Mr Prejudice

After Zhuang Lin left, Guan Lan knew that Chen Jin was at home last night.

He felt that he would never be able to face Chen Jin in his life, and began to seriously consider the possibility of silence him.

Chen Jin: "I really didn't hear anything hahahahahahahaha..."

Guan Lan said in shame and indignation: "Since you know what is there, you still heard it!"

Chen Jin: "Didn't you enter the room only halfway through the living room? After entering the bedroom, I really didn't hear anything!"

Guan Lan almost had a heart attack: "So you were at home from the beginning to the end?"

Chen Jin: "Yesterday I went to the building materials market for a long time. I was so tired that I slept in the house all the time. After I woke up, I opened the door to see you two playing the piano and said that the love atmosphere was very good. I didn't go out to disturb you. I didn't expect you to suddenly We just hugged each other and gave me a fright, okay?"

Guan Lan buried her face deeply in her arms, feeling that she never wanted to lift it up again in her life.

Chen Jin: "Oh my God, why are you so shy? The lust of men and women is your own home. Whoever you like to have sex with. So what if I know, anyway, you must call after you are done. Tell me."

Guan Lan: "Let me tell you, if you see it yourself, can it be the same?"

Chen Jin: "That's really different. I see it with my own eyes now, and I think Zhuang Lin is very good. Dad can finally hand you over to him with peace of mind."

Guan Lan looked up at him: "What's so good? What have you seen?"

Chen Jin: "Hey~ You're so dirty. Do you think what I'm talking about, the size?"

...Who is dirtier?

Chen Jin: "Don't be too superstitious about the size. What kind of key matches what kind of lock? It doesn't mean that [-]cm is better than [-]cm. The key is to use it comfortably."

Guan Lan said in pain: "Shut up."

Chen Jin: "So is it easy to use?"

Guan Lan: "I've used this key before, I don't know what it means to be easy to use!"

Chen Jin: "Hahahaha, can I borrow one from you?"

Guan Lan: "Get out, get out!"

Bickering is a thick-skinned comparison.Guan Lan was in a mess right now, otherwise he would have realized that at this moment, he just had to put on his face and say "Okay, okay, come and use it for me", and Chen Jin would have nothing to do.

Chen Jin: "Speak seriously."

Chen Jin: "What are you going to do with this matter? Although I think there is nothing wrong with your occasional flirting relationship, but you, a virgin who has such strange moral requirements on yourself, must be so entangled now that all three views are split." right?"

Guan Lan: "What else can I do... If you fall in love, you won't die. At worst, it's a breakup."

Chen Jin: "Are you finally willing to give others a name?"

Guan Lan: "What does it mean that I should give him a name--I think about it now, I think he likes me, it's all made up by myself, and I have never heard him confirm it personally. Maybe from the beginning to the end, everything I'm just being self-indulgent."

Chen Jin knew that he had made a mistake again, and began to shrink back.

Chen Jin: "Before you speak, can you touch your conscience, I find that you are a bit of a scumbag."

Guan Lan: "Okay, I understand, I will take responsibility properly."

Chen Jin remembered Zhuang Lin's words in the morning - I don't want him to be with me because of some strange sense of moral responsibility, I don't want him to feel the slightest grievance in his heart.

Now it seems that Guan Lan is not unwilling, but the grievance is still a bit wronged.

Chen Jin felt that when these artistic youths fall in love, they still need to pay attention to pure love and the unity of soul and body, which is really painful.

Although comedians and rich second generations are no better than them.

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At this time, "Night of the Rose" was released, and the song became a huge hit as soon as it was released. There were five young girls in candy-colored skirts singing and dancing in the MV everywhere.At this time, Tianlong's marketing planning department thought of a "genius plan". They wanted to gather five male artists of the company, put on three-piece suits, and shoot a male version of the "Night of Roses" MV.

When the planning director proposed this plan at the regular marketing meeting, Guan Lan felt that he should take medicine; Yang Peiqing actually liked this idea very much, and when he started seriously planning the casting, Guan Lan wanted to call Chen Jin to ask if he forgot to take medicine In the end, Yang Peining decided on this plan, Guan Lan thought, maybe he should take the medicine.

Zhuang Lin's momentum is going strong, and it coincides with the release of the first album, and he is among the five.

Guan Lan: "It's impossible for him to agree. For music, he has his own standards and style."

Yang Peiqing's assistant raised her phone: "Zhuang Lin has already agreed."

Guan Lan: ...

Yang Peiqing: "Why does Mr. Guan still look down on the songs he wrote? Popular is not vulgar, and the style of this song is not low. Zhuang Lin's positioning is not the kind of unreasonable high-altitude flower, besides, this dance is youthful. Lively type, not a sexy style - X-Dream members are still children, we can't let minors show off their heads, that's too limitless, isn't it - this will not hurt Zhuang Lin's image, of course it will It will not harm the image of other artists."

Guan Lan: "...Okay, I'll go take the medicine."

Yang Peiqing didn't get his stalk: "Are you sick?"

Well, it looks like a sense of humor doesn't spread through sex.

Guan Lan went to watch the shooting scene of the MV, and felt that he was about to go blind after just one glance.

Of the five people, apart from Yang Yuze, the sense of disobedience is not so strong. Among the others, Zhuang Lin is considered the youngest, and they are all men in their twenties and thirties. Seeing how cute they are twisting their waists, Guan Lan thinks Take more medicine yourself.

Guan Lan: "...Why did you agree to record this?"

Zhuang Lin: "This song is so cute, it must have been written by a very cute person."

... Guan Lan felt short of breath and didn't want to talk to him anymore.

Zhuang Lin: "I'll find you after recording this, you should be in the office this afternoon."

Guan Lan: "Don't look for me during working hours!"

Zhuang Lin looked at him in surprise: "Can't I talk to you about the album? Or are you inviting me to your house to talk to you during non-working hours? It's not that I don't want to go, but it doesn't matter if you stay two days in a row?"

Guan Lan turned and went out: "It's three o'clock in the afternoon, no waiting after the deadline."

After going out, he touched his hot cheek with the back of his hand, and cursed himself inwardly: Damn, I might really be a female junior high school student.

In any case, this matter is only a small episode, and the real business in Guan Lan's hands is Zhuang Lin's album.

Zhuang Lin, as a returnee from a famous school and a creative music genius, if there are no songs written by himself in the album, it will be unreasonable.

Therefore, the first task now is to polish a few good songs for him.That's what the two of them did last night—or in other words, they should have done this.

Now, the two of them resumed the discussion that had been interrupted by some unexpected events last night.

Guan Lan: "I think this song can be published in two editions, and another edition in Cantonese. Can you sing it?"

Zhuang Lin: "Can you still write Cantonese songs?"

Guan Lan: "I don't know how to write. You speak Cantonese yourself, so write it yourself."

Zhuang Lin: "I can't write either."

The tone is very calm.

Zhuang Lin: "I grew up in Beijing before I was ten years old, and went abroad after university. I didn't actually stay in Guangzhou for a few years, and everyone in school spoke Mandarin. Yes, I can speak and sing, but compared to other people's real local People, it's far away."

Guan Lan: "You grew up in Beijing? I don't even know."

Zhuang Lin complained: "You don't care about my affairs at all."

Guan Lan actually felt a little guilty.

Zhuang Lin took out his ID card: "Come and see, I have a Beijing registered permanent residence, and it is very valuable now. It is very cost-effective to marry me."

Guan Lan also took out his ID card: "I am also registered in Beijing."

Zhuang Lin: "The two of us have exchanged ID cards now."

Guan Lan: "Can this be considered a relationship?"

Zhuang Lin plausibly said: "The ID card of a public figure is a very private thing, and it should not be shown to others easily. For example, now, I know that you did not falsely report your age."

Guan Lan: "...Why should I falsely report my age?"

Zhuang Lin: "Being honest with each other about your real identity information is the beginning of building a healthy relationship. The next step is to disclose each other's property status and bank accounts. Do you want to see it now? I don't have many accounts."

Guan Lan: "...how did it get here, who wants to establish a healthy emotional relationship with you?"

Zhuang Lin: "Then you want an unhealthy relationship? Do you want to have some office play first?"

...Guan Lan forcibly changed the topic: "Since you grew up in Beijing, why did you go to Guangzhou again?"

Zhuang Lin: "My parents are divorced, me and my mother. My mother is very good at breaking through, restaurants, clothing and beauty salons, and has done all kinds of business - now she is opening an online store."

Guan Lan was surprised and said: "I thought... I thought before that you must come from a very, very rich family."

It's not his fault. Anyone who hears that a person graduated from a world-class art school will immediately think "his family must be very rich".

Zhuang Lin: "My dad is very rich, but we don't have much contact with each other now. My mom is also rich, so don't look down on those who open online stores."

Guan Lan: "Then your mother is really amazing. Ordinary people really don't have the courage to spend so much money to send their children to learn art."

Zhuang Lin: "Yes, my mother must like you very much."

Right what right, am I talking about this?

Zhuang Lin: "It's your turn. Can you also tell me about your family's situation?"

Guan Lan: "...My mother must also like you very much."

Young and beautiful, lively and cheerful, with a Beijing household registration, the standard template of a good daughter-in-law in his mother's heart came alive, just like Zhuang Lin.

...Although it should not be this gender.