would be better to talk about it in person, but I can't wait."
Bai Zhirong said: "...Where are you?"
Brother Harry said, "I'm at the airport, I've got my ring, I'm going to find you."
Bai Zhirong said: "You fool. Have you thought about it?"
Brother Harry said, "Think about it."
Bai Zhirong wanted to cry and want to laugh: "...we have only known for four months..."
Brother Harry said: "I am thirty-six years old, and I am old enough, there is not much time wasted. I love you, please consider being with me."
After thirty minutes, Bai Zhirong gave his answer.
After receiving the response, Harry also used his registered Weibo to post the first Weibo of his life.
Wen Xuming: Hello everyone, this is Harry. Here, I want to apologize to my company and my fans, but also to the crew of the second season of "Starry Stars", which has caused you trouble. I am very sorry, I am willing to take all responsibility. What I want to say now is that I met my true lover. He is thousands of different from me, but has the same gender. I love him, that's it.
After Weibo was posted, Brother Harry spread the few things he brought on the table in the VIP waiting room and took pictures.
His agent called and Harry pressed it calmly and continued to shoot.
Within ten minutes, this microblog without V added more than 10,000 reposts.
There are some marvelers, abusive ones, blessing ones, and doubters.
Most of those who questioned suspected that this was not Harry himself, but a temporarily registered trumpet used to entertain the public.
But soon, this Weibo posted new Weibos one after another, cracking the face of the challenger.
Wen Xuming: This is my real estate certificate. There are four properties in my name, one in Vancouver, two in Hong Kong, and one for the emperor. I would like to add your name to it, and you can add all of them.
In the following, he PO has four pictures of the real estate certificate, which obscures the information of the certificate, but the name of the head of the household clearly says "Wen Xuming".
Wen Xuming: I have three cars, but I don’t like driving very much. In the future, the car at home will be driven by you and I will take it.
Wen Xuming: If you don't like the decoration of your home, you can change it at will, we will discuss it.
Wen Xuming: I don't like smoking, no cards, no gambling, and occasionally drink a little alcohol. I spend the most money on fitness, but I have no other hobbies. You have saved a lot of money over the years and it is all yours.
Wen Xuming: I love you. @设计白知荣
In the last Weibo, he PO got the engagement ring he bought for a long time.
Soon, Bai Zhirong called.
Bai Zhirong's voice over there was soft: "...what are you doing?"
Harry Goth said honestly: "Show love to them."
Bai Zhirong smiled and said, "Great fool."
About five minutes later, designer Bai Zhirong posted a Weibo in response to Brother Harry's confession.
Designer Bai Zhirong V: "What a coincidence, me too."
Brother Harry smiled heartily.
At this time, his agent called him 95th call.
Brother Harry finally picked it up.
Over there, the agent is half crazy: "Harry, are you having a problem?! What are you sending?"
Brother Harry calmly said: "I'm posting the big news you want."
The agent gritted his teeth: "Harry, this is not a time for anger..."
Brother Harry looked out of the airport, sporadic fireworks exploded in the dark-colored dome space.
Brother Harry said: "I have no anger. Thank you for making this decision for me. Also, you have been dismissed. I reserve the right to accuse you of violating the contract and selling my private information privately."