He walks the career path in Shurachang

About this part of the original book, Shang Heng vaguely remembered that it should be after Wen Ruiyun and Fang Yang got engaged, but he had long forgotten what happened at the dinner party.

If you change the main storyline by yourself, I'm afraid the order of the plots will become messy.

Shang Heng supported the door frame, clasped one hand, and coughed softly against his lips: "Mr. Wen, I can go by myself, don't bother."

Wen Ruiyun frowned slightly, his eyes slid down the opponent's arm, which was tightly covered by his sleeves, and he couldn't see the shocking scars on his skin at all.

"Since you're injured, why force yourself to be on the show? I'll ask someone to take you to the hospital."

Shang Heng touched his nose in embarrassment: "Actually, it's not as serious as it looks, it's just red medicine."

Wen Ruiyun was startled for a moment, then came back to his senses, and looked at him with a half smile but not a smile: "Is the video on the Internet real?"

Shang Heng nodded slowly: "Of course it's true."

Wen Ruiyun stared into his eyes quietly: "Your adoptive parents abused you so much, and deliberately picked today to come here to make trouble, what are you going to do?"

Shang Heng was a little surprised. A person like Wen Ruiyun was so different from him. It was already surprising that he would condescend to find him in person. How could he care about such boring social ethics gossip?

If it's just the polite greetings on the table, the conversation just now is enough.

He shrugged casually: "Severing the relationship, clearing up the grievances and grievances, just not communicating with each other."

Wen Ruiyun didn't show any extra emotions in his eyes, he just shook his head lightly: "Be kind and soft."

Shang Heng raised his eyebrows, as if from this inexplicable judgment, he had glimpsed something about Wen Ruiyun that was not mentioned in the original book.

Before he had time to think carefully, Secretary Wu came to find him, Wen Ruiyun nodded at him, and the two left the backstage rest room together.

Shang Heng tilted his head and looked at his back as he walked away, turned around and walked into the special passage for guests, turned his head, but saw Rong Zhi standing silently in the shadow of the corridor.

The white corridor lamp above his head obliquely hit his body, from his right shoulder to his right leg, there was a clear line of light and shadow.

I don't know how long Rong Zhi stood there waiting, the expression on his face seemed to always be peaceful and gentle, his body under the black striped suit was thin and thin, and when he caught Shang Heng's eyes, Rong Zhi slowly smiled.

Shang Heng suddenly remembered that Rong Zhi didn't seem to like Wen Ruiyun very much, so his eyebrows jumped: "Why are you here?"

Rong Zhi walked in front of him, the shadows faded from his body: "I've been there a long time ago, I've been outside all the time."

He clapped his hands gently: "Fortunately, I didn't miss a wonderful performance."

Shang Heng smiled helplessly, and spread his hands: "Before today, I didn't expect that I had the talent to be an actor."

Rong Zhi took off his glasses, wiped them gently with the soft cloth he carried with him, his eyelids drooped, leaving only two arcs of long black eyelashes: "Are you still planning to go to Wen Ruiyun's charity dinner?"

Shang Heng nodded: "It is indeed a rare opportunity."

Rong Zhi: "You don't have a car, I'll take you there tomorrow night. There's no public transportation there, and you'll be very eye-catching if a rental car appears among the luxury cars."

One sentence blocked Shang Heng back, he sneered and had no choice but to agree.

Well, it's a good feeling, five people work together.

Shang Heng began to think about whether he should buy accident insurance first to prevent the car from overturning.

When Shang Heng returned to the live broadcast room, the entire bullet screen was densely filled with all kinds of blessings and gifts, and the rocket launcher refreshed rapidly in the lower right corner was dizzying.

"Little brother rushes the duck! It's so inspiring!"

"Whoa, don't be a scumbag parent, I'm a fan of Shang Heng's mother from today on!"

"How can there be such scumbags in the world! The key is why can scumbags raise good children?"

"No way, Shang Daxian won again? What kind of peerless koi physique is this?"

On social media, hot topics about Shang Heng poured into a large number of passers-by. The bipolar reversal of public opinion has even more influence than the popularity of this public welfare live broadcast itself. Pick up a drop.

The video recording has been carefully processed, and the picture and sound are only cut out to the best side for Shang Heng, which fits seamlessly with Shang Heng's injured arm.

Coupled with the holy father's performance of "repaying grievances with virtue" in front of the live broadcast camera, he created an image of a perfect victim. Those who had believed the one-sided words of Shang's father and business mother were completely speechless now.

It's not that no one doubts the authenticity of the matter, accusing it of being a long-planned, out-and-out marketing.

Until the video was used as physical evidence, the neighbors of the old building were witnesses, and even the police records of the public security department were used as witnesses.

The number of orders in Shangheng's live broadcast room was rising steadily. After Wen Ruiyun and Gu Lin bought all the stock of goods in one go, the sponsors were surprised and tightly allocated the surrounding warehouse inventory.

Shang Heng's points list has long been at the top, even leaving the other three guests far behind, and he has included millions in sponsorship bonuses and endorsement qualifications in one fell swoop.

In the last half hour of the show, it was sold out again, and the sponsors had to hang up the sold out signs in tears.

The passers-by who came from the north and the south of Tianhai had nowhere to vent their sympathy, so they had to brush up gifts.

As a senior financial manager, Shang Heng is well versed in the principle of accepting when he sees a good deal. Selling badly is a must, and if the number of times is too many, he will become Xianglin's wife.

He closed the gift channel without hesitation, and told the fans solemnly: He was only slightly injured, and his hands were just painted with red medicine.Please don't worry about him!

As a result, the fans who were brutally tortured cried even harder.

Seeing #商恒儿童火初初心不改#, #商容从感感# and other topics rushed into the trending searches one after another, and finally ranked together with the black topic of #商恒带孝子#, on the hot search list It looked extraordinarily funny.

In just two hours of live broadcast, Shang Heng went from being a transparent person to the center of traffic focus in an instant. The program team was dumbfounded.

At that time, Sister Li, the agent who was far away at the recording site of the men's team talent show in Huaimeng Building, almost gave up her hope of public relations when she saw her adoptive parents breaking the news and the black topic of the navy was making hot searches. Faster than a tornado.

Sister Li looked back at the recorded screen of Shang Heng's goods, and she was absolutely amazed - she was like a white lotus that emerged from the mud without staining it!

If it wasn't for Sister Li's understanding of Shang Heng's behavior, she would have believed it.

It wasn't long after Shang Heng's public welfare live broadcast ended, and the first episode of the men's team talent show that started at the same time was also recorded.

The spotlight on the stage was so bright that it made people dizzy. Zou Ting and several newcomers of the same period reluctantly jumped off the stage, wiped off their sweat, and habitually checked their hot topics on their mobile phones.

Ranked eighteenth, Zou Ting frowned, the popularity was much lower than he expected.

When he continued to scroll up the hot search list, ranked No. 15#商恒带孝子#, Zou Ting choked on his throat, almost bursting out laughing, so the luck of the Shang finally?

Before Zou Ting had time to be happy, his eyelids twitched suddenly, and he was ranked third #商恒赢公益装士#—what's the situation?

Clicking on the topic square, Shang Heng's emotional performance videos and screenshots from the live broadcast flooded towards him.

Accusing the scumbag parents and passers-by who sympathized with Shang Heng's "tragic" experience, they fought against the navy who accused him of pretending to be a white lotus, and the latter was quickly reported to the ground.

The more he searched the topic, Zou Ting's cheeks twitched more violently, could this turn the tables on him?What shit luck? !

"Brother Ting, Brother Ting."

Zou Ting wiped his face, stuffed the phone into his pocket, and put a smile on his face again: "Is the reporter here to interview? I'll go out after I fix my makeup."

The man scratched his head in embarrassment: "No need, the reporters who were interested in interviewing all ran to the entrance of the exhibition center. It is said that there is big news there."

"..." Zou Ting cast a cold gaze and burst the mineral water bottle.

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S City International Convention and Exhibition Center.

The Shang father and Shang mother, who were driven out of the building by security, were surrounded by a group of reporters at this time. Sharp questions, hot microphones and camera lenses seemed to have peeled them naked and roasted them on the fire.

"Is the video posted on the Internet real? How do you explain the child abuse?"

"The two said that the debt they owed because the supplier Heng went to college is actually a loan shark owed by gambling. Is this true? Please answer directly."

"Shang Heng said that he has no blood relationship with the two, is it true? If true, who are his biological parents? Do you know about adoption?"

Shang's father and Shang's mother were dazed and dazed by the reporter's barrage of questions. They never expected that Shang Heng would secretly record the video!

This is a good time, he didn't ask for money, he threatened Shang Heng to fail, instead he made his reputation, but he got himself into trouble!

The more the adoptive father thought about it, the more angry he became, and the back molars were grinding and rattling. No wonder that bastard didn't dodge or dodge at that time, and took several blows in vain!

When the double-edged sword of public opinion stabbed themselves, Shang's father and Shang's mother were completely at a loss, and there was no evidence to refute Shang Heng. This guilty and shy appearance was exposed to the camera, which was no different from acquiescence.

In the crowd, someone yelled "Shang Heng has come out"!Most of the reporters surrounding Shang's father and Shang's mother left in a blink of an eye.

"Bastard!" Staring viciously at Shang Heng who was surrounded by the crowd, Shang's father was so angry that his face was flushed, and his rough neck and neck were showing veins. He snatched the bucket of mineral water containing the unknown liquid from Shang's mother, and walked towards each other step by step. go--

"Stinky boy, dare to slander me!"

Before Father Shang got close to the outermost edge of the crowd, two arms suddenly stretched out from the left and right sides, blocking his way.

Father Shang raised his head in astonishment, and two tall bodyguards in black, one on the left and one on the right, looked at him expressionlessly.

Father Shang shrunk his neck, and said harshly, "Who are you? Get out of the way!"

Saying so, he turned his head, only to see two more bodyguards in black coming behind him.

Father Shang was too scared to speak at once, and Mother Shang stammered and asked, "Who are you? What do you do?"

Without saying a word, the four bodyguards, with their thick and powerful arms like steel pliers, directly lifted the two of them up with Shang Baobao, covered their mouths, and neatly stuffed them into a black van, and drove away.

The family of three was in a daze in the van, and they didn't dare to move. They were so frightened that they hugged each other and shivered.

I don't know how long it was bumpy, the van stopped on the side of the road, and the three of them were driven out of the car by the bodyguards. They looked around in a daze, and saw that this was a remote embankment.

At the edge of the road, a street lamp was broken, and the surrounding light was dim. A few people and the black van became vague shadows in the night, and the raging wind was particularly terrifying.

Here, a person stumbled and fell, was caught in the river, rushed into the sea, and even the body could not be found!

"Who are you! What did you bring us here for!"

The middle-aged couple almost fainted from fright, and Shang Baobao burst into tears.

One of the bodyguards in black rolled his eyes in disdain: "Our boss wants to see you."

"Your boss—?"

A black Bentley drove slowly from the night and stopped beside them. Father Shang looked at the car carefully and was suddenly overjoyed: "It's Shang Heng's boyfriend! His boyfriend is here to pick us up!"

Shang's mother was not in the slightest optimistic mood, she tugged at his sleeves and signaled her husband to shut up.

The visitor had no intention of getting out of the car, but slowly rolled down the rear window. Wen Ruiyun sat in the back seat with his legs crossed in a relaxed posture.

The sticky sea breeze poured into the car window, and he slowly buttoned the top button of the neckline. The retro clothes buttons are elegantly shaped, and the whole person looks like a gentleman who walked down from a poster at the end of the last century, serious, rigorous, and meticulous.

The atmosphere tonight is completely different from the last time I was downstairs in Shang Heng's apartment.

Wen Ruiyun suppressed the smirk on his lips, and closed his eyes slightly: "Are you Shang Heng's parents?"

Father Shang bowed flatteringly: "Yes, we are, are you Mr. Wen? Are you our son's boyfriend?"

Wen Ruiyun didn't answer, and the corners of his mouth curled up speciously: "Do you know why you were brought here?"

Shang's father and Shang's mother were silent for a moment, tensing their nerves involuntarily: "Why, why?"

Wen Ruiyun finally turned his head and took a look at them. His black eyes were fixed, and his straight eyes were firmly fixed on Father Shang's face: "Do you know who I hate the most in my life?"

The middle-aged couple looked at each other, seeing fear in each other's eyes.

With just one glance, Wen Ruiyun withdrew his gaze, raised his brows, and saw the endless sound of waves in the distance. His eyes were empty, as if he was staring at a certain emptiness of waves: "I hate the husband who abandons the family, the irresponsible father the most."

As soon as the flower sound fell, Father Shang was startled suddenly. His collar was grabbed by the bodyguard, his arms were raised, his feet were almost off the ground, and he dragged down the embankment without resistance!

"No—don't! What are you going to do? Let him go!"

Shang's mother and Shang Baobao were so frightened that their cries were drowned out by the night and the sound of the waves.

"No! Save me! I don't want to die!"

Father Shang was dragged all the way to the river, and the cold water flooded his trousers. He shouted hysterically: "I was wrong! I knew I was wrong! Help! I swear I will never show up again! Please forgive me!" !"

On the embankment, Wen Ruiyun sat quietly in the car, without saying a word, but raised his chin at Secretary Wu.

The two bodyguards got the letter and threw Father Shang on the ground violently. The gravel all over the floor hurt his bones. Father Shang's face was pale, his limbs were limp, and he almost rolled and crawled in fright.

Wen Ruiyun gave him a mocking look, and stopped scaring the family. The car windows were closed again, and the black Bentley started slowly. In the rearview mirror, the business father and business mother huddled together gradually shrank into a black spot, completely thrown into the night deep.

Wen Ruiyun closed his eyes and leaned on the back seat. On the passenger seat, Secretary Wu frowned and looked at him from the rearview mirror, hesitantly said: "It is enough for me to take care of these two people, Mr. Wen, why do you come here in person? trip?"

Wen Ruiyun didn't respond to this question, and suddenly said in a low voice: "It's been more than 20 years..."

Secretary Wu tentatively asked, "If your father, Mr. Wen Hechen, is still alive, would you like to see him?"

Wen Ruiyun slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were calm: "He has been dead for many years, and now my family is only Sheng Qi and Ran Ran."

He paused slightly, and continued: "There is no one else."

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The next day.

Shang Heng was woken up by the ringing of the mobile phone, the sun seeped in through the gaps in the white gauze curtain, and it was spread on the corner of the bed like gold paper.

He turned over, buried half of his face in the soft pillow, closed his eyes and fumbled for the speakerphone, his hoarse voice was full of sleepiness: "Hello?"

"Shang Heng, it's me." Rong Zhi's warm voice sounded on the phone, showing a little surprise, "Your adoptive parents just took the initiative to find them and agreed to sign the severance agreement."

Shang Heng frowned, and opened his eyes slightly: "Oh? Why did they suddenly change their sex?"

"I don't know either. I look at them, as if they were frightened by something."

Shang Heng turned over and sat up, combing his fingers into his hair: "I see, you helped me a lot, I really don't know how to thank you."

Rong Zhi smiled and said, "Do you want to repay your favor? Open the door first."

Shang Heng was taken aback, walked to the entrance with his slippers and messy short hair, opened the door, and Rong Zhi was standing outside, carrying two breakfasts, one soup and one shrimp dumpling.

Shang Heng let the person into the room sideways, touched his nose helplessly: "You are..."

Rong Zhi skillfully brought out breakfast from the kitchen. Two sets of bowls and chopsticks were placed on the table: "Seeing that you just woke up, let's eat together."

In the bathroom, Shang Heng frowned, spitting while brushing his teeth, and there was a crisp sound of bowls, chopsticks, soup spoons colliding outside the door.

Shang Heng tilted his head in front of the mirror, always feeling that something was wrong, since when did he become so familiar with Rong Zhi?

He changed his clothes and came out, only to see that Rong Zhi took off his suit jacket, put an apron over his white shirt, and was frying eggs in the kitchen.

"You are a guest, why don't you let me..." Shang Heng scratched the back of his head, and after smelling the aroma of poached eggs brought out by Rong Zhi, he swallowed back the words in silence.

A plate of soup dumplings, a plate of shrimp dumplings, two glasses of milk, two fried eggs and bread, with a few round and lovely cherry tomatoes on the side of the plate.

Shang Heng sat down in front of the dining table, picked up the chopsticks and didn't know which plate to poke first, his skin was as thick as him, but for some reason, in front of this "childhood sweetheart", he was always a little cautious as if he couldn't let go.

"What?" Rong Zhi took off the apron, "It doesn't suit your taste?"

Shang Heng was speechless for a while, picked out a small soup dumpling, and sneered: "No, it suits the taste too much."

The end of Rongzhi's eyes behind the lens curved slightly: "That's good."

Shang Heng narrowed his eyes contentedly: "It's delicious, where did you buy it?"

Rong Zhi smiled slightly: "I made it myself at home."

Shang Heng blinked: "...Your skills are really good."

Rong Zhi: "Not as good as you."

Shang Heng: "..." I almost forgot the setting of being able to cook.

Rong Zhi didn't seem to notice this little embarrassment, and said to himself: "When I was young, my family was in a bad situation, so I often learned to cook, but besides my mother, you are the only one who praises me."

Shang Heng raised his eyebrows, isn't this guy just lying down and collecting rent?Are you in a bad situation?

Rong Zhi: "At that time I was very thin and short, and my personality was very introverted. The bento I brought at noon was cold. It would be fine if I didn't have gym class in the afternoon. Once I exercised, I would definitely vomit. trouble."

Shang Heng was chewing on the soup dumpling stuffing, carefully recalling the character design of Rong Zhi in the book, it seems that these details were not mentioned, either it was left blank, or...or was it his real experience?

He tentatively asked, "Is there no cafeteria in your high school?"

Rong Zhi took a deep look at him and said with a smile, "It's our high school."

Shang Heng hurriedly changed his words: "Oh yes, ours."

"Let's not talk about that." Rong Zhi seemed to lose interest in the conversation, and cleaned up the dishes after eating, "I'll pick you up again in the evening."

Shang Heng stayed in the living room alone, the financial news was playing on the TV, he switched channels absently, recalling the plot of the original book repeatedly in his mind.

Lin Yuqing and Gu Rin's personalities seem to fit perfectly with the male supporting characters in the original book, but Rongzhi, on the other hand, has a gentle, □□understanding personality, and there is no trace of paranoia in the book.

As for Wen Ruiyun, Shang Heng frowned. This guy rarely appeared in the book, and there were only a few words in the positive description. Every time he appeared, it must be to put pressure on the protagonist CP.

I don't know if it's because the sabotage at the Flowering Restaurant last time was very effective, and the marriage between Wen Ruiyun and Fang Yang remained silent, and there was no reason to oppose him, but instead helped him a few times.

Shang Heng shook his head, it was really messed up.

But—what the hell!I am already a quasi-rich man with a million sponsorship money!Say goodbye to debt completely!

Shang Heng lined up the three invitation letters in his hand. If there is less money, it is a little less. There are so many big bosses in the charity dinner, and it is possible to deceive one of them!

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In the evening, Rong Zhi drove Shang Heng to a European-style manor in the western suburbs on time.

Plane trees are neatly planted on both sides of the road, covering the sky with shadows, and the hazy golden sunset flows quietly on this quiet and wide avenue, as if covering the guests with the glory of the past.

Weiss Manor is a private resort funded and built by Tianhe Group, which is often used for gatherings and banquets for upper-class people.

The Weiss Charity Gala is held every three years, and the funds raised in each session are astronomical. The wonderful smell of banknotes has attracted countless people to cut their heads and want to squeeze in. good place to go.

Rong Zhi's car was parked on the parking lot, Shang Heng unbuckled his seat belt: "Do you want to go in together?"

Rong Zhi's eyes flickered behind the lens: "Do you want me to be with you?"

"..." Shang Heng was momentarily stuck and didn't know how to answer.

Rong Zhi smiled: "You go, I'll go back first."

Shang Heng watched Rong Zhi's car drive away from the gate of the manor with complicated eyes, is he overthinking?

Maybe Rong Zhi was looking forward to his invitation?

Through the revolving door of the main hall, one can vaguely see the brilliant lights of the banquet hall.In the distance, the sound of live music and the noisy laughter of the guests can be heard.

Shang Heng wore a simple black formal attire, with a smooth waist line gathered on both sides, two straight long legs under the trousers, a tall figure, and an outstanding appearance, which did not look out of place among the rich and nobles who were present .

So much so that Zou Ting, who was standing at the door, saw him at a glance.

As the C member of the men's team promoted by Huaimeng, Zou Ting accidentally met a heavyweight investor in the first episode of the audition recording program, and it took a lot of effort to get the other party to take him as a dance partner to the dinner tonight.

Zou Ting never expected that Shang Heng's haunted spirit would be so haunted that he would still be able to meet him on such an occasion!

The receptionist at the door was checking the invitation letter, Shang Heng rummaged in his pocket for a moment, his heart skipped a beat, his expression changed, oh no, the invitation letter was left in Rongzhi's car!

Zou Ting noticed his movements and couldn't help but burst out laughing:

"Shang Heng, you don't know that you need an invitation letter to enter the Weiss charity gala, right? Or is it that no one invited you at all, you came here uninvited, and you still want to sneak in?"

Zou Ting's voice was not too loud, just enough for the reception lady and the security guard at the door to hear.

"Who? Do you know?" The middle-aged man on Zou Ting's arm looked at him suspiciously.

"Mr. Wang, it's just a newcomer at the same time." Zou Ting said casually, "Maybe there is no invitation letter, so I want to ask me to bring him in."

Two security guards in black noticed Shang Heng: "Sir, please show me the invitation letter."

Shang Heng took out his phone helplessly: "It's left at my friend's place, I'll make a call."

Zou Ting hooked the corner of his mouth mockingly:

"Don't hold on, this is not a place you can come in. Don't get carried away thinking that you made some sweet money by selling miserably last time. You are still a newcomer after all. What kind of guests come and go here, Who knows you?"

As soon as the words fell, a deep male voice suddenly came from behind.

"I know him."

Zou Ting turned around in surprise, Gu Lin was wearing a dark gray suit and was neat and neat, without a tie, only a satin black bow tie, solemn yet extravagant.

He stood at the top of the steps, a full head taller than Zou Ting, when his eyes swept down, there was a domineering indifference.

"I invited you, do you have any questions?"

"Isn't this Mr. Gu?" The middle-aged man who was held by Zou Ting threw him off, strode towards Gu Lin, bent down to shake hands with him, "Mr. Gu is really busy, I can't make an appointment with you even if I try to find you several times , I saw you once today."

Gu Lin nodded lightly: "Mr. Wang."

He raised his chin and nodded towards Shang Heng: "The friend I brought, can you come in?"

Mr. Wang smiled awkwardly, then turned his head and glared at Zou Ting.

Shang Heng touched his nose habitually, and the moment he missed Zou Ting's resentful eyes, Rong Zhi's voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"Shang Heng!" Rong Zhi walked quickly, his chest heaved slightly, and there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, as he said he was in poor health when he was young.

Rong Zhi handed him the invitation envelope: "You forgot it with me, and I just saw it. Did I delay you?"

"Thank you, Rong Zhi." Shang Heng looked at his sweat-covered forehead and nose, slightly moved, and said sincerely: "It's too hot, come in with me to have a rest."

Gu Lin narrowed his eyes slightly. It was the first time he met Rong Zhi. Although he didn't know this person, it didn't prevent Gu Lin from labeling him as a "rival in love" of a paper man.

Of course, it is impossible for Young Master Gu to have a rival in love, not even in this life.

Gu Lin was still a little displeased. He obviously only invited Shang Heng, but he didn't invite anyone else. When Shang Heng saw him, he either paid back the money or borrowed money, but he talked softly to a paper man?

Gu Lin was conceited and reserved, pursed his lips and said nothing, but Zou Ting was annoyed in his heart, and said a lot of yin and yang: "Mr. Gu only gave you an invitation letter for one person, why do you still drag your family?"

Shang Heng was not angry, but thought it was funny, glanced at him, silently took out one, two, three invitation letters from the envelope, and handed them to the reception lady.

Among them, there is a gold stamp on a black background, which is different from the other two silver papers. It is a special invitation that only the owner of the manor is qualified to give.

"Huh? Are you Mr. Wen's guest?" The receptionist immediately changed her smiling face.

The corners of Gu Lin's eyes twitched, and her lips pursed even tighter.

"This belongs to me and my friend, and..." Shang Heng patted Zou Ting's shoulder and smiled, "This friend's."

When passing by him, Shang Heng lowered his voice: "Anyway, at the same time, fighting with me is more undignified than trying to flatter the benefactor?"

Shang Heng smiled at him, leaving Zou Ting stunned in place like a woodcarving, as if the most unspeakable part of his heart had been deeply dug out, the self-esteem he tried to maintain was nothing but self-deception.

After the three of Gu Lin entered the arena one after another, Zou Ting was still in a daze without saying a word or moving. Mr. Wang slapped him impatiently: "What's wrong with you, why don't you keep up! You made me stand in front of Mr. Gu!" Shame! If you don't go in now, I won't care about you."

The earring on Zou Ting's left ear was knocked off the ground, and he silently bent down to pick it up.

This resplendent manor is the paradise he yearned for, and he tried his best to stand on tiptoe, but he couldn't reach the trousers of the upper class.

Zou Ting took a deep breath, lowered his eyebrows and said pleasantly: "Mr. Wang, please invite me first. Shang Heng sent me an invitation letter. I am willing to enter or not."

"you!"

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Shang Heng didn't pay attention to the episode of this artist of the same period.

The banquet hall is full of guests, and there are many well-known musicians performing live on the stage. There are countless celebrities, gentlemen, handsome men and beautiful women from all walks of life.

Gu Lin led Shang Heng and the two of them through the area at a leisurely pace, and there were many guests who came to greet and greet along the way.

Gu Lin asked casually, "Why do you have an invitation letter from Wen Ruiyun?"

Shang Heng: "He saw that I was pitiful, so he gave me one."

Gu Lin: "..."

He glanced at Rong Zhi next to Shang Heng, who nodded politely at him, turning a blind eye to Gu Lin's chasing eyes.

Gu Lin frowned, and said to Shang Heng, "I have something to tell you."

After finishing speaking, regardless of the other party's reaction, he pushed open the floor-to-ceiling window and walked to a small semi-curved balcony outside the window.

Rong Zhi smiled knowingly: "I'm going to drink something."

Shang Heng nodded and followed Gu Lin silently.

The floor-to-ceiling windows isolated the hustle and bustle of the banquet hall, and the moonlight fell on the blue-gray marble, giving off a cold and white light.

"Why did you have something to do with Wen Ruiyun?" The temperature outside was several degrees higher than indoors, and Gu Lin tugged on his bow tie.

Shang Heng laughed: "Mr. Gu, I don't seem to know you well enough to affect the other party's friendship, right?"

Gu Lin was at a loss for words for a while, and said: "Don't you know that Wen Ruiyun is uneasy and kind? You must have approached you on purpose."

Shang Heng tilted his head: "Why does Mr. Gu think so?"

Gu Lin said coldly: "Tianhe Group and Gu's are each other's biggest competitors. They compete in many fields, and the competition in the entertainment industry is especially fierce right now."

"Tianhe Group originally wanted to acquire Huaimeng, but I cut it off, but I also had a hard time, because all the artists Huaimeng could sell were poached by him."

Gu Lin paused, his eyes fell on Shang Heng's face, and he looked at it carefully under the moonlight, and then quickly moved his eyes away after a while: "You are the most potential among this group of newcomers, especially in this time After the charity live broadcast."

"He regards me as a thorn in his side and thinks you are mine, so he wants to attack me from you."

Gu Lin pointed to Shang Heng's nose, and then to his own.

Shang Heng was silent for a long time, and was almost defeated by this self-justified and flawless logic.

Gu Lin coughed twice, and his eyes drifted to the other side: "Statement, I didn't mean to pay special attention to you, I just did it out of... In short, it's just a kind reminder."

Shang Heng was almost amused by the other party's reaction.

"Mr. Gu, I didn't expect...you are the most pure and unpretentious one, and you are not at all different from those coquettish sluts outside."

Gu Lin frowned, inexplicably: "What are you talking about?"

There was a smile on the corners of Shang Heng's eyes and eyebrows: "It's nothing, I'm complimenting you, it really is a businessman's way of thinking, you can be called a model for my generation."

Gu Lin looked at him suspiciously: "Why do I think it's not a good thing?"

Shang Heng was about to speak when a familiar voice suddenly came from the small balcony next door.

"Mr. Wen." When Fang Yang spoke softly and slowly, his voice had a special gentleness, and the timbre was highly recognizable.

Wen Ruiyun's voice was usual low and elegant: "Master Fang, what do you want from me?"

Shang Heng suddenly felt his waist tighten, and was pushed by Gu Lin into the shadow of the corner behind the stone wall of the small balcony. The two semi-curved balconies are connected, but they are spacious enough, and half of the stone wall just blocks the sight of both parties.

Shang Heng was helpless, and asked in a very low voice: "Mr. Gu, what are you doing? It's not something shady."

Gu Lin turned his head, and the silvery moonlight illuminated a pair of star eyes, and the deep pupils carried a rare seriousness: "Fang Yang saw you with me, and he wanted to kill you again."

Gu Lin paused, then snorted softly: "Let you listen to what tricks the two of them are discussing, and you will know Wen Ruiyun's true face."

Of course, when this sentence came to his lips, Gu Lin swallowed it back.

In that room, in the banquet hall, Lin Yuqing had just escaped from the crowd of entertainment journalists, found a corner, turned on the phone, the call record was empty, and never got a call from Shang Heng.

"Strange, the receptionist at the door clearly said that he has arrived..."