I ran away after teasing the paranoid NPC

I want to be your patron, but you regard me as your father?

This is too infuriating!

Song Zhengjun's face was as cold as if he had just returned from an Antarctic survey.

He clenched his back teeth, and fixed his eyes on Yan Jinge.

Will this person still speak?

Believe it or not, if he dares to go over and kiss him, he won't let him talk nonsense in the future!

Yan Jinge was still a little drowsy at first, but after being stared at by Song Zhengjun's death gaze, he became more refreshed.He blinked, recalling the title he called Song Zhengjun just now.

——In the novels that Yan Jinge read before, many characters called them directly. In addition, there are also titles such as "godfather", which seems to be quite common in this world.

Donors are often coaxed into great joy...

Why did Song Zhengjun do the opposite?

Not only showing displeasure, but also glaring at him?

However, he didn't know exactly what the benefactor wanted, which was considered a major mistake in his work.

Yan Jinge thought for a while, and said bluntly: "Mr. Song, I'm not very skilled in this business. If you have any ideas, you can tell me directly, and I will try my best to change."

Song Zhengjun's expression was cold, and his beautiful eyes were even more emotionless.

He has never expressed his opinion, and Yan Jinge doesn't know whether Song Zhengjun likes this title or not.

Not to mention, should it be the default?

Thinking of the plots in the novels he saw, Yan Jinge walked towards the other party.The two slender and straight legs swing back and forth, looking unhurried.When he got to Song Zhengjun's side, Yan Jinge stood still: "Dad worked hard today, do you need a massage service?"

Those who are adopted will often greet the benefactor's father to show their intimacy.

Song Zhengjun: "???"

massage?

Thinking of something, Song Zhengjun's Adam's apple could not stop rolling again.

"want."

"Okay, please come here." Yan Jinge said, and took Song Zhengjun to the seat. After Song Zhengjun sat down, Yan Jinge stood behind Song Zhengjun and squeezed Song Zhengjun's shoulders .

Song Zhengjun closed his eyes, enjoying himself while thinking to himself, his original idea was indeed right.As long as Yan Jinge is bound by conditions such as a contract, Yan Jinge will be framed inside.

When he wants to do anything again, he won't be as passive as he was back then.

He is so clever!

The corners of Song Zhengjun's mouth couldn't help but curl up.

but……

Yan Jinge's massage is really a massage, right?no others?

Song Zhengjun lowered the corner of his mouth in displeasure.

After pressing for nearly half an hour, Yan Jinge didn't express anything else, such as pressing and pressing, his hands were put into his clothes, or he touched his Adam's apple.

So what's the point of this massage?

Might as well go to sleep now.

Song Zhengjun waved his hand: "Okay, go to sleep."

Yan Jinge said "Yes", poured a glass of water for Song Zhengjun and sent it to Song Zhengjun's room, then turned and left.

Song Zhengjun was startled.

"where to?"

"...Sleep. Why, Dad, do you want to listen to some more bedtime stories?"

"...Aren't you sleeping in my room?"

"Sorry, there is no such clause in the contract." Yan Jinge said frankly.

Song Zhengjun: "..."

unwise!

forgotten!

The contract only stated that Yan Jinge would live in Song Zhengjun's villa, and that Song Zhengjun was the only beneficiary, but it didn't say that he would have sex at night, let alone what he was going to do.

As for the previous world, Yan Jinge was sent to Mr. Jing's residence as soon as he arrived. He was going to marry Mr. Jing. The two were husband and wife, so of course they had to sleep together.

But this time it's just a nurturing...

Of course, what is written in the contract is what it is.

Song Zhengjun asked blankly: "This kind of nurturing contract, of course, has some requirements that are not written on the surface. I let you live in the villa, and I am the only one. Is it just for you to live in? Do I need a roommate?"

"You're more than just a roommate."

When Yan Jinge said this, he suddenly smiled when he remembered what he called Song Zhengjun before.

Song Zhengjun obviously thought of the same thing as Yan Jinge.

His face turned black all of a sudden.

In fact, in Yan Jinge's capacity, he shouldn't have said these things to Song Zhengjun, the "gold master", lest Song Zhengjun would be angry, and the contract between the two would be voided, and he would be thrown into the quagmire.

But I don't know why, ever since seeing Song Zhengjun, Yan Jinge has always felt that the other party treats him...

There is no bottom line.

No matter what he said or did, as long as he didn't harm Song Zhengjun, Song Zhengjun would never be really angry with him.

Although Song Zhengjun's face was always frosty, Yan Jinge couldn't help but tease Song Zhengjun's heart when he saw him, so he said what he said before.

Seeing that Song Zhengjun was getting angry now, Yan Jinge's eyes were full of smiles, he stopped talking, and changed the subject, "It's already late today, Mr. Song, go to bed early." In order not to make Song Zhengjun more angry, he deliberately Avoid that title.

"what happened?"

Who would have thought that Song Zhengjun would mock him, "I'm not your father now?"

Yan Jinge looked at him in surprise.

It seems that the benefactor still likes the title "Dad" very much, Yan Jinge changed his words politely and said, "Okay then, good night, Dad."

The door was gently closed.

Song Zhengjun was so angry that he picked up the pillow in front of him and threw it over.

It's a pity that the fluffy pillow didn't pose any threat at all, and it didn't make much noise when it hit the door. Of course, Yan Jinge, who had already left the door, didn't hear anything.

That night, Yan Jinge lay on the bed and roughly scanned the script sent by his agent.It is said to be a script, but because Yan Jinge has not actually participated in the performance, so what is given is only a rough outline.

Yan Jinge had a general idea in mind.

The next day, because the time agreed with the company was ten o'clock in the morning, and he stayed up late the night before to read the script, Yan Jinge didn't get up early, and Song Zhengjun finished his breakfast with a sullen face and went to the company.

By the time Yan Jinge got up, the breakfast was cold.

The aunt who was cooking reheated Yan Jinge's meal.

She was a little older, and she babbled a little, and seeing Yan Jinge's cuteness, she couldn't help but say, "Mr. Song doesn't know what's wrong today, he doesn't seem to be in a good mood."

Yan Jinge smiled, but didn't answer.

Throughout the day, Yan Jinge was basically in the company.

Before, he was not strong enough, had no background, had no face, no resources at all, and was surrounded by third-rate managers, so Song Zhengjun specially sent someone here.

Those people acted resolutely. After explaining their intentions, they immediately occupied the position next to Yan Jinge, analyzed the pros and cons of the script with Yan Jinge, and finalized Yan Jinge's future development. From the beginning to the end, they didn't give others a chance to speak. What a brokerage position looks like.

If it wasn't for Yan Jinge's contract, he might have signed Yan Jinge away.

Yan Jinge's manager couldn't offend the bosses sent by Song Zhengjun, and carefully accompanied him by the side, completely turning into a person serving tea and water, but he couldn't help complaining in his eyes.

By the time the odds and ends are basically settled, it's getting late.

The leader, a man named Lin Jiu, glanced at the time, stood up and said, "The current basic process is like this. Mr. Yan, we will be responsible for your follow-up development in the entertainment industry. If you have any ideas or questions, please let me know." You can consult with us, you have added the contact information just now. Now the time is just right, please come with us."

Yan Jinge raised his head: "Where are you going?"

Lin Shu looked natural: "Of course I'm going to pick up Song Dong from get off work."

Yan Jinge: "???"

Seeing Yan Jinge's strange expression, Lin Jiu added, "Dong Song told me specifically." As if he was afraid that Yan Jinge would not believe him, he took out his phone and showed it to Yan Jinge.

"Ask Yan Jinge to pick me up from get off work."

The signature is Song Dong, and it is indeed Song Zhengjun's speaking style.

concise.

Although Yan Jinge felt a little inexplicable—it was just an adult getting off work, and it wasn't a kindergarten kid after school, so why did someone pick him up?But now he has signed a contract with Song Zhengjun after all. Thinking that Song Zhengjun is his benefactor, it's nothing more than picking up get off work, so he said hello to his manager, got up and left.

Behind.

The manager looked at Yan Jinge's back with cold eyes.

It was only when he was leaving that Yan Jinge remembered that he was his manager and knew he was going to say hello?When making decisions before, I never asked him once, what did he eat at that time?

Ah.

Fortunately, he had mentioned Yan Jinge yesterday to remind him of his kindness, but now Yan Jinge backtracked and directly regarded the people sent by Song Zhengjun as his team.

The agent thinks that although he did not help Yan Jinge on his journey to stardom before, it was also because Yan Jinge himself had no strength, and at any rate, Director Chen was introduced by him. Yan Jinge followed Director Chen to the hotel and met Song Zheng Jun.

In other words, he is Yan Jinge's guide!

Otherwise, how could Yan Jinge be so coincidental that Song Zhengjun's thigh was on the list?

But what about Yan Jinge?

As soon as he got the position here, he immediately ignored him as a manager.

I really thought that a sparrow could become a phoenix if it flew to a branch.

When Dong Song despises you, let's see what you do!

But this white-eyed wolf, the manager doesn't intend to continue to climb, he is clear in his heart, and feels that even if he wants to climb, I am afraid that Yan Jinge will not agree.

In the end, he is not stupid to make wedding dresses for others, of course he would not do it!

The agent was thinking about how to extract resources from Yan Jinge's hands, train his artists, and let his artists appreciate him. He contacted several directors for dinner, and called his artists.

"These guys are sincere to me, but they are too disappointing. Why didn't they climb the big tree of Song Dong? Bah, it's really cheap for that Yan Jinge!"

the other end.

Yan Jinge followed Lin Jiu to Song Zhengjun's company.

Lin Jiu was only responsible for sending people over, and when the car stopped, he said, "The front desk has already said hello, you can go straight up."

Yan Jinge: "Okay."

Yan Jinge entered it from the main entrance, and the receptionist took a look at Yan Jinge's side, as if he knew Yan Jinge, he didn't stop him, and even smiled at Yan Jinge.

Yan Jinge nodded, and went to the floor that Lin Chau had told him about.

As soon as he got up, Yan Jinge saw Song Zhengjun in a suit and leather shoes walking towards the elevator on his side with his long legs.His aura was so strong that there were obviously three people around Song Zhengjun, but Yan Jinge still saw him at the first sight.

He walked forward with big strides, and the people beside him followed suit, quickly reporting on their work.

The two looked at each other.

Song Zhengjun pretended not to know why he came here, frowned, and mocked: "Why are you here? Although I haven't seen you for a day, you don't have to rush to pick me up."

"I'm an adult, I can go back by myself."

Yan Jinge blinked lightly.

... If Lin Jiu hadn't shown him the text message, he would have believed Song Zhengjun's nonsense.

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