I swept the entertainment circle with the medicine pot

Qin Zi was taken aback, and looked back at Xuan Mingcheng in disbelief—are you serious?

Xuan Mingcheng didn't speak.

"That..." Qin Zi forced a smile, "Mr. Xuan...you can't get off the viaduct."

"Just asking casually." Xuan Mingcheng rolled his eyes at him, "What are you thinking about?"

Tan Zi wiped off his sweat, and said to himself that it's not impossible for you to do it.

Luo Ziyu, male, male, age 23.

In terms of experience, in fact, Luo Ziyu and Xuan Mingcheng are very similar. Both of them were very lucky to meet their own Bole when they first entered the industry, and they were helped all the way to the top.They have seen a lot of the dark side in the entertainment industry, but they have never experienced it, which is very rare.

But the personalities of the two are very different, the same rice can support all kinds of people, although Xuan Mingcheng is a bit narcissistic, his personality is actually not bad, and he is almost impeccable in dealing with people.

But Luo Ziyu is different. This big star who has set up his own studio to fly solo has always thrown his face when things go wrong. It is also because of his straightforward personality that Luo Ziyu has offended many people, but he can't hold back his acting skills and good looks Gao, everyone can't do anything about him.

The traffic moved forward slowly, like tens of thousands of steel bastards, Xuan Mingcheng was upset to see it, reached out and pulled a cat-shaped pillow from the side to hug, and stroked the cat's tail with one hand, which made him feel a little more comfortable.

Qin Zi looked at Xuan Mingcheng's sad look, and said, "Mr. Xuan, you know the character over there, why don't you let me in first, and wait for him to finish his anger..."

"No need." Xuan Mingcheng raised his hand to interrupt him, and said, "Luo Ziyu's anger lies with me, not to mention that this matter is our fault, and dodging seems even more irresponsible."

"Why are you so angry with him..." Tan Zi sighed.

"It's not that you don't know the amount of traffic the other party can bring. If this negotiation collapses, it will be of no benefit to Tianxing." Xuan Mingcheng motioned him to stop talking, pointed to the queue of cars ahead that finally started to accelerate, and said to the driver ,"drive."

After getting off the viaduct, the driver drove the car very fast, and when he arrived at the top floor private room of Xingdu Restaurant, the landmark of Xinghuan Plaza, the time was still 5 minutes late.

After the welcome lady knocked rhythmically on the door three times, she stretched out her hand and pushed the door open.Xuan Mingcheng looked in, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief: Fortunately, he is still there.

In the room, a man over 1.7 meters tall was holding a briefcase, and nodded to the two with a smile: "President Xuan, Secretary Qin, good afternoon both of you."

Xuan Mingcheng stepped forward to shake hands with him, but frowned quietly.

He recognized the person in front of him. He was Luo Ziyu's manager, and his name was He Lang.But apart from him, there was no other person in the room.

Xuan Mingcheng picked it up again just now with a sigh of relief, and at the same time, he also became a little irritable.

"I'm sorry Mr. Xuan, Xiaoyu... just said that he has something to do, so he left first, so I'm the only one who stays here and waits for the two of you. As for the matter of cooperation, you can see if it's convenient..." He Lang said at the same time, While observing Xuan Mingcheng's expression, seeing that he didn't express anything, he continued, "Is it convenient for you to make an appointment next time?"

"It's okay." Xuan Mingcheng suppressed his temper and nodded towards He Lang, "This time it was our negligence. I am very sorry for the inconvenience caused to you two."

Since there was no business to discuss, Xuan Mingcheng prepared to leave first on the pretext of having something to do with He Lang.

But before he walked out the door, He Lang's cell phone on the table vibrated suddenly, and on the other end of the phone, a man's irritable voice came out clearly:

"You told the surname Xuan that if you want to discuss business, you should come early and be late? Isn't this something only elementary school students do?"

Xuan Mingcheng's face suddenly turned livid.

It takes a hundred cats to get some relief.

He Lang seemed to have seen it, and hurriedly responded with a few words. When he raised his head, his face was still as calm as ever, and he nodded goodbye to Xuan Mingcheng, as if nothing had happened.

At this time, Xuan Mingcheng also quickly adjusted his state, with a faint smile on Jun's face.

After the door of the private room was closed, a tall figure turned out from behind the screen in the corner of the room.

"What do you think?" He Lang asked the man.

Luo Ziyu twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, and walked towards the door of the room: "It's very interesting, let's meet him sometime next time."

He Lang put the phone on the table, and what was displayed on the screen was a recording interface.The phone call just now was just a cover for them to test Xuan Mingcheng's character.

A rare mistake at work made Xuan Mingcheng a little irritable. He returned home with mixed feelings, and when he opened the door, he smelled a strange fragrance.

A small fair face poked out from the kitchen door with a warm smile on it.

Yao Wangyou, who was wearing a snow-white apron, looked at Xuan Mingcheng who had a strange expression, walked over and raised his hand, touching his plump forehead.

"sick?"

"No." Xuan Mingcheng lightly touched Yao Wangyou's arm with five fingers, hesitated for a moment, and then gently pushed it away.

"What's the matter?" Yao Wangyou asked casually while turning around and walking back.

Xuan Mingcheng changed his shoes, walked into the kitchen following the scent, and saw a large saucepan sitting on the stove, thick white mist floated from the side of the pan, and was immediately sucked dry by the range hood on the top clean.

"What are you cooking?" Xuan Mingcheng moved a little closer, stretched his neck and glanced into the pot.

Although the house is cleaned, Xuan Mingcheng still instinctively rejects these things that deal with oil pollution.

"Wangyou made stewed chicken with Wuling ginseng for you to eat." Aunt Xiang, who was bending over to wash vegetables by the pool, turned her head with a smile and said to Xuan Mingcheng, "You are very lucky. Wangyou started working on this thing after two o'clock in the afternoon, and I have been helping by the side, making this thing is quite a hassle."

Xuan Mingcheng was inexplicable when he heard it, he looked in the eyes of Aunt Xiang, and dodged his eyes for a while, always feeling that what she said was a little weird.

"It's quite delicious." Xuan Mingcheng smacked his lips, looked at the busy Yao Wangyou, and said again, "I usually don't eat at home at night..."

"Didn't you suffer from insomnia a while ago?" Yao Wangyou acted as if he hadn't heard it, reached for the stainless steel spoon and stirred it gently in the pot.

After Aunt Xiang's explanation, he already had a general understanding of what material these cold silver-gray spoons were made of.While observing the color of the soup, Yao Wangyou said, "There are various causes of insomnia. I think you are paying attention to what you eat. Your stomach fire should not be strong, but it is just liver fire disturbing your heart, and your heart and spleen are deficient." He said Then, turned down the fire a bit, stretched out his hand to wave at Xuan Mingcheng, and said: "Give me your hand."

Xuan Mingcheng was stunned by what he said, raised his hand obediently, and saw Yao Wangyou approached two steps, grabbed his palm, and touched his palm with white fingers, which were obviously warm and cool. , but a little scorching.

"What are you doing!" Xuan Mingcheng was startled, holding hands now?