After marrying into a wealthy family, I became popular

The moment Wei Wen heard "married" these two, his heart stopped beating.

Clenching his fists unconsciously, he suddenly raised his head to look at Xia Chan.

A pair of black and white eyes twinkled like torches, his expression was in a trance, he spoke incoherently, and his voice was trembling at the end: "Sister Chan, can you repeat that? What are they arranging? Who wants to get married?"

Xia Chan hadn't recovered from the shock yet, staring at the screen, said mechanically: "President Qi, I want to arrange a contractual marriage with you, and the company wants to arrange a marriage."

Wei Wen took a few deep breaths, forcing his brain to quickly resume operation after a two-second shutdown.

Why does Qi Xiao want to get married?And Wei Wen? ——Wei Wen is me? ...

Wow, what a magical world!

The young starlet suddenly felt difficult to breathe, the air in the rehearsal room was too fresh, and he urgently needed to go out to breathe some haze.

Xia Chan couldn't see Wei Wen's appearance of losing his five souls, so he turned off the screen of the phone and threw it into his bag. He slowed down his tone, and comforted him:

"Don't worry, you haven't made a final decision yet, Mr. Zhu just let me know in advance... If you really don't want to, I will try to talk to them again. After all, marriage is a big deal, even if it is The top management of the company can't just make decisions for you, right..."

Wei Wen heard this and looked at Xia Chan urgently.

His throat moved up and down, and he felt a little hard to say, but he still bite the bullet and said cautiously: "I am not unwilling, get married, I... I am willing."

Xia Chan looked suspicious, did she frighten her brain?

Wei Wen lowered his eyelids slightly again, trying not to look so groggy, and added a sentence trying to cover up: "After all, I have caused such a bad influence on the company, and I should bear this responsibility."

"It's not a matter of responsibility or not... Sigh..." After all, Xia Chan couldn't bear the fact that she was the artist she brought up with her own hands. She walked over, sat down on the bench next to Wei Wen, and sighed heavily. He breathed a sigh of relief: "Xiaowei, you never know what marriage means... Sigh, why don't we think about it for another 5 minutes?"

5 minutes, isn't it too hasty? ——No, Xia Chan felt that she had done her best.

As a professional manager, as long as Xia Chan's brain circuit is the same as that of the general public, she must wish that Wei Wen immediately agreed to the company's request for a contract marriage.

By that time, there must be top-level treatment and resources coming one after another.She no longer needs to be exposed to the wind and sun, wear stars and moon, and travel around. She only needs to sit in the studio, drink coffee, and paint her nails to make a lot of money, become a blockbuster, and make a fortune every day.

However, thinking about Wei Wen from the perspective of a confidant old sister, Xia Chan knew clearly that the negative effects of doing so would be horrific.

Using marriage as an exchange will definitely leave scars that can never be erased in his acting career.It's only been a few years since she was able to achieve success. After the divorce, she lost everything, and if she wanted to transform, it would be difficult to reach the blue sky!It is even very possible that life will be burdened by this marriage, and there will be no chance of happiness...

This kid, after all, is only in his early twenties, too young.

Xia Chan gritted her teeth and was almost moved by her integrity: "Wei Wen, I won't force you, think again... To be honest, I don't think getting married is the best choice. With your current conditions, if you leave Ling Xiao Media, if you leave me, there may not be no way out..."

"Sister Chan, I've made up my mind! I'm clear about how much ridicule, ridicule and even abuse I'll have to face after the contract expires..." Wei Wen pursed his lips. Keeping it on your knees, with your head slightly down, your voice is soft but firm:

"...but our circle is so cruel, isn't it? I never had to choose...you always let me take the initiative. I think it's a good deal to exchange a short marriage for a few years of good life of."

"Okay then, it's settled!" Xia Chan slapped her knee, no longer being pretentious.

The friendship is real, and so are the interests.Wei Wen herself was willing to die, what would Xia Chan not be willing to bury: "Tell me, what do you want?"

"Request?" Wei Wen was a little confused.

"Yes! Although you did not do this properly, Mr. Qi is not without responsibility. Contract marriage, in the final analysis, is to wipe other people's ass..."

"Sister Chan, can you open your mouth and keep your ass up?" Wei Wen muttered softly as his eyes fell between his legs.

Xia Chan didn't bother to talk to him, and continued to speak earnestly: "So they are the beneficiaries. How much money do you want? How many resources do you want? Do you want the company's equity?... You can ask for it!"

Wei Wen's expression was still a little dazed, he looked at Xia Chan blankly, and subconsciously said: "I...I didn't ask..."

"You?!..." Xia Chan was dumbfounded, and was almost outraged by his understatement.

Wei Wen turned his eyes away guiltily.

He really didn't ask for anything!

That's Qi Xiaohe!Worshiping the male god who has been secretly in love with for more than ten years, and has a deep friendship with himself that has licked the screen and masturbated countless times!He is willing to marry himself, no matter it is true or not, no matter it is three or five years, it is enough for him to hold this memory, happy, sweet, and live the rest of his life to the fullest.

What does it mean to lose life after separation?That's clearly the unfinished to be continued!

So, what kind of existence is Qi Xiaohe to Wei Wen?

Childhood idol?Is it the girl of my dreams?Is it electricity, light, or air?

Let's put it this way, Wei Wen has been cautious for more than 20 years, and he has done two willful things in the first half of his life: one is that when he was 18 years old, he secretly applied for the film school behind the back of his family; When he was a freshman in college, he rejected the invitation of a well-known studio and signed a labor contract with Lingxiao Entertainment Media to squeeze employees.

These two things are all for Qi Xiaohe - of course, no one in the world knows except himself.

Xia Chan glared at Wei Wen resentfully, lamenting his misfortune, but angrily saying:

"Why do you still act like a primary school student after staying in the entertainment industry for so many years? You're so stupid!...Forget it, I'll talk, and I promise I won't treat you badly!"

In the CEO's office, Xue Huan and Song Mao were still sparing no effort to bombard Qi Xiaohe indiscriminately and took turns to persuade him. The central idea was: This is a disaster caused by oneself, you have to admit it, and you can't be cowardly.A true warrior must dare to face a bleak marriage!

"Married? Still a man?" Qi Xiaohe is usually in a state of chaos, but this time he almost jumped up from the sofa. It can be seen that the impact of Xue Huan's request is comparable to Marvel's special effects:

"This is impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"Only in this way can you restore your precarious public image to the greatest extent, and also allow fans to regain confidence in Zhao Media. After all, the government just passed the same-sex marriage law. Is your hot search going against the organization?..." Assistant Song Mr. Mao answered cautiously: "After all, you have had a lot of sex these days..."

"Is there no other way, can't take legal channels? Yes, call the police! I want to sue them! Sue them to death!" Qi Xiaohe thumped the table heavily: "Sue the magazine, sue the media! Sue them for defamation, spreading rumor!"

"Yes, but it's useless!" Xue Huan waved his hand to stop Song Mao's about to say, and said coldly: "The legal department must collect a lot of materials and evidence, and it doesn't take time? The public security organs have to file a case from trial to trial, such a long process Process, no time? Do you think you can afford it?!"

Qi Xiaohe's face has turned iron blue.

Xue Huan didn't take it seriously, and continued on his own:

"No one has a complete chance of winning the lawsuit. Even if we are right, there is no guarantee that we will not lose the lawsuit because of an incomplete chain of evidence. Well, even if we win by luck in the end, the long cycle has made us lose the support of fans and netizens. Believe me, at that time, who will care about the court's judgment?"

Qi Xiaohe was an actor himself and the president of a media company.He knew that Xue Huan was right: the most important thing about entertainment events is to attract people's attention, regardless of whether it is true or not, it will be fermented rapidly within two days. If the conflict cannot be resolved within 48 hours of prime time, then it is equal Completely lost the battlefield of public opinion, the consequences are disastrous.

——An avalanche can often start with a breeze, and then the storm that spreads over the surface triggers a butterfly effect and can bring down the entire group.

Sure enough, Xue Huan's next sentence was: "When the news came out at noon, Ling Xiao's stock price had already hit the limit. Thousands of people are waiting to eat..."

Qi Xiaohe frowned and said nothing.

"A happy same-sex marriage, and a positive and sunny partner can really dispel all the rumors." Song Mao stuffed a small dried fish into his mouth, and talked about the matter indistinctly: "Who would believe in love? Men of the same sex have ex-girlfriends? Who would believe that a married man is playing with his feelings? Anyway, I don't believe it!"

Qi Xiaohe was still silent, but the cigarette in his hand was sucked harder, one puff after another, endlessly.

The line of defense in his heart was about to be breached, and he was only short of a goal!

Xue Huan saw the timing, stood up, walked around to Qi Xiaohe's side, and lowered his voice: "Have you forgotten... the old man still holds nearly 40.00% of the group's shares..."

Qi Xiaohe's expression froze suddenly.

At this moment, everyone was waiting for Qi Xiaohe to make a decision.

And be quick.

After all, the enthusiastic people on Weibo next door who are trying their best to gossip and eat melons with their hearts are waiting for no one!

Half a second later, Mr. Qi finally snuffed out the last butt of the cigarette, sighed, resigned himself to his fate and said, "Let's just end it."

"Money and resources are easy to talk about. I only have one request. This Wei Wen must recognize his position and not have any unreasonable thoughts about me."

Both Song Mao and Xue Huan breathed a sigh of relief, they knew what Qi Xiao was afraid of.

"Don't worry, he is definitely a straight man." Xue Huan leaned on the back of the chair with relief, and said affirmatively: "We are also afraid of helping you deal with those endless rotten love affairs. In case another 'ex-girlfriend' 'In that case, wouldn't it be shooting yourself in the foot!"

"Yes, yes, yes! This Wei Wen is straighter than a steel pipe, and he will never love you!" Assistant Mr. Song Mao also laughed and patted his chest to assure.

"Why are you all so sure?" Qi Xiaohe asked suspiciously.

"Hey, look at this... We checked it out a long time ago. He is a good boy with a clean history and good roots..." Song Mao quickly pulled out a few sheets of A4 printing paper from behind and put them in front of Qi Xiaohe, green fluorescent The pen clearly marks the key points in the key parts.

Wei Wen, male, 23 years old, graduated from BJ Film Academy, signed with Zhao Media in 201N.The family background is ordinary, his parents are divorced, his father remarried and has a son, who is 18 years old.Another sister is 3 years old (or an illegitimate daughter)... balabalabala...

Qi Xiao was stunned, his thick sword eyebrows almost twisted into a straight line, his index finger knuckles tapped on the paper material and said: "What do you mean by the brackets?"

"Well...that's the literal meaning..." Song Mao scratched his head and smiled: "There is a three-year-old girl next to Wei Wen, who is photographed by the media every now and then. The official statement is that he is his sister, but he personally Mom was paralyzed on the bed more than ten years ago, and has been living in a nursing home in the United States, how could she give birth to a younger sister for him? And the age is not right."

"Isn't he only 23 years old?" Qi Xiao asked in surprise.

"What's the matter? Boys have this ability when they are teenagers, please make up for physiology class, boss." Song Mao was not embarrassed at all, he continued with a "hi" and said, "Are you in the entertainment industry? Who didn't make some mistakes when they were young...so everyone knew the identity of this kid."

Qi Xiaohe said angrily: "Isn't it enough to 'lalang match'?! I still have to pinch my nose to give someone 'happy father'?!"

Song Mao smiled and persuaded: "Isn't this what you want? If you have a daughter, you must not be crooked!"

Qi Xiaohe sneered: "Your public relations plan is really... touching."

Xue Huan discussed the matter with a pertinent tone:

"I think this is a good thing. When promoting it, we can say that you and Wei Wen started dating three years ago, and this child was adopted. A harmonious and happy family is more likely to get the empathy of married women. A good emotional card."

"Two years! Up to three to five years, Lao Qi, just be patient! Anyway, it's a contract marriage, it's all fake, and of course the benefits are maximized."