infinite gravity

After a lot of anticipation, I finally received a notice that Ruiyi was going to shoot an interior scene, and the location was the studio of Ruiyi's head office.

On the day of filming, Zhang Yan woke up early without being urged by an assistant. She consciously dressed herself up like a flower peacock, and went to the road of determination to arrange her hair in the rearview mirror from time to time.

The assistant, Xiao Cai, leaned close to Ah Wen's ear mysteriously and whispered, "Sister Wen, brother Yan is not quite normal today."

"If you want to die, don't ask too many questions"

A Wen gestured to wipe his neck, and Xiao Cai immediately shut his mouth tightly.

The interior photographer is still Ken, and the two have gotten along well during the three days of exterior shooting, and the shooting went very smoothly.

"OK!" Ken flipped through the photos in the SLR and nodded in satisfaction.

Liu Mingxue on the side also poked her head over and said with a smile.

"Zhang Yan, you were born for the camera, and the effect of the photo is awesome!"

"Where there is nothing." Zhang Yan was modest.

"Don't be humble, big star. Today's plan is completed, and everyone calls it a day!"

With a wave of Ken's hand, the staff greeted each other and dispersed in twos and threes.

Ah Wen and Liu Mingxue checked the itinerary and went to the lounge specially prepared for Zhang Yan to find Zhang Yan. As soon as he opened the door, Ah Wen's smile froze instantly—the small lounge was completely empty, and he should have been waiting in it. Her big star Zhang is missing.

A moment later, Ah Wen's furious roar broke out in the lounge for the umpteenth time since he became Zhang Yan's manager.

"Zhang! Yan! I want to break up with you!"

It's a pity that Zhang Yan couldn't hear his manager's roar from the bottom of his heart. At this time, he was wandering aimlessly in Ruiyi Company.

He didn't wear a mask to cover it up. Many people recognized him. They may have been instructed by their superiors. They only poked their heads behind the computer and carefully took out their mobile phones to face him, but no one came up.

He felt like a new thing that strayed into someone else's territory by mistake, and was baptized by countless eyes but didn't fit in. He could only wander around, waiting for someone to stop him.

He came to find Mu Zheng.

There was no sign of Mu Zheng in the morning's shooting, and the expectations for a few days were in vain. It would be a lie to say that he was not disappointed.In fact, I guessed that Mu Zheng was not around when shooting the location. Mu Zheng should not be responsible for the promotion, so he will not participate in the shooting. Every employee of this kind of big company is like a spinning top, and he has no intention of watching any promotional shooting. Bar.

Although he can find any employee at random and ask "Which office is that good-looking man named Mu Zheng with a cold temperament?" Maybe it's the self-esteem of a big man in his heart that is at work, and he believes stubbornly, just like in countless During the countless days and months of endorsement invitations, but on the day when Mu Zheng had just returned to China to report for work, he would be able to meet again in this company.

He comforted himself in this way in his heart, but Zhang Yan still couldn't help cursing:

"Dead Mu Zheng!"

"Zhang Yan?" asked in a low voice behind someone behind him.

Zhang Yan was overjoyed, but turned around and found that it was a man wearing glasses whom he didn't know.

The man with glasses looked at Zhang Yan and his face sank when he saw him, swallowed his saliva, and said cautiously:

"You are Zhang Yan who sings, right? My wife is your loyal fan. Can I get an autograph for my wife?"

The man with glasses was obviously a very shy person, and he had the courage to ask for an autograph for his wife.

Zhang Yan felt that the man with eyes in front of him was very cute, so he said cheerfully:

"Okay, where to sign?"

"Just in this notebook, I have a pen here."

Zhang Yan took the pen and paper, signed his name on the paper chicly, thought for a while, and then asked the man in glasses;

"Is there anything you want to say to your wife? I wrote it together."

"No need, just sign your name."

The man in glasses was very flattered, he rubbed his hands to see Zhang Yan wrote a few more words of thanks in his notebook, suddenly his eyes lit up, and he waved fiercely behind Zhang Yan.

"Manager Mu! Here, here."

Zhang Yan, who was lowering his head to sign, heard the sensitive ears of the word "Mu", and quickly turned his head. At the other end of the corridor, Mu Zheng was holding a stack of documents in his hand, and he was walking towards this side quickly when he heard the call of the man with glasses.

"I'm going to look for you, you should take a look at the information first..."

The following words stopped abruptly when the man in front of the glasses man turned his head. He had just seen this face not long ago, so this time Mu Zheng asked directly without having to think about it.

"Zhang Yan? Why are you here?" After asking, he laughed to himself, "By the way, I'm busy. You are the spokesperson of our new series. Are you here to shoot the promotion?"

Zhang Yan's heart is no longer what can be described as gold falling from the sky, but his face is still serious.

"Well. Today is the first day, and the filming is over. I walked around and met you again. What a coincidence."

Mu Zheng loves half a head more than Zhang Yan. He and Zhang Yang said that he would raise his head slightly. At this time, he tilted his head halfway, and the thin bangs cast light and shadow on his eyes. He squinted and sighed from his beautiful thin Fly out of the lips. ,

"It's really a coincidence that we met both times."

Zhang Yan didn't notice that there was a strange sigh hidden in his words, he was still in joy, he felt that this name tag was too damn valuable.

"Since we met, do you want to have a cup of coffee and chat?"

Here, Mu Zheng hasn't answered yet, the man in glasses, who has been unable to get in his mouth, whispers to Mu Zheng first: "Manager Mu, we have a meeting later..."

At the same time, Ah Wen finally arrived with a mighty army.

"Zhang—yan—wanted, rushed, communicated, reported!"

"No," Mu Zheng shrugged helplessly, "None of us have time to drink coffee now, goodbye."

After speaking, he left with the man in glasses.

"Zhang Yan, why are you in a daze, let's go, it's easy to get stuck in traffic now."

Ah Wen, who had killed Zhang Yan, grabbed his arm and walked away. While staggering, Zhang Yan kept turning his head and staring at Mu Zheng's back as he walked further and further away.

Mu Zheng's back was slender and well-proportioned, and he talked to the man with glasses while walking, until he disappeared around the corner and never looked back.

The nanny car left Ruiyi Company and sped onto the road. On the same road, it was full of expectations when it left last time, but this time it was full of melancholy.

"Ugh--"

Zhang Yan put his hands behind his head and let out a tenth sigh.

"Awen, do you think he didn't see me on purpose? He knew I was in his company, but he didn't come to see me..."

"You were really good friends before?"

"Well, we used to be really good."

Hearing the obvious frustration in these words, Ah Wen was silent for a while, and said: "Brother Yan, don't think about it, maybe you are just too busy. Actually, I already asked about it when you were filming today. He is the prince who came to experience life among the people, and the father of his group boss asked him to come to a subsidiary company to experience life."

"Ah? Mu Zheng is actually the heir of the group?" Zhang Yan bounced up and moved in front of Ah Wen's seat, showing no sign of frustration just now.

Awen gave him a suspicious look: "You don't even know your friend's family background?"

Unexpectedly, Zhang Yan nodded resignedly: "I really don't know, his father is busy with work and leaves him alone at his house every day, and he doesn't see him a few times a year, and he doesn't want to talk about his family affairs. I always thought that Uncle Mu was just the boss of an ordinary company."

"Well, let me trust you." Arwen continued, "He is now determined to be the product manager, mainly in charge of another series of products, so of course it is impossible to follow our shooting, and the prince is probably eager to prove that Myself, I have taken care of a lot of things for myself, and I am so busy that I don’t have time to drink water every day, so don’t expect to find you to catch up on the old days.”

"Why do you keep calling him Prince?" Zhang Yan expressed dissatisfaction with this title.

Awen spread his hands: "Their company calls it that in private."

"Then, my all-powerful manager, beautiful woman Awen, can you help me get Mu Zheng's mobile phone number?"

Arwen was unmoved by this apparent dogleg.

"How could their prince's mobile phone number be given to anyone casually?"

"... I accept the previous words, you are just a dead woman who only knows how to eat."

After finishing speaking, he leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes to fall asleep, keeping his manager's teeth and claws out of his eyelids.

The author has something to say: Zhang Yan's heart; dead Mu Zheng, if you don't look for me, I won't look for you either, but chance encounters don't count, hum!