Rebirth: I have an APP [Entertainment Circle]

Wen Chengyu faltered in pacing, walked to the sofa, took the folder from Sheng Ming's hand, closed it, and put it back on the table.

"I took it by mistake." He found another folder with the same blue skin on the desktop, and handed it over again.

"Since when did you have the habit of investigating little boys? Even the measurements are written so clearly." Sheng Ming took the folder, but did not open it. Instead, he leaned back on the sofa, lifted his chin and smiled, "This one It’s more reasonable for me to do things.”

The smile on his thin lips is like a smear of cinnabar on the well-textured rice paper, which dyes the indifferent facial features with brilliance, which is so charming that it is soul-stirring.

"It's for business." Wen Chengyu made a sign of surrender with both hands, "You know me, I don't have that bad habit."

He glanced at the document on the table.After the accident that night, he asked Geng Rui to contact the boy he met.

His original intention was to find out if this person had a criminal record and whether he was an accomplice to the person who attacked them that day.Unexpectedly, Geng Rui misunderstood his meaning, thinking that he wanted to sign this person, and gave him an extremely detailed investigation report.

Thinking of the pair of clear eyes facing him, his action of performing on stage even though his sleeves were already stained with blood, and thinking of the contents of the report, Wen Chengyu felt an indescribable pain in his heart, but he didn't know What happened to me.

It's just an irrelevant person, why would he let Geng Rui continue to follow up and investigate him?

Seeing the unpredictable expression on Wen Chengyu's face, Sheng Ming obviously still had a smile on his face, but the smile had faded from his eyes: "So you are despising me, a friend who doesn't love himself?"

The atmosphere in the room suddenly froze.

"Felix! You clearly know what I mean!" Wen Chengyu, who retracted his thoughts, raised his forehead, his deep eyes were full of helplessness, "I never thought about it that way, and it was something you did before, and you are doing it now. Not that kind of person."

"It's been two or three months since you came back. Are you still used to the food and accommodation in China?" He said again, abruptly diverting from the topic that made the two of them tense.

"It's not bad." Sheng Ming looked down at the blue folder cover and felt that he had overreacted just now. He was stunned for a few seconds before whispering, "Sorry."

"Felix, I may have said this sentence many times, but I will repeat it again today: No matter how ridiculous you were before, I know that is not your nature, and you don't have to keep complaining about the wrong things you have done. Guilt and self-blame. No one is perfect, everyone has their own flaws." After Wen Chengyu finished speaking, he looked at him firmly, "These will not affect my judgment of you, nor will it affect Our friendship."

"Okay." Sheng Ming muttered, but he was obviously comforted by the other party's words. He opened the folder, put on a professional attitude, and began to discuss the company's listing with his friends.

As soon as they switched to the work mode, both of them quickly entered the state, like an evenly matched enemy on the battlefield. Every collision of thoughts is a confrontation of swords, and they can always get to the point of the problem.

Two hours passed quickly, and both of them finally let out a long sigh of relief after highlighting the key points and writing their implementation opinions in the last paragraph of the material.

"It's time for dinner, I'll treat you to dinner." Wen Chengyu put the folder on the table and took off the suit jacket on the coat rack by the window, "You probably haven't eaten at many famous restaurants in Beijing. I'll take you to try it, have you ever eaten sheep scorpion? Or stinky mandarin fish?"

"Farewell! I can't eat big fish and meat anymore." Sheng Ming also stood up and waved his hands. "For the sake of discussing the case, I have been socializing basically every day at noon and night recently. I can't eat anymore. Find someone to drink." A place for porridge, I want something lighter."

"Okay, then let's eat casserole porridge." Wen Chengyu readily agreed, took the car keys on the table, went out with Sheng Ming, entered the elevator, and came to the underground parking lot.

Only then did Sheng Ming think of his Volvo, which had been hit with its butt rotten, and felt depressed: "I was rear-ended by someone on the road today, please take your car, I will find someone to come to the 4S shop for repairs in the evening .”

"Rear-end, are you okay?" Wen Chengyu asked nervously.

"It's okay." Sheng Ming followed Wen Chengyu's footsteps and came to a car, but was stunned when he saw the model.

"You drive a Lamborghini? Where's your Land Rover?" He looked at the dark blue Lamborghini in front of him. It was the same model as the one that chased him in the morning, but the color was different.

"It got dirty two days ago and sent it to be washed," Wen Chengyu unlocked the car and sat in the driver's seat, "so I just grabbed a key from home and started it."

Sheng Ming also sat in the co-pilot, but such a low chassis made him feel very uncomfortable. He turned his head and saw that Wen Chengyu's long legs were curled up under the seat in an extremely uncoordinated posture, but his His expression was very calm.

Seeing how awkward Sheng Ming was sitting and the displeasure on his face, Wen Chengyu laughed: "I am also awkward, but you also know my mother, who knows that I drive this car, she said that this car has been around for a long time. It’s not open, let me open it for a few more days, and send her for maintenance by the way.”

Sheng Ming understood now.This aunt, who has always heard about Chengyu but never met, cherishes her collection very much, and never hesitates to order her son to run errands.

The two of them soon sat in a box in a restaurant. The box was decorated in an antique style, with a sliding paper door. There was a set of tables and chairs painted mahogany in the room. An imitation painting of Qi Baishi's "Ink Shrimp Picture".

Sheng Ming took a small cup of black tea that Wen Chengyu poured, drank it dry in one gulp, and asked, "Are you in company now?"

"No." Wen Chengyu squeezed the teapot, and poured another cup for Sheng Ming, with calm eyes, "I haven't met anyone who is tempted yet."

"The 26-year-old CEO of Tianzong Entertainment, still lives at the house of his parents, hasn't been in a relationship yet, and is still a virgin. I should sell these news to the paparazzi one by one, and I can sit at home and wait for the money to come in, instead of talking to a group of people every day. The fat old man went out to entertain, just to get a case." Sheng Ming twitched the corners of his mouth mockingly.

Wen Chengyu raised his brows: "I see that you enjoy being a lawyer, otherwise why would you go back to China to develop your practice qualification after obtaining the New York State lawyer's professional qualification?"

Sheng Ming snorted and laughed: "It's not that person yet. Compared with the company that was forced to pick him up, I finally have a clean ear when I return to China for development."

"What about your little boyfriend?" Wen Chengyu asked.

Sheng Ming thought of the boy with blond hair, shrugged: "Blow."

"Blow it? Didn't you just say you were with him in March?" Wen Chengyu didn't expect his news to be so late.

"I went back to China in April, so I blew it. Anyway, I won't go back in a short time. We both know that when we are in a foreign country, the other party will not be loyal to each other, so we blew it."

The two were talking, when a female voice came from outside the sliding door: "Hi, I'll serve you."

A girl wearing a cheongsam and holding her hair with a bamboo hairpin brought a pot of boiling casserole porridge on the table, and put a few small dishes on the table, and then walked out of the door with the tray.

"Suddenly I found it quite interesting. You, who are so serious about your relationship that you have never started a relationship, and me, who is so serious about your relationship and have changed countless boyfriends, can become friends. And in the past nine years, they have not changed each other. This time, Sheng Ming changed hands, and he said while serving porridge, "I'm a little curious, how long we will keep this state."

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