Living depends on the opponent's life [Entertainment]

"Okay, is there anything you can't say on the phone, why do you have to come to this kind of place?"

Jiang Xingpan pushed aside the jubilant crowd and walked to the booth of the bar.

He covered half of his round face, glaring at the woman in front of him who was drinking alone indoors wearing sunglasses.

Chen Qingquan squinted at him, poured another cup on his own, pointed to the seat next to him, and signaled him to sit down.

Jiang Xingpan sat down uncomfortably: "If you have anything to say, say it quickly. Tonight is the time for me to tell stories to my children. My wife will cry if I go home late."

"Tsk——" Chen Qingquan glanced at him incredulously, and took back the wine glass handed to him, "It's nothing serious, I just want to learn from you."

Jiang Xingpan: "... Huh?"

The ace agent learned from himself?Does the world speak logic?

"The kids I brought up were either obedient and easy to control, or reasonable and cooperative. Few deviant. After all, your artists have always been out of control. I just want to know how you adjust your mentality as a manager?"

The music in the bar was very loud, these words drifted into Jiang Xingpan's ears and disappeared.

Jiang Xingpan recalled this morning's trending search, and suddenly said, "You mean Lin Yao's behavior has been too outrageous recently?"

Chen Qingquan nodded: "And it is reasonable to suspect that it was your boss who made the mistake."

Lin Yao, who pays attention to style evaluation and has no stains for many years, is becoming more and more unrestrained, and his free and undisciplined style is becoming more and more comparable to Candle Tea.

This morning I drove to pick up the younger generation without authorization, and I told her only when I was on the road. Chen Qingquan was depressed all day, and felt that only his manager could understand his mood.

Originally, it was Zhuming, a runaway wild horse, rampaging in the circle. Everyone was watching the excitement, and they dared not let the artists under their hands follow suit.

It's good now, one horse turned into a pair, if it weren't for the two men, there might even be a little wild horse in the next second.

"I think it's pretty good." Jiang Xingpan said sincerely, "They're already so popular, they don't lack money or resources, and they're not so ignorant, why are they still bound by the so-called rules? Isn't it good to have fun at work?"

Chen Qingquan choked, a mouthful of wine stuck in his throat.

"We are the ones who can best witness how hard it has been for them along the way. Why do we have to deprive them of their only freedom?"

Chen Qingquan hooked the wine glass with two fingers, and gently shook the wine at the bottom of the glass: "Do you dare to say this in front of him? I bet you must be like me in front of your boss, jumping every day and looking desperate."

"……really."

If he told Zhuming this, Jiang Xingpan had no doubt that this person would do even more presumptuous things!

He paused and frowned: "You have been working for so many years, so you are not so inexperienced. Now you are like a teacher in primary and secondary schools preventing students from falling in love with each other."

The cup in Chen Qingquan's hand stopped, turned his head stiffly, and looked at Jiang Xingpan with a complicated expression: "You... don't know yet?"

"Know what?" Jiang Xingpan watched a group of people evacuate from the dance floor in the distance from the corner of his eye, grabbed his clothes and sat inside, afraid of getting the smell of makeup, "Is there anything else I need to know? "

Chen Qingquan looked at him with distaste, and also sat down on the inside, holding his forehead: "Do you know that they often live together now?"

"I know, it seems that there is some secret cooperation."

"..." Chen Qingquan rolled his eyes, "May I ask Mr. Jiang, what is your brain to get off the single, marry a wife and have children, and embark on the road of winning in life?"

"Sister, let's have a good chat, others will attack you."

"Let me put it another way." Chen Qingquan took a deep breath, "Have you ever done public relations for an artist to come out?"

"Have you come out of the closet, have you cheated... eh??? What do you mean???" Jiang Xingpan's eyes widened.

"Yes, Ah Yao is chasing your boss. As for the progress now, I don't know."

"...Is it true?" Although Jiang Xingpan asked this question, he almost believed it in his heart.

The day Lin Yao brought the cake to the studio, he always felt that something was wrong, but when he thought that these two had been partners for so many years, he didn't think about other aspects at all.

He slapped the table violently, and the wine glass on the table shook: "Why did my boss report everything to you, and my boss didn't tell me anything!"

Isn't this bullying him!Is it still your most loyal colleague? Hey!

"...Come, have a drink and relieve your anger."

Chen Qingquan pushed the half bottle of wine in front of Jiang Xingpan.

"No, you can talk about socializing with a bit of alcohol. If you drink without reporting, your wife will break your leg." Jiang Xingpan bluntly refused, "How should we say, do we have to start preparing for the follow-up release?"

"Do you have experience?"

"No. I only know the routines of business among male artists, but you don't have to come out to speculate on CP."

Chen Qingquan: "I have only seen the scene where Fang Jiuzhou and Yu Yingdi declared their sovereignty."

"Ah, the two of them, then I remember that the two male protagonists won the award together and kissed in public after speaking. Can't the fuck learn this?!"

Chen Qingquan held his chin, his eyes blurred: "Hey, I want to retire, and I don't bother to care about it. I guess your boss can be more sensational."

"...I really beg them, be safe."

Lin Yao took the juniors to meet the choreographer. After accepting the interview and filming and recording in front of Haiyin's camera calmly, he returned home and began to read the script.

After watching it for several hours, I didn't see anything. My whole heart seemed to drift to Zhu Ming, and there was always a voice in my mind.

"Come to my house tonight."

"it is good."

Watching the time go by bit by bit, when the appointed time came, he quietly left home, checked that no one was following him, and drove on the road until he stopped in front of a villa in the suburb of Zhuming, with the heart still beating on his chest.

Press the doorbell, and soon, that bland and alienated face appeared in front of the door, and a smile rose from the corner of his eyes the moment he saw him.

"coming."

"Ah."

Lin Yao nodded, and was about to walk in when Zhu Ming suddenly held his arm.

"Wait a minute." Zhu Ming stopped him with one hand, turned around and pressed something on the door, "Hand, put it up."

Lin Yao was suspicious, and before he could react, Zhu Ming pulled his hand and pressed the square area on the door.

Candle tea covered Lin Yao's well-articulated hands, his eyes moved slightly, and he faintly wanted to deflect his fingers slightly, and gently clasped them along Lin Yao's fingers.

Turning his head, he saw Lin Yao looking at him indifferently, his teasing eyes fell on his ready to move fingertips.

"Cough." Zhu Ming turned her head, slapped those slender hands with a clap, and then randomly pressed twice on the button on the door, "Are you satisfied, Teacher Lin, you now have the key to my house."

Fingerprint unlock, his fingerprint is now the only pass that can enter this house.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Lin Yao froze in place, and there seemed to be waves surging in his calm and deep eyes, which seemed to suck him in.

"Why?" Lin Yao was puzzled.

Only Lin Yao could tell by himself that apart from shock, there was also a trace of shameful joy in his voice.

In this life-continuing relationship, a strong person like Zhuming not only has to be in a weak position, but also depends on him, and tolerates the system's leakage of his memories.

With Zhu Ming's temperament, there is no need to do this for herself.

Zhu Ming raised her hand to wrap his shoulders around him, pushed into the room, closed the door casually, and said nonchalantly, "Why are there so many? I'm happy."

The door closed heavily with a "boom", and a gust of wind blew up everywhere, blowing away the chaos in Lin Yao's heart.

The people in front of me are like this nameless wind blowing freely and freely, which makes people feel refreshed.

"I just didn't expect it to be so easy." Lin Yao said.

Zhu Ming paused, and feigned anger: "Teacher Lin, please correct your position, not everyone can get the treatment I open the door to."

There was a smile in Lin Yao's eyes.

He changed his shoes, strode forward, put his hand on top of Zhuming's head, scratched his hair casually, and put it next to his ear: "Then the question is, when will the other doors be opened?"

"..."

A burst of electricity flowed from the tips of the ears to the whole body, and Zhu Ming's cheeks gradually turned bright red under Lin Yao's coquettish words.

Grass, the wheel is pressing on the face!

In the next second, he slapped Lin Yao's fidgeting hands: "Get out of here!"

Lin Yao laughed loudly behind him.

Zhu Ming sneaked into the kitchen with her hot cheeks, took out a box of frozen ice cubes from the refrigerator, touched it with her hand, and patted her face with her cool hand.

"Huh? Teacher Zhu, is this going to be supper?"

After Lin Yao finished the tour, he walked into the kitchen with a strange expression on his face, and the rumble of the juicer in the kitchen was buzzing.

This untouchable man fiddled with something in the kitchen for the first time, which shocked him more than his announcement of quitting the entertainment industry.

"Tequila sunrise, I learned from Yu Keai and borrowed some equipment." Zhu Ming rolled up the cuffs of her white shirt and said proudly, "Creation starts with understanding the image."

The corner of Lin Yao's mouth twitched, he thought it was just an excuse for Zhu Ming to call him to drink.

Candle Tea put a bottle of tequila and a bottle of grenadine syrup on the table, and turned back to pour the squeezed fresh orange juice from the juicer into a glass.

I took two wine glasses from a cabinet that had not been opened all year round, rinsed them, dried them and put them on the table, and added some ice cubes to each.

"Thanks to the tequila sunrise." Lin Yao stared at his unskilled movements.

There are many ways to mix wine, but the blending method is the easiest to use, and the technical content is not very high, just mix the recipes together.

It really suits him.

Candle Tea poured some tequila into each of the two wine glasses filled with ice cubes, and then filled up the fresh orange juice. The bright orange with the crystal clearness of ice cubes instantly occupied the entire glass.

The next step is to add grenadine syrup to the spot.

The crimson liquid converged into a trickle and slowly flowed into the glass. It penetrated into the [-]% full orange juice and wine, instantly adding a thick red color to the clear orange.

The red pomegranate slowly sinks to the bottom due to its maximum density, and it is clearly layered from red to orange to yellow from bottom to top.

Candle Tea picks up the bar spoon and lightly touches it in the cup, the color immediately transitions beautifully and naturally.

Passionate, is the symbolic meaning of tequila sunrise.

From yellow to red, it outlines the gorgeous sky when the sun rises.

Lin Yao was not idle either, picked up a lemon slice on the side, cut off a corner, inserted it on the wall of the cup, and decorated it with a little, making it look extra romantic.

"Try it."

He pushed the cup in front of Lin Yao, picked it up himself, and took a sip.

The bitter taste of agave is wrapped in the sweet and sour of grenadine syrup and orange juice, and gradually disappears on the tip of the tongue.

While drinking, the love song "Tequila Sunrise" was played, and the warm melody entwined the two of them.

The two of them sipped slowly, listening to the music while sipping, and they seemed to be planning secretly in their minds, and neither of them spoke first.

Candle Tea didn't pick up her phone and press pause until the single was repeated five or six times.

"Sunrise." Lin Yao whispered, "How about making the lights on the stage red?"

While tasting the wine, he looked at the candle tea, paused, and asked, "You didn't just invite me to drink, did you? Just tell me if you have any ideas."

Candle Tea blinked: "I got the authorization to re-arrange, and I want to re-arrange the music and rehearse the dance."

Lin Yao's pupils shrank slightly: "You mean...do we want to sing a cover version?"

The requirement for the main dance performance is that there is no need to sing, just a wonderful dance performance in the BGM.

Originally, "Tequila Sunrise" was used as the background music, and dancing was enough.

Unexpectedly... he was so ambitious that he actually wanted to record a new version of the arrangement.

He really didn't expect that in addition to dancing this song with Zhu Ming, he would also sing this song together.

Lin Yao frowned and sighed softly, the man in front of him could always arouse his fighting spirit through inexplicable persistence.

"Well, because, how should I put it, I think the original song is... too boring from the beginning to the end." Zhu Ming swallowed the last sip of wine, "Only in love can you take the trouble to confide in a certain emotion. It also fits with its theme."

"But it's not interesting."

He put down the empty cup, put his hands on the table, bent over, put his face close to Lin Yao's, and exhaled on Lin Yao's cheek.

Lin Yao tightened his grip on the cup, and met his gaze calmly.

Those clear and shallow pupils rolled slightly, wet and captivating, and slowly moved down.

Then, Zhu Ming's hand climbed up to his collar, raised his hand slightly, and the button of the collar was loosened.

It seems that the wind is sneaking in through the neckline.

Lin Yao felt the temperature of his fingertips passing over the skin, and saw Zhu Ming's lips move, whispering.

"I want to do something more exciting. I wonder if Teacher Lin is interested?"

The author has something to say: Candle Tea: The wheels are pressing on your face! ! !

Lin Yao: Do ​​you still have the nerve to talk about me?

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I often feel... this article should be labeled as a food (crap)

The blending method is suitable for home-made, listen to friends' experience and recommend Bardi for pomegranate syrup

感谢在2020-03-0406:48:05~2020-03-0509:16:13期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of sweet and sour tenderloin; 3 bottles of Mo; 2 bottles of lori;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!