my big star

The car was parked in an apartment not far from the SCG company. This is the apartment dormitory provided by the company to artists. There are independent ones and some with multiple people, because Arthit is also an artist who has debuted for a long time.

He lives in a single room.

Bright supported Arthit upstairs, and Arthit supported the door frame, resisting the pain, and bid farewell to Bright.

After Bright left, Arthit put down his disguise and collapsed on the sofa, unable to move an inch.

Darkness swallowed his consciousness.

In the SCG building, kongphop was a little restless in the office.

Bright walked into the office, looking unhappy.

"What do you want me to do?"

Kongphot took out a bag of medicine.

"He went back?"

"Ah."

Bright knew that kongphop was referring to him as arthit.

"Give this to him."

Kongphop handed the medicine in his hand to Bright.

Bright didn't take it, but just looked at him coldly, "worried why don't you go by yourself?"

"Take it."

Kongphop said coldly.

"I don't care, plame is here today, I want to find him."

Kongphop looked at him and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Like plame so much?"

Bright turned around and sat down on the sofa.

"What do you know, I'm not interested in plame, but in his little follower Gun!"

Kongphop smiled.

"The little man?"

"Well, how cute."

Kongphop smiled, ignored him, and put on his coat.

"I see, I'll go by myself."

Bright leaves the office.

After Kongphop arranged his work, he walked into the elevator, and just as he got out, he saw Gun standing at the door of the plame, waiting for the plame.

Gun is plame's assistant, so wherever there is plame, there is gun, and of course there is an idiot not far away looking at him blankly.

"Gun, let's have dinner together tonight?"

Bright walked over.

"Senior off."

Kongphop was a little confused, "off?"

"Bright's nickname, don't you know?"

Plame happened to come out and heard Kongphop talking to himself.

There was no expression on Kongphop's cold face.

"Everyone has nicknames, but some people only let certain people call themselves by nicknames."

As plame said, he looked at kongphop with a meaningful look.

"For example, warm."

Kongphop frowned, strode away, and walked towards the apartment not far away.

Arthit heard a knock on the door, and dragged his tired body to open the door. The moment he saw kongphop, arthit smiled self-deprecatingly.

He muttered to himself, "Is it really burnt out? How could kongphop come here? Damn, I'm hallucinating."

As he spoke, his body was shaking.

Fall forward.

Kongphop stretched out his hand and embraced him.

"Warm?"

Kongphop softly called his nickname, the body of the person in his hand was hot, Kongphop frowned and carried him into the bedroom.

"Didn't you take medicine, why are you still burning?"

Kongphop said to himself, unconsciously getting irritable.

He went to the bathroom, took out a basin, turned on the faucet, and let the water flow into the basin.

The sound of "squeaking" water was exceptionally loud, and my thoughts were rushed to the past by the current.

"Nuan Nuan? It turns out that the senior's nickname is Nuan Nuan."

Kongphop looked at arthit with a wicked look.

"Hey, 0062kongphop! Call me by my nickname again, and I'll punish you for doing a hundred push-ups!"

"No problem, Nuan Nuan."

Kongphop laughed, arthit blushed with anger.

"Senior, I just like to call you Nuannuan."

"up to you!"

His fingertips felt cold, Kongphop lowered his head, and the cold water overflowed, and the water flowed across his fingertips, pulling him back to consciousness.

He frowned, damn it, why do you always think about the past?Blame plame!

He brought the basin into the bedroom, soaked the towel, wrung it dry, and placed it on Arthit's forehead.

The person on the bed didn't respond at all, his pale face made him feel distressed.

This action is repeated many times, and the time passes unconsciously.

Until night, Arthit slowly opened his eyes.

"Kong? Kongphop? You, why are you here?"

Arthit looked at him in surprise.

"Can't you see that I'm taking care of you?"

Arthit froze for a moment, then lowered his head.

"I'm sorry, I can't do it today. I'll give it to you when I'm well tomorrow."

Hearing arthit's words, kongphop was a little angry, is this how he sees himself?

He frowned.

"You know what you're talking about?"

The suppressed anger didn't break through, but held back, his tone was a little cold.

"I know, I'm just your venting tool now, I will do what I should do, and you promise me to pay off my debts."

The hand that was supposed to rest on Arthit's forehead was taken away at once.

"Hmph, it seems that the senior is not so pure, ****!"

Arthit lowered his head and bit his lips tightly, not resisting, not explaining, and resisting silently.

Kongphop stood up and stared at him, somewhat condescending.

"Starting tomorrow, move to my place, so that I can vent at any time."

These words made Arthit stunned for a moment, a crack was torn open in his heart, no matter how he patched it up, there would still be a small gap.