I won't give you a dime [entertainment circle]

The owner of the Japanese car visibly shuddered, his smile froze, and he dared not speak, as if he was suppressed by the aura of a young man.

The sound of police sirens came from afar. During the conversation, a police car with flashing red and blue lights had already stopped in front of them. They asked the relevant people present one by one, and drove the man who stole Lin Cong's wallet and drove a Porsche. The young driver and the owner of the Japanese car stayed.

The man who stole the wallet had a hoarse voice, with deep fear and panic in his voice: "Lin, Big Star Lin——"

Lin Cong turned his head to look and said with a smile, "Maybe you are very pitiful, but I can't pamper you instead of the law."

……

After dealing with the person who stole the wallet, Lin Cong was about to pass through the crowd of onlookers and call Jing Qian back when he heard a young man in a suit stop him: "Mr. Lin."

Lin Cong had just rescued the man who stole the wallet, and the trousers and clothes were covered with mud spots from the two rear-end cars just now.

The young man came across the crowd and said to him, "I will pay you for the dry cleaning fee."

Lin Cong waved his hand: "No need, I'll just go home and wash it off."

After the young man was silent, his eyes lowered, as if he didn't want to give up the opportunity to talk to Lin Cong, and he said, "There are spare clothes in the car."

Lin Cong waved his hand again and refused. There are so many onlookers, where should he change?So he said, "I took your clothes and returned them to you later. I will pay for another trip and cause you trouble. It's not worth it."

The young man's indifferent expression relaxed a little, his nimble eyes blinked: "No need to pay it back."

Lin Cong: "..."

What happened to this handsome guy in a suit and leather shoes?Have you gotten into a fight with him?

The young man approached with the umbrella, which covered Lin Cong from the fine rain curtain, and the distance between the two suddenly approached.Lin Cong only felt inexplicable for a while.This man was very polite in every word and deed, but he spoke in a declarative tone, as if it was impossible for Lin Cong to disagree with his request.

Lin Cong didn't really want to provoke strangers. The young man was well-dressed and had an extraordinary demeanor. He looked like a troublesome big shot.

However, the young man's big bright eyes and deep and clear facial lines were close in front of him. Lin Cong had to admit that, facing such a face, even if the expression was indifferent, few people could remain indifferent and continue to put on a gesture of rejection.

There is no free lunch in the world, and it is impossible for money to fall from the sky and hit yourself.Lin Cong has always believed in this, but...

Since they have all delivered to your door, why not just have a meal?

"Why don't you invite me to lunch?" Lin Cong looked into his eyes and suggested cautiously, "I originally planned to eat noodles at noon, and a bowl of noodles only costs a few dollars."

"Okay, this way." The young man's tone was calm, but Lin Cong seemed to see a little smile in the corner of his eyes.

Lin Cong couldn't react for a while, and when the young man walked to the side of the car, he realized that the other party wanted to give him a ride.As soon as the young man left, the umbrella followed. Lin Cong subconsciously hid from the rain and followed.

He clicked a big question mark in his heart.The people he has come into contact with since he was a child are all from wealthy families. It is not common for people to chase after others to pay for their dry cleaning fees when driving in the rain and splashing water on the corners of strangers' clothes.But the young man in front of him has an outstanding temperament, and his gestures and gestures are deep and stable, which is rare among his peers, and he doesn't seem to be a person with a strange brain circuit.

He became very vigilant, and hurriedly said: "No need sir, we have never met before, I am really sorry that you invite me to lunch and take your car, I can go and eat by myself."

In any case, strangers' cars cannot be messed up.

The young man didn't answer right away.In addition to the driver, there is also his special assistant in the car.He walked over, and two respectful addresses came from the open car window, one called him "Master" and the other called him "Boss".

The young man raised his palm towards Lin Cong, gestured politely, and said to the car, "I'll have lunch with him."

Lin Cong was speechless inwardly: Now it's even harder to refuse.

Although the noodle restaurant he was going to was clean, it was very noisy. The person in front of him seemed either rich or expensive. Can he really eat with him?Or forget it?

Besides losing money, what he is most afraid of is making trouble, because making trouble is often accompanied by losing money.In order to save money for a bowl of noodles and provoke this young man with extraordinary aura...

In fact, it is quite worth it, a bowl of noodles costs several dollars.

Moreover, the young man called him "Mr. Lin" and he obviously knew him. If he didn't ask him clearly and said goodbye without asking, he might be more troublesome in the future.

The driver was an amiable middle-aged man, and smiled at Lin Cong: "Where are you going to eat? I'll take you there right away."

Lin Cong was about to resign, but he heard the young man beside him say first: "No, he doesn't take a car."

After the young man finished speaking, he exchanged a glance with Lin Cong, turned around and left.

The special assistant who was watching all this in the back seat of the car was stunned and said to the driver: "Uncle Liu, do you think the boss laughed just now? I misread it?"

The driver said, "That's right."

The two looked at each other through the rearview mirror, and both saw the same confusion in the other's eyes.

……

Lin Cong and the young man walked side by side. Although they kept a distance, Lin Cong was still not used to it. The elegant and elegant men's perfume on the other party made him feel a little erratic, and became inexplicably nervous.

He tried to break the embarrassment: "My name is Lin Cong, what's your last name?"

"Ferlang."

"Ling Lang's Lang?"

"Yes." Fei Lang was a little taller than him, and lowered his head slightly to meet Lin Cong's gaze, "Mr. Lin's skills are excellent, and he really can't be judged by his appearance."

Lin Cong didn't know how much Fei Lang had seen his nimble somersaults, and said, "I practiced it when I was young."

After thinking for a while, Lin Cong felt something was wrong again, and asked, "What do you mean? Do I look weak?"

"Not really." Fei Lang finally couldn't help showing an inscrutable smile on his unwavering face, which fell into Lin Cong's eyes, already tacitly implying that he looked weak.

Lin Cong is tall and slender, but others always say that he looks thin and fair. If you have to pick soft persimmons in a fight, he will definitely be the first to be picked out.

He was very depressed about this and wanted to give everyone who said he was weak a friendship throw, but fortunately his upbringing stopped him.

He couldn't vent his inexplicable resentment to strangers.

He rubbed his hands, exhaled hot air, and pressed it to both sides of his cheeks.

Fei Lang asked almost immediately, "Is it cold?"

Lin Cong shook his head.He's not cold, he just wants to cover his gnashing of teeth expression, calm down, and ease the embarrassment of having nothing to talk about.

Lin Cong usually gets a lot of attention when he walks on the street, and he has long been used to it.However, today those ambiguous or probing gazes seem to be frightened by Fei Lang, and they are evasive. It wasn't until Fei Lang saw a smile in his eyes at some point, and the girls who met them did not pluck up the courage to look at them. while watching.

The umbrella was not big, and the rain splashed onto Lin Cong's other shoulder from time to time.

Fei Lang glanced at the edge of the umbrella, crossed Lin Cong's eyes, and suddenly tilted the umbrella in Lin Cong's direction.

The raindrops hit Fei Lang's suit halfway, and Lin Cong couldn't get wet at all.

Lin Cong felt that the atmosphere was too strange, so he hurriedly said: "Your clothes can't get wet, I'm fine. By the way, you called me Mr. Lin just now, do you know me?"

Fei Lang was slightly taller than him, and Lin Cong could see those beautiful big eyes when he raised his head.He thought to himself, such gentle eyes on Fei Lang's stern and paralyzed face, what a waste of money.

"I saw you for the first time today." Fei Lang replied seriously, "I'm also in the film and television industry."

Lin Cong finally breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out that Fei Lang was an insider.He himself has just signed with "Mingtu Entertainment", one of the three major entertainment companies, and acted in another play. It is normal for people in the circle to see him familiar.

Fortunately, he was still on tenterhooks just now, worrying that he would be targeted by some great big shot.

"Is Mr. Fei an actor? Or an investor?" Knowing that he was an insider, Lin Cong felt relieved and chatted about some innocuous topics.

Fei Lang said: "The son inherits his father's business and makes some small investments."

Lin Cong thought, Fei Lang is indeed a rich young master.

Turning into a small street with few people, put away the umbrella, and the light at the entrance of the small shop shone, I saw Lin Cong's head was covered with water drops, his jacket was wet, even the collar of his shirt was a little transparent, and he had a fair face , looked a bit pitiful.

Ferrang's hand reached into the briefcase again.He lowered his head and unhurriedly searched for something from the interlayer of the briefcase.

Then he produced an extremely thick stack of checks, a pen.

Lin Cong stared at him blankly for a long time before he realized what he was going to do. He couldn't laugh or cry: "...you don't want to pay me for the dry cleaning, do you?"

"En." Fei Lang nodded solemnly.

"Young master, let me teach you one thing."

Lin Cong lowered his head slightly, put the written check that Fei Lang tore off into the whole check, held the other's palm and pushed it back to the interlayer of the briefcase.

Lin Cong said with a smile, "We don't expose our wealth."

"Besides, you've invited me to dinner, how can I have the nerve to ask for the dry cleaning fee?"

Because of filming, Lin Cong had held the rope two days ago, and there was a thin layer of calluses on his palms. As soon as he touched the calluses, Fei Lang curled up his hands slightly, his big eyes blinked, and his curly eyelashes trembled.

"Then forget it..." Fei Lang finally took back the check, and walked into a spacious and bright store on the corner of the street with him.

After the two bowls of noodles were served, Fei Lang held his chopsticks for a long time, and looked towards the kitchen from time to time.

Seeing his hesitant look, Lin Cong couldn't help laughing out, "This store is clean and hygienic, so feel free to eat, Young Master Fei."

His joking teasing made Fei Lang feel embarrassed, and he nodded seriously: "Oh... yes."

As soon as he sat down, Fei Lang took a sip of water and asked a little bluntly, "Add a WeChat account."

Lin Cong was stunned for a moment, Fei Lang was also stunned, and the two just looked at each other awkwardly.

After a long while, Lin Cong stared at him suspiciously: "...You don't mean to transfer money to me through WeChat, do you?"

Fei Lang said, "Get to know each other."

Before his debut, Lin Cong met many people who struck up a conversation, and Fei Lang was the first person who said "get to know each other on WeChat" in a righteous and dignified manner.But Lin Cong only regarded the meeting with Fei Lang as an episode, and eating with strangers was already awkward, so why bother to have an awkward chat on WeChat?

Even if they are all insiders, it is still quite embarrassing.

"I don't think it's better..." Lin Cong was about to refuse when he suddenly met Fei Lang's gaze.

Those big eyes waited intently for his decision, the longer Lin Cong and him stared at each other, the more pleading could be tasted from it, even though Fei Lang just pursed his lips and said nothing.

Lin Cong couldn't help thinking, good-looking eyes can talk, not only can talk, but also tickle his fragile little heart.

He softened in front of his appearance.

"Okay... I'll sweep you."

The bottom of the soup was covered with water mist, eating clear soup noodles, the corners of Lin Cong's lips were stained with water, and his Adam's apple agitated with swallowing.In a noisy, impetuous and busy environment, he made the movements of eating noodles and chewing meat elegant and calm.

Fei Lang looked at him for a long time, and the chopsticks in his hand stopped in mid-air again.

Lin Cong glanced at Fei Lang: "What's wrong, young master?"

Lin Cong had a smile in his eyes, as if he was addicted to this title.He looks even better in person than on the camera, and he looks even better when he smiles, so Fei Lang actually thinks this is a good name. Hearing Lin Cong call him Young Master, it sounds good no matter what.

Ferlang could never say that he was watching him.

"Cough... Your wallet is a limited edition Cuggi 12 years ago?"

Lin Cong was a little embarrassed: "It should be an imitation."

Fei Lang was puzzled. His family was involved in many industries, and the entertainment industry was only a small part of his family's industry. He knew very well about luxury brands, and he could tell at a glance that the wallet was definitely genuine.

But Lin Cong said it was an imitation.

Doesn't he himself know that what he is taking is genuine?

Just as he was thinking, Lin Cong took out a small card from his wallet: "Young master, although it is your treat, but if you don't have a discount card for this store, I can accumulate two bowls of noodles on my card ?"

He asked cautiously, holding the card like a treasure in his hands, and explained: "In this way, I will save two bowls."

Fei Lang: "..."

Well, stingy, but not obnoxious.

Fei Lang couldn't help raising the corner of his mouth, and replied, "Yes."

When stepping out of the store, Fei Lang's driver just stopped by the side of the road, and just a few steps away, Fei Lang made a simple gesture, and five or six of them were tall and strong, and even wearing ordinary clothes couldn't hide their aura. The bodyguards surrounded Ferran from four directions.

The car stopped in front of them, Fei Lang said, "I'll take Mr. Lin home."

"My house is close, I can just walk back."

After thinking for a while, Fei Lang handed over the umbrella in his hand.

Lin Cong wanted to resign, but the sky seemed to be deliberately against him. Suddenly there was a loud bang, followed by a lightning bolt splitting the rain, and the bean-sized raindrops fell down in an instant .

Lin Cong knew that if he went out, he would only be drowned, so he hurriedly took the umbrella and thanked him: "Thank you... I will contact you on WeChat to return the umbrella when I am free. I have to leave today in a hurry."

"Need not."

There is no need to pay it back.

Lin Cong walked away quickly, Fei Lang didn't know what was going on in his heart, he just stood there for a long time, turned around and left after a while.

Originally, after seeing Lin Cong for the first time, he couldn't help but want to say a few more words with Lin Cong, trying to find an excuse to get closer to him, but now he is even more curious about Lin Cong's life experience.

Lin Cong's purse, which looks expensive at first glance but is said to be an imitation, and his polite and dignified speech all clearly reveal that his family background may be very good, or once was very good.Such a person eats cheap restaurants and is reluctant to spend an extra penny. What is it... What has he experienced?