Six Hundred and Seventy-Two, 2 in a Row, 3 in a Row

"good morning!"

"Good morning, Ronan, your teammates have arrived."

"Ah, it looks like I'm late, I have to go in quickly. By the way, I haven't had my breakfast coffee today, can I trouble you to buy it for me? By the way, the breakfast coffee in the whole office is also charged to my account, you can Order slowly."

"Haha, no problem, leave it on me, and I will thank you on behalf of everyone."

Cut short and cheerful dialogue, it can be seen, Ronan and the studio staff close relationship, of course, Ronan's good mood.

Pushing open the studio door, Ronan greeted with a bright smile, "Hey guys, good morning."

The room was slightly quiet, Maxim was busy in front of the sound console, with his back to the door; Cliff folded his hands on his chest, leaning against the wall on the right side of the sound console, but did not pay attention to Maxim's work, bowed his head Eyelids closed, immersed in his own thoughts; Ollie sat on the sofa on the right side of the door, his body sank deeply into it, and it was not clear whether he was asleep.

"Huh? Don't you guys have your breakfast coffee yet? I just told the front desk, do you need coffee?" Only Ronan's emotions were very high, like a ray of sunshine tearing through the haze and falling down, the silent air of the recording studio was stirred up.

Cliff raised his eyes and glanced at Ronan, and complained in a strange way, "The sun is still shining when someone is late."

In fact, Ronan was not late.

In order to trick Fox into being fooled, Ronan made a detour, but when he arrived at the recording studio, there were still about three minutes before the appointed time, so he stepped on time; but compared to his teammates, especially Maxim who was just late a few days ago, Ronan was indeed the last one to arrive.

Ronan was in a bright mood and didn't mind, showing a big smile to Cliff, "Sorry, sorry, the paparazzi followed me in the morning, and it took me a while to get rid of the paparazzi."

Unexpectedly, Cliff curled his lips and replied with a half-smile, "It turns out that we are already followed by paparazzi. It's amazing."

The yin and yang tone made it hard to tell whether it was a joke or an attack, the atmosphere was obviously weird.

The smile on the corner of Ronan's mouth froze for a moment, turned to look at Cliff seriously, and replied bluntly, "Cliff, if you have any comments, you can directly say it, there is no need to be so cynical. If you mind that I am late , then you can speak directly. If I remember correctly, there is still one minute before our agreed time."

"Yes, there is still one minute." Cliff directly pushed back angrily, "How could our lead singer make a mistake? He is always right, we should just stay where we are, shut up Mouth, better be completely invisible, right?"

The words can't help but become sharp.

Ronan was simply baffled, his brows furrowed slightly.

At this moment, Maxim turned around, stood up, walked towards Ronan, and gave Ronan a hug, "Don't pay attention to that high school student who didn't grow up, he's just pure jealousy. How about you and Taylor having a good time?"

Ronan didn't answer Maxim, but noticed the previous sentence, "Why are you jealous?"

"I'm jealous that you have become a celebrity now. Everyone knows that you are Taylor's new rumored boyfriend. The eyes of the world are all focused on you. I'm afraid we will all be forgotten." Maxim bumped into each other with a smile Ronan's shoulders raised his brows high, with a gossip expression on his face.

This made Ronan dumbfounded, "Maxim, you really look like a paparazzi. If you consider changing jobs, I recommend you to apply at TMZ."

"Who is jealous,

Don't talk nonsense. Cliff yelled at Maxim with a very ugly expression, "Do you think I'm you?" "

Maxim winked at Ronan, and instead of responding to Ronan, he turned his head and looked at Cliff, "Don't dare to admit it, first Justin and Bruno, then Taylor, don't you just envy Ronan now that he's in the media?" The Favorite, and then not just the band, he got a lot of attention himself, and now even paparazzi stalking, but you get nothing."

Snapped.

Seeing that Maxim's words became more explicit and sharper, Ronan bumped into Maxim's shoulder, signaling that he didn't need to speak so harshly.

Cliff's expression immediately dropped.

"I just watched Ronan completely forget about our band's own affairs because of other things. Don't forget, our band still has a tour and a new album to prepare, but Ronan is now entangled in personal affairs. Today is not late but also It's not far away, and I don't want Ronan to slack off."

"Don't think you're the only one who cares about the band, we're a team, remember?"

As he spoke, Cliff glanced at Ronan again, paused briefly, and then moved away, refusing to communicate.

Ronan was a little helpless.

If possible, he would rather all the paparazzi follow Cliff and ignore him; he would also prefer that Taylor's scandal be entangled with Maxim, so that he can stay out of it.

But Ronan couldn't say these words. Once he uttered them, they would be ignorant of good and evil in the ears of others, showing off his might.

In fact, Ronan didn't want to explain, because those things are really nothing, but since Cliff cares about it and Maxim also brought it up, he still needs to explain. He doesn't care about some things, but it doesn't mean that everyone doesn't care.

"Remember the day we had a meeting at the club? The day Maxim was late?" Ronan offered.

"Hey!" Maxim patted Ronan's shoulder in protest.

Ronan couldn't help laughing, gave Maxim a "serve it" look, and continued, "Ollie and I left first, and we accidentally bumped into Taylor and her girlfriend in the club lobby , I apologized, and that brunch was a practical one."

A few words explained the ins and outs of the matter.

"You can ask Ollie, or even Taylor." Ronan was very frank, and turned to look at Ollie.

But he found that Oli was still curled up in the corner of the sofa, and he didn't know if he was asleep or what happened, and he never made a sound.

Ronan tilted his head, didn't call Ollie again, and looked at Cliff again, "The paparazzi appeared after Taylor, not me, I don't have that much charm, including this morning, the paparazzi thought I was going to Meet Taylor, and then follow along."

"Believe me, with the current level of our band, we are still a little bit short of attracting paparazzi." Ronan spread his hands and faced Cliff with a sincere gesture.

Cliff's mouth squirmed, but he couldn't say anything after all. He slightly shifted his gaze away, avoiding eye contact.

From the first time to the second time, Ronan also knew that there must be a third time and a fourth time. When they are placed under the spotlight, the problems they need to face after they become popular overnight are like a storm. It hit the head and face, and everyone needed to readjust their position.

However, it happened so frequently in a short period of time, and Ronan also had his dissatisfaction.