My vase is broken

Chapter 9 Chapter 09

Qin Yan admitted too quickly and calmly, Ling An was a little tangled.

So, is Qin Yan really his fan?

But if not, how to explain that Weibo only pays attention to him and reports every day?As the person in charge of the Qin Corporation, Qin Yan's time is precious, and it's not an exaggeration to say that every minute is tens of millions.

Ling An couldn't help but look at Qin Yan.

Noticing Ling An's gaze, Qin Yan lowered his head, although his expression was expressionless, his voice was not cold, "What do you want to say?"

How to speak?

Ling An thought about the starting point and how to be tactful. He organized a round table meeting in his mind, and finally overturned everything.

Forget it.

Since Qin Yan admitted it generously, he just asked directly what he was doing, and at most one "no", it's no big deal.

"Are you my fan?" He simply asked.

Qin Yan pursed his lower lip, "No."

Ling An thought so too, he didn't have any representative works, could it be that Qin Yan also controls his appearance, is he fans of his appearance?

"But you look alike." Ling An leaned his elbows on the car window and propped his chin, his exposed wrists were slender and fair, and the corners of his eyes were curled up.

Glancing at Ling An, Qin Yan didn't say anything about being rescued, "Grandpa likes you."

Is this the reason?It seems reasonable.

"By the way, don't post such things in the comment section of Weibo in the future." Ling An reminded, remembering the siege of Qin Yan by fans when he posted on Weibo before.

Qin Yan nodded, "En."

"I set up rejection of calls from strangers, not on purpose not to answer your call." Ling An explained again.

At this time, I happened to meet a crossroads and stop at a red light. Qin Yan turned his head and looked into Ling An's eyes, "I gave you my business card."

Ling An was embarrassed for a second, it's hard to say, at first I didn't know you, but after I checked, I was so godlike, so I confessed my business card.

Relying that Qin Yan didn't understand his little habits, he touched his earlobe and lied, "When I went back that day, I put it in my pocket and didn't take it out. I donated the clothes after dry cleaning."

Qin Yan's expression didn't change, but he stopped talking and turned his face back, staring at the front.

Ling An observed Qin Yan, and always felt that the other party seemed to be so lost, unhappy?

After thinking about it, he took out his mobile phone, clicked on the location of rejecting calls, and looked for it one by one.He glanced at the business card and remembered a few numbers.

Turning around, the elimination method screened out the last two, which was a single-digit difference, and he was a little uncertain.

Ling An reported a series of numbers, "Is this your number?"

"The last digit is 6." Qin Yan said again, "If you need help, you can find me."

Ling An squeezed the phone, looked down at the string of numbers, and laughed, as if there were stars hidden in his eyes, "Then I won't be polite to you from now on."

Qin Yan responded with a simple voice, "Yes."

The tone of voice was unprecedentedly joyful.

If Jiang Xingyue was here, his jaw would drop in shock, and maybe he would have a happy anniversary.

It was past three o'clock in the afternoon, and there was no traffic jam on the road. It only took half an hour for them to detour from the south city to the north city.It is quiet here, without the hustle and bustle of the city, the rhythm has slowed down.

As the car slowed down, Ling An couldn't help but take a few extra glances when he saw the tall and straight soldiers guarding the gate ahead.

"Grandpa's status is quite special." Qin Yan said.

Ling An nodded, "I know."

After the routine inspection, the car drove in, walked around a huge lawn, and stopped in front of an old-fashioned western-style building. Ling An got out of the car and looked up.

This house is very famous. It was built in the Republic of China and lived in many celebrities. When he was young, he went to an auction with his father, and this house was listed for auction.

Thinking about it now, the person who took the picture of the house seems to be surnamed Qin.

He remembered that at that time he was playful, ran around, lost his way and couldn't find his father, cried loudly, met a teenage brother, wiped his tears for him, coaxed him softly, and finally led him to find his father.

That little brother is the child of the person who took the picture of this house.

Qin Yan is also surnamed Qin, six years older than him, and everything fits the little brother he met back then. He couldn't help turning his head to look at Qin Yan, could it be him?

"Huh?" Qin Yan raised his eyes slightly, his eyes were dark and deep.

Ling An shook his head, "Let's go."

The old man had been waiting for Ling An for a long time, when he heard the voice, he came out, saw Ling An, and laughed, "Here we come."

"Master," Ling An asked, "What do you need me for?"

"I'm going back to City B. See you again before I go back." He pulled Ling An's wrist, "Come, come, play chess with me. I haven't played chess with you yet."

Ling An smiled, "Okay, I'll accompany you."

Mr. Jiang was very happy, "I'll have a good time."

The old man had no airs at all, he was approachable, with a kind smile, Ling An didn't feel uncomfortable getting along with him, and often ignored the old man's identity.

So after a few rounds, his sitting posture became more and more casual. He kicked off his slippers, sat cross-legged, stuffed a pillow in his arms, rested his chin on it, and looked lazy.

Elder Jiang asked, "Have you successfully terminated the contract?"

"The contract is terminated," Ling An said gratefully, "Thank you so much."

Mr. Jiang waved his hand, "Just terminate the contract, kid. You have to remember in the future, don't sign the contract casually. Before signing, you must read the terms carefully. Don't be tempted by people talking about it. Think and ask more about everything. Zhi Cun Gao Yuan, you have to keep your feet on the ground, understand?"

"I understand." Ling An said seriously.

After speaking, he made a move of chess and raised the corner of his mouth, "Old man, you lost again."

After listening to Mr. Jiang, he changed his seriousness just now, and said, "Do it again, you called me grandpa before, you have to let me."

"You're such an adult, why are you so shameless?" Ling An bickered with him, guarding the chess, not giving up a single move.

Old Jiang was annoyed, he didn't have a beard, otherwise the beard would be sticking up. He caught a glimpse of Qin Yan approaching from the corner of his eye. He got off his seat nimbly, walked up to Qin Yan, and pulled him over quickly.

"Come on, tell him, let him let me."

Ling An didn't get up, but just looked up, smiling brightly, her beautiful eyes slightly curved like crescent moons.

It may be because of the heat, two buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, revealing the delicate collarbone, Qin Yan's angle, he could see more deeply, he quickly looked away.

Ling An asked again with a smile: "Mr. Qin, what do you think?"

Qin Yan helped the old man sit down, "Grandpa, if you lose, you lose."

Elder Jiang: "..."

Ling An hugged the pillow, leaned his face on the pillow, blinked at Qin Yan, and said, "Old man, let's play Go."

"Do you know how to play Go?"

"Know it a little bit, I'm not good at it. You are my grandpa, so let me go." Ling An's attitude is sincere, his eyes are clear, and he is full of sincerity.

Mr. Jiang rubbed his chin, "I, think about it."

Ling An is not only good at chess, but also good at Go, but he didn't show anything. He lost a few games in a row, making Mr. Jiang so happy that he was a few years younger.

They went down until after six o'clock, and stayed for dinner before Mr. Jiang let Ling An leave.

Qin Yan sent him home.

At the gate of the community, Ling An got off the car, turned back, bent down and knocked on the car window a few times.

With the car window down, Qin Yan stared at him, "Is there anything else?" In the night wind, his tone softened several tones, inexplicably gentle.

"Do you want to come in and sit down?" Ling An asked.

Qin Yan shook the steering wheel, remembered the piles of documents in the study, shook his head, "No need."

"Okay." Ling An didn't force it either.

Taking out his mobile phone from his pocket, he smiled and asked, "Do you have WeChat?"

"Yes." This time it is no longer turn-based, just say a word and reply, Qin Yan took the initiative to say, "I will add you."

"Okay." Ling An called out the QR code and scanned it for Qin Yan.

After adding each other's WeChat messages, Ling An stood up again, with one hand in his pocket, "Then Mr. Qin, goodbye."

"Goodbye."

The car drove away and soon merged into the traffic flow. Ling An looked away, turned and went home, his steps were a little brisk.



The next day, Ling An got up early again, but because he went to bed early last night and was in a good mood before going to bed, he woke up in a good mood.

After getting dressed and having breakfast, he took Gu Linhan to the TV station.

They were still half an hour early.

Unlike being ignored yesterday, the staff's attitude towards them has changed today, they are more respectful, and they bring him water and snacks back and forth.

Ling An smiled kindly at the staff, just like yesterday.

Not long after, other guests also came one after another. After getting to know each other yesterday, they greeted each other today, and became a little more familiar.

Except Zhou Linhuai.

But on the surface, everyone didn't care about him.

Zhou Linhuai walked up to Ling An, looked at Ling An coldly, snorted out his nose, and lowered his voice, "Don't be complacent."

Gu Linhan had already explained why Zhou Linhuai hated him last night, but Ling An actually felt wronged. How did he know that Zhou Linhuai happened to buy the hot search on the day he was on the trending search?

Besides, he didn't buy the trending search, and netizens spontaneously posted on the list, is it his fault?

If you really want to blame, shouldn't you blame yourself for not being willing to spend money and not directly airborne first? !

Neuropathy.

Ling An is not a soft sandbag whose grievances are passed on, he will not fight back, he will be pissed off when he opens his mouth, "I am capable and willing to be proud, what can you do to me?"

"You!" Zhou Linhuai gritted his teeth!

Ling An smiled and pointed upwards, "There are monitors."

After saying that, he passed Zhou Linhuai and walked towards the other guests, without giving Zhou Linhuai another look.

Not long after, the assistant came to inform the recording.

There was already a rehearsal yesterday, and the official recording was not much worse, but there was an extra part of the host's free play.

Ling'an coffee was the smallest and was placed at the far side.

He smiled, dimpled slightly, stood quietly, listened to the host's talk, interacted with several other guests, did not take the initiative to add drama to himself, and was a vase wholeheartedly.

Breaking away from the mentality of "chasing fame and fortune", Ling An felt that being a vase is really good.

You don't have to rack your brains to pick up the stalks, talk, and be afraid of saying something wrong, just stand, smile, and when the show officially starts, perform again, and earn performance fees easily.

Just, I feel really good, not tired at all.

Ling An let his mind wander and didn't pay much attention to their conversation. Suddenly, he was bumped lightly by the person next to him.

When he came back to his senses, he turned his face in a daze.

The host smiled and asked: "Are you in a daze? Too boring?"

This question was a bit sharp, but Ling An was not afraid, and said generously, "I'm reminiscing about the strawberry cake I ate just now. I didn't eat enough in the morning, and I'm hungry."

The audience in the audience laughed hahahaha, and other guests on the stage also laughed.

"Okay, okay, so without wasting time, let's go straight to today's topic, are you looking forward to it!" the host asked the audience.

"expect!"

"Ah, ah, ah, brother!"

The atmosphere instantly rose.

Ling An was still the last one to appear on stage, but it was different from yesterday. In yesterday's rehearsal sequence, someone rushed to the front line. Today, the director used him as the main axis.

Ling An's dubbing yesterday amazed everyone including the producer.

The last big axis is well-deserved.

After several hours of recording, I finally arrived at Ling'an.

The audience in the auditorium, the staff, and even the recording guests on the stage were all tired. Ling An got up and bowed to everyone first.

Then he opened his voice and sang a little Anna's song in "Frozen".

audience:! ! !

What the hell!

The child's voice was crisp and clean, echoing in a loop in the closed studio, and the tiredness was swept away. Everyone looked at Ling An with radiance.

The atmosphere was re-mobilized, and Ling An stopped.

He gestured towards the director.

……

After the recording was finished, everyone went backstage together, with Xiang Jun and Ling An at the end.

Xiang Jun asked, "Do you have time later?"

"Yes." Because the recording time is generally not fixed, he made an appointment with Meng Qing tomorrow.

"Then let's talk." Xiang Jun led Ling An to his personal lounge.

After closing the door to block other people's curious eyes, Xiang Jun said directly, "Are you interested in dubbing animated movies?"

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