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Wen Yunting followed Yang Beiqi to the front court, only to find that compared with the sparse and loose atmosphere at the back, this place is simply like a place for pleasure seeking.There are more or less young models and starlets sitting at each table, with sweet smiles on their faces. They all have a certain purpose, exchanging beauty and cuteness for what they need.

Although he knew that there was filth in this circle, but today he only saw the tip of the iceberg, and Wen Yunting already felt disgusted.He looked around, and finally found Song Yan's figure at another table a few meters away from Xu Yao, so he probably didn't know about Zhong Lin's situation either.Yang Beiqi followed his gaze and asked knowingly, "What are you looking at?"

Wen Yunting shook his head, it's nothing, let's go to Zhong Lin first.

When he appeared in the frontcourt, Sun Meiru, who was close, had already spotted him at first sight, and thought he was looking for Song Yan.Immediately, Sun Meiru rolled her eyes and scolded this Alpha in her heart for being a pest. She didn't expect that he went not in the direction where Song Yan was, but another table far away where the director and producer were sitting.

"Who is toasting at that table?" Sun Meiru asked the cronies around her, and the cronies replied, a newcomer in the company, an Omega.

Sun Meiru watched Wen Yunting support the Omega, still sullen, immediately guessed what was going on, and ordered: "Go, say hello to Lao Zhu, don't let him go so easily."

Wen Yunting supported Zhong Lin, who was about to lose his feet, and shook his shoulder: "Hey, Zhong Lin, Zhong Lin, how much did you drink?"

Zhong Lin's eyes were confused, and it took him a long time to focus. After seeing Wen Yunting, he smiled foolishly: "Brother Wen...I seem to be drunk..."

This appearance must be drunk, Wen Yunting suppressed the rising anger, and helped him to the side: "Go and rest for a while, you can't drink anymore."

The manager Tao Ge, who was wearing glasses, cupped his hands at a table of bosses behind the scenes: "Zhong Lin really can't drink anymore, he is still a kid who has just debuted, so please hold your hand high?"

Since Wen Yunting came over suddenly, everyone at the table was staring at him, Director Zhu called him by name and stopped him: "Hey, who are you? You take people away without even saying hello, you all do this now Are there any rules?"

Wen Yunting turned his head and said coldly: "I'm not an artist in Bright Star Entertainment, what should I say hello to?"

Brother Tao quickly grabbed Wen Yunting's arm and winked at him.You can't have this kind of attitude. This is Party A who will cooperate in the future, and the producers of several TV stations are here.

Wen Yunting shook off Brother Tao's hand, he was suffocating and had nowhere to vent his anger, if Brother Tao hadn't brought Zhong Lin to toast, he wouldn't have been allowed to drink like this.There are so many people in their Y group, why do they have to choose Zhong Lin?Even if he came, as a manager, he had to find a way to stop him, what if something happened to him?

However, Wen Yunting didn't know the truth about it, and was worried that Zhong Lin's future would be ruined accidentally, so after Yang Beiqi helped him away, Wen Yunting stood in front of the table, and his attitude towards Director Zhu slowed down a bit. : "Sorry, I was impatient just now. I have nothing to do with Bright Star Entertainment. Zhong Lin is my friend. I was only anxious when I saw that he drank too much. Please forgive me."

Director Zhu obviously didn't buy it, he poured another half a glass of white wine, and placed it in front of Wen Yunting with a "boom": "I saw that kid was cute, so I left him to say a few words. Since you and him are friends, the key He is always stabbing at the ribs, so you can help him with the rest, how about it?"

Brother Tao was winking again, implying that Wen Yunting would be fine after drinking.This director Zhu just loves to make things difficult for others, and those who want to make things difficult have left, so he probably lacks interest and will not use any more tricks.

"Just replace it, right?" Without further ado, Wen Yunting picked up the wine glass and lifted it up, and the half of the glass bottomed out in an instant.He wiped his mouth, put the wine glass on the table, and said with a half smile: "Please take care of Zhong Lin in the future, thank you."

A flash of surprise flashed in Director Zhu's eyes. Seeing Wen Yunting turn around and leave, remembering Mrs. Song's instructions, he stood up and grabbed his arm: "Hey, who said that Xiao Zhong's leftover is half a glass? There are many more Woolen cloth."

Wen Yunting was shocked, how shameless?Just a second ago he said it was "the rest", but now there is "a lot" more, probably Zhong Lin got drunk by this method, right?

Director Zhu stared at Wen Yunting, told him to sit down and drink slowly.The closest one was a well-known producer with a crew cut. He poured wine for Wen Yunting, this time it was a whole glass. Director Zhu asked: "Are you really not an artist of Bright Star Entertainment? Not like that, Mr. Song It’s a loss for you to sign.”

"Oh, you're flattering me." Wen Yunting didn't want to talk nonsense, picked up the cup, "It's over, how many cups are there, don't let me finish it after drinking. You are all famous people, this is interesting ?"

When someone patted the table and accused Wen Yunting of what he said, Director Zhu stopped his friend, pointed at the wine glass with an interested expression, "Just this one, I said it."

"Okay." Wen Yunting picked up the wine glass, held his head up and let out another sigh of relief.Immediately, the alcohol evaporated, and the fiery heat climbed up to the ears. Compared with Zhong Lin, he could drink better, but he couldn't stand such a heavy drink, and it was easy to get on his face. At this moment, the area from the neck to the ears must be red.

He put down the wine glass, stood up to leave, but was stopped by another person: "That's Lao Zhu's, what about ours?"

Depend on!Wen Yunting was completely angry, he could see it, because he helped Zhong Lin, and "speaking rudely", not giving them face, annoyed everyone at this table.Either he leaves, and Zhong Lin may face a series of invisible troubles in the future; or he stays, and if he continues to drink, he will most likely end up like Zhong Lin.

Wen Yunting had a headache, and regretted more and more why he risked his life to attend this kind of annual meeting. Can't he just listen to the concert at home?It's so hard to get off now, I can't wait to lift the table.

Brother Tao pushed his glasses and complained in a low voice: "Oh, I shouldn't have asked Betsy to come to you. It was fine to say a few nice words, but this is what happened..."

"..." Wen Yunting had no expression on his face, his eyes swept over the faces of everyone at the table, and he pushed the glass to the front, "Pour the wine."

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Song Yan was exchanging cups with a few old friends who had a good relationship, and had a good chat, when Song Li suddenly appeared behind him, and quietly reported, "Brother, I saw Ting Ting!"

"Where is it?" Song Yan's place is almost over, and he was about to go to Wen Yunting immediately, knowing the better direction.If he guessed right, Wen Yunting must be in the backcourt, looking for a place to eat and watch the show, living a very comfortable life alone.

Unexpectedly, Song Li pointed in the opposite direction, and said in an anxious voice, "Damn, he's drinking over there! I felt something was wrong just now, why is he sitting at the same table with that scoundrel Director Zhu?"

Song Yan frowned and asked Feng Xue to see what was going on.After a while, Feng Xue came back and reported in a low voice: "President Song, it's Mr. Wen, Zhong Lin is drunk, and he's taking the wine."

"..." Song Yan asked Xu Yao to sit here for a while, and he had to leave first.After withdrawing from the wine shop, Song Yan didn't take two steps, and he really saw Wen Yunting sitting there, his cheeks flushed.Song Li had to go back. He escaped from his mother only by finding an excuse to go to the toilet. It was unjustifiable to disappear for too long.

Song Yan let him go, go back and drag Sun Meiru, don't let her come over.

Wen Yunting didn't know whether it was the fourth cup or the fifth cup. These people are so ruthless that they don't even allow a bite of food. Who can stand it?Fortunately, he had eaten a lot of desserts before, and he had some dry food in his stomach, otherwise he would have been unable to hold on.

Director Zhu changed his position, moved to his side, and asked with a smile: "The conditions are so good, why didn't you join the circle? Why don't I talk to you Mr. Song, sign you, and allocate some good resources for you, how about it?"

Wen Yunting stared at him, the end of his eyes were flushed and curved a little, looking a little charming under the light.Director Zhu thought about it, and quietly covered his hand: "I'll make a show to cheer you up, you're obedient, tonight...?"

His hint was so blatant, Wen Yunting smiled lightly, telling him to remember what he said now, don't be afraid to keep it.

Director Zhu was overjoyed, and sat closer to him. The crew-haired man next to him smiled and said, "Hey, can I still drink it? I can't. Let's just put on a show and let's forget it."

Director Zhu also wanted to explore Wen Yunting's specialty, pointing to the stage: "Can you play the piano? If you can, play a piece, and you won't be allowed to drink this wine."

Wen Yunting's tone was lazy, no, let's continue drinking.He was a little drunk, and the ending was floating, like a hook, scratching at Director Zhu's heart.Director Zhu said happily: "Then don't drink, you sit here with me."

When Wen Yunting heard this, he pushed the wine glass forward: "Then let's continue, I keep my word, just don't make things difficult for Zhong Lin after drinking."

Another glass was filled. This glass seemed to be made by Editor Lin. Anyway, he couldn't remember it. Just drink it.Just as he picked up the cup, he took it with one hand, and his shoulder was pressed again: "How much did you drink?"

Wen Yunting turned his head, and Song Yan was standing behind him bent over.

Song Yan put his hand on Wen Yunting's shoulder, and when he appeared, everyone at the table stood up to say hello.Song Yan said with a smile: "Seeing how happy you are drinking here, come over and have a look. What are you doing here? Drinking orders or fighting with wheels?"

Director Zhu's back felt cold, and when he saw Song Yan standing behind Wen Yunting with his hands on his shoulders, he guessed that things were not easy.Mrs. Song asked him not to let this boy leave easily. Mr. Song came over with an attitude of asking questions, what happened to the mother and son?

The point is that just now he also revealed that he is interested in this Alpha, ouch, robbing Song Yan for someone, isn't this a difficult time for reconciliation.

"Why are you here?" Wen Yunting said impatiently, pushing his hand away, "I have a few drinks left, you go back."

Several people at the same table laughed and said: "This kid is bold, he can drink it, but he dries it up in one gulp, we can't even persuade him!"

"Yeah, a real knife and gun, worthy of being Alpha."

Wen Yunting sneered, this kind of shameless words can be said, he just has an unyielding character, Song Yan came here, and he didn't want him to intervene, so as not to spread such a mess of "overlord's strength to protect his wife" s things.

But how could Song Yan let Wen Yunting drink like this, this cup is close to two ounces, Wen Yunting's state is at least half a catty down, and if he drinks any more, there is nothing to discuss on the table.He simply asked someone to take an extra chair, beside Wen Yunting, and asked, "How much did you replace?"

"As much as you owe."

Song Yan knew in his heart that the surname Zhu must have committed an old problem. Seeing that Zhong Lin was beautiful and easy to bully, he wanted to torment him, which was really annoying.

It's also his fault that he didn't explain it further. Old Tao probably followed the procedure and brought the newcomers to toast according to the usual practice.Wen Yunting didn't understand these things either, he only came to help out because he saw that Zhong Lin was drunk and was anxious.

"Old Zhu, not all the newcomers in our family can drink. In the future, can you save yourself this rule?" Song Yan's attitude was very good, and Director Zhu smiled: "What kind of talk is this, Mr. Song is serious. , Blame me, blame me today, I will punish myself with a drink!"

After he finished speaking, he filled himself up and drank it in one gulp, refreshingly and neatly.Song Yan smiled, and pushed the wine glass he had just captured with his index finger: "Is this going to continue? If you continue, I will drink with you. Blame me for not caring about your table. Let me do the rest?"

Everyone sitting here looked at each other, Song Yan's words were not easy to answer, and it was not easy to push.Wen Yunting didn't want him to come forward to defend, and reached for the wine glass: "Don't talk, I will drink my wine myself."

Song Yan raised his hand, put the cup aside, and grabbed his arm: "Your face is blushing, be obedient, stop drinking."

Wen Yunting thought he was annoying, so he pulled out his arm, stood up and reached for it.Song Yan had nothing to do with him, so he hugged him and sat down, pressed his shoulders hard, and said in a serious tone: "I feel uncomfortable after drinking too much, you sit down."

"Are you annoyed? Don't bother when you should, and come out when you shouldn't."

"...Didn't I just see you here? All right, all you have to do is sit still."

The expressions of the people at the table were delicate, and when they saw Song Yan for the first time, they were also helpless, which was rare and strange.This is the new love, right?It must be, otherwise how could it be so smooth.

Just when he stood up, he felt dizzy for a while, Wen Yunting knew in his heart that he would turn over when he drank again.And the people at this table didn't mean to continue to make things difficult, obviously because of Song Yan's face, they didn't dare to do it anymore.He was unconvinced, Alpha was competitive, he was usually pressed by Song Yan on the bed and couldn't turn over for the time being, let alone being protected by him outside, how embarrassing it was to say it?

Wen Yunting looked at Director Zhu: "You said let me perform a talent and it's over?"

Director Zhu was taken aback, and pointed at the man with the crew cut: "Producer Li said it, this is not my suggestion."

Wen Yunting didn't care who it was, he looked back at the stage and said lazily: "I don't know how to play the piano, let me choose the instrument myself."

Producer Li quickly waved his hands, no need, no need, the children are so bold, they should not make things difficult for them.

Wen Yunting didn't walk up the paved steps, he had his own idea, pointed at Song Yan, and said: "I ended it in a different way because I couldn't drink the wine anymore. It's not because you look at his face, Is that okay?"

... Song Yancai has a headache, what exactly does this little ancestor want to do?What is the relationship between them, and there is no need to care about whether these are there or not?

Wen Yunting stood up, unzipped the jacket, took off his jacket, and threw it into Song Yan's arms.Song Yan grabbed his arm, Wen Yunting looked down at him: "Song Yan, I'll be angry if you don't let go."

"..." Song Yan let go, with a man's expression of forbearance for love.Tsk, if it wasn't for the public and several media outlets, he would have put Wen Yunting on the spot for being so disobedient.

Wen Yunting walked to the stage, his steps were flimsy, and he went to pick up the musical instruments.Song Yan asked Feng Xue to follow, and don't throw anyone down.As soon as he left, there were whispers on the table, and someone couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Song, this—"

"My family, I can't control it."

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After a while, Wen Yunting came back with a violin in his hand.

He has already attracted a lot of attention after coming and going, and Song Yan's incandescent light bulb was shining, even the drinking companions put down their glasses and stared at the table curiously.The crowd slowly surrounded from the backcourt, and after a while, they were already three floors away from the third floor, crowded with people, waiting to watch the fun.

Wen Yunting turned a blind eye, returned to the table, and coughed lightly: "Forget everything else, I'll just sing one, let's just make do with it."

He put the violin on his shoulders, the tail of the violin against the collarbone, and the head was clamped.The onlookers whispered, who is this?So unfamiliar, playing the violin by the table, how is it similar to those wandering singers?

Wen Yunting took the bow and drew it down, making an ear-piercing sound immediately.Laughter came from the crowd, and he glanced at it lazily, ignoring it.Song Yan raised his head, with a half-smile expression on his face, and the smiling faces quickly put away their narrow faces.

After trying a few notes in a row, I gradually found the hand feeling. The alcohol was gradually paralyzing the nerves. Wen Yunting's reaction was a little slow, and he played the only score he still remembered from memory.It was the piece he used for the grade examination back then. After practicing for a long time, his collarbone was almost worn out every day with the piano in his hands, so he was very impressed.

The melodious and soothing sound of the piano floats out, and the beautiful summer night of the water town in the south of the Yangtze River slowly unfolds bit by bit.Wen Yunting has a slender figure, and his simple shirt and jeans are refreshing and clean. His shoulders are straight, and the shirt is tucked into the jeans to outline a thin but not weak waistline.His facial features are exquisite but not feminine, but occasionally he glances at the end of his eyes and hangs them lightly, adding a different taste, which makes people unable to look away.

Director Zhu admired this Alpha more and more. In his eyes, Wen Yunting was like a shining gem, illuminating the entire venue.Song Yan stroked his chin and lamented that his daughter-in-law was versatile, like a treasure, and every excavation would bring different surprises.

Producer Li asked: "Mr. Song, why haven't you signed this one yet? He is a rare and good seedling."

Song Yan chuckled softly: "You can think of my daughter-in-law going into the circle to suffer."

"Ah?" Producer Li exclaimed, "Ah!"

In the second half of the play, the sound of the violin came suddenly, Wen Yunting put down the violin, the wine was getting stronger, and the bow could no longer be held firmly.Song Yan hurriedly supported him, stopped pulling, told Feng Xue to take Qin away, and then went to the back kitchen to get a bowl of hangover soup.

At the end of the performance, the lively crowd gradually dispersed, and everyone went back to do what to do.However, Wen Yunting and his relationship with the boss were added to the topic of discussion.

Wen Yunting was completely drunk, his eyes were confused, and he seemed to have forgotten what the occasion was.He leaned on Song Yan's shoulder and muttered softly, "I'm a little sleepy."

Song Yan hugged him and leaned in his arms, feeling uncomfortable in this position, and asked, "I'm holding you?"

Wen Yunting tilted his head, pondered for a few seconds, then nodded lightly.He was moved to sit on Song Yan's lap, suddenly remembered something, stared at Director Zhu, and smiled slightly: "Didn't you... want me to accompany you?"

"..." Director Zhu smiled apologetically at Song Yan, he was so drunk that he started talking about wine.

Wen Yunting's arms hung behind Song Yan's back, his chin rested on his shoulders, his eyes closed and opened, and then closed again, unable to open them.

Feeling that he was breathing evenly, Song Yan stroked his back and breathed a sigh of relief, he was really an ancestor, and he could really make a fuss.Feng Xue brought the hangover soup, Song Yan said no, everyone fell asleep.

Feng Xue looked at their posture, observed the prying eyes around, and reminded in a low voice: "Mr. Song, why don't you send Mr. Wen to the lounge? Like this..."

"It's okay, I'll hug him to sleep for a while." Song Yan ordered, "Go and say hello to the media that came, don't write in random in the draft, if my wife is lost, they should go bankrupt."

Feng Xue nodded. He had already considered this aspect, and just went to several media to explain it.

Yang Beiqi came out of the lounge, ready to pour water.He was taking care of Zhong Lin, and Brother Tao kept talking about it, blaming him for suggesting that Zhong Lin go to toast, which caused all these things.Yang Beiqi was wronged and took the initiative to take care of Zhong Lin and let Brother Tao go back first.

"The situation is worse than expected." An Ti clasped his arms and shook his head, "You and I are in the right direction, but we underestimated his importance with the boss."

He glanced into the lounge and said with a smile, "Zhong Lin and the proprietress are close, Betsy, do you think what I said before was exaggerated?"