Are there still straight people in the fashion circle?

Mi Hao bit the steak and listened to Qian Zhang's gossip while eating, thinking that Li Li would definitely work harder if she was here.

A young student had a problem with the manager who was assigned to him, and almost got into a fight with him at the company; a certain veteran actor wanted to support his distant niece, but he never expected that the other party had such a temper that he offended the makeup artist and stylist at the same time; So-and-so satellite TV was going to hold a talent show jointly with them, and broadcast it live on the Internet platform by the way, but Qian Zhang smashed his phone into the sofa: "The primary election is a bunch of rotten fish and rotten shrimp! I really hope they don't bother with the talent show in the future, now Where is the era of the draft, it was almost ten years earlier... What's going on!"

The Xingshan Performing Arts Brokerage Company where Qian Zhang works has a specialization in the art industry, and it is in the direction of TV drama production. In the early years, it has made many high-profile conscience dramas, and most of its artists are film and television stars who have experienced drama experience.In recent years, the audience has shifted, criminal investigation and war have gradually become less popular, and social ethics have also gone downhill. However, the fantasy of court costumes is getting stronger and stronger, so I signed some fresh meat and flowers back.Nowadays, the actress Yu Yan who can be regarded as the top-notch, the romantic boy Jiang Chen who can barely meet the traffic standard, and the rest are all those who have to depend on their fate besides being admired.But if you don't pick it up, you can't pick it up, and there are many things in it.

Mi Hao looked at Brother Cheng's expression of interest, and thought that the facts prove that everyone likes gossip, not only ordinary people like himself are willing to listen to it, but even Cheng Ganrui is willing to listen.

"The talent show is gone. Reality shows have been very popular in the past few years, but I have learned about the same." Qian Zhang took a sip of his drink: "Who knows what will be popular in the future? Even Yu Yan has participated in parent-child shows recently... But anyway, she These two months are also free, I just filmed a TV series a while ago, and I took a two-day break. By the way, when she was on your cover interview, she brought two sentences about reality shows, soft and soft."

While Qian Zhang was talking, seeing that Cheng Qianrui and Mi Hao didn't talk much, he felt a little off: "Hey, old Cheng, why don't you talk for a rare meal?"

Cheng Ganrui pushed Pudding in front of Mi Hao, and said with a smile, "Aren't you talking, I'll listen."

"Bullshit is a two-way communication, so what's the point of talking on my own." Qian Zhang threw his phone on the table, leaned back and asked him, "Tell me how you're doing now." , just listening to others say that you are tired enough... you won't really be beaten to death by Zhao Zongyao, right?"

Mi Hao ate his head in suspense, pretending that he didn't hear.

Cheng Qianrui didn't shy away from it, instead he smiled and said, "Uncle Zhao is kind to me."

"You're welcome?" Qian Zhang cocked his legs and dug his ears: "He's not considered a relative of your family for a long time, and calling him uncle is considered a compliment... He was born as a poor man in his early years, so he criticized something."

The corners of Cheng Qianrui's lips raised slightly: "Thirty years ago, the two of us might not be as bloody as him."

Qian Zhang curled his lips: "The times are different. Even though he was one of the best in terms of ability and eyesight 30 years ago, he is still an old man now. Don't try to compare yourself with the old generation. Think about the good luck we cast. You can do it, but I... can lie down but don’t sit, can sit but don’t stand, the creed of life is as simple as that.”

Cheng Qianrui said: "But he hasn't done it very well in the past two years... We are in business, not charity." He lowered his head and hid his sharp eyes: "One cannot refuse to obey one's old age."

"How do you know he's not doing charity? Of course he's doing charity, but the people who voted for it were little girls." Qian Zhang glanced at him: "Don't tell me, you and your dad are not the same for the crap he did. You know? In the past two years, he was still looking for film and television dramas, and he reached out to Xingshan. In the past two years, he has also been interested in online dramas and new media, and the models have been touched a lot, right? People say that Jiang is still old and hot, He is not afraid of breaking his own waist with this piece of old ginger."

Mi Hao quickly lowered his head.In fact, Zhao Zongyao outsourced artist models and other things. There have been rumors in "Pioneer" for a long time, but other people just listened to the excitement and didn't have any real meaning.Now that he heard the high-level gossip so truthfully, he hurriedly put on the appearance of eating hard, so as not to catch the fire at the city gate and harm the fish in the pond.

A wet towel came over to wipe off the black pepper juice on the back of his hand.

Mi Hao trembled, and looked up to see Cheng Ganrui's face: "...Cheng...Brother Cheng?"

The other party smiled gently: "Eat slowly, don't rush."

He subconsciously felt a little hairy: "Hmm..."

I don't know if it was his illusion, Qian Zhang and Cheng Ganrui didn't talk much about work in the second half of the trip, and the topic turned to games and entertainment, and the atmosphere immediately relaxed a lot.After eating at seven o'clock, Qian Zhang said, "My buddy is gone" and went straight to the underground garage. Mi Hao bought two cups of milk tea and stood on the side of the road waiting for Cheng Qianrui.

In early spring, the temperature returns, and nights are not as cold as before.Mi Hao put the phone back into his pocket, held the milk tea to warm his hands, and yawned sleepily.

Cheng Ganrui walked around, picked Mi Hao into the car, and asked, "Are you full?"

Touching his bulging belly, Mi Hao choked up a little: "Uh, I feel full."

Cheng Ganrui stopped the car at the red light, and turned to look at his sharpened chin: "Really, I'm not full."

Mi Hao's face was full of black lines: "Recently, I have gained five catties... Brother Cheng, can't you see it? Sister Mai and the others all say that I am fat, but you still think I am not full."

Cheng Ganrui smiled and said softly, "Really? I didn't see it."

Mi Hao quickly shook his head: "I didn't see anything... Anyway, I remember to eat less."

Cheng Qianrui looked over with squinted eyes, and Mi Hao read a few words out of it, "But you didn't eat less".

The atmosphere fell into silence for a while.

After more than twenty seconds, Cheng Ganrui suddenly said: "Is it really fat? Let me touch it."

Mi Hao felt that he should be half mature, and he would even steam after covering for a while.Unfortunately...ah no, luckily the red light is counting down and is about to turn green—"Brother Cheng, drive hard and don't pinch my flesh!"

Mi Hao is sure that Cheng Ganrui wants to raise himself as a pig.

When the car reached the community park near the alley, he hurriedly yelled to stop: "Brother Cheng, Brother Cheng! Just come here, I'll walk back."

Cheng Ganrui stepped on the brake and leaned against the side of the road, but did not unlock the door: "Why do you get off here? Drive over and get closer."

Mi Hao whispered: "I want to take a walk, I'm too full..."

Cheng Ganrui let out a "huh" and said seriously: "Let's go together then, I'll take you home."

If it was considered a possible joke among straight men just now, the straight ball's "send you home" this time is completely out of the scope of Mi Hao's normal understanding. His face is dyed red visible to the naked eye. The heart was beating so fast that the little deer almost died in it.

"...Ah, eh?...Ah?"

Cheng Ganrui looked at his little assistant groping for the doorknob with his soft legs in confusion, and said with a smile: "I feel full too, take a walk?"

Mi Hao took a deep breath and regained his soul: "...Okay."

He bit his lip, the half-sugar silk stocking milk tea was too sweet.

Cheng Ganrui, in suits and leather shoes, and his little assistant slipped a corner in the dimly lit park of the old community, and successfully attracted the attention of a group of aunts and uncles who danced at night, and won awards such as "I can tell you how to look", "Good looks", "Appearance" and so on. Some comments.Mi Hao is in a complicated mood, why don't you compliment me when I pass here usually...

Cheng Ganrui sent him downstairs and went back. Mi Hao touched his beating heart and took out the key to open the door.

Dive into the sofa.

After scrolling through Moments for a while, Mi Hao suddenly felt something was wrong.The WeChat group of the new media department... There is no new news.

No matter how busy they are usually, Li Li and Mai Xinyao will say a few words in it, such as what dinner they had today, new cards drawn from mobile games, and so on.

He clicked on the discussion group, and it showed that the last conversation was two days ago.