The winner is crowned king [entertainment circle]

Wen Qing chose a good place, Xiang Ling arrived first, and sat in a seat next to the wooden spiral staircase, from which he could see everyone who pushed the door and entered.

Chanel, a famous brand; Versace, a famous brand, everyone who pushes the door has one or two famous brands on their bodies or hands. They walk coquettishly, with proud eyebrows and eyes, which fit the theme of this western restaurant. , is stunning.

The waiter first served Xiang Ling a glass of drink. Xiang Ling stretched out two fingers and said that there were two people. The waiter nodded and brought another glass of fruit drink later.

As soon as the waiter left, Wen Qing walked all the way with the holy spirit shining thousands of miles away, pulled the stool in front of Xiang Ling and sat down, his movements were smooth and smooth, not stained with dust, almost all the ladies sitting next to him selflessly dedicated their admiring eyes to him body.

The charm of a man in Wen Qing is stable yet elegant and romantic, and his voice and appearance all reflect this.

"What would you like to eat?" he asked.

Xiang Ling smoothly pushed the menu on the side to Wen Qing and said, "Listen to you."

Wen Qing took the menu, casually flipped through two pages, and asked, "Don't you want to choose?"

Xiang Ling blinked and said, "Don't eat coriander."

Wen Qing laughed happily and said, "Okay, waiter, two fillet steaks, medium rare, how about you?"

Xiang Ling: "It's fully cooked."

"Compared to you, I'm a person who likes blood." Wen Qing smiled.

Xiang Ling's eyes were rubbed with tiny bits of light, like shining jewels treasured in a storage box, they were extremely beautiful.

"Boss Wen was joking, rather than bloody, bloody is more suitable for you."

Wen Qing's eyes under the light are like a curious hunter, the sharp light reveals the pursuit of the bottom-up hunt.

"Most of them say you've changed, whether it's your speech or your personality."

Xiang Ling was quite interested and asked, "Then I used to..."

"It used to be a coquettish bitch, but now it's a scheming city." Wen Qing said.

Xiang Ling was stunned for a moment, then smiled for a while and said, "That's considered progress."

The scariest thing about a person is not wearing a worthless label, but that you keep wearing the same label, which means that a person does not climb to a high place, but goes down with the current and drifts with the current.

How you have become, aside from talking about it, the most obvious achievement is that others find that you have changed. This is the first stage of getting others to change their opinions.

"You don't seem to care about other people's irresponsible remarks. Why, do you not care or give up struggling?"

Xiang Ling: "I don't live for them. I don't care what others say. Everyone has a different opinion. It's rare that people who have met me don't have a good impression of me. If I refute them one by one, I will go to sleep. .”

"Then what they said is true, would you like to sleep with me?"

Xiang Ling has seen a lot of romantic scenes, so he was not too surprised by what he said, but only slightly teased: "Boss Wen thinks highly of me."

"How to say."

Xiang Ling was helpless: "I'm not good at bed skills."

Wen Qing laughed out loud, and could vaguely see the glint of laughter from the corners of his eyes. At any rate, Wen Qing was the first boss of a company to smile so disrespectfully.

Xiang Ling waited quietly for him to finish laughing. Wen Qing held the cup by the stem, shook the cup in his hand, and said, "In your capacity, it's easy to make people think that you are playing hard to get and pretending to be innocent."

People in Chujiang who have gone through the romantic place, how can they be incapable of bed skills, no one will believe it if they say it.

Xiang Ling didn't refute, but raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

He has never even touched a woman's hand in his whole life, let alone slept in bed. Even during the days when he and Ji Ruohe were together, they didn't dare to cross the threshold. Even holding hands on the road, passers-by would be nervous Let go of the opponent's hand.

"Anyway, I'm not in a hurry. The validity period of our contract can be extended until the end of the episode. It's still a long time."

Xiang Ling played with the knife and fork in his hand, and when he heard this sentence, he was serious and elegant: "Boss Wen, the contract is only about the interest relationship, and the only interest relationship I understand is money. But I don't have the ability to give you profits, if it's something else, will Boss Wen go too far?"

"So you disagree?"

"I never agreed."

There was a lot of people in the restaurant, but their table fell into silence.

Wen Qing vainly wanted to see greed or other tradable expressions in Xiang Ling's eyes, but all he saw was an unyielding insistence.

In the end, it was he who broke the silence: "Mr. Chu, don't worry, I just want to invite you out to play occasionally, don't worry."

The steak in front of Xiang Ling didn't move a few bites, he said to Wen Qing: "Boss Wen, the company still has something to do, I'll go back first."

Wen Qing put down the knife and fork, and said, "I'll see you off."

"Need not."

"I'll see you off." He repeated.

Sitting in Wen Qing's car, traveling through the city at night, looking at the neon lights everywhere, the river is surging, pedestrians are in a hurry, the melancholy of being alone is like a poison that recurs every once in a while, and the heartache hits periodically.

In this city, I am probably the only one left.

The people around him, the people in his mind, all regarded himself as another person, how could he purify all the bad words from so many people, he was only strong enough with the remaining branch of the peach blossom blooming in his heart.

He didn't know when the peach blossom would break and wither.

And what happens when it withers.

Wen Qing sent him to the door of his house, got out of the car to say goodbye to him, Wen Qing also opened the car door, and kissed Xiang Ling on the forehead smiling politely.

Gently touching it is like a butterfly kissing a flower.

Not far away, Ji Ruohe's car was parked there.

-

After Wen Qing left, Xiang Ling touched his forehead and smiled wryly.

Turning around, Ji Ruohe got off the car seat, leaned against the car door, and looked at him.

"Mr. Ji?!"

Ji Ruohe's voice was cold: "Have you had fun?"

"I... What's the matter?" Xiang Ling avoided his eyes.

Ji Ruohe said: "Tomorrow, the boss of Shuanghua Subsidiary will meet with you. I will inform you about the time."

"Okay." Xiang Ling nodded, Ji Ruohe got into the car, started the engine, and drove away without a trace, leaving only a faint white smoke at the place where the car was originally parked.

Staring at the place where he left, Xiang Ling let out a deep breath of hot air, his vision blurred, and then he turned and went upstairs to go home.

The temperature at home is always much higher than the temperature outside. Xiang Ling took off his coat, turned on the heater at the faucet, waited until the temperature was about the same, and washed his face.

He looked up at himself in the mirror, water droplets slid down his chin along the corners of his brows, his eyes were slightly opened, and his lips were bright red from the moisture of the hot water.

It can be described as coquettish, but Xiang Ling knows that this is not himself.

Isn't it a waste to give such a beautiful face to a sophisticated self who doesn't understand?If the owner of this body is still alive, will he regret it, will he be annoyed that he has gone to hell instead of himself.

If it was Xiang Ling, he would definitely regret it, let alone others.

Xiang Ling tidied up his mind, tidied himself up, washed away the tiredness of the day, climbed into the warm bed early, and was just about to lie down when the phone turned on.

Ji Ruohe sent a message to tell him the time and place of the meeting of old friends tomorrow.

A high-end hotel box, seven o'clock in the evening.

Xiang Ling really wanted to ask, in what capacity did he attend this meeting with strangers, was he an employee of Lingmei, but Lingmei's employees were as numerous as stars, so it was unnecessary for him to go.

A small thing made Xiang Ling think a lot. He was not a cranky person, but he was alone for a long time, and he could only communicate with himself.

In the past, when they had first love, they chatted lonely, went out to play, and did what all couples do, except that they couldn't show their affection openly. In fact, Xiang Ling was already very satisfied at that time.

We have been separated for eight years since our first love, and Xiang Ling is no longer young. He is 25 years old and will be 26 soon.

There was a popular saying in youth that year, we will no longer be young in the future, and we will no longer be as brave as before. Time has accumulated emotions, amazed time, and warmed the years.Cherish it well, the sweetheart in front of you.

We are all grown-ups, and there are many youthful and frivolous emotions that we can’t express, not because of other reasons, but because of embarrassment, if you have a chance to say it, you won’t say it.

If spring is missed, withering will wither.

Xiang Ling turned off the phone, put down the pillow, and fell asleep with his eyes closed.

-

The general manager of Shuanghua Subsidiary is Ji Ruohe's cousin, the child of his father and brother, who is two years younger than him. He is 28 years old this year. There are quite a few little girls, but most of them are just for fun. Everyone is in the same circle and understands the rules.

This time, not only Ji Ruohe, but also outstanding and successful people from various industries came to his old friend meeting. The teenager was a classmate, but they hadn't seen each other for many years. This time we met, weeping and embracing each other, refusing to let go.

Xiang Ling came here on a whim, it's not good to be old too soon, not to mention he doesn't know these people yet.

When Xiang Ling arrived, he searched around for Ji Ruohe's figure. Just as he saw his back, his eyes locked on another person. Like so many times, it was Duan Kongqing.

The two of them standing together can be described in one word as pleasing to the eye.

Ji Ruohe didn't care about Xiang Ling, and was dragged by his cousin to chatter here and there, so Xiang Ling sat in a corner by himself, watching the crowd, without speaking, and didn't need to say hello.

About half an hour later, a young man came over and asked Xiang Ling: "You are Chu Jiang, my cousin asked you to sit here, and the food will be served soon, why are you sitting here?"

Xiang Ling chuckled, nodded and said yes.

At the dinner table, Xiang Ling couldn't integrate into their world at all. This was a reunion between their old friends. He was really an eyesore as an outsider. Except for moving his chopsticks, he never moved again.

No one pays attention to him, those people haven't seen in years, like crazy, drinking, game punishment drinking.

The general manager of the host, Shuanghua, was naturally forced to drink. He drank too much, and his speech was unobtrusive. He put his arms around Duan Kongqing who was beside Ji Ruohe and said drunkly: "Brother, you are so handsome, your eyes are still so Well, the taste hasn't changed."

The friends around him seemed to have grasped the point of the words, and booed: "What hasn't changed, you still know that your brother likes people's tastes?"

He hiccupped: "I don't know, my brother liked a little boy before, he didn't know what to do, he was dumped by my brother, look at this little boy, he looks a bit like the one back then..."

Ji Ruohe said coldly, "Zisheng!"

Zisheng got excited, and in order to prove that he knew about Ji Ruohe's past, he asked Ji Ruohe to talk about his past and his first love to silence these people.

Xiang Ling's heart trembled violently, his eyelashes fluttered slightly, and his lips were pursed tightly. He really wanted to find a place to hide now. He didn't want to hear Ji Ruohe talk about the past, let alone hear anything about the past from him.

Those things were like a scabbed scar, and he didn't want to tear the scab off when it was still not healed, and present it bloody in front of him again.