Entering the entertainment industry too deeply

Zhang Chi doesn't know why, what the hell is empathy?

He took the paper and wiped his eyes and face. Vinda's odorless facial tissue became crumpled. Just as Xiao Cheng was about to hand over another one, the boss was very environmentally friendly and blew it vigorously with the facial tissue soaked in tears. Nose, the sound reminded Xiao Cheng of her watching the bloody Korean drama You from the Stars, where the heroine blows her nose so hard at home when she is sad.

In all fairness, Zhang Chi has a handsome face, but his mouth is weak. Zhang Chi has a rich family and a good background, but he is quite down-to-earth. After working with real people, the illusion was disillusioned.

"Why are you looking at me?" Zhang Chi casually threw the nose-blowing paper into the trash can in the corner, but didn't throw it in. The ball of paper fell to the ground, Zhang Chi didn't care, and looked at Wang Juansheng: "What? Empathy? Am I psychic?"

Xiao Cheng found that the boss seemed to be mentally abnormal...

Sister Zhang saw the boss turning her head to the other side and talking to the other side, but no matter how she saw that there was no one on the other side, she felt so sad and wanted to cry again, her selfishness was attributed to the couple who quarreled in the car, it wasn't these two people, take care How could a child become like this? It is probably because of excessive shock and the news of Wang Juansheng's death. Zhang Chi is under too much mental stress.

Wang Juansheng couldn't see her from others, but she saw no pressure from others, and noticed the expressions of Sister Zhang, Xiao Yan, and Xiao Cheng on the opposite side, especially Sister Zhang who was about to cry, so she kindly reminded Zhang Chi: "Xiao Chi, they You can't see me, you will scare people when you talk to me like no one else."

Zhang Chi waved his hand indifferently: "You illusion, you have no human rights. I am happy to speak to my illusion, but they dare not do anything with my salary."

Wang Juansheng was choked up by what he said, with a cracked expression on his face: "I said, I am not an illusion."

Zhang Chi ignored him, turned to Sister Zhang and said, "What kind of special assistant is that, is he outside now?"

After Zhang Chi finished asking, the door was pushed open. The man was wearing a black suit, the Juneday tie was tied meticulously, and the inch-cut gold-rimmed glasses. If it hadn't been for Sister Zhang who said in advance, he would have thought that the executives from the management of Ren'ai Private Hospital came to the hospital to inspect the patients at the grassroots level.

"My humble servant is Luo Chang Ning Luo's special assistant, surnamed Chang, Chang Qingrong." The man came over in two or three steps, and directly met Zhang Chi with a polite tone, but Zhang Chi could tell how he looked at him Point high on the taste.

"I've been waiting outside for quite a while, and then I took the liberty to come in." Chang Qingrong's tone was neither slow nor slow. Sister Zhang gave up his seat for him. He looked at the small stool with four legs as high as the bed, and then at himself. This "clothes" tactfully refused, "Life and death don't follow others. Mr. Luo already understands the ins and outs of the matter even though he is far away in W City. I came here just to hear Mr. Zhang Chi say it again."

Zhang Chi frowned, and wanted to ask if Luo Changning would come if his mother died, and send an assistant, whose mother died, but he felt uncomfortable thinking that Wang Juansheng would die after saving him.

Seeing his changing expression, Chang Qingrong concealed the disdain at the corners of his mouth, pretended to be gentle and polite, and continued to say to Zhang Chi pretending to be sad: "Madam's suicide note has been faxed to Mr. Luo, and his words can save Mr. Zhang's life." It's also a good thing, and I will never pester Mr. Zhang or affect Mr. Zhang's career."

Zhang Chi was still thinking about it in his heart. What is going on with Luo Changning and his mother? Chang Qingrong couldn't take it to heart, and said "Oh", "Thank you, Mr. Luo, for being so generous. I can’t thank you enough.”

Chang Qingrong's face changed a little when he heard these words. He felt that there was something wrong with Zhang Chi's attitude. He thought he was just a small star. Although he had vaguely heard rumors that Zhang Chi's financial backer was Wen Su Bai, but he only wanted to hear about Su Bai. Famously cold-faced and cold-hearted, Zhang Chi will expire sooner or later, so he is so arrogant and arrogant that he will not be a human being.

Chang Qingrong worked as Luo Changning's assistant, and rarely looked at people's faces, and had always looked down on "idol" stars like Zhang Chi, so his voice became cold, and he asked Zhang Chi what happened in a business-like manner.

Zhang Chi lowered his head with a sleepy expression, and answered him one after another. Chang Qingrong asked carefully and responsibly, but the incident didn't take long. He turned on the recorder, and after the recording was finished, he got up and said goodbye politely. Zhang Chi waited for him to reach the door, but called out to him: "That, Assistant Chang?"

Chang Qingrong turned his head, and Zhang Chi's expression was twitching at the moment: "I said, is Luo Changning really not coming?"

Chang Qingrong nodded, Zhang Chi took a breath, and his expression became ferocious: "Then tell him something for me, I'm fucking your mother, Luo Changning!"

After scolding, he felt comfortable, Chang Qingrong politely took it to the door, and did not forget to answer him: "I will definitely bring it."

When they left, the three of Sister Zhang looked at Zhang Chi in a daze. Zhang Chi angrily moved from the bed to the floor, breathing in the pain as his right foot touched the ground. Bian Wang Juansheng's expression was so cracked that he couldn't look at it.

Zhang Chi is neither sad nor guilty now, he is furious, scolding Luo Changning in circles: "Unfilial son, unfilial son! He still bids for the film and television city when his mother is dead? Vote for your sister's bid! I hate your mother!" Ah Luo Changning!"

"Boss..." Xiao Yan couldn't stand this dead house anymore. He was an IT engineer who studied programming. He had the strongest logical thinking among the few present, and reminded Zhang Chi: "Luo Changning's mother is dead."

Zhang Chi was stunned, and then threw himself back on the bed, and shouted at Aunt Wang Juansheng who was watching him twitch his lips: "Aunt Juansheng, I'm sorry, I'm not trying to scold you, I'm scolding Luo Changning, an unfilial son! "

Seven days later, Zhang Chi was discharged from the hospital before the swelling in his ankle subsided. He called Wen Subai to borrow a private jet to fly to S City. As soon as he got off the plane, he sat in a Land Rover with all windows covered in film and drove to the suburbs.

After getting out of the car, the spire of the Gothic church soared into the sky, and a group of white pigeons flew past, and the surrounding green grass spread to the distant sky. If the church is not behind the cemetery, this is really a good place.

"Auntie, you are quite romantic."

Zhang Chi asked the driver to wait in the car, and Wang Juansheng followed him, with a sad tone: "I wrote in my suicide note that the funeral will be held in the church. I asked him to come to see me before I was alive. If he didn't come, he was very obedient when he died."

Zhang Chi bent down and took out a bouquet of roses from the back seat. The red roses were so red that the little girl would blush and her heart beat when she saw them. A total of 46 roses were tied with black ribbons, representing Wang Juansheng's 46 years of life.

The 46 roses are a bit heavy, and Zhang Chi holds them in his arms. He is used to being fearless, but now he is a little apprehensive when he comes to the church to attend the funeral.

So it really should not listen to Wang Juansheng, hugging a bouquet of chrysanthemums is the right thing, right?

"I will definitely be kicked out." Getting closer to the church, Zhang Chi couldn't help complaining when he was nervous, "Auntie, it's okay for me to send you roses if you're alive, but I'll hold such a bouquet of roses when you're dead Come to your funeral, will people think that when you were alive, you played sunset love with little fresh meat Zhang Chi, don't I want to be Luo Changning's stepfather?"

"You are a star." Wang Juansheng sighed, "People will think that a rich lady is taking care of a starlet, and after an accidental death, the starlet will come to the funeral to kick the hall, thinking of getting a share of the property, right?"

Zhang Chi stopped and turned to leave. Wang Juansheng stretched out his hand to pull him, and passed his hand through Zhang Chi's arm, so he could only call him faintly: "I saved you, don't you even attend the funeral of your benefactor?"

Zhang Chi turned around and gritted his teeth: "Let's go! According to what you said, you want roses but not chrysanthemums for your funeral. I will send you flowers here."

After entering the church, I realized that the reason for the silence was not that everyone was solemn. I grabbed a nun who was cleaning the scene. It turned out that the funeral was over and everyone was going to the cemetery behind to see the coffin buried.

Under the surprised eyes of the nun, Zhang Chi had no choice but to rush back with the rose in his arms. This time it was easy to recognize. There were quite a lot of people attending Wang Juansheng's funeral. Zhang Chi walked over quickly and stopped when he reached the edge of the crowd.

Suddenly his mouth was dry and his heart beat faster, and he looked in hard. Through the gaps in the crowd, through many black suits of Armani and Boss, and various black dresses for women, Zhang Chi recognized Chanel, Dior, and Some of them don't look a bit like haute couture, but all of them are dressed in black, but they are ladies and ladies with even more outstanding temperament.

It’s just that the ladies and gentlemen don’t look like they’re attending a funeral, they look like they’re attending some kind of ball. The center of the ball should be the only protagonist but keeps silent, can’t jump out of the coffin, and asks you what you’re wearing. So bright... Is it to celebrate the death of that woman?

Zhang Chi held a bouquet of 42 roses and walked in regardless. The funeral was like a vanity fair. He seemed to be the only sad person. Wang Juansheng followed behind him: "What's wrong with you, Xiao Chi?"

After asking, Aunt Wang stopped and looked deeply at the bowed man in front of the tombstone.

The well-known ladies and gentlemen were squeezed out of the way by the young man holding a rose and covering his face. The ladies covered their mouths elegantly and complained in a low voice who it was and why they were so rude.

Zhang Chi stopped suddenly, it was strange, there were so many people around, everyone was wearing black suits and skirts, everyone seemed to have the same face, but suddenly his eyes fell on the person in the same black suit in front of the tombstone.

It's like, there are tens of thousands of people coming and going in this world, but I can always recognize you at a glance.

Beside Luo Changning, Xu Chengqian elbowed Luo Changning: "Hey, that guy with a big bouquet of roses is walking towards you!"

Luo Changning raised his head, and a large bouquet of fiery red roses filled his eyes. Then the hands holding the roses fell, and the roses also fell, revealing a beautiful face, looking at him with sad and joyful eyes, and his voice contained With a deep feeling that shocked him.

Zhang Chi moved his mouth, yelling in his heart that it was not good, but he couldn't help but love the person in front of him with all his heart, as if engraved in his bones and blood, throughout his entire life.

His slow, even affectionate voice trembled a little, and he called him: "Chang... Ning."