After My Top Ex Gave Me A Room Card Chapter 34

Chapter 34

Fang Xingcheng swallowed: “What, what’s wrong?”

“I thought about it carefully last night, and I still feel…” Bai Song gasped heavily, making Fang Xingcheng nervous. For a moment, Fang Xingcheng seemed to go through everything in his mind, and then heard Bai Song say: “I can’t hand all the pressure to you. Here, this is my salary card, you take it.”

There is a bank card lying quietly on the table.

Bai Song usually only uses this card, which is equivalent to handing over his entire wealth and life to Fang Xingcheng.

Fang Xingcheng thought, this guy, even in a partnership, can’t be so defenseless.

“No, I…”

Before Fang Xingcheng finished speaking, he was forcefully interrupted by Bai Song.

He pinched the card and put it decisively into Fang Xingcheng’s hand: “Take it! Don’t make me fall out.”

The magnetic card has no temperature, but after holding it in Bai Song’s hand for too long, the remaining warmth spreads in Fang Xingcheng’s hand, along with a hint of Bai Song’s fragrance. It is the aftershave he often uses, with a light fragrance and a refreshing feeling.

Bai Song put on a confident attitude. Fang Xingcheng thought for a while and nodded in agreement: “Okay, I’ll hold it for you. If you need money, ask me for it.”

“Well!” Bai Song said, “I’ve linked to online banking. Just leave me some living expenses. When our team needs it, you can use it directly without asking me again.”

Fang Xingcheng smiled: “Okay, thank you, Boss Bai.”

“Oh, that sounds nice, let me scream again.”

“Boss Bai?”

“Hey!”

The two laughed and made trouble, lying side by side on the sofa. Bai Song slowly stopped laughing, stared at the things in the window, and said softly: “Fang Xingcheng, can we still stand on a big stage and sing?”

That’s a photo from the “Big Star” finals.

Fang Xingcheng hugged Bai Song under the fireworks and was wrapped in fragments of colorful fireworks.

It wasn’t a perfect game though.

When the competition ended, they thought that everything was just the beginning, and work was coming like snowflakes. In the past two years, they had received a lot of announcements, including advertisements, magazines, short films, endorsements, and even comedy variety shows… But there were very few music programs. It turned out that after the competition ended, the stage also ended.

To be fair, Fang Xingcheng and Bai Song’s development as “artists” is not too bad, but as “singers”… they seem to be stuck in the same place.

The only good news is that the show has not forgotten them and is still willing to give them a stage.

But which singer doesn’t yearn for a bigger and broader stage?

The original desire to have tens of thousands of people sit down and listen to their singing is now far away.

“There will be, Bai Song, there will be everything.” Fang Xingcheng said, thinking in his heart: When we have money in the future, I will create a big enough and fair enough stage for you, using the money I earned with my own hands.

Fang Xingcheng followed Bai Song’s line of sight, and suddenly remembered his mental activities when he was hiding in the background and listening to Bai Song sing during the game: Bai Song was born to be welded to death on the stage.

And they haven’t had a serious stage for a long time.

The entertainment industry is a huge network of people. It is difficult for independent artists without a company. That is to say, Fang Xingcheng relies on his own spare money and the support of people behind him to manage him and Bai Song to the point where they are now. Bai Song is content with what he has, after all, he is happy with what he has.

They are not popular, but they have enough to support themselves, earn some spare money, and still have time to improve themselves. How can they be dissatisfied?

Bai Song has never said that he yearns for the stage, but how could he not be looking forward to it?Releasing albums, singing, touring… Just like every sleepless night in the dormitory, when Fang Xingcheng saw the stars falling on Bai Song on their debut night, he thought of the future they had imagined.

Then let me help you realize your dream.Fang Xingcheng thought so.

“White Star belongs to us, just you and me. Everything belongs to us, from the name, content to albums, and future concerts.” Fang Xingcheng said, “White Star will definitely become popular.”

“You’re right, one day, its name will be resounding throughout the country!” Since it was a beautiful vision, Bai Song simply said it bluntly.

Fang Xingcheng also laughed: “As long as the whole country? Is the world a good place?” He was even more daring than Bai Song.

“Okay – Fang Xingcheng! We want to sing more songs and go on more stages together…” Bai Song said.

Fang Xingcheng nodded: “Yes, let’s do it together!”

“Always together!”

In fact, it is not that important to Bai Song whether he will be popular or not, but being able to be with Fang Xingcheng forever is the most important thing.

After that day, Fang Xingcheng became visibly busy. He went out early and came back late all day long, and Bai Song couldn’t catch him.

Every time Fang Xingcheng came back, he would stay past early in the morning and eat some of the food left by Bai Song. Sometimes he was so tired that he didn’t even want to take a shower. Bai Song felt distressed and couldn’t stand it anymore, so he forced him to help him take a bath and blow his hair. Fang Xingcheng put his arms around Bai Song’s neck and smiled: “You are really my good wife, Teacher Bai.”

A wild look earned Bai Song an elbow and a roll of the eyes.

“It hurts…” Fang Xingcheng blinked his innocent eyes and said aggrievedly: “Bai Song, I’m so tired, do you still want to treat me like this?”

Although I don’t know what happened to Fang Xingcheng, when I saw Fang Xingcheng looking pitiful, I couldn’t help but say, “Blame it on me, I was wrong. Lower your head, and I’ll blow it for you, otherwise you’ll catch a cold tomorrow.”

Fang Xingcheng was a little taller than Bai Song, so Bai Song had to stand on his feet to help him dry his hair.

After all, one is from the north and the other is from the south.

“Hey, it’s great that I have Bai Song.” Fang Xingcheng bent down slightly and cried sweetly, “I love you.”

Bai Song said rather perfunctorily: “Yeah, I love you.”

The corners of his mouth were raised.

Although Bai Song didn’t recognize the title of “good wife”, he did everything a good wife should do.

Apart from that, he was not idle either.

Bai Song enrolled in several professional classes and learned guitar and advanced music theory from others. When he had time, he went to Wang Jianye for advice. After all, Wang Jianye was the senior and master in this regard.

Wang Jianye liked Bai Song very much and taught him almost everything he could teach. However, Wang Jianye was too busy and they couldn’t see each other for a long time. Most of the time they could only communicate on WeChat. But Bai Song didn’t have three minutes of enthusiasm this time and never relaxed for a moment.

Half a month later.

When Bai Song came back from class, he saw Fang Xingcheng’s shoes on the shoe cabinet. This was the first time during this period that Bai Song had someone at home.

“Fang Xingcheng?” Bai Song called Fang Xingcheng’s name while changing his shoes, “Are you at home?”

Hearing Bai Song’s voice, a “pop” sound came from the study. Just as Bai Song was about to be alert, he saw Fang Xingcheng poke his head out of the study: “Are you back? You’ve been working hard recently. I’ll reward you today.”

Bai Song breathed a sigh of relief: “Oh, what you said is really true… you are deliberately trying to embarrass me, right? No matter how hard I work, you can’t be as hard as you.”

The real big deal is what Fang Xingcheng is doing.

Bai Song put down his guitar, changed his shoes, and walked to the study: “What was the sound just now? What are you doing?”

“No, it’s nothing.” Fang Xingcheng looked strangely nervous.

Fang Xingcheng pushed Bai Song out with his backhand: “Are you tired after a long day of work? Eat some fruit and drink some water?”

“Okay.” Bai Song smiled sweetly and commanded calmly: “Brother Xingcheng, can you help me wash some tomatoes to eat? I’ll change clothes.”

The words “Brother Xingcheng” fascinated Fang Xingcheng and he immediately responded.Damn it, the last time Bai Song called him “Brother Xingcheng” was… Fang Xingcheng couldn’t even remember.

Ever since they became familiar with each other, Bai Song always calls them by their first names like “Fang Xingcheng” and “Fang Xingcheng”.

And what about white pine?Of course I didn’t change clothes.

Bai Song was also very familiar with Fang Xingcheng, so Fang Xingcheng’s expression and his unconscious movements made Bai Song curious about what was in the study that made Fang Xingcheng so nervous.

Seeing Fang Xingcheng turn into the kitchen, Bai Song retreated to the bedroom and sneaked to the study.

There were no major changes in the furnishings. The notebook was quietly buckled on the table. It was obvious that it had just been buckled down and made a sound.

…Fang Xingcheng used too much force.

In the collision of two thoughts, “This is other people’s privacy” and “I really want to know what Fang Xingcheng is hiding”, Bai Song silently muttered, “If you’re offended, just look at me, Buddha, have mercy, click 1, forgive me,” and then turned on the computer again.

All that caught my eye was a search engine with a simple content: I urgently need a way to express myself.

Six big characters.

Hey, isn’t it just a confession… Wait, Fang Xingcheng wants to confess?

Who does Fang Xingcheng want to confess to?When will Fang Xingcheng confess his love?

Does Fang Xingcheng have someone he likes?

How come…he doesn’t know anything.

If Fang Xingcheng fell in love, would they still be like this?Will Fang Xingcheng’s partner mind?

Will Fang Xingcheng still be nice to him?No, all the good things Fang Xingcheng should give to the person he likes first.

Bai Song is not stupid.

I just feel empty in my heart, like the sky has fallen.Why?Is it just because he doesn’t want his best friend to have someone closer than him?But that’s not right. If a friend has someone he likes and a good home, he should be happy.

Why is it not like that at all?

Bai Song couldn’t figure it out, so he closed the computer in a hurry and secretly went back to the room.

Puzzled.

He didn’t even notice that he actually made a big noise when he left.

Fang Xingcheng glanced thoughtfully at the place where Bai Song came out, with a smile on his lips.

“It’s time to eat-”

“Here! Let’s eat!”

“Eat! Bai Song!”

Fang Xingcheng stood in front of Bai Song and snapped his fingers to regain Bai Song’s consciousness.

Bai Song was startled by the sudden appearance of Fang Xingcheng. He slapped his chest and shouted, “Fang Xingcheng, what are you doing! You scared me to death!”

Fang Xingcheng felt aggrieved: “What are you thinking about? You didn’t answer me many times. I just knocked on the door and you ignored me, so I had no choice but to come in!”

The tone was sincere and pitiful, as if Bai Song was some kind of bully and domineering villain. Bai Song couldn’t bear it for a moment. He was also distracted for too long and reacted temporarily, so he didn’t really blame Fang Xingcheng.

“Here.” Fang Xingcheng inserted a piece of freshly peeled peach with a toothpick, and said “Ah–” as if teasing a child to eat, and brought it to Bai Song’s mouth.

“Ah——” Bai Song habitually opened his mouth and ate.

When Fang Xingcheng fed him like this at first, Bai Song protested, saying that he was no longer a child. Later, he got used to it subtly. When Fang Xingcheng was around him, he would treat him like a child even if he was not a child.

Fang Xingcheng blinked: “Can you stop being angry?”

Bai Song’s face turned red, ashamed.He immediately covered Fang Xingcheng’s mouth and argued, “I didn’t.”

“Uh huh, huh huh. (Okay, okay, no, no, no.)” Fang Xingcheng nodded in agreement.

But the peaches were really good. Bai Song took them from Fang Xingcheng’s hand, and while eating them himself, he also fed Fang Xingcheng a few of them like a child before he stopped.

Fang Xingcheng is thick-skinned. Not only is he not ashamed of it, he even enjoys it.

The plate of peaches was quickly eaten. Bai Song went to wash the plate, then washed his hands and prepared to eat.

When he entered the restaurant, Bai Song was stunned.

The overhead light was not turned on, the light was dim, the dining table was covered with a white tablecloth, and a set of cutlery was placed on each side of the small square table. The plate was filled with carefully arranged steaks, the goblet was placed aside, and a small glass of red wine was poured.

There was a candlestick burning in the middle, burning brightly.

The furnishings resemble those of a high-end couple’s restaurant, except for the elegant music embellishment.