After I fell in love with the double slag Gong, Bai Yueguang came back

Ice cubes fell into the prismatic glass, and the brown whiskey burst into a splash.

The light sour lemon flavor wraps the velvety smooth taste. Cheng Jianyu took a small sip and took a deep breath comfortably. The aroma of oak jumped on the tip of the tongue and throat.

"Om..."

The inappropriate vibration of the mobile phone on the bar came from an unfamiliar number.

Candid photo.

The camera technology of the candid shooter is poor, and the picture is blurry with its own mosaic. Thanks to the two good-looking protagonists in the photo, this work that should be thrown into the recycle bin was saved.

In the dimly lit corridor, Zhou Jueqing was leaning against the wall, eyes half closed, Jiang Yan propped his hand on the side of his face, staring condescendingly. deep kiss.

Cheng Jianyu is Jiang Yan's official date, this message is self-evidently provocative.

The noise around him was deafening, and the colorful light from the bar shone through his thin eyelids, making it difficult for him to open his eyes.

He zoomed in on the photo, edited it, cropped it, left Jiang Yan's profile, and saved it in an album called "Cute Pets", all done in one breath.

By the way, he blocked the phone number neatly.

"See Yu, come and have a drink with me."

A refined voice sounded from behind, Cheng Jianyu put on the phone as if nothing had happened, turned around, teacher Bei Xinhong raised his glass with a smile.

Cheng Jianyu is a gold medal screenwriter.

Strictly speaking, the screenwriter must add the word "gunner" after the screenwriter.

Since joining Bei Xinhong's studio five years ago, Cheng Jianyu has become the queen gunner of this well-known, gold-medal screenwriter.

In the past five years, he has published two TV dramas and three films in the name of Bei Xinhong. With his excellent screenwriting ability and keen sense of the market, his works have gained a good reputation at the box office, and Bei Xinhong's studio has made a lot of money. Bowl full.

Today's company gathering is to celebrate Pui Xinhong's winning the "Tulip Best Screenplay" trophy. This trophy is enough to make Pui Xinhong a higher level and occupy a place in the Chinese screenwriting circle.

Cheng Jianyu clinked his glasses lightly, "Congratulations."

Holding the wine glass, Bei Xinhong patted Cheng Jianyu on the back, "Thanks to you helping me proofread, you have worked hard these past few months."

Cheng Jianyu shrugged, with a half-smile, "It's really hard work."

Bei Xinhong frowned fiercely, glared at him, and pretended to be gentle and said: "Since you find it hard, I will give you a week off tomorrow, so you can have a good time with the big stars."

Cheng Jianyu smiled without saying a word, and looked at him quietly.

Bei Xinhong made him feel uncomfortable, "Jian Yu, what do you think about work recently?"

Cheng Jianyu turned his head thoughtfully, "There is one."

"What?" Bei Xinhong was half awake, looking at him expectantly.

Cheng Jianyu stared at him and said abruptly, "I want to resign."

Bei Xinhong's whole body was shaken, and the other half of the drink was also sober. He quickly looked at the people around him, "What did you say?"

"Our contract has expired." Cheng Jianyu's voice was clear and powerful.

Bei Xinhong had a stiff smile on his face. He became famous early. When he was young, he gained a firm foothold in the screenwriting circle by relying on remakes of foreign film and television works. A few years ago when the era of copyright came, his method didn’t work, so he had no choice but to start looking for a shooter. Notice.

Five years ago, he signed a disgraceful contract with Cheng Jianyu, with a five-year limitation period, and hired this fledgling, up-and-coming screenwriter as his behind-the-scenes shooter.

In the past five years, Cheng Jianyu has performed very well, worked hard, ate the least grass, and produced the most milk, like a simple old scalper.

It almost made him forget about the contract, but he didn't expect to bite him unexpectedly today.

Bei Xinhong took a sip of wine and pretended to be amiable, "See Yu, is it because I won the trophy?"

Cheng Jianyu was young and energetic, and it was natural for him to feel dissatisfied when he saw him take the trophy.

Bei Xinhong said earnestly, "If you like this trophy, I will give it to you, as long as you keep quiet."

Cheng Jianyu stared at him unblinkingly, "I don't need the trophy, our contract has expired, now I am notifying, not negotiating."

Bei Xinhong looked at him seriously for the first time.

Cheng Jianyu looks very charming.

Even if Pui Xinhong is not a fellow, relying on human's innate intuition for aesthetics, he can receive some charm.

The young man in front of him put one hand in the pocket of his jeans, raised his chin slightly, and opened two buttons on the collar of his white shirt. Not sharp, eyebrows and eyes like unsheathed sharp knives, still stained with blood, there is a kind of cold and chilling beauty.

The sharp knife hit Bei Xinhong's throat. His breath was stagnant, and he turned his face away, "If you are in short supply and need money, I can lend you a pen. We have cooperated for so many years and are the closest partners. Do you have any money?" Tell me directly about any difficulties."

Cheng Jianyu frowned slightly, feeling amused, "Since we are partners, why don't I have the right to sign?"

"This..." Bei Xinhong was at a loss for words. After all, he was a pen-wielding person. He changed the subject and said righteously: "I am doing it for your own good. If it weren't for me, who would pay a high price for your work, you child , don’t forget, I’m your bole, if it weren’t for me, would you be where you are today?”

"teacher."

Cheng Jianyu called this long-lost title, and said slowly: "You have time to persuade me here, why not think about how to write a good script, so that the media will not make jokes about you. What do you think?"

Bei Xinhong couldn't believe his ears. Is this the same Cheng Jianyu who he let him flatten and round for five years?How could you say such outrageous words?

His face was flushed, and he clenched his fists, disregarding etiquette, righteousness and shame, "Cheng Jianyu, you are really shameless, you are not a fart if you leave me!"

"Don't be stupid." Bei Xinhong looked at Cheng Jianyu mockingly, "You think Jiang Yan is your backer?"

Cheng Jianyu narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms. A few colleagues looked at him suspiciously and looked around.

Bei Xinhong lowered his volume and looked at him sympathetically, "You deserve it, you offended Zhou Jueqing five years ago, you offended half of the entertainment industry's capitalists, whoever dares to use your script, who will use yours script?"

"Except for me being able to hold you, who cares about your life, Jiang Yan? If he really cares about you, he will write songs for Zhou Jueqing, and they will start making movies, right?"

Cheng Jianyu waited quietly for the speech to finish, and said calmly: "Thank you, teacher, for your cultivation of me. Unfortunately, I didn't learn your gossip skills. You are really disappointed."

He spoke slowly, but like a soft knife, piercing Bei Xinhong's fear, and Cheng Jianyu's jealousy really pissed him off. He was going to be ruined, so he could only show his prestige, and said in a weird way: "Who in the circle doesn't know about Jiang Yan and Zhou Jueqing? Now the two of them may be happy in your bed. If you go back early, you can catch up with them and clean the battlefield!"

Cheng Jianyu ignored it, put his hands in the pockets of his jeans, with a relaxed posture, "I will complete the handover of work within three months."

After he finished speaking, he walked forward a few steps, as if remembering something, he turned his head, looked at the gloomy Bei Xinhong, took out a photo from his shirt pocket lightly, and put it on the bar.

It was Bei Xinhong's wife, his teacher's wife, meeting a man with their children.

There has always been a rumor in the company that Boss Bei's child is not like him, but like his cousin.

"Teacher, I'll give you a resignation gift." Cheng Jianyu waved his hands in twos and twos.

The needle hits the nail on the head and hits the nail on the head.

Bei Xinhong's face turned pale.

The outside world was sunny, Cheng Jianyu held the car keys, glanced at the bar sign, and said softly: "Goodbye."

Cheng Jianyu drove back to his villa in the suburbs, with mountains behind him, beautiful mountains and clear waters, and fresh air.

Five years ago, he and Jiang Yan moved here after living together. Jiang Yan is usually busy with work and flies around the world, so he doesn't come here a few times a month.

The living room is decorated according to the minimalist style that Jiang Yan likes, and the color scheme of black, white and gray is cool and depressing.

Cheng Jianyu opened the shoe cabinet carefully, and a pair of the latest limited edition trendy brand sneakers were parked on the shoe rack.

Jiang Yan is back.

Cheng Jianyu smiled softly, his eyes were bright, he walked into the kitchen and took out a small bag of dog food.

The packaging bag "Zi La" was torn open, and the sound of thud thud was approaching from far away. In a blink of an eye, the furry, black and white border collie squatted in front of him, staring at the dog food bag with round eyes.

"Shh... I'll feed you first today."

Cheng Jianyu stroked his furry head and sighed contentedly.

The second floor of the villa belongs to Jiang Yan's private area. Cheng Jianyu pushed open the door of the study, and the solid-colored curtains were half-hidden, and the afternoon sun cut the floor into gray and gold.

The tall and slender man leaned loosely against the bookcase, his large sports jacket was rolled up, his wrist bones were clearly protruding, his head was slightly lowered, he held a sheet music in his hand, the ballpoint pen smoothly outlined the notes, and when he heard the sound of the door opening, But it didn't move.

Cheng Jianyu stood quietly at the door, breathing lightly, as usual, without making any noise to disturb the man.

Until the man finished the score, he turned around and sat on the sofa, opened his long legs presumptuously, raised his eyes, glanced at Cheng Jianyu, and casually patted his thigh.

Cheng Jianyu sat obediently on the floor, resting his chin on the man's knee, looking at him from bottom to top, "Do you want to eat first, or... eat me first?