Chapter 87: Chapter 878

Dianju not only started a blowout with humanities and fanfare figures, but also had scissors hands on liver food overnight.
Little white wolf x black swan, whether it is food chain or driving, it feels good! !
What a fairy elder brother Bo Ju! ! Alienate everyone and hold on to you, leaving only gentleness to you! !
The second day after the hot search on Weibo, the support posters next to the airport were all new.
The six were seated in the first class of the plane. The stewardess glanced at their position quietly, covering their mouths and forcibly managing their expressions.
Huo Jian sat next to Mei Shengyao, and Bo Jue and Long Ji sat together.
Good brothers just want to be smoke bombs to each other. I understand, I understand, all teammates.
Mei Sheng Yao was playing the game console on Huo Blade's lap, feeling cold and still arching into his arms.
"Brother, do we still have business in the future."
Huo Jian helped him tuck under the blanket.
"Business like this... in the final analysis, it is to show them the focus."
"The six of us have always had good feelings, but in fact they are all true."
Xie Lianyun whispered: "Who are you going to pick behind?"
Huo Jian turned to look at him: "Can't wait?"
"I repeat that I'm a straight man." Xie Lianyun looked serious: "Don't sway people in the future, the impact is very bad."
"I didn't tease you?"
"Brother Blade, how long has his face been under control," Mei Sheng said lazily: "You told him that the weather is good today and the effect is not bad."
Bo Jue didn't react, and there was some unnatural expression sitting next to Long Li.
Long Ji is still replying to foreign friends, and his status is very normal.
The stewardess pulled back the curtain after finishing the arrangement, and it was quiet in the first-class cabin.
Bo Ju was originally prepared to wait for the fool to get a bite after he was jealous. The lines were well thought out and he couldn't wait, but instead he was a little irritable.
A few younger brothers in the front row talked and laughed, only their corner was quiet.
Long Li wrote halfway through and found that he was still looking at himself, and said sideways and said warmly: "Do not sleep for a while?"
Bo Ju tried to find something outside of peace from his expression.
No.
"You," he whispered, "... kiss me."
Long Ji glanced at him and continued to type on the keyboard.
"Go home and talk."
Bo Jue responded dumbly, leaning against the window and refusing to look at him again.
The silence lasted for more than forty seconds.
Long Ji closed the computer and saw that the lover was still leaning his head to look out at the sea of ​​clouds, leaning on him and slowly pulling him closer.
Bo Jue looked at him sideways, not speaking with his eyelashes hanging down.
The melancholy and masculine atmosphere enveloped him again, as if invisible embrace.
They touched the tip of their nose and looked at each other.
For a moment, it seemed to put the heart naked together again.
Long Ji looked at him straight and quietly, and then bite the lace of his neckline in front of him, staring at him while slowly pulling the lace away.
The bow no longer exists.
"Evened out."
Bo Jue was burnt by the face of this look, forced to be unhappy: "You are not naive."
Long Ji still held his silver-blue ribbon, tilting his head and said: "You should kiss me right."
Bo Jue glared fiercely at him, and quickly rushed over to kiss him.
"It's hard to coax."
Shortly after getting off the plane, Uncle Jiang was sitting in the nanny car waiting for them to come back, still holding the envelope in his hand.
"Have you seen this?"
Huo Jian didn't wake up, rubbing his hair and said: "Tianxiao Award?"
"Tianxiao Award is going to receive the award at the end of this month, that doesn't matter." Uncle Jiang waved his hand and stuffed the bronzing envelope directly into his hand: "This is much more valuable."
The envelope has an unexpected weight.
Huo Jian was completely awake when he looked at the golden crown on the fire paint, and he didn't even dare to dismantle it in his face.
"Osc? Didn't the new awards ceremony start in February?"
"Tear down." Uncle Jiang drew a cigarette and stopped to observe his expression: "Are you afraid of not being shortlisted?"
Huo Jian adjusted his breath subconsciously, and took a long time to answer the call.
"Afraid, but admit it."
"It's not shortlisted." The uncle waved his hand. "Four nominations, no loss."
"Hey??"
"This kind of thing has to be confirmed internally before writing," Uncle Jiang yawned, "I'm in a hurry to die if you lose because you are not shortlisted."
"What kind of state of mind are you," Bo Ju said without a word: "What's so good about not being a finalist."
Jiang Shu took advantage of their efforts to take turns looking at the invitation letter, and slowly explained his thoughts.
This year is the first time that OSC has combined the team award and the individual award, which equals to double the difficulty and double the gold content.
Whoever takes the new crown for the first time, the senior works must have the deepest calculation.
Corona was in his third year of debut. Although it is already very good in the idol industry, it is still a budding afterlife for the music industry.
This time, if they surpass all Asian senior artists to be shortlisted, let alone how many offenders they will offend, the word of mouth may not increase but decrease.
The award must be given to the ruthless role of the absolute town in the first year, which is also inevitable for the industry.
"Best concert design, Asian popular idol, best annual group, and cutting-edge creative award." Uncle broke his finger to read the award to them, and the black hair comb was shiny: "Which one have you taken before?"
Although the domestic Tianxiao Award also has a high gold content, it cannot compare with this in terms of scale and recognition.
"I have a question." Huo Jian raised his hand and asked, "Uncle, how many award-winning speeches are we preparing this time?"
They won two consecutive awards at OSC last year. When they came to power on the second time, they did not prepare. They all relied on Huo Jian to compose a small composition on the spot and thank the team company fan society.
"Last year, it was your good luck," Uncle Jiang had already picked a copy in the company. At this time, half of the words were unreliable: "Then... prepare two copies?"
"What if you win three awards?" Mei Sheng said interjected.
"What if there are four?" Chi Ji followed.
"I'll give you four performances. I'll show you the names of the hundreds of families. Go and go and raise the bar." Uncle Jiang waved his hand. "Where is such a coincidence."
When everyone returned to the company, Uncle Wang came over to report on the progress of the album production and handed over the first draft of the schedule for next year.
"Oh," Uncle Wang hesitated for a moment and looked at Bo Jujue: "Mr. Bo..."
Bo Ju said with a smile: "You don't have to be so polite."
"Mr. Bo... and Mrs. Bo, send us an email and ask you when you are free."
Bo Jue stunned, but did not respond for a while: "They sent you an email?"
"Yes," Uncle Wang explained, "said it was to prepare the whole family to come back to sacrifice their ancestors, and they would stay there until the New Year and then go back."
"The time is probably mid-January."
Jiang Shu found that Bo Jue's face was not very good, and he signaled Uncle Wang to go back first, and pulled him aside to ask about the situation.
"What happened to your parents? Is it bad for you?"
"No." Bo Jue had a mess in his head, and his head was big when he thought of his brother.
It is estimated that I will return to the country as soon as the game is over. If I sacrifice my ancestor, I will definitely bring that little unlucky egg...
According to the nature of my parents... I definitely have to come to the company to see how he lives.
"If you don't like them, or have other hidden feelings, I'm here to say hello." Jiang Shu is used to this kind of thing, but instead thinks of countermeasures for him in advance: "Just say that your schedule is too close and there is no time to meet. ."
"See you." Bo Jue sighed, with a tone of abandonment: "I miss them too."
In the middle of January, Uncle Jiang deliberately arranged the place in his own private club. The environment and safety were in place.
Bo Ju has spent nearly six years in SPF, and he has actually seen his parents with five other relatives like family.
Although the parents of the Bo family had fewer videos with them, they were very gentle and gentle in dealing with others and gave everyone a good impression.
The six of them sat at the round table with the agent, waiting to accompany him to meet his family.
Bo Jue was so suffocated at first that he waited for a few minutes before he started to grab the tablecloth.
"It may be strange to wait for the atmosphere." He whispered: "My brother is very sticky, and his personality is completely different from me... It is not a good relationship with me."
Every time I get along with my parents alone, I am very happy. When thin ring blends in, I don't feel right.
Everyone nodded.
They accompanied them this time as a support team, just to cheer him up.
The footsteps gradually sounded, and the etiquette smiled and helped to lead the way, faintly could hear the thanks.
Jiang Shu led them up and greeted them, and a middle-aged couple came over with a smile.
"Lao Jiang is getting younger?"
"Boss--"
Huo Jian stood in front of Bo Ju, first shaking hands with the Bo family and couple under the recommendation of Jiang Shu, and then looked at the teenager next to them.
Standing very far back, the long hair shawl has bright eyes and long lashes.
It looks like a little white sheep swan.
"This is Xiaohuan, the second son of my family." Mrs. Bo pulled her son over and smiled: "Isn't it that you like Brother Elder the most? Isn't it embarrassing to see a real person?"
Bo Ju thought he had misheard: "What?"
"Xiaohuan started chasing stars in the past two years. Didn't I tell you when you were on vacation last year." Bo Dad laughed and said: "His room is full of posters. The one by Huo Jian is next to the bookcase. Let's touch it."
"Isn't he—" Bo Jue breathed more in his chest and asked back: "He doesn't say he likes me the most every day, where can he copy his hair?"
Thin Ring was still looking up at Huo Blade, and while the parents were chatting, he stretched out his small claws in front of Huo Blade, his eyes bright.
"I have listened to the songs you wrote many times!"
"Brother, your silver hair and blue hair are super nice!"
"I have gathered every autographed album and poster!"
Huo Jian shook hands with the little white swan and was still listening to Bo Jia's parents.
"I used to say that I want to go back to China to watch the concert every day. The school only gave Christmas holidays, so I hid in the closet..."
"I didn't," Bo Huan's face flushed. "Don't listen to them talking nonsense."
"You don't have to customize that pillow--"
"No no!!"
"Thin ring." Bo Ju said slowly: "When you first met, would you call Huo Ren the first brother?"
Long Li smelled the smell of vinegar, and quietly Mimi stepped aside, leading the Bo family to walk in.
"Auntie, I am Long Ji--"
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