the boss has a grudge against me

The flamboyant and domineering Mr. Qin confirmed that he had mischievous intentions for the little stars under his command, so he only smoked a cigarette in the night sky of the imperial capital, and then launched a menacing offensive.

He stood on the balcony expressionlessly, his nightgown was loosely tied, exposing the chest of a strong man, Mr. Qin couldn't help but smile when he remembered what Yuan Ming had said.

Like mature and assertive?

I come.

When Qin Liangfeng called again at the same time on the third day, Yuan Ming was completely in Sparta.

"..."

This, this, this, his meow...

Qin Liangfeng preemptively said: "Why did you suddenly stop talking yesterday?"

Yuan Ming blushed: "It may be that the signal is not good, and I suddenly can't hear your voice."

"Really?" Qin Liangfeng said, "The show is over? What time is the filming today?"

"Five o'clock."

Yuan Ming roared in his heart: President, you don't come here to catch up with the progress of the filming, do you?

"Yeah." Qin Liangfeng was very calm, at least it sounded like this, "How is the condition?"

Yuan Ming: "Not bad..."

"Ah."

Qin Liangfeng held the mobile phone and walked from the living room to the bedroom. His purpose was not pure, his brain was running fast, and he was trying to find a way to tease Yuan Ming. He only paused for a moment, but Yuan Ming on the other side thought he was going to hang up the phone, and hurried away. Asking for words: "President, what did you have for dinner?"

Qin Liangfeng: "..."

Yuan Ming: "..."

After the deathly silence, Qin Liangfeng replied nonchalantly: "I have a social event today, and I ate outside, how about you?"

Yuan Ming was extremely embarrassed, he had nothing to love and said, "Well, I ate at the hotel."

After he finished speaking, there was no response.

"President? Hello?"

Yuan Ming: ...

What the hell, fell asleep again or the signal is not good?Yuan Ming blushed a little, thinking that I have become a hypnotist?

The old god Qin Liangfeng was listening to the other person's reaction. The brief silence put him in a good mood. He guessed Yuan Ming's expression until Yuan Ming hung up before he put down his phone in high spirits and got ready to sleep.

……

Day [-]...

It was already the fourth night since the day Qin Liangfeng made the wrong call. At the same time, Yuan Ming received another call from Qin Liangfeng.

When Qin Liangfeng's voice sounded, Yuan Ming suddenly blushed.

Four consecutive days of phone calls before going to bed, Yuan Ming could think of something wrong with his toes!

Mr. Qin: "Have you had a night show recently?"

Yuan Ming tremblingly said: "No."

"Hmm." Qin Liangfeng: "Go to bed early, we'll talk about it tomorrow."

Yuan Ming: "..."

Yuan Ming couldn't control himself at all. He had already fantasized about a [-]-episode dog-blood drama in which the emperor of the entertainment industry, Mr. Qin, disregarded thousands of fans, but only regarded him as a cinnabar mole. Boss Qin was a little unprofessional again, and hung up the phone after a few words, like sending Yuan Ming on a roller coaster, feeling like he was on the clouds for a while, and rushed to the bottom of the valley with a bang.

……

After talking on the phone every night for two weeks, Yuan Ming and Qin Liangfeng had already talked about everything, what was for dinner today, how did they sleep last night, what small problems they encountered at work...

Every day when the time came, Yuan Ming began to look at his mobile phone restlessly, and he was relieved only after receiving a call from Qin Liangfeng. This was a very strange and strange feeling, and he clearly knew the difference between the two , the two of them didn't break it, typical pretending to be confused, he felt that he had turned into a scheming little bitch in a TV series, very, very good at routines, but this unprecedented feeling was really really sour Cool!

It was the same call as usual, Yuan Ming lay on the bed, listening to Qin Liangfeng talk about today's events.

"Are you sleepy?" Qin Liangfeng asked.

"No, what about you?" Yuan Ming asked.

Qin Liangfeng laughed, and said in a straight voice: "This is the most energetic moment of my day."

What he said was so ambiguous that Yuan Ming couldn't breathe. He tried his best to keep calm and deliberately didn't answer, saying: "There is still one month left, and the progress will be over."

Qin Liangfeng hummed and said, "Are you tired? Want to go back to Beijing?"

Yuan Ming shook his head, thinking that he couldn't see, and said, "I'm not tired, but I want to go back, and I miss the smog in Beijing."

"Hmm." Qin Liangfeng asked, "What else are you thinking about?"

Yuan Ming smiled: "I still miss the stew next to the company."

"Do you want to come back and go to an event?"

Yuan Ming turned over and said excitedly, "Is it possible?"

Qin Liangfeng sneered: "No, what are you thinking about, let's finish the progress first."

"..."

Yuan Ming couldn't help thinking: I, I, I, I, I will fuck you!

He kept on doing two things: "President, why do I think you are a bit strange recently?"

Qin Liangfeng smiled: "Just get used to it."

Yuan Ming stopped talking, Qin Liangfeng: "What's wrong?"

Yuan Ming took a deep breath and whispered, "How about, let me guess why you are so weird?"

Qin Liangfeng: "..."

"Guess." Qin Liangfeng said, "There will be a prize for guessing right."

Yuan Ming: "..."

Qin Liangfeng: "Think about it for yourself first. I happen to be going to Shanghai in a few days. If I can't figure it out, I will tell you then."

Qin Liangfeng looked at the time, and when it was time for Yuan Ming to go to sleep, the old god said: "Let's talk, it's time to go to bed, have a bit of professional ethics, don't stay up late."

"Good night." Yuan Ming buried his face in the quilt.

"Well, good night." Qin Liangfeng said in a low voice, his voice was deep and magnetic, carrying the strong male hormones of a mature man.

After hanging up the phone, Yuan Ming's face flushed, he grinned, turned over, rolled from the head of the bed to the end of the bed and back again from the end of the bed, laughed loudly, then got into bed, turned off the light and went to sleep.

Qin Liangfeng visited the class again.

The shooting time of "Night Talk" is simply outrageous. There are no entertainment projects in Shanghai. The enthusiasm of the actors and staff in the group has almost been polished. Everyone seems to have lost half of their souls. Only Yuan Ming is an exception. His character progress has reached the miserable part where the whole family is finished and his sweetheart is missing, but he becomes more and more refreshed and beaming.

During the most comfortable season of the year in Shanghai, Yuan Ming was wearing a heroic long gown and a pair of slippers on his feet, squatting on the side to read the script.

Zhang Le ran over with a huff: "Brother, guess who is here? Yes, the president is here to visit the class!"

"Qin Liangfeng?!"

Yuan Mingteng stood up with a bang, he didn't say he would come over last night!

The director and screenwriter came over with a smile on his face, the one in the middle was Qin Liangfeng or someone else, he was talking casually, his eyes flicked through the crowd.

Yuan Ming turned around.

"Brother, why are you going?" Zhang Le asked anxiously, thinking that the president is here but you want to hide, please, my little ancestor, go up and flatter me!

"Where are my shoes?!" Yuan Ming was more anxious than him, like an ant spinning around on a hot pot.

……

A group of people came over, Yuan Ming was stiff like a robot with low battery: "Hi, President."

"Well, hello." Qin Liangfeng nodded, his eyes flicked across his face: "The filming is in a hurry, pay attention to adjustment and rest."

Yuan Ming's face turned red: "Well."

The director patted his thigh: "Don't worry, Mr. Qin, the difficult environment can't stop everyone's enthusiasm for shooting! Let's go inside!"

He pointed to the lounge, and Qin Liangfeng glanced at Yuan Ming from the corner of his eye, before striding away coldly.

Yuan Ming's chest thumped and he pretended not to notice his eyes.

Shooting continues.

Yuan Ming changed into a military uniform, kowtowed to the tablet of the Great General Protecting the Nation with tears in his eyes, got up and left, his expression was sad, and he tried his best to suppress the sadness in his heart.

Zhang Kuan, the actor playing his younger brother, jumped up from behind, grabbed one of his arms, and shouted angrily, "Brother, you can't go!"

Director: "Not bad."

The two breathed a sigh of relief, leaned in front of the machine to watch the replay, followed by a close-up shot of Zhang Kuan, Yuan Ming went to the side to rest, he didn't have many scenes today, mainly for the coordinating shots.

The machines on the set were buzzing. Yuan Ming watched Zhang Kuan roaring at the camera, and after only a while, he began to lose his mind.

Does the president seem to have something important to do?

Hey, I thought he came to Shanghai because...

Yuan Ming couldn't help laughing, looked up at Zhang Kuan, who was crying tears and snot flying wildly, quickly suppressed his smile, took out his phone to look, and a message popped out.

Qin Liangfeng: Come play with me after a while?

Yuan Ming:! !

The surging waves approached, and Yuan Ming seemed to have transformed into a fairy with boundless mana flying on the waves with a sword. Amidst the violent wind, rain, lightning and thunder, he looked up to the sky and shouted: I will go, I will go, I will go... ...I have to go ahhhhh-

Qin Liangfeng immediately received a reply: OK, OK!

He smiled with satisfaction, and the vice president put down the coffee: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Qin Liangfeng said lightly, "Let's go out later."

"Aren't you going to have dinner with the director?" the vice president asked.

"You replace me." Qin Liangfeng raised his eyelids, "There is still an itinerary here."

I don't know about the important itinerary of Vice President Xindao?He nodded: "Okay, take Yuan Ming with me later, please take care of the director."

Qin Liangfeng frowned: "Don't take him."

The vice president sighed: "President, it's time for you to change your view of him. There are not many such good young people now. You just say that from being abrupt, how does he behave in big and small roles?"

He spread his hands and looked at Qin Liangfeng earnestly.

Qin Liangfeng felt extremely comfortable in his heart.

The vice president mustered up his courage: "There is also the variety show "The Real Me", the participating artists are all popular, you said that people's character is not good, and you missed a good opportunity for nothing..."

With a big wave of his hand, Qin Liangfeng interrupted him hastily: "He's not free, take him to see someone today."

Meet someone... Could it be the famous director Michael who happens to be in Shanghai?

The vice president beamed with joy: "All right, all right!"

……