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As the sun set, Xu Chenhe finally put away the miscellaneous daily necessities that Tezhu Zhou personally delivered to his door, and the room of a hundred square meters felt more filling in an instant.

The living room is separated from the wide-view balcony by sliding French windows on one side. The bay faces south, and the light blue and beige double-layer curtains are drawn.

The living room and the dining room are integrated, and the kitchen opposite the dining room emits a strong aroma. Xu Chenhe walks to the kitchen with a cotton mop that fits his feet, turns the fire to low, and stirs the ingredients in the soup with a spoon. After about half an hour Add salt to taste.

Walking out of the kitchen, Xu Chenhe sent a message to Gu Congran: Mr. Gu, what time will you arrive?

The other party called immediately: "I just got off work, there was a traffic jam on the road, and it was almost seven o'clock to get to Fujinyuan."

"Have you eaten?" Xu Chenhe asked.

The siren blares continuously from the earpiece, which seems to have diluted Gu Congran's short answer: "Not yet."

Xu Chenhe lightly twirled the delicate petals of violets in the porcelain black vase on the dining table: "If Mr. Gu doesn't dislike it, would you like to try my cooking skills?"

After hanging up the phone, Xu Chenhe rolled up his sleeves and walked back to the kitchen. He was busy for a long time, and when he was cooking the last dish, he heard the soft sound of the outside door opening.

When Mianmo stepped on the ground, the sound was not loud, but when Gu Congran's tall figure stood at the kitchen door, Xu Shenhe could catch a glimpse of it out of the corner of his eye.

"The cotton mop you bought in the afternoon?" Gu Congran leaned on the door frame, "You moved very quickly."

"It's thanks to Special Assistant Zhou, he bought everything in this room all afternoon." Xu Chenhe poured oyster sauce on the stir-fried macaroni, "Dinner will be ready soon, just wait a moment. "

After stirring the vegetables and oyster sauce, Xu Chenhe turned off the fire, and neatly transferred the vegetables to the blue and white porcelain plate.There are three dishes on the white table of Xinkuang Jazz, salt-baked shredded chicken, scrambled egg and scrambled milk, and Thai-style macaroni with oyster sauce.

It is beneficial to drink soup before meals. Xu Chenhe filled two bowls of ribs, radish and corn soup, put one bowl in front of Gu Congran, and one bowl in front of himself.

The clear soup was in the mouth, and the picky taste buds were soothed. Gu Congran finished drinking it in a few sips, and asked with satisfaction: "Do you usually cook by yourself?"

"Well, it's unhealthy to eat too much takeaway, and it's more convenient to cook by yourself." Xu Chenhe also finished his drink, and took Gu Congran's bowl to serve the rice.

During the meal, Xu Chenhe noticed that the other party put the chopsticks on the fried milk first, and after chewing slowly, he sighed: "The taste is good, but unfortunately it is not sweet."

"Mr. Gu prefers sweet ones?" Xu Chenhe asked.

"Well, every time I buy coffee, I have to add half sugar and milk." Gu Congran said.

Eating sweets is a habit inherited from Jiang Hua in high school. Jiang Hua loves sweets and hates bitterness. He said that life is hard, so how can he not taste more sweets when he has a choice.

Xu Chenhe smiled: "I happen to know how to make a few desserts, and next time I have a chance, let Mr. Gu try it."

Three dishes and one soup, the portion is not much, just enough for two people to sweep the bottom of the disc.Xu Chenhe put the dishes, chopsticks, cups and plates in the sink and soaked them with detergent, planning to wash them after Gu Congran left.

Gu Congran stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room watching the night scene, and when he heard footsteps behind him, he turned around and pointed to the various paper bags with trademarks printed on the sofa: "I bought you some sets of clothes, you can see if they fit. "

There is a distance between the living room and the dining room, and when he was eating just now, his back was facing the living room. Xu Chenhe didn't notice that Gu Congran bought such a big gift.

The words of refusal stuck in his mouth, he remembered the identity he played, and changed the refusal to thank you.

Jiang Hua mainly focuses on the easy-going and gentle personality, and the clothes are calm and clean.Xu Chenhe is able to control this style, as long as it is not gaudy or different, he can tell whether the clothes are suitable for him at a glance.

Under the gesture of Gu Congran's eyes, Xu Chenhe picked one of the sets and changed into the bedroom, a gray-blue turtleneck sweater, a navy blue houndstooth mid-length coat, and black straight-leg trousers. Wear brogue shoes in the same color, simple and casual.

Xu Chenhe is not a model, nor does he have the idea of ​​being a model, so when Gu Congran asked him to turn around to show himself, he quietly blushed, thinking that one Gu Congran was more difficult to deal with than dozens of students.

"It's beautiful." Gu Congran sat on the sofa and praised sincerely. When Xu Chenhe turned sideways or turned his back to him, his eyes suddenly became deep.

Jiang Hua is much more stinky than Xu Chenhe. Jiang Hua in front of him doesn't have to worry about whether he will collapse at any time. As long as he buys new clothes, Jiang Hua will definitely dress them up and hang around in front of him. He has to boast nice words I was willing to give up.

Is Xu Chenhe different from Jiang Hua? Under Gu Congran's admiring eyes, he turned around and didn't bother to move: "Is Mr. Gu thirsty? I'll pour you a glass of water."

"No, I have to go, I still have work to do when I go back," Gu Congran said, "By the way, tomorrow morning I will ask Special Assistant Zhou to pick you up at the company and meet your manager and assistant."

"Okay," Xu Chenhe agreed, and followed Gu Congran all the way to the entrance, "Mr. Gu, go slowly."

The next morning, Xu Chenhe was fully armed and arrived at Xuanran Entertainment in Zhou Tezhu's car. Zhou Tezhu sent him outside the president's office and left. He pushed the door in alone. Gu Congran was standing in front of the French window talking on the phone, all dressed The crisp black suit fully demonstrated the advantage of his figure with wide shoulders and long legs.

"Please reserve one more guest seat for me this year, and my name will be posted on the seat."

"That's right...the person whose name cannot be made public for the time being. Arrange the seat with me. Newcomers sit on the left and right, and don't arrange the old seniors."

"Okay, thank you."

Gu Congran put his mobile phone in his trouser pocket, walked towards this side, pressed Xu Chenhe's shoulder and sat down on the fabric sofa: "Is the cold better?"

"It's so good." Xu Chenhe lifted his mask.

"Can you understand the document sent to you?" Gu Congran asked.

Xu Chenhe told the truth: "Many of them have to be checked online."

He didn't chase stars when he was studying, and he came out to work and stayed away from city life. He knew little about the entertainment industry. For example, the top traffic in today's era may be an unfamiliar name to him.

Gu Congran pointed to the mobile phone held by the other party: "You put our chat box on top, and you can click my name directly if you don't understand anything in the future. It is guaranteed to be more real and effective than the answers pushed to you by all search engines."

The conversation was interrupted by a knock on the door, Gu Congran shouted "Come in", the opposite door was pushed open from the outside, Zhou Tezhu led a man and a woman in, the man was handsome and the woman was delicate.

Gu Congran and Zhu Huiting have known each other for many years, and the signature gesture of meeting is to shake hands and bump shoulders: "Sit."

"This is?" After Zhu Huiting sat down, he found Xu Chenhe who had just been covered by Gu Congran, and he, who was always calm, couldn't help being dumbfounded.

Fang Rui on the side also had the same expression, and was even more surprised than Zhu Huiting: "Jiang..."

Zhou Tezhu coughed lightly, Fang Rui quickly stopped talking, and only peeked at Xu Chenhe who was sitting next to Gu Congran from the corner of his eye.

Zhu Huiting is Xuan Ran's gold medal manager. He has brought many outstanding artists before and after, and Jiang Hua is the first one.This time Gu Congran invited him to be Xu Shenhe's manager, of course, because Zhu Huiting is the person who is most familiar with Jiang Hua besides himself. Court can help Xu Chenhe avoid those pits full of thorns at any time.

When the tea was served, Gu Congran had just finished a brief introduction for the two parties. Zhou Tezhu took out two non-disclosure agreements and red ink pads and placed them in front of Zhu Huiting and Fang Rui.

"We've been buddies for so many years, and we're still so serious." Zhu Huihui said while signing.

"Go through the process." Gu Congran glanced at Fang Rui who was imprinting his fingers. In other words, he and Zhu Huiting are buddies, but Fang Rui is not. Fang Rui is a new assistant. beware.

Zhu had been on vacation in France for some time before going back to court. This time when Gu Congran called him back, the two rarely met. Naturally, at noon they booked a private room at a nearby restaurant to have a meal together.

During the dinner, the topic inevitably came up with Jiang Hua. Zhu Huiting replaced the tea in the cup with beer and sighed: "You persist in finding someone to replace him, do you really think this is the right way?"

The three of them knew each other when they were studying. Gu Congran and Zhu Huiting both knew that Jiang Hua's biggest dream was to become a household name, so that in the end, they didn't understand why Jiang Hua, who was so prosperous in the entertainment industry, Huahui chose to take his own life.

"I don't know." There were mints in the small plate on the table, and Gu Congran peeled off one and put it in his mouth. "At first I found someone to replace him with the mentality of trying. I couldn't forget him so hard. I want people to simulate his unfinished life."

The sweetness and coldness in his mouth melted at the same time, like Jiang Hua who occasionally walked into his dream, with a familiar but vague face, but he couldn't hold it tightly when he stretched out his hand.

"But Tian Jianghua told me not to do this in a dream. He said that those people were not him, and no one would understand him."

"Then what happened to Xu Shenhe?" Zhu Huiting was puzzled.

Gu Congran crushed the mint candy, and the sweet and slightly pungent taste infiltrated between his teeth, like nostalgia for the past, and also like yearning for a reunion: "Xu Chenhe is so similar to Jiang Hua in every respect. When I saw him, I Only then did I feel that Jiang Hua was still alive."

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