After My Top Ex Gave Me A Room Card Chapter 55

Chapter 55

“…” Fang Xingcheng was in a bad mood.

Fang Xingcheng said stiffly: “Who called you?”

“…”

Bai Song: The staff member who called me said that you insist on seeing me is nonsense, right?

Don’t argue with drunkards.

“Where are you going after leaving Beijing? What about work? Don’t you want to do it?”

Fang Xingcheng had a severe headache.

Bai Song tightened his clothes and pretended to be relaxed: “Well, the entertainment industry is not suitable for people like me, so I plan to quit the industry and go back to my hometown to find a job that will be more stable.”

Unexpectedly, Fang Xingcheng suddenly stood up, his eyes red.

He suddenly grabbed Bai Song’s collar.

“What do you mean?”

Fang Xingcheng seemed…angry?

Bai Song said hoarsely: “That’s what you heard, I will stay away from you, Fang Xingcheng, don’t worry.”

“If you feel that my presence makes you uncomfortable, then I should be the one to withdraw.”

“It has nothing to do with you.”

“Then why did you give up your dream? Don’t you like singing the most? Why did you leave the stage? Bai Song, you should respect the stage and the people who love you. You shouldn’t be so selfish and just leave!”

The person who loves you, the person Fang Xingcheng is talking about is not himself.

It’s Bai Song’s fans, the fans who have accompanied him all the way. Can they accept the departure of their idol like this?

Artists should bring positive feedback to fans.

And it shouldn’t be pain.

Bai Song’s hands were trembling.

He was in pain.

But what can be done?Bai Song can no longer be a qualified artist.

Should artists who cannot bring encouragement to their fans still monopolize their fans’ love?

It’s better to leave early.

As for dreams and stages.

He desires it, of course he desires it.

He used to dream about having a new stage every day.

I can also sing for everyone.

The corners of Bai Song’s eyes were red: “But, Brother Xingcheng, the stage is not bread, and dreams cannot be eaten as food. I want to… live.”

He wants to escape this world.

Want to live well.

Is this a mistake?

a long time.

Only then did Fang Xingcheng silently let go of Bai Song.

There was still half a glass of beer left on the table. Fang Xingcheng picked up the cup and poured the wine down his throat.

“I originally thought you loved singing, but it turns out that you can’t stand a little blow. Now you are not what I like, and I don’t like you anymore.” Fang Xingcheng showed a disappointed look in his eyes, and said slowly, “We don’t agree with each other, so let’s go.”

Did he disappoint Fang Xingcheng?

Too.

Fang Xingcheng is Bai Song’s career fan.

This is a well-known thing.

The white pine trees dimmed, and they took one step at a time, heading out the door.

There was the sound of bottles and cans coming from behind.

Fang Xingcheng opened another bottle of wine and poured it into a cup to drink.

Before preparing to open the door.

Bai Song gritted his teeth, turned around and snatched away Fang Xingcheng’s wine, and drank it all in one gulp.

So spicy.

So dizzy.

“Bai Song!” Fang Xingcheng roared angrily, “You don’t know how to drink. You are rushing to drink whatever you want…wasting my good wine!”

Drinking makes people brave.

It’s really a bit dizzy.

So this is what drinking feels like?

Bai Song burped.

“Also, there is one more thing I want to tell you.”

“Say.”

Bai Song felt around on his body and took out a bank card.

Fang Xingcheng narrowed his eyes and his mood became even worse.

What does this mean?

Breakup fee.

Fang Xingcheng’s cusp pushes up the back molar.

ridiculous.

If anyone is short of money, Fang Xingcheng will not be short of money either.

He is the eldest young master.

Bai Song still wants to give him breakup fee?

What a shame.

The bank card dangled from Bai Song’s hand, but was not handed over to Fang Xingcheng’s hand.

Bai Song was greedy and gentle, stroking the bank card with his fingers.

“This card is my salary card. I know that when you gave it back to me, you put a lot of money in it.”

“I…I still need money now. I don’t have enough money. I’m going to borrow it from you.”

“I will pay it back, Fang Xingcheng, I really will pay it back.”

Fang Xingcheng choked: “No, use it, I don’t lack this little pocket money.”

The rich second generation is the rich second generation.

Does Fang Xingcheng think that much money is pocket money?

Bai Song curled his lips.

“I know you are not short of money.” Bai Song said in a low voice, “I have to pay it back. I can’t owe other people money, but I don’t have the ability now. I know it’s shameless for me to say this, but… let me borrow it for a while. I will definitely pay it all back to you. You believe me…”

I believe it.

Of course I believe it.

Fang Xingcheng thought silently.

“You don’t have to pay me back, just treat it as breakup fee. This small amount of money doesn’t mean much to me.”

In fact, it does matter. Fang Xingcheng borrowed this money from his father Fang Yan, and he also has to pay it back.

But for Fang Xingcheng, this was just an embezzlement of pocket money.

It’s just more pocket money.

But for Bai Song, he needs this money even more now.

Just think of him as doing good deeds and donating.

“No! I must pay you back… pay you back…”

Bai Song fell asleep.

…You can’t drink, so why don’t you try to show off your strength? I only had one drink, and I have a headache.

Fang Xingcheng thought.

Should he ask Bai Song to pick him up, or should he send Bai Song back again?

Isn’t the bar simply looking for trouble for him?

Facing the sleeping Bai Song, Fang Xingcheng had something to say.

“Bai Song, actually I have always wanted to know that I am actually dispensable in your heart, right? I can be discarded by you at any time.”

“Our past, our past, are not that important, right?”

“I made a mistake by hiding this from you, but I just don’t know how to explain it to you. I don’t want to lose you, but in the end it became my life-saving talisman.”

“Is our love really the wrong love?”

Fang Xingcheng was a little confused.

Bai Song was the first setback Fang Xingcheng encountered on his smooth sailing road.

“Our team and our future were thrown away so easily by you.”

“And me, you don’t want it either.”

Of course Bai Song would not respond to him.

He is already drunk.

“Forget it, from now on, bridges will return to bridges, roads will return, and never seeing each other again may indeed be the best ending between us.”

“I wish you peace, I wish you happiness, and I wish you get what you want.”

“I wish you all the best in a world without me.”

“And I will hate you forever, until the day I let go of you completely.”

The light was too dim, and Fang Xingcheng didn’t notice tears falling from Bai Song’s eyes.

He said no more.

As a result, the one who finally sent Buddha to the West became Fang Xingcheng.

Fang Xingcheng didn’t know where Bai Song lived now, and he definitely wouldn’t take Bai Song back to his home. He would just open a room in a nearby five-star hotel and stuff Bai Song into it.

When Bai Song woke up the next day, Fang Xingcheng was nowhere to be seen.

How drunk can a glass of wine get Bai Song?

He remembered it clearly.

So be it.

This is the ending between them.

I received countless missed calls from my confinement nanny on my mobile phone.

Bai Song packed it up in a hurry.

The bill at the front desk had been settled, and Bai Song silently noted that he owed Fang Xingcheng another sum.

Before leaving Beijing, the two of them never saw each other again.

Bai Song finished all the work in his hands, without saying anything, and quietly disappeared from the entertainment industry.

After confirming that Bai Bai’s physical condition was able to withstand the long journey, Bai Song finally embarked on his return journey.

His hometown is not the same as when he left, but it hasn’t changed much.

Bai Song first paid back all the money borrowed by his father and sister, and spent a lot of the remaining money on Bai Bai to hire a nanny and reorganize the room.

He found a job as a music teacher in an after-school tutoring agency and worked a few part-time jobs in his spare time.

Barely enough to fill my stomach.

White cypress grows up day by day.

Bai Song was strict and frugal with himself, but he never restricted the child Bai Bai and wanted to give him the best in everything.

So Bai Bai was also developed into a good character.

What’s even more noteworthy is that white cedar is pure white pine supremacy.

The world is big, and dad is the biggest.

The father and son depended on each other and lived a contented life.

A few years later, someone came to visit.

He came in the name of Teacher Mubai.

Bai Song uploaded several songs on the Internet under the name Mr. White, and one song, “Glimmer”, became popular.

Was purchased by YS Music to make the theme song for a TV series.

Then the drama exploded and the songs exploded.

YS Music wanted Baek Song to debut with them, but Baek Song refused.

The man introduced himself as a staff member of YS Music and hoped to buy Bai Song to arrange music and write lyrics for them without signing his name.

Commonly known as a gunman.

YS Music offered a pretty generous remuneration.

It’s not even a little faster than him slowly saving money as a music teacher.

Bai Song is short of money.

He signed without much hesitation.

During the contract period, Bai Song wrote many songs for YS Music, many of which were hits.

It’s another way of pursuing his music dream.

But the artists of YS Music are too useless.

During an interview, the artist revealed that he was not familiar with Ci. Netizens questioned whether labeling Ci as an artist was a fraud by the company.

into a huge crisis of public opinion.

YS Music had no choice but to suspend cooperation with Bai Song, but it didn’t even give them a dime of compensation.

Bai Song didn’t care about this. If he had money, he would make money. If he didn’t, just forget it.

Moreover, he also felt that it was inconsistent with YS’s musical philosophy.

It would be nice to separate peacefully.

If you don’t have time to talk, you might as well cook a delicious meal for Zai Zai.

His cooking skills have improved by leaps and bounds.

Later, the Internet became more and more developed, and the live broadcast industry suddenly emerged.

Counseling institutions also want to ride the wave of development.

The boss asked Bai Song to create an account, live-stream singing, and sell lessons at the same time.

As a result, Bai Song’s live broadcast without showing his face became really popular.

When the number of fans of the account named “Mr. White” increased to more than 100,000, the boss stopped letting him sell courses.

Bai Song has completely transformed into a singing blogger, and he also improvises. From time to time, he shares with the live broadcast audience the songs he has written but not published in the past few years.

His fan following keeps growing.

Some people were also curious about Mr. White’s true appearance, but every time this topic was mentioned, Bai Song would immediately go off the air. As time went by, no one in the live broadcast room mentioned it again.

When there are nearly one million fans.

Mr.White’s account has been banned.

The reason is advertising and marketing.

But Bai Song has not mentioned the course content in the live broadcast room for a long time.

Bai Song appealed repeatedly but failed repeatedly.

Some customers couldn’t bear it and told him secretly in private.

In fact, it’s not about advertising and marketing, but the live broadcast company can’t stand the pressure of the industry, and some big companies want to soft-ban him.

Who hates him so much?

The answer was soon revealed.

The staff of YS Music contacted Bai Song, saying that Bai Song’s live broadcast might expose the outsourcing of lyrics and music by their company’s artists.

If Bai Song continues to live broadcast, they will sue directly.

Bai Song was asked to compensate them a large sum of money.

Although Bai Song didn’t understand how his live broadcast was related to the exposure of YS Music’s top handwriting lyrics and music, he saw the huge amount of compensation.

Bai Song didn’t dare to fight for it.

He knew that his arms could not twist his thighs, and there was never any fairness in this world.

YS Music definitely has more money and time than him.

Bai Song just wants to live a good life now, he doesn’t dare to waste it.

The live broadcast career is over.

Then one day.

A man knocked on Bai Song’s door.

“Excuse me, does Mr. White live here?”