After transmigrating the book, I will fry cp with the protagonist

The two sides ended their talks in a peaceful atmosphere. Yun Chu saw that the time was almost up, so he stood up and said goodbye to Xie's family: "Uncle, Aunt, Brother, I'm bothering you today."

Jiang Wan smiled very kindly: "Don't bother me, don't bother me, if Xiaoyun is free in the future, he will often come to my house to play."

Xie Xi showed a hypocritical smirk: "Yun Yingdi is so busy, there shouldn't be too many opportunities to come to our house, right?"

Then he stretched out his hand very politely, as if to see off the guest.

Yun Chu was not annoyed, bent down and whispered to Xie Yun: "Come out with me."

Although Xie Yun was surprised, he still nodded.

Then the family watched their youngest son chase him out eagerly.

The old father was still a little sad: "The son I have raised for 19 years seems to have to be taken care of by others."

Xie Xi looked at his father with cold eyes and felt sad, obviously he was the one who really brought up his younger brother with shit and urine, yet he didn't say anything.

When the two arrived at the door, Xie Yun asked suspiciously, "Mr. Yun, is there anything else?"

Yun Chu tricked him out, but couldn't think of any good reason for a while, so he asked him, "Have you arranged the work for the next year?"

Qi Yue was in charge of Xie Yun's affairs. For a while, he really didn't know what kind of jobs he would have in the next year, so he could only scratch his head: "It should be...arranged."

Yun Chu rubbed his head, and changed the subject again: "Did you sleep well last night?"

"It's good!" As soon as he said this, Xie Yun started to feel embarrassed again, and thanked him again in a small voice, "Thank you, Teacher Yun, for taking me in last night."

Yun Chu smiled lowly: "You're welcome, if you sleep well, you can continue to stay here in the future."

I can give you the key.

When he spoke, his warm breath gently brushed against Xie Yun's ears, making Xie Yun's ears turn red.

These words were too intimate, Xie Yun's faltering straight man's heart was severely shaken, he took a step back, very honestly: "No need, no need, this is too troublesome."

Yun Chu didn't continue to tease him, but pulled his clothes for him, and said, "Go back, it's cold outside."

In the evening, while watching the Spring Festival Gala with the whole family on the sofa, Xie Yun took the time to give Qi Yue a red envelope.

Qi Yue's reply was quick: "Thank you, Dad! Happy New Year, Dad!"

The title is very shameless, and the typical money is dad.

Xie Yun was chatting with him on WeChat while looking up at the TV. The show happened to be broadcast to the part of Lingyue. The little girl wore a goose yellow dress and ended the performance. Do you think I am good-looking? Then pay attention to "Ruji" which will be broadcast next year, I have a lot of roles in it, let you watch it enough!"

The audience was very face-saving and shouted in unison: "Okay, I will definitely support it!"

Seeing that Lingyue is still working hard during the Chinese New Year, Xie Yun compared the two, and felt that he was indeed a bit too salty.

He reflected for a while, poked open Qi Yue's head again, and asked about his plans for the next year.

Unexpectedly, Qi Yue replied to him in a very bachelor way: "There is no arrangement."

Perhaps because he felt that this sentence was too detrimental to his status as a gold medal agent, he quickly added another sentence: "As long as you are willing to work, I will arrange for you immediately."

Although Xie Yun is an artist under his command, he is the son of his boss after all. The little prince wants salted fish, so naturally he can't force him to work.

Xie Yun: ...What kind of image do I have in your eyes when I don't know?

Qi Yue thought about the big red envelope he just received, and decided to comfort his artiste.

Gold Medal Manager Qi Yue: As long as you don't get together with Emperor Yun, it's quite easy to take you with you.

Xie Yun: I think the red envelope just now was too big.

Gold Medal Manager Qi Yue: You are the most energetic, promising, hardworking artist I have ever seen.

……

Xie Yun turned off the phone, not wanting to talk to this bad manager.

At midnight, Xie Yun clicked on Weibo to pay New Year's greetings to his fans, and went back to his room to sleep when he couldn't bear it anymore.

That night, Xie Yun had a very strange dream.

He got his wish and dreamed of a beautiful girl.

The girl was wearing a white gauze skirt that was longer than her ankles, standing in a hazy mist, her face could not be seen clearly, only a pair of clear and cold eyes fell on him like fire, burning all the way open.

Xie Yun walked over uncontrollably.

Then he kissed a bright red tear mole under the girl's right eye.

Xie Yun vaguely felt that this girl was somewhat familiar, but the person in the dream was not so clear-headed, and Xie Yun was dazzled by the ecstasy that he was still a straight man...

Confused and confused, dry firewood and fire.

Then undressed...

Xie Yun was woken up the next morning by fright.

He hurried to the bathroom to take a shower, changed his clothes, and still hadn't recovered.

The alarm clock had just pointed to five o'clock, and it was still dark outside the window.

On the first day of the new year, Xie Yun silently made a decision in his heart.

The blind date should be put on the agenda.

He must have been single for a long time to have such a terrible dream!

After several days in a row, Xie Yun was listless.

Xie Xi sent Xie Ying and his wife away, turned his head to deal with his younger brother, packed them up and threw them at Qi Yue, and then returned to the company to continue working hard.

Qi Yue received a lot of scripts during this period, although most of them were divine dramas rolling in the sky, it was absolutely impossible for Xie Yun to act them, but Xie Yun picked them up and read them as sand sculpture novels.

By the time Qi Yue finished his work and finally remembered to take care of his own artists, Xie Yun had already finished reading most of the Leiju scripts in his hands, and he was quite obsessed.

Qi Yue anxiously asked Xie Yun's opinion on these scripts. Xie Yun opened a bag of potato chips and was eating happily. Hearing this, he raised his head and commented pertinently: "It's very fun."

Although there is no artistic value, at least it can bring happiness to people, and the entertainment value is quite high.

He thought for a while, and added: "I think I can challenge it. Just the man with a handsome face who is proficient in [-] foreign languages ​​and has mastered the lifeline of the global economy. The persona is really...too amazing."

Qi Yue: "...how about this, you'd better continue to salt fish at home."

Xie Yun expressed dissatisfaction: "Although these stories are a little novel, they are the youth of thousands of girls!"

Thousands of Girls: No, no, no, we won't take the blame.

Qi Yue: ... God damn youth.

I always feel that my hair has lost a lot since the start of work in the new year.

Qi Yue directly packed the person and the script and threw them out: "Youth drama, right? I'll find it for you right now, and you can calm down for me these two days!"

The author has something to say: I must change my schedule tomorrow

感谢在2019-12-2902:11:14~2019-12-3003:04:05期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 Yunyun;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 19017927, 1 plum;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 4 bottles of Qianwei; (:-) 2 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!