He walks the career path in Shurachang

The sky is getting darker, and the last rays of the setting sun are struggling in the sky, unwilling to be silent.

Wen Ruiyun looked at Rong Zhi for a long time, and the latter kept a constant smile.

For a long time, he has regarded Gu Lin as the number one enemy in shopping malls and love affairs, but he did not expect that this one who has been silently following Shang Heng's side is a real viper.

"It seems that you have played tricks behind your back. Does it make sense?"

Rong Zhi leaned forward, unable to see his eyebrows clearly in the backlight of the setting sun, only a long shadow cast on the dark and reflective car door.

"How do you know it's meaningless if you don't try it?"

Wen Ruiyun smiled slowly, and said slowly: "Lawyer Rong seems not very confident in his charm."

Rong Zhi showed a humble smile: "It's really not as good as Mr. Wen. You can choose Yingying Yanyan at your beck and call."

Wen Ruiyun ignored his answer with a gun and a stick, and asked, "Does Shang Heng know what's on your mind?"

Rong Zhi pursed her lips: "This is between the two of us, it has nothing to do with you."

Wen Ruiyun nodded, and said clearly: "It must have been rejected, otherwise, you followed him for a long time, and I heard that you even lived next to each other, but you never dared to cross the threshold at all, the result can be imagined."

As if being stung by a scorpion's tail, Rong Zhi restrained his smile, casually brushed off the non-existent dust on his cuffs, and said lightly:

"Mr. Wen thought he could irritate me with such a bit of sour words? Don't waste your efforts. I've heard a hundred times and a thousand times worse words than this before. It's nothing."

Wen Ruiyun squinted his eyes, and keenly caught a trace of incongruity: "If I remember correctly, Lawyer Rong's family is well-off, and his father is a famous real estate tycoon. He has always lived a good life. Listening to what you said, it seems It's been a tough day."

Rong Zhi was silent for a moment, then smiled embarrassedly: "I made Boss Wen laugh, it's just a setback when I was young."

He looked behind him, turned back and said, "Mr. Wen, do you want to wait any longer? Maybe you will be even more sad when you see them come out later. "

Wen Ruiyun said calmly: "It has nothing to do with you."

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Huaimeng Entertainment Building.

"President Fang." The secretary knocked on the door of the CEO's office, "There is a Mr. Shang who claims to be your elder and wants to see you. Look..."

Fang Yang suddenly raised his head from behind the desk, covered the receiver of the call, and gave her a hard look: "What elder? Get that scoundrel out!"

The secretary was startled: "Ah, yes, yes."

"Wait!" Fang Yang's temples were throbbing, and his eyes were dark blue, "Let him come up."

The secretary was a little confused, and nodded in doubt: "Got it."

After Fang Yang finished speaking the last few words, he hung up and collapsed into the back of the leather chair. His whole body seemed to be fished out of the water, covered in sweat, and tiredness and bewilderment were written on his pale face.

In order to win the project of "Spirit Mountain" from Shang Heng, he spared no expense. Although he looked down on Shang Heng in every possible way, the fact that he has made countless big hits in the past year has already proved his vision and ability to turn stones into gold .

On the contrary, Huaimeng has almost been going downhill this year, and the money-making projects in his hands have almost been drained of blood. Just filling the holes has consumed a lot of his mind.

This hole came from another rascal named Shang.

A middle-aged man walked in loudly without even knocking, rubbing his hands and looking around. He almost touched all the gadgets on the antique shelf, but unfortunately the items were too big to go away: "Son, You are very good."

"Shut up! Who allows you to call me that?" Fang Yang was furious, and looked outside the door nervously, making sure that no one would close the door, "What are you doing here? Didn't you tell you to leave here?"

The adoptive father laughed straight: "Oh, you don't know. The money you gave last time is not enough. Your brother is about to go to college. Your mother wants you to think of a way, not to mention Tsinghua University and Peking University, at least send him abroad for a visit. Gold? What do you think?"

Fang Yang laughed back angrily: "No money, get lost!"

The adoptive father's face darkened: "Why are you talking to your father! I found out that the Fang family and his wife have returned to China. If you are so unfilial, then we have to come and talk about how the Fang family educates their children!"

"How dare you!" Fang Yang's face was as green as a stone, he gritted his teeth, his tense cheeks twitched slightly, his fists were clenched on the edge of the desk, his knuckles turned white.

This kind of person... It would be great if he died!

Fang Yang closed his eyes deeply, with countless vicious thoughts in his mind, and finally said nothing, called the secretary, hung up and said coldly: "I will transfer the money to your account, and you are not allowed to appear in the future." here."

The adoptive father got his wish and left humming a song.

The secretary came in with the coffee carefully, and looked at Fang Yang's gloomy face with fear: "Boss Fang, on our books, we don't have much liquidity. If we continue... we may suffer losses."

Fang Yang's lips trembled, and he squinted his eyes and said: "Suspend other projects to save money. As long as this "Spirit Mountain" can meet expectations, we can make up for all the shortfalls. What are the actions of Zhongsheng Company and Gu's Group?"

The secretary shook his head: "I haven't received any news."

Fang Yang sneered: "That's right, it's a dumb thing, Shang Heng can only swallow it with his nose."

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In the restaurant, the pianist had just finished playing a soothing "Serenade", and there were sparse applause among the booths.

Shang Heng withdrew his gaze from looking at Le Chi, then turned back to meet Lin Yuqing's gaze. He tilted his head, rested his cheek with one hand, and smiled lazily: "Finally, there are no more light bulbs."

Shang Heng laughed: "Do you have such a big opinion on Rong Zhi?"

"I don't like him, especially the way he looks at you." Lin Yuqing raised her eyebrows, "I heard that you are still living opposite him, anyway, you are not short of money now, it is better to change the house, why not live with me Over there, they are all detached villas, with top-notch privacy and security."

Shang Heng shook his head: "The house is a trivial matter. I spend more time living in the company than going back to the apartment. I will talk about it later. Besides seeing you, I have something else to discuss with you."

Lin Yuqing stretched out her index finger to point at the tip of his nose, and smiled lightly:

"I knew you couldn't do without me, so tell me, are you going to ask me to make a movie again? Well...Although I'm still recovering from the surgery, if it's the script you picked, I'll give it a try. What? Like? Are you very moved and want to fall into my arms?"

Shang Heng slapped his paws off, and smirked: "Ms. Lin has regained her flowery face, let's keep myself looking in the mirror. I'm telling you something serious. Don't be silly."

"Sigh." Lin Yuqing sighed, and complained half-truthfully, "It's fine if you don't let me take advantage at the celebration banquet last time, but don't let me take advantage of verbal advantages? You are too stingy."

Shang Heng coughed lightly, ignored what happened that night at the celebration banquet, and cleared his throat. Fang Yang learned that he and Gu Lin had invested in the movie "Spirit Mountain", maliciously intercepted the project, and the producer and director deliberately opened their mouths. I said it again in a few words about the back-and-forth.

Lin Yuqing frowned the more she listened: "Why did this guy catch you? Is he out of his mind?"

Shang Heng was drinking tea, and when he heard this, he almost choked on his breath with laughter, and felt sorry for him: "The hero sees the same thing. I am also puzzled by this matter. Logically speaking, I should have no conflict of interest with Fang Yang now. That's right, as for hating me so much as a fake love rival?"

Lin Yuqing said sourly: "If I had known this, you might as well have let me take care of you back then."

He looked at Shang Heng's slight expression, smiled and gave him a sneaky look: "Of course, I am also willing to be taken care of by Mr. Shang."

Shang Heng didn't frown, and was amused by him: "Mr. Lin, the best actor Lin, I don't want to be drowned in the saliva of your fanatic fans."

Lin Yuqing looked at him for a long time, and suddenly smiled: "Then if I choose you between you and the fans, will you consider me?"

Shang Heng slightly paused the hand holding the tea, took a light breath, and shook his head: "I may be moved, but it's only for a while, why give up something that really belongs to you for a while?"

Lin Yuqing didn't speak, she lowered her head and stirred the coffee spoon in her hand, and after a while, she put on a lazy smile again like a normal person: "Don't mention this, let's get down to business, how are you going to deal with Fang Yang?"

Shang Heng looked at his eyes carefully, Lin Yuqing's eye sockets were deep, and his eyes with a natural smile were recognizable in a unique way, but also more confusing, making people unable to see through his real face hidden under the smile. mood.

He sighed softly in his heart, collected his thoughts, and said, "I want to ask you, among the well-known and capable artists in the circle, which ones have secret quirks or serious misdeeds?"

Lin Yuqing blinked and looked at him suspiciously: "Why are you asking this?"

Before Shang Heng could answer, he widened his eyes and knocked on the table in dissatisfaction: "Hey, you leave me such a big, super-popular actor, and go find someone with a quirk? Tell me what quirk you like, I still have time to study now."

Shang Heng straightened his lips helplessly, and hooked his fingers at him: "Come here with your ears."

Lin Yuqing smirked pretentiously: "Don't tell me you like that tune?"

"..." Shang Heng said coolly, "Throw away the waste in your head."

"No mood." Lin Yuqing pursed her lips, and reluctantly moved her ear to it.

Shang Heng lowered his voice, and briefly stated his plan, Lin Yuqing was dumbfounded, pointed at his nose, stuttered for a while and forgot to speak.

"You... This move is too dark, thanks to you thinking of it!" Lin Yuqing looked at him with complicated eyes, "Shang Heng, your heart is dark, right?"

Shang Heng had just eaten a fat shrimp that had been shelled off, and slowly wiped his hands with a wet towel. The hot towel repeatedly wiped off the grease on his slender fingers, and stretched them out in front of the other party, with a smile on his face like a spring breeze: "But my hands are white."

Lin Yuqing stretched out her hand to grab it, but he avoided it lightly.

"However, are you sure the other party will fall for you?"

Shang Heng smiled slightly, and stretched out his hand to lift the hair on the other side's face and twist it behind the ear, revealing a light flesh-colored mark on the cheek: "Then please, Mr. Lin, 'disfigure' for a while longer, and don't recover so quickly."

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When I came out of the restaurant, there was already a crescent crescent hanging on the dark blue sky.

Rong Zhi greeted her and left first.Shang Heng didn't take it seriously, and chatted with Lin Yuqing about the next plan.

Lin Yuqing nodded absent-mindedly, and when her eyes flicked across the fence and alleyway, her eyes suddenly focused——

A low-key black Bentley was parked at the entrance of the alley. A slender man in a lead gray overcoat was leaning against the car door, with a little dark red spark between his fingers, which flickered slightly in the dark night.

"Shang Heng." He lowered his head and winked at Shang Heng, "I've helped you so much, shouldn't you thank me?"

Shang Heng nodded and said with a smile: "How would Mr. Lin want me to thank you?"

Lin Yuqing looked over his shoulder, and met the man not far away without saying a word. He raised his chin at the man provocatively, leaned close to Shang Heng's ear, and dragged out his tone: "Since I want to thank you I, why don't I--kiss!"

The last syllable was still in her mouth, and before Shang Heng could react, Lin Yuqing instantly pecked at the side of Shang Heng's cheek!

Shang Heng turned his head reflexively, but he was still rubbed against the corner of his eyes by the warm lips of the other party.

He looked at Lin Yuqing who had succeeded and laughed happily, raised his hand to wipe away the remaining touch from the corner of his eyes, calmly stepped back half a step, and said helplessly, "Teacher Lin, how old are you? Don't be so childish, okay? "

"You feel disadvantaged?" Lin Yuqing leaned towards half of her cheek, "Then I will let you kiss me back?"

Shang Heng turned his head and left.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned his head, he bumped into Wen Ruiyun's deep eyes.

It's hard to describe the expression on Wen Ruiyun's face at that moment, like the chapped marks on the eternal reef cut by a carving knife, it is no longer invulnerable.

Shang Heng's footsteps stopped suddenly, and his eyebrows frowned a little.

There were a lot of burnt and crushed cigarette butts scattered at Wen Ruiyun's feet. I don't know how long he had been waiting here, but there was still a little spark between his fingers, reflected in his dark eyes, flickering into two cloudy dark red spots .

"Mr. Wen, why are you here?"

Wen Ruiyun narrowed his eyes and looked at him: "Is 'busy' over?"

Shang Heng wanted to be the first to ask about the leaked news, but Wen Ruiyun's sour question blocked his throat.

Shang Heng intentionally explained a few sentences, and Wen Ruiyun's next question followed one after another: "I kissed you outside so impatiently, do you want to take it home and continue 'busy'?"

His expression was calm, his tone was calm, and the emotions that he wanted to hide and tried to suppress were revealed in the messy hair, thin lips, tight jaw, and the smell of tobacco floating in the wind.

Shang Heng frowned slightly: "It's not what you think, it was just an accident...Forget it, Mr. Wen seems to be in a bad mood tonight, let's talk another day."

The wrist tightened suddenly, and an irresistible force grabbed Shang Heng violently, his center of gravity was thrown back, his back was instantly pressed against the cold glass car window, and a tall and tall shadow shrouded him, completely covering the entire field of vision!

"Wen-"

The lips are soft and chilled by the cold wind. At this moment, they are grinding hard on the other pair, sucking eagerly, frantically plundering the remaining air in the mouth, and the deep kiss almost sucks the soul away.

The harsh and scorching breaths of winter fought against each other on the lips, the tight chest kept shaking and heaving, and the ears were full of heavy panting and frantic heartbeat.

The smell of nicotine surrounds the nose, and the mental ends jump repeatedly in paralysis and stimulation.

Wen Ruiyun closed his eyes intoxicated, and indulged in this long kiss with all his heart. Shang Heng, who was pressed on the car door by him, suddenly clasped his wrist tightly. He was forced to open his eyes, and his gaze swiveled. A cold roof!

His hands were cut behind the back by Shang Heng, and his body was tightly pressed against the car door. Shang Heng leaned over his ear, breathing quickly and calmly, and he could see the moist red corners of his lips out of the corner of his eye.

"Wen Ruiyun." Shang Heng called by name, his voice was hoarse, his eyes were dark, and his breathing was still a bit heavy. He licked his red lips, "Who gave you the illusion that you can suppress me?" ?Um?"

Wen Ruiyun blinked his eyelashes in surprise, without struggling, slowly relaxed his tense body, and said lightly: "I drank some wine at night."

"and then?"

"Secretary Wu is not here, and there is no driver."

"so what?"

Wen Ruiyun pursed her lips, as if there was still a bit of residual warmth belonging to the other party: "I'm going to your place."

Shang Heng: "..."