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

When Lin Cong arrived home, it happened to be raining outside, and the fine rain in late autumn had accumulated puddles in the old community.

As soon as he got home, he saw a message from his parents: [We will still work late today, but we will go home as soon as possible to accompany you. 】

There was a stiff arc at the corner of his mouth, not knowing whether to cry or laugh.

The worst thing was that he didn't realize until dinner time that he had too many trips recently and always forgot to buy groceries. When he opened the refrigerator, he found that there was nothing in it.

"Then don't eat..." He murmured to himself.

After a while, he suddenly saw a message on WeChat.

Young Master: 【Have you had dinner yet? 】

"Little Master" was the note he left when he first saw Fei Langjia on WeChat, and it was a bit funny to look at it now.

The news came so coincidentally that Lin Cong doubted whether Fei Lang could read minds.

Lin Cong replied politely: [Not yet, has Mr. Fei eaten? 】

The young master: [Didn't eat, are you home? 】

【At home, what's the matter? 】

[Go downstairs. 】

Lin Cong suddenly turned his head to look at the thin rain curtain outside the window. The rain hit the glass, and the nearby buildings were blurred.He hesitated for a moment and walked to the window, and saw a small car faintly parked downstairs of his house, very similar to the Porsche that Ferran sent him to drive that day.

Wechat message came again: [I have an umbrella. 】

He was a little surprised that Fei Lang still remembered that he didn't have an umbrella.

Fei Lang was so busy that he couldn't get away, there must be a reason for coming to his house specially, and he couldn't make him wait too long.

He changed his clothes and went downstairs, and saw that Fei Lang was wearing a casual shirt and trousers, and was wearing the same black umbrella as when they first met.Fei Lang still didn't have much emotion on his face, but after seeing Lin Cong's appearance, his eyes followed Lin Cong's approach.

"Do you have anything to ask me?" Lin Cong unknowingly changed into a respectful name, as if putting a little distance in the address could conceal his nervousness.

"Passing by, looking for you for dinner."

Lin Cong: "..."

As far as he knew, his old apartment was on the edge of several major urban areas, and Fei Lang's office and residence were in another district. It took more than ten kilometers to drive between the two places, and he had to go through the most congested route.

What kind of passing is this?

Lin Cong: "Mr. Fei, you are much more famous than me. If you go out to eat, many reporters should recognize you—"

"Ah."

Lin Cong: "...I am not an artist under your company's name after all."

"so?"

Lin Cong: "..." So we can't casually pass by his door and have dinner together.

From time to time, what Li Die said when he was drunk that day rang in his mind, and the more he thought about it, the more he dared not face it.If Fei Lang really blocked Li Die for himself, but kept silent, then what was he trying to do?

When one person helps another person, one should ask for something in return, right?

If Li Die was just talking nonsense, then what's the meaning of Fei Lang's sudden visit to him today?

Whether in the entertainment circle or in other industries, Fei Lang's status is too high, Lin Cong subconsciously wants to back down, for fear that there are stormy waves hidden under the calm appearance in front of him.

At this time, he saw Fei Lang frowning slightly: "You are afraid of me."

Then, in Ferran's gentle eyes that didn't match the indifferent appearance, there was a bit of hurt emotion.

Lin Cong's heart softened: "...No, no, I dare not be afraid of you."

After he finished speaking, he himself felt that this sentence contradicted himself: "It's not that I dare not..."

But now no matter what I say, the description is getting darker and darker, and I can't explain it clearly.The subtle changes in Fei Lang's expression still showed sadness.

Lin Cong was quick to wit: "Actually, I'm not afraid of reporters, but I want to eat snacks at the night market today. It's inconvenient for Mr. Fei to wear a blue shirt. Besides, it's really aggrieved for Mr. Fei to eat that kind of street food—"

Halfway through listening, Fei Lang's eyes lit up, he went around to the trunk and took out a black thin coat and shook it.

Lin Cong: "..."

After all the calculations, the president always has spare clothes in his trunk.

So President Fei really wants to go to the snack street with him? ? ?

The more Lin Cong thought about it, the more uneasy he became, and he couldn't figure out what Fei Lang was thinking. He hurriedly said, "I didn't buy a mask, I'm afraid there are too many people. Although I'm not very popular now, if I meet my fans—"

"I'll bring bodyguards."

"...Actually, I want to go shopping more. Now that the prices of those snacks have also increased, it's better to make them at home cheaper."

"I invite you."

"it is good!"

Two minutes later, Lin Cong sat in the co-pilot and began to reflect on himself.

He already knew that his family was rich, so why did he agree without hesitation to save money when someone asked him to treat him to dinner?

No prospects.

Fei Lang didn't listen to music or the radio while driving, the car was completely silent, only the roar of traffic outside the window could be heard.

He looked at Ferran who was driving on the left, and the soft halo reflected the almost perfect profile of his profile.

He thought, if Fei Lang really wanted to ask for something from him, he could put pressure on his company, instead of going downstairs to find him for dinner.

Maybe this taciturn person is not as difficult to get along with as others say, but just enjoys the quiet more.

The car drove halfway, but heard Fei Lang say: "You are in a bad mood."

Lin Cong didn't deny it, but responded subconsciously with a smile: "The popularity has increased a little recently, and there must be some work pressure."

"En." After Fei Lang was silent, he suddenly said: "You deserve the endorsement, you shouldn't give it up."

Hearing this, Lin Cong became vigilant: "How does Boss Fei know that I didn't accept the endorsement?"

Then Lin Cong saw that Fei Lang's movement of holding the steering wheel was a little stiff, and the forehead was sweating in the dim light: "I have a cooperation with LIM."

Lin Cong: "..." Are you so nervous?

Hearing the explanation, he relaxed a little, changed his mind, and asked, "I saw Mr. Lin and Mrs. Lin today, and I'm still considering whether to pick it up or not."

"The terms of the contract are not good?"

"No, the conditions given in the contract are very good. It is beneficial to me and fair to them. And they are willing to wait for my answer. It's just that we didn't have a good chat on other issues."

In fact, he has never seen his parents' lofty and proud side at all, and his troubles have nothing to do with business cooperation.Lin Cong didn't know how to tell the truth, not to mention saying that he was the only son of the two founders of LIM, it was too abrupt.

Even he himself didn't accept his real family background, let alone the only son of Lin's couple living alone in an old community, Fei Lang wouldn't believe such a thing even if he told it.

"It doesn't matter whether you have a pleasant chat or not." Fei Lang said in a calm and patient tone, "The two of them have grown from scratch to enter the global market. Their artistic accomplishment and business acumen are first-rate, so it is inevitable that they think too highly of themselves. But business cooperation and endorsement It just needs to be profitable, not emotionally accepting of the other person."

Lin Cong stared blankly at Fei Lang—it seemed that he had never heard Fei Lang say so many things before.It's rare for him to be talkative today, is it just to persuade himself?

Touched and mixed with more complex emotions spread in Lin Cong's chest.

"It seems that Boss Fei didn't have a very pleasant chat with them." Lin Cong said with a smile.

"Well, we have a lot of conflicts in our ideas, and we basically have a big fight every time we have a meeting."

Lin Cong: "..."

He clearly heard from Uncle Huo that his parents always take the gentle route when they discuss cooperation. Even if they encounter fierce conflicts, they will resolve them very gracefully and will never bring their anger to the next meeting.Why do they have to quarrel every time they come to Fei Lang?

Lin Cong swallowed the words "that's actually quite serious".

He should not talk too much about other people's business affairs.

"You're right, cooperation and endorsement only need to come first, and I shouldn't be swayed by emotions."

Somehow, after hearing Fei Lang's words, he suddenly thought about it.

Perhaps because Fei Lang said a few more words today, the distance between them seemed to be getting closer. Lin Cong let go of his initial defenses, and even the grievance and anger of the day disappeared.

Fei Lang stopped in front of the red light, glanced to the right quietly, saw the gentle curve of Lin Cong's mouth, and unconsciously laughed along with him.

In the past, the driver of the family drove through the urban area. He saw the lively scene inside through the car window, but he never walked in.

He didn't like lively streets since he was a child, and he didn't like food that was too strong or oily.There are so many occasions for dinner and entertainment, so he hardly eats in ordinary restaurants.

The rare two times were with Lin Cong.

However, for Lin Cong's quiet smile, he is willing to eat with Lin Cong even if it is cheap and difficult to swallow food, and he is willing to walk with Lin Cong even in narrow streets full of people coming and going.

Of course, he hoped that Lin Cong would live a good life materially, and he would never have to suffer this kind of grievance again.

Lin Cong just asked, "Mr. Fei, are you sure you want to go to the snack street? Although I think it's delicious, I'm afraid it's not to your liking..."

Fei Lang said seriously, "I am willing."

Lin Cong: "..."

He's just making a final confirmation, so there's no need to answer so solemnly, right?

When I got off the bus, it was still early in the daylight, the sunset had not yet arrived, the dark clouds hung low, and the surrounding area was soaked in the darkening night.

The sports car was parked far away, and the further you walked, the more people crowded in front of you, almost blocking your sight and way.The strong food aroma that overflowed in the air quietly poured into the senses, arousing Lin Cong's appetite.

"Actually, I haven't been here for a long time since the price of the stall here has increased. Thank you Mr. Fei for the treat." Lin Cong asked cautiously after finishing speaking, "Do you need me to treat you to dinner someday?"

"Need not."

Lin Cong could hardly hide his pleasure: "That's great...I mean Mr. Fei is too polite."

He completely relaxed, his depressed mood was swept away, he turned his head and kept looking at Fei Lang, afraid that the two of them would get lost in the crowd.

Looking at it, he found that Fei Lang's expression was stiff, his eyes were even stiffer, and there was something very wrong with him.

"what happened?"

"many……"

"What?" There was too much noise around, Lin Cong couldn't hear clearly, so he moved his ears slightly closer.

Fei Lang took a few deep breaths: "There are a lot of people."

Lin Cong smiled and said, "Now is the time to go shopping."

Then he finally realized that something was wrong, people around him crowded around, Fei Lang always dodged subconsciously, even if the movement was small, it was very obvious to Lin Cong.

Fei Lang didn't like crowded places. He had been in the business field for many years, and he must have come into contact with dignified and elegant people, and he had never been crowded like this.

Lin Cong fully understands these small problems of being pampered. After all, when they first met, Fei Lang was still trying to observe whether the noodle restaurant's kitchen was clean or not.

So he said, "If President Fei doesn't like it, we can change the place—"

Unexpectedly, Fei Lang resolutely objected: "No, I can."

Lin Cong: "..."