alternate performance

On the day of the negotiation, Zhu Huiting drove the car to Fujinyuan early to pick up Xu Shenhe, teasing the other party on the way: "Gu Congran cares about you, the old dormitory where the first few people live, even the assistants are not arranged."

Xu Chenhe was puzzled: "How many are in front?"

"He didn't tell you?" Zhu Huiting glanced at him, "Before you, Special Assistant Zhou had helped him find three people who looked similar to Jiang Hua, but only you were brought back by him personally."

Xu Chenhe was even more astonished: "I don't know."

"It's probably because those three are not important to him at all, he didn't even blink his eyes when he threw them out." Zhu Huiting focused on the road conditions, and didn't notice that Xu Shenhe's expression froze.

Throw?

Clutching the seat belt tightly with both hands, Xu Chenhe smacked this inconspicuous word back and forth several times, and Gu Congran's affectionate eyes suddenly jumped into his mind when he looked at him.

He rubbed his forehead, thinking to himself that he didn't sleep well last night, which led to insanity, and even these thoughts that he didn't have came out.

"Mr. Gu is very dedicated to Mr. Jiang." Xu Chenhe had nothing to say.

Zhu Huiting laughed, and sighed after laughing: "Ten years of lovers, if Jiang Hua didn't leave, it would be... 13 years? They can be called a model couple in the entertainment industry."

Xu Chenhe counted on his fingers. Jiang Hua is four years older than him. If he is still alive, he will be 30 this year. If he subtracts 13 years, then he started talking in high school?

Seeing that the person in the co-driver was silent, Zhu Huiting thought that Xu Chenhe was upset about today's negotiation, so he freed his hand to pat the other party's arm, and comforted him: "Don't panic when we meet the production company and the person in charge of the brand, remember me The point I want to tell you is that if they ask you about endorsement fees and image design, you should answer truthfully, but if there is no accident, I will help you negotiate the details of the cooperation. After the contract is signed, the endorsement will be negotiated. "

Xu Chenhe applied isolation and concealer before going out, and the scar was almost invisible.He raised his mask to cover half of his chin, imitating the expression and tone of Jiang Hua in the variety show, raised his left eyebrow, and smiled softly at the corner of his mouth: "Okay, no problem."

The negotiation went smoothly. I wish Huiting, as a gold medal agent, good eloquence and familiar with strict endorsement details. After discussing the most important endorsement fee, contract period and scope of work, the three parties finalized the schedule, and the producer promised to draw up the contract within three days. Work will begin within ten days.

When he went back, Xu Chenhe still couldn't believe the agreed price: "1300 million?"

"Two years, it's pretty good." Zhu Huiting said.

"I don't think it's too little." Xu Chenhe calculated silently. After taxation and company income, what he got was a big amount. "I never thought I would be so close to this number."

Thinking of asking Gu Congran what car he could buy for around 20 yuan the day before yesterday, Xu Chenhe was a little ashamed. Now let alone the car recommended by Gu Congran, his endorsement income is more than enough to buy Gu Congran's Aston Martin!

Two days later, the brand endorsement signing ceremony was held as scheduled. Before the opening, Xu Shenhe received a message from Gu Congran, asking when the ceremony would end.

Xu Chenhe got up early today, and was drowsy at the moment. He braced himself up to reply after seeing Gu Congran's news: It hasn't started yet, and the curtain won't end until five o'clock at the latest.

Gu Congran: There is a dinner tonight, and I will take you there.

Xu Chenhe's drowsiness was immediately frightened away, and he wanted to ask Gu Congran how the dinner was going, Zhu Huiting touched his shoulder from the side: "It's the opening, put away the phone first."

The so-called ceremony actually did not require Xu Chenhe to speak much. Except for the spokesperson's speech and the formal signing, he only needed to keep silent and smile decently at the camera in front of the rostrum.

When displaying the product, Xu Shenhe sprayed a little lullaby's new perfume "Black Flame" on his collar and wrists in public. The strange and bitter taste made him frown, but fortunately, the smile on his lips did not diminish. Perhaps no one would notice him Discomfort with the smell of this perfume.

After the ceremony, the sky was dark, Zhu Huiting took the two umbrellas in the trunk to the front, and checked the weather forecast after getting in the car: "I have to go back quickly, I'm afraid it will rain tonight."

Xu Chenhe returned a message to Gu Congran, and took out a small mirror from his bag to look at the little mole he had spotted before going out in the morning: "Mr. Gu said he would take me to a dinner party tonight."

"Yes, at Ziyafang, I will send you to the door, and he will wait for you there." Zhu Huiting said.

All the way, the speed of the car was still not as fast as the downpour. When we arrived at Ziyafang, the sky was already dark, and the bean-sized raindrops hit the roof of the car, making people feel melancholy along with the sound of rain for no reason.

From a distance, Xu Chenhe saw Gu Congran standing in front of the gate waiting, but the car couldn't drive through, so Zhu Huiting handed the reverse umbrella to Xu Chenhe: "Can I go by myself?"

"Yes," Xu Chenhe pulled up his mask, took the umbrella and opened the car door, "Be careful on the way back."

Stepping on the splashing rainwater and rushing to Gu Congran, Xu Chenhe put away his umbrella, and first checked whether his hair was messy: "Mr. Gu, I'm not late, am I?"

"No, someone else arrived early." Gu Congran keenly caught the unusual scent on Xu Chenhe's body, the expression in his eyes changed slightly, he took Xu Chenhe's shoulder and led him into the door, "Are you allergic to alcohol?"

"No allergies." Xu Chenhe raised his head after answering, knowing that the upcoming dinner will definitely be drinking, "How is Mr. Jiang's alcohol tolerance?"

"A thousand cups will never get you drunk." Gu Congran said.

Xu Chenhe smiled wryly, but the mask blocked it, and Gu Congran could only see his eyebrows curved: "Don't worry, Mr. Gu, I can drink too."

The private room is huge, but there are fewer people sitting around the table than Xu Chenhe imagined. Gu Congran introduced him one by one: director Kong Shun, who won the best director award at the prestigious awards ceremony, genius screenwriter Pan Yilan, and the other two film and television dramas. investors.

Most of the people present here are bold and talkative people. Halfway through the meal, they didn't eat much, and they bottomed out four or five bottles of Moutai.Xu Chenhe couldn't count how many glasses of wine he was toasted to, but he felt the heat on his cheeks and ear tips, and double images appeared in the portrait in front of him.

His throat was burning, and the glass in his hand was filled again by Kong Shun who was sitting close: "Xiao Jiang, after this drama, I look forward to seeing you win the Best Actor Award again!"

Xu Chenhe didn't know whether his eyes were wandering or not, anyway, his eyes were wandering, drifting leisurely to the face of Gu Congran who was talking with the other two investors, and then moved back to Kong Shun's side, raised the wine glass with both hands, and said with a smile: "I accept your words."

The whole glass of baijiu rolled over the tongue and into the esophagus, and sparks exploded in the stomach.After drinking for three rounds, Xu Chenhe excused him first, left the private room and turned to the bathroom, stumbling on the red carpet in the long corridor, fortunately no one saw him.

His head was dizzy and dizzy, Xu Chenhe slapped his face with cold water twice before he managed to wake up. At this moment, he just wanted to go home and lie on the bed, put aside all distracting thoughts and sleep comfortably.

Walking out of the bathroom in a vain manner, Xu Chenhe walked back slowly while leaning on the wall. A figure loomed in front of him, and he narrowed his eyes uncertainly: "Brother?"

"Not lightly drunk." Gu Congran touched Xu Chenhe's forehead, and wiped the water off his face with the back of his hand, "Didn't you say that you can drink well?"

"Brother." Xu Chenhe closed his eyes, and put the weight of his whole body into Gu Congran's arms.

The familiar perfume smells directly into Gu Congran's nasal cavity, woody fragrance, rich tobacco smell mixed with fresh resinous smell, like tearing a virgin's clothes on a gloomy rainy night, sexy, mysterious but green and charming.

While thinking wildly, the person in his arms suddenly opened his eyes and asked in a bewildered manner, "Do you want to continue drinking?"

Gu Congran pulled up Xu Chenhe's mask, looked at these exceptionally clear eyes for a long time, and sighed: "Your makeup is almost washed off, what are you drinking, do you want people to recognize you?"

After calling the driver to bring the car to the door, Gu Congran took Xu Chenhe on his back to the private room to say goodbye to a group of drunk people inside, and after paying the bill, he took an umbrella and walked out of the restaurant unhurriedly.

The rain did not stop, and it tended to fall harder and harder. Gu Congran and the driver worked together to get Xu Chenhe to the back seat of the car with a lot of effort. His clothes were wet from his shoulders to his back, and he was sleeping soundly Xu Chenhe, the situation is not much better.

Instructing the driver to drive the car into Fujinyuan, Gu Congran asked the driver to go home first, and carried Xu Chenhe upstairs by himself.

After entering the room, Xu Chenhe opened his eyes, but he didn't seem to be awake. He slid down from Gu Congran's back, collapsed on the sofa, tore off his mask, and moaned while covering his forehead.

"Don't sleep on the sofa, it's easy to catch a cold." Gu Congyan took off his wet coat, walked over and grabbed Xu Chenhe's arm, and the latter grabbed the extended arm, wrapped his body around him and whispered: "Brother."

Gu Congran did not expect that Xu Chenhe, who is usually polite and polite, could be so obsessive when drunk. Jiang Hua had never been drunk before, but at this time Gu Congran found Jiang Hua's rare drunk state in Xu Chenhe.

His heart softened, he hugged Xu Chenhe by the waist, entered the master bedroom and put him on the bed, and then helped Xu Chenhe take off his coat, pants, shoes and socks, leaving a thin bottoming shirt before stuffing him into the bed.

Xu Chenhe, who was half asleep and half awake, pressed his hand on the quilt restlessly. Gu Congran grabbed his wrist and was about to put it in for him, but the smell was more obvious——

There was a period of time when Gu Congran couldn't understand Jiang Hua's mind.

When Jiang Hua was a teenager, he hated all kinds of weird perfume smells. When the two of them were shopping, they would often smell the strong and pungent fragrances of men and women passing by. .

After entering the entertainment circle, Jiang Hua fell in love with a perfume called "Deception". At first, Gu Congran was not used to his boy's strange and psychedelic smell, but after a long time, he even became addicted to it.The bittersweet scent is like being fed a sip of coffee with milk by a lover while smoking a cigar. It is rotten, domineering and stimulating. Will be very nostalgic for this unique taste.

It is very similar to the fragrance that Xu Chenhe lingers around today.

Just as he was distracted, Xu Chenhe opened his eyelids, dimly, the right hand that was held by Gu Congran grabbed the other side's skirt.

"Thirsty..." When Xu Chenhe opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse and soaked in excessive liquor.

At the same time, his right hand is also grabbing the person on his body and pulling towards him, with his mouth slightly open, he repeats softly: "Thirst..."

The lights in the bedroom were not turned on, only a glimmer of light leaked in from the living room, but it was useless because it was completely blocked by Gu Congran's body.The rain outside the window was still falling tirelessly, and Gu Congran's heart was full of holes, every hole was filled with Jiang Hua's name.

This is his painting, which he has missed for so long, so long.

The last sliver of reason was overwhelmed by the sound of rain and the smell of perfume, Gu Congran lowered his head, and kissed the cold and soft lips of the person in front of him almost reverently.

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