The reborn top idol

Chapter 111 Past Life (1)

"Come on, Xiao Su, have another drink."

In the restaurant's private room, a fat, bald middle-aged man was persuading a handsome young man to drink.

"Director Qian, I really can't drink anymore..."

The young man has a captivating and magnificent face, with red phoenix eyes, crescent-shaped eyebrows, the curvature of the bridge of his nose is like a delicate and charming mountain peak, plump lips, red lips and white teeth.

His skin was unusually white and delicate, but his cheeks were stained with a slightly drunken powder, showing an indescribable temptation.

His voice is clear and soft, and his voice is as smooth and soft as velvet.

Looking at the wine glass raised to his lips, the young man could no longer bear it. He looked embarrassed and raised his hand to refuse.

The money guide did not continue to persuade him, but snorted coldly and placed the wine glass heavily on the table, causing some of the wine to spill out.

He retreated and sat on the chair, folding his arms domineeringly, raising his chin and squinting at the young man.

"Xiao Su, not everyone can get into my rural life variety show. If it weren't for the sake of the nephew of Actor Wu, you wouldn't even have the chance to audition today."

Ever since Su Yuan, a handsome young man, came to the box, he had been poured wine non-stop, and he had not even taken a few bites of the food. He felt a burning pain in his chest and abdomen, and his beautiful eyes were misty and bloodshot.

"Do you think a has-been idol like you, who is riddled with scandals and has no manager to help you, can be on any show? I just thought you were pitiful, so I planned to give you a chance. Who knew you were so ignorant of praise! "

When Su Yuan heard these humiliating words, he clenched his fists instantly, a trace of unwillingness flashed in his eyes.

He closed his eyes, bit his lip, and finally raised his glass in compromise.

"Director Qian, I am not sensible. You have a lot of money. Don't be ignorant of me. I will drink this cup."

"That's right, that makes sense." Director Qian laughed.

Su Yuan's heart skipped a beat, and he tilted his neck to pour a full glass of white wine into his mouth. A stream of wine slipped from the corner of his mouth, flowed through his small Adam's apple and delicate white neck, and disappeared into the collar of his shirt...

Director Qian seemed to be seduced by the beautiful scenery and swallowed, his eyes full of evil thoughts and greed. He couldn't wait and wanted to get the young man drunk quickly.

"Cough cough cough!" Su Yuan drank too fast, choked the drink into his trachea, bent over and coughed violently.

He has a very slim figure, a simple and refreshing white shirt, a pair of well-proportioned and perfect long legs wrapped in slim trousers, undulating hips, and a black belt tied around his slender waist.

A slight sense of abstinence gave people a strong desire to conquer him.

Director Qian couldn't control his hidden thoughts, stood up and walked to him, asking with concern, "Are you okay?"

But a hand was already caressing and sliding down the young man's back.

Su Yuan felt the unusual touch and was stunned for a moment. His muscles tightened and his hair stood on end.

"Xiao Su, you see we are almost done drinking. How about changing to another place?"

Qian Daohou anxiously hugged the young man's waist and said eagerly: "I have already booked a room upstairs in this hotel. Let's go."

Su Yuan naturally understood what he meant, and struggled with numbness, "Director Qian, please let go, I'm just here for the audition."

"Yes, go to the room for an audition. Let me see how your figure looks like. Your skin is really white. Is your whole body this white?"

Director Qian couldn't help but put his thick fleshy palm on Su Yuan's buttocks and squeezed it vigorously. He praised intoxicatedly: "The elasticity is really good."

Su Yuan couldn't bear it anymore. He suddenly pushed the other person away, "Director Qian, please respect yourself!"

Director Qian was unexpectedly pushed down on the seat. He couldn't believe it. He stayed there for a few seconds before glaring at Su Yuan with a fierce look in his eyes.

"Aren't you just here to sell? What are you pretending to be? Do you think you can appear on a variety show after just one meal? What good things are you thinking about? Be sensible! Serve me first tonight, and then I will consider whether to give it to you. An audition opportunity!”

At this time, Su Yuan also understood that the other party's previous promises were false, and did not want to stay any longer, so he glared at the red phoenix eyes and shouted: "Fuck you! Go to hell! Silly beep!"

After cursing, he carried his bag, ran out of the box without looking back, and slammed the door.

He stumbled outside the restaurant, feeling drunk. He reluctantly found a small convenience store, bought a bottle of honey lemonade, and drank it down.

Just after finishing my drink, my phone rang. When I saw the name on it, I smiled bitterly and picked it up, "Mengyue."

Wu Mengyue on the other end of the phone waited for him to get through and got angry, describing how hard it was for her to help him contact the variety show director, but he was screwed.

Su Yuan said dullly: "I know you are doing it for my own good, but I really can't do it. You don't know this Qian Dao..."

He was a little embarrassed to talk.

But Wu Mengyue advised: "Who will use you in your current situation? If you join this variety show, you might be able to turn around and become popular again. It will be difficult if you miss the opportunity."

Su Yuan wanted to make a comeback, but if he committed himself to a disgusting old man, he really couldn't do it and couldn't pass the test in his heart.

After all, he refused.

After hanging up the phone, he held his head and sat on the steps in front of the convenience store, with nowhere to vent the pain in his heart.

Since being forced out of the popular boy band FancyMates, he has become a representative of black artists, and no company is willing to take him in.

There has been no news about any of the variety shows, dramas, and movies that had extended an olive branch to him in the past.

This time I thought there was hope, but the result was so miserable.

The pride in his heart did not allow him to do those dirty things.

What should be done?

While he was distracted, there were footsteps approaching step by step, stopping in front of him and standing still.

Su Yuan thought he was blocking a customer who was about to enter the convenience store, so he moved his butt to the side.

But the man still stood there, with no intention of leaving.

He raised his head strangely, only to see a pair of deep black eyes.

Su Yuan was stunned for a moment, then frowned, "You? What are you doing here!"

The person coming is Fang Yinghao.

Su Yuan had always scorned this person.

From the first day Fang Yinghao joined the team, he had been in constant conflict with his opponent.

If he sees this person in this situation, of course he will not give him a good look!

"Have you been drinking?" Fang Yinghao asked him with concern, not angry because of his unpleasant tone.

"It's none of your business?" Su Yuan simply said sarcastically: "Why, you came to see me in embarrassment again and laugh at me? Just laugh, I don't care!"

"No, I didn't." Fang Yinghao said with deep helplessness on his face, "You are drunk, I will take you back to rest."

"I told you to leave it alone! Get out of here!" Su Yuan wanted to stand up on the ground, but his arms became weak and he fell to the side instead.

Fang Yinghao stepped forward and helped him up.

Smelling the smell of alcohol all over his body, she frowned and suggested, "Otherwise, I can find a hotel nearby and open a room for you to rest."

This sentence instantly brought back the memory of Su Yuan's humiliation just now. He was so angry that he trembled all over and shouted: "Get out——!"

He clenched his right hand into a fist and punched Fang Yinghao in the face, causing the handsome young man to retreat repeatedly.

Fang Yinghao's mouth was broken and smelled of blood. He couldn't help but hissed, but he didn't mean to blame him at all. He still said calmly: "It's very late. I'll see you off..."

"No need!" Su Yuan knew that his punch was out of anger, and he felt a trace of regret, but he quickly put it behind him and stared at a pair of steamy eyes, "I don't want to see you, don't appear in front of me again! "

After saying this, he stumbled into the night and returned to his rental house based on his memory.

What he didn't know was that the tall and handsome man had been following him, watching over him silently all the way.

……

"Brother Yuan? Brother Yuan? Wake up! The plane has landed!"

Someone was pushing Su Yuan's arm and calling him in his ear.