The top stream also wants to inherit the family business

The afterglow of winter is lightly falling, and the rolling snow hills are connected to the sky across the ocean, and the junction is smudged with a touch of light pink.

The floor-to-ceiling windows that occupy the entire wall separate the two worlds. Outside the window is ice and snow, and inside the window is warm like spring. The young man on the treadmill looks back, his black hair sticks to his fair forehead, and sweat slips from his temples along his jawline, from his neck to his collarbone, and sinks into his body. The neckline of a white T-shirt.

When Wu Ting saw this picture during the conversation, he immediately asked his assistant to take a picture, and the editor posted it on Weibo for business. After confirming that the content of the copy was correct, he continued to persuade: "Really don't think about it anymore?"

"I figured it out."

After persuading him for an hour, he failed to change his decision. Wu Ting could only compromise. He picked up the notebook beside him and replied to the program group emails. , if it hadn’t been handed over to you directly, those few companies would have been torn apart, and insider information said that it might be his masterpiece, so it’s a pity to lose it.”

"You contact Brother Du to see if Sun Sinian is available."

Wu Ting sat up straight, his face could not hide his astonishment and confusion: "You don't accept this book because you intend to give it to Sun Sinian?"

Li Qingyan stopped the treadmill and got off, wiped the sweat on his forehead casually with the sports towel on his shoulders, threw it aside, stretched his joints and stretched his muscles: "I didn't plan to pick it up, and I just let the director meet him Whether it will succeed or not is up to him."

"Whether it's up to him?" Wu Ting couldn't help laughing angrily: "You brought everyone over there, and Sun Sinian's acting skills are also there. Back then, director Chang was picking between the two of you, and you won the award when he met you." It's fixed for you, now that you push to bring Sun Sinian there, can he not accept? What about you? If you don't get it right, you will pay for a favor in vain."

In Wu Ting's three rhetorical questions, Li Qingyan went to the refrigerator to get two bottles of beer, handed one of them to him, and sat down beside him: "I owe Sun Sinian a favor, and the role of Ji Su, he is better than me." Suitable."

"Why do you pay such a big cake for favors?" Wu Ting ignored the second half of the sentence that seemed so nonsense at first glance: "When did you and Sun Sinian meet in private? In my impression, you were apart from the time when you first started filming." , I met once at the film festival last year."

"When you don't know." Li Qingyan held up a cold beer and touched Wu Ting, his eyes slightly curved: "Anyway, I'm sorry to trouble you."

"You don't have to tell me about it." Wu Ting drank a half-can of beer in one gulp, pinched the can and threw it into the trash can, and when she tilted her head again, her tone sank: "Ever since you answered the phone at home yesterday, your emotions have changed." It seems that something is wrong, tell me the truth, is something wrong?"

Li Qingyan raised his head and took a sip of beer, his Adam's apple rolled, and his tone was normal: "It's nothing."

Wu Ting's eyes fell and stopped on his knuckle fingers. The warm fingertips left fingerprints on the bottle, and the water trail slipped down from the fingers to the palm, but the owner of the hand didn't seem to notice it.

"When you were normal..." Wu Ting grabbed Li Qingyan's wrist and lifted it up, pulled the can out of his hand, put it on the coffee table and at the same time fished out the box containing tissues, and stuffed it into his hand: "It is absolutely impossible to let the water It’s all done with one hand.”

Li Qingyan moved her eyelashes slightly, pulled out a few pieces of paper, and wiped off the water on her hands.

"Before you said that you would not take part in variety shows or participate in high-profile events and only focus on filming, but now you have pushed Director Sun's "Yunji" to take the top idol. —”

"It's too peaceful." Wu Ting leaned back on the sofa and turned to look at Li Qingyan: "Since yesterday, your mood has been very peaceful. We have known each other for so many years. Except when you are in a play, there is almost no time when your mood is so peaceful. To be honest, I'm a little worried about you."

Li Qingyan was silent for a moment: "I'm in a bit of a mess right now, I'll talk to you in a few days."

"OK." Wu Ting didn't ask any more questions, took the tablet aside, and checked the itinerary: "We will fly back to China at ten o'clock tomorrow, you can spend a good year at home, and even start recording in half a month, I will let Zhang Yuan will pick you up."

The plane rose above the clouds, and the sun was shining directly outside the window. Li Qingyan pulled down the shade, and asked the flight attendant for a blanket to cover Wu Ting.

The stewardess did not leave after delivering the blanket, tried her best to control her facial expression, and pressed the arc of her mouth into a smile, but her trembling voice betrayed her excitement, "Ms. Li, I am your fan, can I sign a photo with you?" ?”

Li Qingyan smiled and nodded: "Of course."

After signing the photo, the stewardess thanked her in a low voice and left, and the passengers next to her looked over frequently, feeling a little eager to move.

Li Qingyan pulled down the blindfold, put on the earphones, and blocked the sound and sight of the outside world. There was darkness in front of him but no sleepiness. His brain bounced back and forth between extreme calm and extreme confusion, trying to clarify everything that happened the day before yesterday.

He clearly remembered the last scene he saw before he closed his eyes: deafening thunder crashed in the air, boulders and muddy water slid down, and the little girl beside him was crying in fear. He bent down and hugged the girl into his arms, comforting her. Before the words could be uttered, darkness and pain swept over, the child's shrill and trembling cries were still in his ears, and the next moment he came back to his senses, he was already in the property he had bought on Binghuo Island.

——He was sitting by the huge floor-to-ceiling window, the mobile phone on the low table was turned on hands-free, some distorted but still familiar voices echoed in the room, the crackling sound in the fireplace, the room was warm and dry, and the surface of the skin was still wet from the rain , It seems to be dried by the heating in an instant, cold and warm alternate quickly, the boundary is difficult to distinguish, and it is difficult to tell whether this is a dream or reality.

The afterglow of winter lightly falls on the snow field, and the rolling snow hills stretch as far as the eye can see, connecting with the sky. The junction is smudged with a touch of light pink. Suddenly awake, got up to find out the truth.

After two nights without sleep and more than 40 hours of waking up, he has confirmed that he has really returned to three years ago.

At this time, Xu Zhuo's influence has not penetrated into the company's top management, and he is still conscientiously pretending to be a good husband, son-in-law and good father. No less than nine figures, part of the money flowed into the account of a shell company, and the other part went into the hands of a woman named Xiao Shan. Coincidentally, this woman named Xiao Shan was the legal person of the shell company Xu Zhuo gave birth to a mistress who had a son and a daughter.

Li Qingyan can still clearly remember that when he learned that his grandfather had passed away suddenly, when he rushed home, what he saw was not the mourning hall of his grandfather, but a strange woman and two young men who called themselves Young Master and Miss, bossing around Aunt Wu who had taken care of him since childhood In the scene where his mother was missing, the man he no longer wanted to call his father showed no response. He not only introduced his mistress and illegitimate children as a matter of course, but also showed a rare smile, asking him to go back to the set to act well, and expressed that He will take good care of grandpa's funeral and company affairs.

Feeling rolling up from his stomach, Li Qingyan pulled off the blindfold, drank water and suppressed it, put on the blindfold again, tried to get rid of the messy memories in his mind, and tried to fall asleep.

I don't know whether it was the long-term exhaustion that made the body reach the critical point, or the plane entered the clouds, and the slight bumps were like a hotbed for people to fall asleep. Li Qingyan fell into a deep sleep not long after.

I slept for eight hours, and the plane was about to land.

Hearing him wake up, Wu handed him a cup of warm milk: "It's the first time I've seen you sleep on the plane for so long, you're hungry, I've already booked a hotel, it's near the airport, drink a milk pad first, wait I'll go over to have something to eat later and take you back to the apartment."

After the emptiness when he just woke up, Li Qingyan felt hungry. He shook his head and didn't take the milk: "I won't go back to the apartment today. Someone will pick me up later, I'll go home directly."

"People from your family?" Wu Ting was surprised.

"Probably." Li Qingyan thought for a while: "I'll send you my home address later, and you can come over when you have time in the next year."

"Okay, I'll take you to the car later."

Wu Ting has worked with Li Qingyan for so many years. He has never met Li Qingyan's family. Every time he is sent back to his apartment, he has never been to his house. He has been curious for a long time, but he will never ask anything that should not be asked. Ask, this was also the agreement when they signed the contract, now that Li Qingyan is willing to tell him, he naturally readily agrees.

It's less than nine o'clock, and it's the Spring Festival travel season. The airport is very lively. Li Qingyan is on a private trip this time, and there are no fans to pick him up. However, when he came out, there were still many passers-by who recognized him and raised their mobile phones to take pictures and videos.

The bodyguards stepped forward quickly, Wu Ting and Zhang Yuan guarded Li Qingyan's side, the crowd gradually became agitated, and many passers-by who noticed this side also looked over, the group could only speed up their pace.

Li Qingyan pulled off the mask, smiled at the little girl who had been following the filming, and reminded in a warm voice: "Be careful, don't fall."

The little girl froze in place, and when Li Qingyan walked away, she came back to her senses, covered her face and screamed: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh——""

After leaving the airport, Wu Ting heaved a sigh of relief, and looked at the two bodyguards behind Li Qingyan: "I didn't arrange bodyguards to pick them up, do you know these two people?" He vaguely heard what they called Li Qingyan, and Li Qingyan nodded in response, so he followed. Now that he recovered, he felt strange again.

Li Qingyan's daily necessities, food, housing and transportation, including those who take care of him, are generally simple. In addition, he is low-key, and if he does not use the VIP channel for private trips, he will not cause congestion. It is not his character to ask bodyguards to pick him up.

"People sent by the family." Li Qingyan didn't want to explain too much, got into the car and said: "Brother Listen, I'm leaving first, you should be careful on the way back."

The car door closed, the two bodyguards nodded to Wu Ting and Zhang Yuan, and got into the car behind.

The two cars drove away one after another. Wu Ting stood there for half a minute, his frowning relaxed, and he said to his assistant Zhang Yuan, "Let's go."