False Poor and Real Boss

Yan Fei: No way, more than half of the money I earned was handed over to the company, and the money I saved couldn’t even afford a house in the suburbs of Shencheng [poor].Moreover, my family is not well off. My grandma is over 80, and the whole family is waiting for me to spend money.

Yan Fei got excited at the end of the compilation, and his expression became bitter and bitter. He wished that Xin Rong was on the scene, and if he shed a few tears weakly in front of him, it would be more perfect.

How did he know that these words had a completely different meaning in Xin Rong's eyes.

The family background is not good, there are elderly people who need to be taken care of, and the company's contract is harsh, so that's fine, and I will be forced by the agent to sell-sell-body...

Xin Rong gave a "tsk" and said tactfully, "Can't you change your manager?"Or switch companies?

Yan Fei: My agent is pretty good, and it is not practical to change the company. After all, the resources are all given by the company.Anyway, just wait.

This kind of broker is also called good?It's really hard for Xin Rong to understand. Could it be that Yan Fei has become completely numb to this because of the atmosphere in their circle, and even thinks that there is nothing wrong with her manager?

Xin Rong felt that her three views had been impacted.

But when he thought about it carefully, Yan Fei's circle was full of such people, and it didn't seem surprising that he had such values.

Xin Rong: How long have you been like this?

how long like thisYan Fei thought he was asking how long he had been in the industry, and replied without thinking: Two years or more.

More than two years... Xin Rong frowned, feeling more and more complicated.

That night, Xin Rong suffered from insomnia.

What Zhou Yan said to him in the consulting room that day was turning over and over in his mind.

Zhou Yan said, you can do something a little bold and crazy, which you would never do in the eyes of others.

You can try to change yourself.

These words kept ringing in Xin Rong's ears like a mantra.

He thought of Yan Fei, that absurd spring-dream, and the conversation he had with the young man during the day.

First of all, Yan Fei needs money very much.

Secondly, Yan Fei seems to be interested in him...

In the end, he found that he didn't seem to reject the approach of young people.

Xin Rong tossed and turned on the bed, he came up with a very bold idea, so bold that he himself felt a little uncomfortable.

Since he needs money and doesn't reject that kind of deal, why not...

Xin Rong sat up abruptly, pressing her forehead angrily.

He was crazy to have such a ridiculous idea.He is a straight man through and through, he didn't like men before, and he won't like them in the future.

However, there was another small voice in my heart saying: You are just helping him, it has nothing to do with whether a straight man is straight or not, you can draw up an agreement that does not involve any physical relationship...

In Xin Rong's heart, heaven and man are at war.

He rushed to the bathroom to wash his face, and the cold water hit his face, which made him much more awake.

He looked at himself in the mirror. The man had a handsome face and a straight nose, but there was always an indelible gloom between his brows.

Xin Rong knew why.

He clenched his fists, let out a breath, and made a decision in his heart.

**

When Yan Fei came home from the finale, he was just in time for dinner.

His father was on a business trip abroad, Zhao Lin was busy in the kitchen, and there were only two men sitting on the sofa in the living room.

The shoulders of the two were close together and they were discussing something. As soon as Yan Fei entered the door, he was blinded by the loving gesture of the couple.

"Cousin, Brother Fu." He greeted them not very warmly.

"Xiao Fei is back."

The shorter man stood up, his complexion was darker, his eyebrows were handsome and straight, and he smiled showing his white teeth.Yan Fei nodded at him.

"Finished?" Zhou Yan beside him also stood up.

"Well, where's my mother?"

"In the kitchen."

Yan Fei said "Oh", and looked at the fruits and gift boxes on the coffee table: "Did you buy it?"

"I haven't been here for a long time, I just wanted to buy something for my aunt." Fu Xun smiled sheepishly.

"Don't be so polite in the future." Yan Fei was so hungry that he broke off a banana and started eating. On the way, Zhao Lin poked her head out and called Fu Xun in to help. Only he and Zhou Yan were left in the living room.

The air was silent, and the cousins ​​sat on the sofa, staring at each other with big eyes.

The eyebrows of the two are equally outstanding, Zhou Yan is restrained and handsome, while Yan Fei is flamboyant and handsome.

"How are you doing recently?" Zhou Yan broke the awkward silence.

"It's okay, I've taken over a big production." Yan Fei accurately threw the banana peel into the trash can one meter away.

"I know you have a good career." Zhou Yan leaned on the sofa with his single eyelid half-drooped: "What about your relationship?"

Yan Fei narrowed her eyes: "My mother asked you to ask?"

Zhou Yan chuckled: "Can't I gossip?"

Yan Fei made a "cut", fell back on the sofa, and sighed: "I'm so busy, how can I have time to fall in love."

"Really." Zhou Yan picked up the remote control and turned on the TV skillfully: "I see spring in the corner of your eyes, it seems that you have a good luck recently."

real or fake?How obvious is he?

Yan Fei sat up and tried to cover up: "You are a psychiatrist, since when do you still look at faces? Professor Zhou, feud-jian-superstition is not a good thing."

Zhou Yan smiled "heh", and was about to speak when Fu Xun walked out of the kitchen.

"It's ready to eat, Zhou Yan, help serve the dishes."

"Xiao Fei, don't just stand still, come in and help." Zhao Lin's voice sounded behind him: "Are you ashamed to let the guests do it?"

Yan Fei said "Oh", and hurried to the kitchen to serve the dishes.

Yan Fei has lost some weight in the crew these few months, and Zhao Lin is so distressed that she repeatedly picks up vegetables for him.

"I also want to drink soup. I specially bought small ribs and boiled it all afternoon."

"Yes, Mom."

Yan Fei couldn't bear it anymore, but when Zhao Lin's soup came, she still frowned and drank it obediently.

"Xiaofu, Zhou Yan, you can eat too, don't be cautious, just treat this as your own home."

"Auntie, we're not welcome."

Fu Xun gave Zhao Lin a lot of face, and he ate rice and vegetables.Zhao Lin was delighted to see it, and cast a loving look over her.

"Whenever our family Yan Fei can find someone like Xiao Fu, who can cook and take care of others, it's great."

The corner of Zhou Yan's mouth hooked slightly.My man is praised by his relatives, and the soup down his throat is sweet.

But Yan Fei was having a hard time. After going home for dinner, she had to accept the torture of her mother's soul.

"Where can I find someone with such good conditions as Brother Fu?"

It's not that Yan Fei doesn't envy Zhou Yan. He is young, successful in his career, and has a lifelong lover.On the other hand, he looks great on the surface, but secretly he doesn't even have a boyfriend.

"That's because you didn't pay attention." Zhao Lin stared at Yan Fei helplessly: "If you put a little thought into it, it's not like you are now."

"Aunt, are you going to the concert later?" Zhou Yan changed the topic in time to save Yan Fei from the dire straits.

"Yes, I suddenly remembered, you two will go together too, right?"

"Well, but we are going to the theater next door to watch a play."

"Oh, what's the name of the play you watched?"

……

Yan Fei was completely ignored, but felt relieved.He thought of the promise he had made with Xin Rong tomorrow, and his mood lightened up again.

After dinner, the babysitter washed the dishes, and Zhao Lin went upstairs to change.She usually dresses casually at home, but when she goes out, she will definitely dress up elegantly, at least 20 years younger than her actual age.

Yan Fei is not interested in dialogue dramas, he plans to stay at home and take a beauty sleep, and go see Xin Rong tomorrow with enough energy.

As he went upstairs, he glanced in the direction of the backyard.Zhou Yan and Fu Xun took a walk in the garden holding hands, the night was hazy, their shadows were stretched very long by the black streetlights.

These two days have been together for seven or eight years, and Yan Fei sincerely admires them for being able to hold hands and walk so tirelessly.

He looked back and walked to his bedroom.

However, the picture of the two walking hand in hand still stayed in his mind for a while.

It's good to be in love.

His chest was inexplicably dry-hot.

If one day, he can also hold hands with Xin Rong like this... Yan Fei, who realized what he was thinking, quickly patted his face.

You wake up!He just agreed to have a meal with you, don't make too much noise!

But the smile on the corner of his mouth still couldn't stop, after all, after waiting for so long, we will officially meet tomorrow.

By the way, I haven't decided what to wear tomorrow.

Yan Fei returned to the room in a hurry, and went into the cloakroom.

**

On this side, Xin Rong looked at the neatly arranged suits and shirts in the closet, and sighed inaudibly.

It doesn't seem very good to eat with people and wear suits and leather shoes.

But after looking around, he couldn't find any suitable casual clothes.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door outside.

Xin Rong: "Go in."

Xin Mi poked his head in and looked at him pitifully with a small face: "Brother, do me a favor."

"Say."

"I'm doing men's outfits this issue, and I need a model to help me try on clothes. Can you..."

Xin Rong knew it clearly, and said lightly, "Yes."

"If it doesn't work, I'll go to Lu—" She suddenly raised her head and looked at Xin Rong in surprise: "You agreed?"

"Why, you are not satisfied with me and want to find Lu Chen?"

"I don't. I'm not." Xin Mi quickly waved his hands, walked into the room, and affectionately held Xin Rong's arm: "Brother, when do you think you have time to go look at men's clothing with me?"

"Tonight."

The surprise came so fast, Xin Mi couldn't believe it.

"Are you really my brother?" Xin Mi took a step back and looked at him suspiciously: "Why do I feel that something is wrong with you today."

"There is an important reception tomorrow, and I need a new set of clothes."

"Oh, a reception?" Xin Mi glanced at his open wardrobe and pouted, "Don't you usually wear a suit?"

Xin Rong coughed uncomfortably: "The organizer hopes that the participants will not dress too seriously."

"That's it."

Xin Mi was dubious, his dark eyes kept looking at his face, as if he wanted to see a flower from his face.

"Let's go, go out to eat." Xin Rong changed the subject.