Self-cultivation of tool people [Quick Transmigration]

Lynch is suicidal in this world.

A handful of sleeping pills will kill the person immediately.

His death stimulated Di Lan, who had a smooth journey and didn't know the heights of the world, made him reflect on himself and change his impetuous mentality. Finally, stimulated by Lynch's death, he transformed successfully, and later played the same role of suicide. His acting career is full of humanistic care, and he has become a film artist with both virtue and art.

This is normal script.

System: "He can't figure it out, he's cynical, blackened, and retired from the circle."

This is not a normal script.

Lynch withdrew his gaze and lowered his eyelashes, in case his gaze was too hot and made Di Lan feel strange.

In fact, he didn't have to do this at all. In Di Lan's heart, Lynch saw his eyes glowing because he liked his aptitude.

"Why did you change your mind again?" Lynch asked gently.

Di Lan looked at Lynch's slightly red eyes, "Have you ever cried? Because of Ye Feihong's Weibo post? Don't worry about it, he just has cerebral palsy."

Lynch's temples twitched lightly, love can't blind his eyes, Di Lan is really difficult, tune, teach!After rebirth, she was still so... weird.

"Let me ask you why you don't want to sign the contract again." Lynch spoke slowly.

As soon as Di Lan heard his speaking speed, he knew that he was a little annoyed, and said earnestly: "Get out of this circle, you are not suitable for this place at all, on the surface you seem to care about nothing, but in fact, you have suffered a lot in your heart Okay, let's leave, wouldn't it be good to start over with a new career?"

"Are you finished?" Lynch asked.

Di Lan knew from his tone that Lynch didn't listen at all.

Sure enough, Lynch said, "If you don't sign, you will leave."

Di Lan didn't leave and continued to preach.

Lynch was forced to listen to a 10-minute speech on "cherish life, stay away from the entertainment circle", and his heart changed from the excitement of reunion to the urge to hit someone.

"Thirsty?" Lynch asked.

Di Lan: "I'm not thirsty, I can still talk."

Lynch: ...

In his previous life, it took him a lot of effort to package this peculiar brain circuit as a movie king. After rebirth, the second disease... the condition-has worsened!

"Are you going to sign or not?" Lynch asked impatiently.

Di Lan insisted: "If I don't sign, you quit the entertainment industry."

Lynch got up straight away, and Di Lan got up after him, holding Lynch's arm.

Lynch turned his face, and the reddish corners of his eyes swept across. His skin was white, and he looked even more like a bit of rouge, sharp and charming. Di Lan's heart skipped a beat. Lynch seemed more attractive than he thought.

"You really can't give up?" Di Lan said firmly.

"No," Lynch said softly, "I'm going to die here."

Di Lan was shocked. As long as there was a disagreement between him and Lynch, he would never be able to say no to Lynch, and it was always Lynch who led him forward.

He thought that Lynch would always take him like this, but Lynch let him go halfway.

Di Lan squeezed Lynch's arm tightly with her palm, "Then I'll sign it!"

Lynch breathed a sigh of relief.

"But I have one condition," Di Lan said loudly, "live with me!"

Lynch: "..."

"No, no, no," Tang Jingchuan was the first to jump up, "absolutely not!"

Lynch said: "I have already agreed."

Tang Jingchuan sat down on her boss's chair, with a face full of disbelief, she said, "Haven't you suffered enough? A Shen Wenhan didn't give you a long memory?"

Shen Wenhan was Lynch's first artist.

It can be said that it became an instant hit in the hands of Lynch.

Like Di Lan and Ye Feihong, Shen Wenhan didn't receive systematic training, so he naturally sculpted and decorated. Lynch loved to bet on this type of people.

His vision was not wrong either.

Shen Wenhan is a natural actor. He is handsome and upright, especially suitable for dramas or upright roles. The route Lynch set for him is to go in this direction. For the first play, he chose an ancient costume and acted in it. Affectionate male second, won a lot of audience popularity.

At that time, the company had just started, and the conditions were not very good. Shen Wenhan's personality was far from being upright. Lynch worried that something might happen to him, so he took him to live at home.

In the end, what happened at his home.

"You don't think it's disgusting, but I do." Tang Jingchuan still feels annoyed when she thinks about it. Now Shen Wenhan is like a man with five people and six people. At that time, he had sex with Lynch at Lynch's house, so Lynch had to bear the burden. If you can't control yourself, don't be a fucking star.

Lynch flipped through Di Lan's information card, and said calmly, "Di Lan doesn't know."

"Know people, know face, but not heart, you're in this line of business, don't you understand such a simple truth?" Tang Jingchuan hated iron but steel.

"If he dares," Lynch raised his eyes, "I will castrate him."

Tang Jingchuan: "..." With courage.

Di Lan stood downstairs and waited for Lynch. The people from the brokerage company who were used to seeing handsome men and beautiful women couldn't help but take a second look.

He's so handsome, such a handsome person can turn red with just a single blush.

In her previous life, Di Lan had already won the film king, so she was well adapted to other people's attention and turned a blind eye to it.

"Hello," someone approached him, a middle-aged man with a smile on his face, "My name is Zhang Hu, and I'm an agent. Have you signed a contract? Are you interested in entering the entertainment industry? "

Di Lan was tall and looked down at the man. His handsome silhouette was highlighted under the chandelier, "I signed the deed, and I have to die here."

Hopeful Zhang Hu: "..."

The elevator dinged, and Zhang Hu and Di Lan turned their heads at the same time. As soon as he saw the figure coming out of the elevator, he hurriedly said to Di Lan, "Isn't Lynch the one you signed?"

Di Lan let out an 'hmm'.

"Then you were fooled, did you sign it? How much is the liquidated damages?" Zhang Hu said, "Lin Qi is the most notorious in the whole circle now, you think about it, I am Qitian, this is my business card..."

Di Lan stretched out her hand and pushed away the man's business card, narrowed her eyes and said indifferently, "Stop barking."

Zhang Hu: "..."

Di Lan, who has been nurturing Lynch for a year, admits that she has a lot of Lynch's oral habits, and she doesn't plan to change.

Lynch came over and saw Zhang Hu who looked embarrassed beside Di Lan, smiled slightly, and said politely: "Zhang Hu, why are you here?"

"Feihong still has some materials here, I'll make a handover." Zhang Hu also said politely.

"Oh," Lynch looked away with little interest, "Then don't bother me." He said to Di Lan who was quiet beside him, "Let's go."

Di Lan nodded and followed Lynch step by step.

Looking at the backs of the two leaving, Zhang Hu wondered what kind of luck Lin Qi had. He dug up such a good seedling again, so he had to go back and tell Ye Feihong to give him more treats.

Lynch and Di Lan arrived at the underground garage.

Lynch's car is a black Mercedes-Benz, an entry-level model, not too expensive, more than 30, very low-key.

Di Lan opened the driver's door first, "Let me open it."

Lynch glanced at him, "Do you have a driver's license?"

"Have."

"Take it out and I'll take a look."

"In dormitory."

"roll--"

Di Lan was pushed to the co-pilot by Lynch.

Lynch looked very tired, and Di Lan was very worried about him.

Freezing three feet does not happen in a day. Lynch should have suffered a lot of trauma for being able to swallow so many sleeping pills in one go after the awards night.

Di Lan said softly, "Are you feeling sad?"

Lynch held the steering wheel with his hands, his temples were throbbing, and he squeezed out a sentence through his teeth - "Fasten your seat belt."

"Actually, I think you are very talented. Look, you can speculate in stocks, paint, and cook. You can do a lot of things. Why don't you try to do something else? Being a broker is thankless. , and it’s easy to run into dogs..." Di Lan talked endlessly and earnestly persuaded Lynch to quit the circle.

Lynch thought he was deaf with his indifferent face.

This is the mode of Di Lan's darkening degree?

He can bear it.

After five traffic lights, Di Lan was still talking, Lynch finally couldn't help it, stopped at the sixth red light, turned his head and said gently to Di Lan: "Either get down, or shut up."

Di Lan closed her mouth.

Lynch restarted the car and breathed a sigh of relief.

After 2 minutes, the beautiful and magnetic Google girl recited in the car.

"Wo advises Ni to carefully consider Wo's opinion..."

Lynch: "..." What the hell, he's going to be blackened too!

"Turn off the phone." Lynch held back his breath.

Di Lan: "I also have my own personality, so I can't listen to you in everything."

Lynch: "..."

Lynch licked his lips, and turned the steering wheel, "Be quiet, if you make any noise, you will sleep in the corridor tonight."

Di Lan sighed, and silently locked the phone screen.

This is not something that happens overnight, take your time.

When the car drove to the parking garage of the apartment, Lynch finally calmed down, took the hat from the back seat of the car and handed it to Di Lan, "Put it on."

Di Lan said while wearing it: "I'm not popular yet."

"You're not red, I'm red," Lynch put on another hat and said expressionlessly, "Get out of the car in half an hour."

After getting out of the car, Lynch lowered his hat and walked quickly into the underground elevator room. As soon as he entered, a reporter came up.

They are all acquaintances, in a circle, and they don't see each other when they look up.

There are quite a few of them. Lynch also smashed Lynch in the face when he blocked the microphone for Ye Feihong at the airport. Do you have anything to say about the termination of the contract?"

As a manager, Lynch knows very well that not giving heat is the best response. If you don't know how to answer, just smile.

Lynch pressed his peaked cap and smiled slightly at the camera.

The reporters also knew about Lynch's temper, Vajra Bodhisattva, impermeable, gentle and polite, didn't know anything.

The elevator came, and the reporters blocked the door of the elevator, obviously not letting them in. Someone smiled and said, "Broker Lin, everyone is so familiar, just give us some materials and we'll go back to do business. It's hot, hello!" Hello everyone."

Lynch still smiled and said nothing, with his hands in his suit pockets, looking like he was exhausting himself.

The reporters were also bored and helpless.

"Let's—"

Suddenly there was a shout from behind.

The tall man wearing a helmet was carrying a big box in his hand, and said in a rough voice: "Delivering food, what are you doing here, I will sue you for overtime fines!" His aura scared the reporters away, and Lynch took the opportunity to follow him into the elevator.

As the elevator doors closed, Lynch glanced at the people around him, "Where's the helmet?"

Di Lan took off the helmet, revealing a handsome face under the disheveled hair, "It's in your trunk."

Lynch turned his face away and chuckled.

"Lynch," Di Lan said sincerely, "get out of the circle."

"To shut up--!"