It is better to fall in love than to tear down CP [entertainment circle]

Luo Yunqu's deep pupils were dark, and the meaning of his begging was subtle. Even if he was overwhelmed by the scorching peach mole, he was still understood by Bu Qing.

Is he acting like a spoiled child to himself?

Bu Qingyun was taken aback by this thought.

In fact, as soon as he entered the kitchen, he knew Luo Yunqu's intentions, thinking that he was originally going to thank the other party, but a vague thank you was not as practical as a dinner.

"Okay, wait for a while, it will take a little time." Without thinking too much, he took out the ingredients from the refrigerator and started cooking.

There are not many ingredients, only chicken legs and a little bacon and ham left. He traced it in his mind and decided to make a chicken leg with masala sauce.

The chicken legs need to be deboned first, sausage meat, pistachios, tin foil, as well as sherry vinegar and Marsala wine for the sauce... Bu Qingyun concentrates on preparing the ingredients for cooking, completely forgetting about the other party.

Luo Yunqu was so hungry that he was afraid that even heaven would not be as attractive as this kitchen. He didn't want to go anywhere, so he sat down at the dining table, not wanting to take his eyes off Bu Qingyun for a moment.

At this time, Bu Qingyun lowered his head and was putting pistachios, thyme, parsley, salt and pepper and other seasonings into the sausage meat. There was a groove on the back of his white neck, which further elongated the neck line. Seamlessly connected with the soft and shiny black hair, the back of the head looks extremely round and full.

At this time, a wisp of thyme mixed with the smell of ham floated over, and Luo Yunqu's mouth produced body fluid for no reason, and he rolled his throat with hunger, wanting to swallow a certain mellowness with the fragrance.

It will definitely be more satisfying!

Bu Qingyun didn't understand the cruel idea of ​​being hungry, so he only concentrated on cooking. Now he has reached the most critical step. He wrapped the prepared stuffing into the chicken legs, wrapped it in tin foil with a layer of streaky bacon, and put it in the water First cook and then refrigerate, then fry in [-]% hot olive oil. To make the bacon taste crispy, you need to keep turning it. Finally, use sherry vinegar to remove the residue and collect the juice, and pour in Marsala wine. into a sauce.

When a plate of freshly baked chicken drumsticks with masala sauce was brought to Luo Yunqu, he was already fainting from hunger.

The obliquely cut chicken legs are fresh and tender, exposing the pistachios and served with the sauce. Being captured, I picked up a fork and ate it wholeheartedly.

He took a bite and closed his eyes contentedly.The crispy bacon mixed with the tender chicken makes the mouth watery, the cut pistachio is sweet, which makes the taste very layered, and the rich sauce blends all the flavors together, so delicious that the lips and tongue want to scream.

Pair it with a glass of red wine, there is nothing better in this world than this!

Luo Yunqu has never been so real.

At least at this moment he thought so.

Luo Yunqu, who was full of wine and food, lazily stretched his waist, propped his head on his hands, his eyes were full of curiosity, "You used to know how to cook?"

Bu Qingyun didn't want to lie, nor could she tell the truth, so she just kept silent.

"If I had known you would be so good, our relationship would not have been so stiff back then." Luo Yunqu happily ate, and his voice became more gentle, "Qing Yun,"

"Ah?" Luo Yunqu called him that for the first time, which made him feel uncomfortable, "You can call me Bu Qingyun."

Keeping a distance is the kingly way for them to live in harmony.

Luo Yunqu smiled more gently, his lips were as fresh as cherries on a plate, "You make me curious, what should I do?" He leaned forward, the rose fragrance after bathing escaped from the collar of his silk nightgown, Afterwards, it entangled, making Bu Qingyun a little dizzy.

It must be too late, the weariness of extreme sleepiness.

"You, you don't have to thank me," Bu Qingyun hastily stretched out his hand to stop, "This meal was originally for thanking you, now we are clear, and no one owes anyone."

After speaking, he hurriedly stood up, "It's getting late, I'm going to bed." After speaking, he hurried back to his room, like a frightened little white crane, trying to escape at the first sign of trouble.

What's wrong?he?

Luo Yunqu was puzzled for a moment,

Is he that scary?

Luo Yunqu glanced at the ceiling in confusion, didn't want to understand, so he went back to his room to sleep, and when he got up, he saw a mobile phone on the table, pure black, simple in shape, simple and extremely clean, very gentle.

He picked up his phone to send it to the other party, but accidentally touched the screen, the screen suddenly lit up, and a music file popped up, which caught his attention instantly.

He tapped lightly subconsciously, and a piece of music poured out unsuspectingly, and managed to grab his attention after a few notes.

After listening to it, he was a little unbelievable. What kind of music, like forty snare drums, firmly grasped people's emotions. Up to now, his heart is still eager to move, and the tiredness that just rose has been driven away without a trace.

Looking at the time, it was past 12:30, he hadn't raced for a long time, and 10 minutes later, a bright green Lamborghini roared past downstairs.

After Bu Qingyun returned to the room, he tossed and turned and didn't fall asleep. Thinking that the dizziness hadn't passed yet, since he couldn't sleep, he might as well get up and browse Weibo. The tribal CP's account should have been canceled when he first passed through.

Unexpectedly, when I clicked on the super chat of "FUNK Boy", I saw several Weibo fans' remarks against him.

[Destroy cats: Bu Qingyun made his position on the Double Eleven live broadcast. He deliberately raised his voice so high. He is a scheming boy. Wake up, everyone, don’t be fooled by him! 】

[Candy of Fangtang Tribe: Bu Qingyun, the disaster star, steals the limelight from the "FUNK boy" and climbs up by stepping on the shoulders of his teammates!I really don't want Bilian! 】

[Sad Meteor Shower: Bu Qingyun's personal style is too strong, and he obviously doesn't fit in with the other members of "FUNK Boys". Is he trying to get confused? 】

[Hold tight to my handsome Qu Benqu @疑的火星雨: Yes, yes, yes!Boycott Bu Qingyun!Get him out of "FUNK Boy"! 】

[I can't melt a grain of sand into my eyes: his personal style is too strong, which is not suitable for group development. It is strongly recommended that he fly solo. 】

[Pursue Truth Microscope: Seriously question his singing skills, fake singing is rampant now, who knows if it's lip-sync, if he is really capable, why haven't I seen him show it before? "]

[Question lip-syncing +1]

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There were even many music review programs who questioned him at the end of the show, saying that his style was obviously different from the past, and suspected that the company arranged fake singing that day in order to restore his reputation. After all, his singing and dancing skills were ridiculed by the crowd in the past.

These negative remarks came overwhelmingly, trying to swallow him up. If he had been in the past, he might have laughed it off; but when you have been affirmed and liked by others, the taste is different, just like you climbed up several steps in fear and trepidation. Stepping up the stairs, before he could taste the joy, he was dragged down again.

His flimsy dream had just been ignited before a gust of wind blew it out.

The next day, Bu Qingyun was woken up by the alarm.

The company called them for a meeting on the creation of the new album, and wanted to create a new style of Album, but because the theme could not be settled for a long time, they still needed to polish it together.

Bu Qingyun fell asleep at some point last night. Before going to bed, he figured it out. No matter how difficult it is, there is no hope. After all, he has already taken a step, and the remaining steps are still waiting for him. He cannot be defeated .

As a result, in the elevator, Luo Yunqu, who had spent half the night, blocked him and handed him a black mobile phone, "Is the song on your screen written for the new album?"

Bu Qingyun took the phone in surprise, almost lost it with lingering fear, "You mean the song I wrote yesterday?"

Luo Yunqu looked serious when he got serious, "Otherwise?"

"Oh, I just wrote that for nothing. It just represents my state at this stage. Maybe after a while my mentality will change, and the style of the song will be different." He smiled shyly, revealing a tiny canine tooth .

"What's wrong with you recently? The state is like a roller coaster," Luo Yunqu folded his arms on his chest, closed his eyes and leaned against the wall tiredly, "It kept me up half the night, your song is poisonous!"

"I..." Bu Qingyun smiled embarrassedly, "When I compose the song, I finish it all at once. I don't think about it."

Luo Yunqu opened his eyes and looked at him in disbelief, "It's done in one pass? You're playing with me!"

After listening to the song last night, he really wanted to go racing. The roar from the bottom of his heart had a kind of penetrating power, which penetrated the music and passed it to him, naturally, in one go!He was inexplicably excited, and only galloping speed could vent this restlessness until he was exhausted.

He seemed to believe it, and the drowsiness disappeared, "What are you going to do?"

"What should I do?" Bu Qingyun's obsidian-like pupils widened, and she blinked after knowing it, and gestured helplessly, "You mean my song, the new album can..."

After he realized it, he was very excited, and his hands trembled uncontrollably, "I have written many songs before, is it all right?"

Luo Yunqu was even more surprised, "When did you write the song? Why don't we know?"

Bu Qingyun didn't want to explain this, he just wanted to write the song into a song and sing it to fans on stage, but he could only keep silent about Luo Yunqu's questioning.

Luo Yunqu stared at him with searching eyes, and ground his teeth, feeling that the pressure was too light that day, "Give it a try, the company thinks it's good, and will adopt it."

Everyone knows that having continuous creativity is the foundation of a singer's survival, and how many people are short-lived because of lack of works.

If an artist with creative talent is signed, the company will only secretly enjoy it. After all, cooperating with a well-known creator requires effort in terms of cost and emotional connection.

When the elevator opened, the meridians of Bu Qingyun's whole body were quite clear, and a hole was opened from the narrow and closed space in the past, allowing him to breathe.

Not long after the meeting started, the boss Gu Gongcheng brought in two well-known creators in the industry. The one on the left was Xu Yadong, and the one on the right was his assistant Yang Di.

Xu Yadong came into contact with this circle very early, and it can be said that he knows the industry well. If you invite him, it means that even if your album does not sell well, you will not lose money.

"You also know that "FUNK Boys" has been established for half a year and has only released one song in total. Now that your popularity has just picked up, the company has decided to take advantage of the victory to create a regular album," Gu Gongcheng asked his assistant to turn on the projector, and the picture and music Immediately jumped out, "This is the ED produced by Mr. Xu for the "GOT Boy" under Komi Entertainment in the past, please take a look first."

Kami Entertainment is the biggest competitor of Shining Star Media, and the "GOT Boys" are their deadly rivals. They have the same number of people, the same age, the same debut time, and even their styles follow the same route.

"This is an ED song in the album we helped him create this year. The title song uses blues and the most popular R&B genre. The choreography is also the most popular Popping from Korean boy groups. The effect and MV are super shocking," Yang Di said proudly, "Once the title song was released, it swept the top ten of all major music charts within a week, and the popularity is quite explosive."

I have heard this title song Bu Qingyun, and it still belongs to the category of pursuing love in concept, but now young people have diversified ideas, and some even focus more on themselves, and the pursuit of independence and freedom of personality has become more important than anyone else. Everything matters.

"If you have any ideas, let's talk about it, maybe we can spark a spark?" Gu Gongcheng obviously wanted to hear different opinions. After all, it is very boring to compete with competitors and follow other people's ideas.

Xu Yadong's meaning is obvious, follow the successful experience of "GOT Boy", that is, it is safe and effortless, just slightly adjust the melody, refill a word, and follow the established routine, after all, it is a successful case.

The meeting room was temporarily silent.

No one can deny Xu Yadong's creative ideas, but there is no better, more stable, and sure-to-win idea for the time being.

Just when Gu Gongcheng was about to make a decision, Luo Yunqu raised Bu Qingyun's hand abruptly.

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