After marrying into a wealthy family, I became popular

Song Mao and Gao Shang straightened the picture frame again, checked left and right, and climbed down from the escalator when there was no problem.

Silently applauding his boss's coquettish operation in his heart, with a perceptive and flattering smile on his face.

Song Mao patted Gao Shang on the shoulder and cleared his throat: "Ah, ah, ah, this makeup photo is so beautiful, brother today is also a day of shooting with love, thousands of girls' hearts are attacking wink!~."

Gao Shang immediately went on to say: "Tsk tsk tsk, it's like promoting the beauty of Chinese culture. I really want to apply for a world heritage for such a beauty. Brother Wei Wen has worked hard."

Qi Xiaohe's eyes glanced at the two of them calmly: "So I think it's suitable for you to hang here?"

Gao Shang: "Of course it's appropriate!"

Song Mao: "It couldn't be more perfect!"

Qi Xiao nodded without changing his face.

A study room decorated in black and white abstinence style, travel-style bookcases from Roche Bobois on the entire wall, Hainan huanghuali wooden picture frame... Then, a photo of a third-rate actor in ancient costume is pasted in the picture frame?Even said it was appropriate?The aesthetics of the three of you are really distorted and have the same effect.

Wei Wen raised his hand and covered his eyes—I always feel that you are not really praising me.

Two little assistants - you feel right.Weak and humble.jpg

The study room fell into a perfect and weird balance, any discordant sound would be an insult and damage to the beautiful atmosphere, for example, Qi Xiaohe's phone rang suddenly and inappropriately.

He glanced down at the screen.Then he raised his head and waved to the other three people in the room, signaling them to go downstairs first, and then slid the answer button without haste: "Director Yu?"

On the other end of the phone, Yu Huai chuckled: "Mr. Qi, have you received the makeup photo? I heard that you have already printed it out. How is it? Are you satisfied with Wei Wen's outfit?"

Qi Xiaohe said noncommittally: "The aesthetics of Chinese people in the past 5000 years has indeed never changed."

Yu Huai: "Huh?"

Qi Xiaohe raised the corners of his lips: "I like gentlemen who are dignified and handsome."

Yu Huaiyou is good at comprehending the holy will, and he understands that this master is satisfied now.Then he cautiously brought up the matter: "I have one more thing to ask Mr. Qi."

The director paused, as if he was carefully organizing his words: "You see, we have always had a lot of competitors in film and television, and there are so many sunspots who are ready to speak at any time. Everyone in the crew, including me, has signed a non-disclosure agreement ..."

"Well, so, before we send out our publicity draft, please ask Mr. Qi not to let your friends in the industry see this group of Wei Wen's photos."

This is the industry rule, how does Qi Xiao understand it.

He didn't want to abuse his power.

In fact, it was the first time I saw Wei Wen's appearance on the set in the afternoon, and I was amazed, especially those beautiful eyes staring at him affectionately, Qi Xiaohe could almost see through his resolute armor to see through his warm and soft heart .

At that moment, Qi Xiaohe's heart seemed to have countless little white rabbits bouncing around desperately.This made the big president couldn't help but put up the airs of the benefactor and force him to ask for a makeup photo.Yu Huai's agreement is already a great deal of face, and of course he can't use other people's business secrets to make any articles.

Why did Qi Xiao nod his head in a good manner and said yes.

Only then did Yu Huai put his heart into his stomach, and after a few more polite words, he planned to hang up the phone.

Qi Xiaohe suddenly lowered his voice and said, "Director Yu, you don't have any large-scale shots in this movie, do you?"

Yu Huai almost choked: "Wei Wen played a young general, and the whole play has almost no emotional lines, how big can it be?!" In the end, he couldn't help amplifying his voice: "Mr. A director with a serious background in literary and artistic films!"

Qi Xiaohe pondered for a moment, then hesitated: "Then, can you give this young general a little bit of drama?"

Yu Huai froze for a few seconds and didn't speak.Obviously, he was doing psychological construction. The image of the young and promising president of a media company that had always been upright and clean in his mind was collapsing bit by bit.

Yu Huai swallowed, and said in an embarrassing tone: "Boss Qi, he was the number three male lead when he signed the contract. You know, we have a large crew, and the producers and investors all have their favorite actors. It's not easy to be a director, you have to balance left and right, right?"

To put it bluntly, you are all patrons and fathers, and I can't afford to offend any of you.You put in an action today, and I will add a line tomorrow, can I still shoot this scene?

In fact, even Qi Xiaohe himself didn't expect that he could blurt out such indecent words.As a leader in the entertainment industry, he certainly knows how difficult and unreasonable it is for him to make a request... Could it be that he is really a fool?

Qi Xiaohe frowned and walked a few steps towards the door, standing on the stairs on the second floor.Looking down, I just saw Wei Wen calling Song Mao and the others to sit down at the dining table, the sunny boy had a warm and soft smile on his face.

Qi Xiaohe's dignified facial features stretched out in an instant, and the hesitation and hypocrisy he had just thrown away immediately, he said domineeringly and firmly to the phone: "Go and coordinate. If anyone disagrees with letting them withdraw their capital, I will pay for it."

Yu Huai didn't speak for a while, but at the end, he laughed out loud: "I used to hear people say that heroes are sad and beautiful, but I still don't believe it. That's all right, Mr. Qi, please do it. I'll notify the screenwriter to change the script when I get back, at least give him some credits." To the male second."

Satisfied, Qi Xiaohe left the phone on the desk, turned around and went downstairs.

In the restaurant, Wei Wen was standing up to add soup to Song Mao's bowl, Wei Wen's snow-white slender fingers were holding the soup spoon, his movements were as gentle and natural as usual to himself.

With rice stuffed in his mouth, Song Mao couldn't speak clearly: "More, more. Yes, give me the sea cucumber inside."

When Wei Wen heard Qi Xiaohe approaching, he immediately raised his head with a bright smile, and said hello in a brisk tone: "Mr. Qi, everything has been dealt with? Song Mao and Gao Shang have been busy all afternoon, and they haven't had time to eat dinner yet." I think we still have a lot left in our family, so I decided to let them have a simple bite here and save the trouble of going out, do you have any objections?"

Qi Xiaohe walked over to touch Wei Wen's soft hair, and said softly, "It's up to you to decide."

Then his eyes glanced at Song Mao's hand holding the bowl, and his tone immediately turned cold: "Don't you have long hands yourself? Can't even hold a bowl of soup?"

Song Mao pouted embarrassingly, but his movements were not vague at all. He quickly snatched the spoon from Wei Wen's hand and muttered softly, "Aren't I a guest?"

Qi Xiaohe snorted coldly: "Why didn't you say you were a guest when you opened the door with the key."

Song Mao blinked his eyes, and immediately understood: Well, the meaning of the master is that from now on, this family can't just enter the family - just say it, okay?

After a day of turmoil, Wei Wen fell into a long rest period of nearly half a month. He stayed at home every day to read scripts, ponder over his lines, and practice facial expressions. Unfortunately, he always missed the point. He felt that he was not good enough for acting.

So he paints more often, and recently he has secretly painted a lot of portraits of Qi Xiaohe, standing, sitting, working, taking a nap...all of them are hidden in the storage box.

Of course, the happiest thing is to log in to the trumpet and brush Weibo against time.

Why is Qi Xiao defending his shortcomings on the set, no, the photos and manuscripts of his supportive wife have been embellished and posted on the Internet by entertainment journalists who only know how to speak.

Wei Wen is alone, and in Chaohua, there is a carnival of a group of people, which is even more lively than congratulating the New Year. He and Qi Xiaohe even have a CP code name, called "Qi Wen".

Wei Wen actually didn't like the name "Qi Wen" very much, it sounded like a kind of panic that the people had already seen the truth, as if it was an anecdote that he and Qi Xiao were together.

But this does not affect the little star's enthusiasm for eating sugar:

[I really don't know what to say.The old mother has suffered a myocardial infarction, girl Qi Wen should carry the banner! 】

[Now look at the previous business remarks of those sunspots, it is simply xswl.Contract marriage, have you ever seen such a spoiled one? 】

[What kind of fairy love is this, it's so well matched.I'm about to suffer from diabetes! 】

[I love you so much!I also want such a domineering president.Mr. Qi Kangkang, you long-lost female moth!Papa Qi@琴晓何]

[Oh my god, Wen Wen darling @卫闻, why are you getting married?Mom no!allow!May!Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! 】

[The front row is ready, obediently wait for the official announcement on the 6th.Brothers, get your marriage certificate. 】

[@琴婧何何依话世界?Ling Xiao Media is almost searching for year-round users, okay?I don’t believe they can really get married until they line up at the Civil Affairs Bureau]

[I'm really going to die of laughter from Heizi upstairs, so you don't believe it?When you post the marriage certificate later, you have to say it belongs to P, right?Worry so much, not afraid of baldness! 】

Wei Wen was rolling on the bed with his mobile phone in his arms, his mouth from ear to ear happy, his whole soul was floating in the rainbow farts of CP fans.

If it weren't for Xia Chan's phone ringing to remind him of his death, he would probably be able to float on the rainbow for a while longer.

Xia Chan's tone was rare this time: "Little ancestor, are you sleeping again?"

"No, no. I, I'm reading the script." Wei Wen mustered up the courage to tell a lie.

Wei Wen was stuttering when he told lies, Xia Chan smiled knowingly and didn't bother with him, she took a breath: "Xiao Wen, I've been too busy recently, and I haven't found time to care about you. On the day of the premiere I've heard about it, I'm sorry, I didn't arrange it for you in advance. Are you... all right. "

It's true that Xia Chan's mouth is poisonous at ordinary times, but she is even more sincere towards Wei Wenhao. After all, she is the child who raised her alone, and the five years of being together day and night are much closer than family members.

Wei Wen also knew that Xia Chan hated being wronged the most in his heart. He sat up from the bed and raised a confident smile: "Sister Chan, don't worry, I'm fine. Besides, Mr. Qi is still here. "

Xia Chan nodded at the other end of the phone. Although Wei Wen couldn't see her, she continued, "I'm going back to City B tomorrow morning, so prepare to go to the set with me. Director Yu called and said he wanted to change the script, please let us go over there In person."

Wei Wen said yes obediently.

Then hung up the phone, and went to Qi Xiao Hehe to report the itinerary as a matter of routine.

Qi Xiaohe only warned: "Be careful. Let Gao Shang drive when you go out, don't go on the road by yourself."

Wei Wen gets dizzy whenever he thinks about that eight-figure Aston Martin, he can't afford to pay for any scratches on the paint.Besides, Gao Shang was the driver, and it was awkward to think about two big men squeezed into a sports car with a small space.

So, there was a begging look on his face: "Can I not drive your car?"

In the past, when he acted so coquettishly, Qi Xiaohe basically had nothing to disagree with, but this time the CEO really couldn't stand it, and said coldly: "No. I've already sent your Beetle to be scrapped."

Seeing Wei Wen's pouted lips visible to the naked eye, Qi Xiao couldn't help but calm down and persuaded him: "Traffic accidents are frequent now. Safety is such an important matter, how can it be trifling. Be good, make it up first, and turn around Send you another car."

Tens of millions of sports cars will still be?

Classes are different, communication is ineffective, and talking too much is full of tears.

Wei Wen secretly stuck out his tongue, turned back to the room, and suddenly remembered something in the middle of the walk: "By the way, how do you know that I bought that Beetle with the first money I earned in my career?"

"It's easy to find the owner's purchase information from the dealer." Qi Xiaohe's tone was calm, he touched a cigarette and put it near his mouth, then suddenly raised his eyes to look at Wei Wen, and teased: "And I also know, It has nothing to do with your original intention of driving him, it's just because of being poor."

Wei Wen took a sharp breath.

——Mr. Qi, you have learned badly again.