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After washing their hands, the two sat down at the dining table.

On Liu Yifei's marble dining table, which is usually only used for low-fat salads, black coffee, and sugar-free sparkling water.

At this moment, several boxes of roast duck are prominently displayed.

The duck skin is crispy and translucent.

The duck meat was tender, red, and glistening with oil.

The fragrance kept wafting into my nose, practically adhering to the professional ethics of a female celebrity.

It was accompanied by bright green cucumber strips, snow-white scallion shreds, and a stack of thin, translucent lotus leaf pancakes.

When the warm yellow chandelier shone overhead, the oily sheen shone as if it had a built-in filter.

Liu Yifei sat opposite.

Those beautiful almond-shaped eyes were already uncontrollably fixed on the duck skin.

His throat moved very slightly.

She muttered under her breath:

"Too oily..."

"It's so late, I don't dare to eat too much."

He said he wouldn't dare.

His eyes, however, seemed to yearn to devour the entire plate of duck skin on the spot.

Fang Yu glanced at her, almost bursting out laughing inside.

understood.

This is the last act of defiance by the female celebrity.

He didn't expose her, and slowly picked out a lotus leaf cake, spreading it in his palm.

Pick up two of the fattest slices of roast duck.

Dipped in sweet bean sauce.

Then add shredded scallions and cucumber strips.

Fold it over at both ends.

A small, substantial duck roll is ready.

Liu Yifei's gaze followed the burrito as it moved little by little.

My eyes were practically glued to him.

Then--

Fang Yu shoved the crepe into his mouth.

His cheeks were bulging, and his eyes were squinting as he ate.

"Hmm...okay."

He chewed as he mumbled indistinctly:

"Then you can watch me eat."

"Or you could eat some cucumber strips, they're low-calorie and healthy."

"This amount of stuff is just right; it's not enough for me to make one by myself."

Liu Yifei: "???"

She opened her beautiful eyes and was completely stunned.

The first one wasn't rolled up for her?

You even made her eat cucumber strips?

How could someone be so wicked!

Liu Yifei took a deep breath.

The female celebrity's competitive spirit was ignited on the spot.

The next second, she pulled out a lotus leaf cake.

Roast duck, three slices.

Spread the sweet bean sauce generously all over the surface.

Stuff a big handful of shredded scallions.

Cucumber strips must also be included.

The final rolled-up product was a whole size larger than the one Fang Yu had made earlier.

It's about to burst.

Fang Yu looked at the giant burrito in her hand and his lips twitched.

"Wow."

"Didn't you say you wouldn't dare eat too much?"

Liu Yifei angrily took a big bite.

The aroma and grease of the roast duck exploded in my mouth instantly.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly.

I almost couldn't help but let out a satisfied sigh.

But she managed to hold it in.

Then he raised his eyes and glared at Fang Yu:

"Shut up."

I don't want to talk to you right now.

Fang Yu almost choked on his laughter.

The tactic of provocation always works.

that's it.

The two of them took turns reading the scroll.

Half a roast duck was cleaned up by the two of them.

There were hardly any scallion shreds left.

……

We were full and satisfied.

Fang Yu leaned back on the sofa, patted his stomach, and let out a satisfied burp.

Liu Yifei also nestled at the other end of the sofa, hugging a cushion, slowly digesting her food.

The main lights were not on in the room.

Only a small table lamp was lit on the coffee table.

The warm light cast long shadows of the two people on the white wall behind them.

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet.

Fang Yu leaned back for a while, as if he suddenly remembered something.

He casually pulled a silver USB drive out of his pocket.

pat.

It was stuffed directly into Liu Yifei's palm.

"Take it."

Liu Yifei looked down at the little thing in her palm and paused for a moment.

"What is this?"

Fang Yu spoke casually.

"This is for you, the Pepsi song."

Liu Yifei suddenly looked up.

"So fast?!"

How long has it been?

From the time he proposed that outrageous "gunner plan" until now, it's only been two or three days at most.

In the past two or three days, he has been filming GG, recording songs, and going on a nationwide kowtowing tour.

They're as busy as spinning tops.

She originally thought that Fang Yu at most had a preliminary idea.

Or perhaps a few lines of melody were written.

The results of it?

Did he just take out the finished product?

Fang Yu looked at her expression, which seemed to have her worldview completely shattered, and pretended to be calm.

"Brother, you're that fast."

Liu Yifei: "..."

Why does this sound so off?

She rolled her eyes at him.

After a pause, he couldn't help but ask:

"And your own? The Coca-Cola one."

Fang Yu shrugged.

"I wrote it down too, it was just something I did easily."

Liu Yifei fell completely silent.

Two songs.

A business collaboration worth tens of millions.

Two or three days.

It was completed even when he was working at full capacity.

What exactly is the structure of this person's brain?

Fang Yu leaned forward and began to explain the logic to her.

"Look."

"You are the person involved and also the one who knows the inside story best."

"If even you think it's outrageous, what about outsiders?"

Liu Yifei blinked.

Fang Yu held up one finger.

"These past two days, the entire internet has been watching me."

My schedule is basically semi-transparent.

"Everyone saw me working non-stop, covered in sweat."

He shrugged as he finished speaking.

"In this situation, where would I find the time? Where would I find the energy?"

"One person writing two completely new brand songs at the same time?"

Fang Yu looked completely confident.

"Therefore, no one will suspect me at all."

"Because logically speaking, this is not scientific."

Liu Yifei followed his line of thought.

That's really true.

Everyone was watching his schedule.

Ironically, it became the best alibi.

Being busy is a cover.

The busier you are, the safer you are.

However, she couldn't suppress her curiosity.

She hugged the cushion and subconsciously moved closer to Fang Yu.

Those clear, aloof phoenix eyes were now sparkling.

"So how exactly did you do that?"

She lowered her voice.

"Seriously, where do you find the time?"

This is exactly what Fang Yu was waiting for.

The smile on his face gradually faded.

Then, he put on a melancholy expression and sighed softly.

"It's nothing."

He rubbed his eyes, and his voice became a little hoarse.

"It's just... sleeping less."

"While others are sleeping, I write songs."

"While others were eating, I was thinking about composing music."

When Liu Yifei heard the words "sleep less," her heart tightened slightly.

An image almost immediately flashed into her mind.

It was late at night.

All the lights in the houses were turned off.

Fang Yu was alone in the simply furnished apartment rented by the company, sitting at his desk with his guitar.

The light from the table lamp was dim and lonely.

It stretched his shadow very long.

The table was piled high with crumpled draft papers.

There might be a glass of water that's long since gone cold next to it.

The ashtray was filled with cigarette butts...

wrong.

He doesn't smoke.

But the image of someone bearing all the pressure alone still pierced her heart.

Then I thought back to the selfie he posted on Weibo a couple of days ago, the one that seemed to be asking for a reconciliation.

The dark circles under her eyes are so heavy.

My hair is all messy.

At the time, she thought that this person was 80% acting.

But now that I think about it more carefully...

Maybe……

That wasn't all an act at all.

This person...

He's usually carefree and doesn't say anything serious.

They're always poor and always in debt.

But what about behind the scenes?

For music.

For the future when the two of them can meet at the top.

He actually went to such lengths.