The self-cultivation of the coquettish scum [Quick Transmigration]

Floating Joy (40)

Shu Le's mobile phone number is disclosed to the industry, and usually anyone calls, and it is difficult for him to change his face for a while.

In addition, Shu Le was a thick-skinned person, so he didn't feel that this sentence was too offensive.

He changed his position on the chair, thought quickly and then said to the person on the other end of the phone: "Who are you? Sorry, I was on the phone with my boyfriend just now, and I thought he called back."

If you are an insider, you will naturally use this step to come down immediately and start a new topic.

But the person on the other end of the phone kept the same silence as before.

That kind of quiet down to the bone, the bloody silence.

The temperature gradually rose, and the cups of colorful shaved ice in front of them began to melt due to the overheated temperature, turning into warm sugar water of different colors.

Shu Le's lackluster patience was exhausted little by little while waiting.

He casually took a sip of strawberry-flavored shaved ice, and there was a faint bitterness in the cup that turned into sugar water, which stained his taste buds a little bit.

Shu Le licked the tip of her tongue, and finally said: "If you don't say anything, I will assume that you made a mistake."

"In that case, I'll hang up—"

Just when Shu Le's patience collapsed and he was about to hang up the phone unceremoniously.

The person opposite finally spoke.

"Who is the boyfriend?"

Shu Le was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that the voice was really very familiar.

But I don't know if it's because the call is too far away, the voice from the other side of the phone is a little distorted, and it's not as clear and cheerful as it used to be when he was by his side.

On the contrary, there is a bit of irrepressible depression and gloom at the question at the end of the story.

Maybe it was because Shu Le didn't reply, but the person on the phone asked again: "Who is your boyfriend? Yu Qing?"

Shu Le leaned crookedly on the back of the chair, pinching the space between his brows with some headaches.

This question is already quite rude.

Although when the two were together before...

Oh, all right.

As an irresponsible Shu Le who was purely for the kidneys and stimulation for no reason, and mainly for himself, he let out a long sigh, and softened his tone with rare patience: "Pei Shaozhi, don't do this, I already know about your termination of the contract, Likewise, we have separated."

Pei Shaozhi seemed to have smiled, but didn't seem to.

His voice became more and more gloomy, and after a slight pause, he said word by word: "So he took my place, right?"

"Whether it's by your side, or the role that should belong to me."

Shu Le: "..."

Probably out of a little pity at the end, Shu Le really couldn't bear to tell Pei Shaozhi that even if there is no Yu Qing now, there may be others in the future.

Young and sincere emotions are very good, but it's a pity that he has been too long away from the season of youth, and he can't even show a trace of true feelings.

and--

and.

Shu Le thought about it carefully, and found that Pei Shaozhi's words were really imaginative.

The casting of the new big movie is an internal meeting material of Fengjue Media, and it will never be known to anyone except the staff before the public press conference.

What is even more puzzling is that Yu Qing clearly confirmed with him only this morning that he will take over this role.

But for a few hours, Pei Shaozhi already knew it clearly.

Why is that?

But no matter what the reason was, a sense of insecurity that came from nowhere at a certain moment quietly crept up Shu Le's spine little by little.

Drenched his clothes and skin, stretched out a little climb towards the heart.

Shu Le sat up straight beside the plastic tables and chairs on the roadside: "Before answering this question, I also want to ask you a question first."

Compared with the back and forth just now, Shu Le's words at this time were full of doubts and suspicions: "How do you know the contents of these confidential states?"

Neither of the two spoke, and the subtle sound of air circulation passed through the phone numbly.

"……Ah."

In the end, it was Pei Shaozhi who lost his temper first.

It has always been Pei Shaozhi.

There seemed to be something wrong with the one on his end, first there was a rush of footsteps, and then a conversation in an unfamiliar language.

It's not English. Shu Le frowned and leaned closer to the phone to listen carefully. It was indeed a language he had never been exposed to.

The short conversation ended quickly, and the people on Pei Shaozhi's side seemed to go out again.

The silence on the other end of the phone was restored again.

Pei Shaozhi put away the laugh just now, but he didn't formally answer Shu Le's question.

Instead, he stood up with his mobile phone in his hand, and walked a few steps from the desk to the window.

The window is close to the sea, and outside is the golden sandy beach and the endless blue water.

At this time, the sun is just right, and the line of sight can see far.

At the junction of water and sky, a small island appeared at the end of the eyes.

So lonely and helpless, but so beautiful that people yearn for it.

A special telescope has already been set up by the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.

With a faint smile on the corner of Pei Shaozhi's mouth, he lowered his head and looked in the direction of the island through the lens of the high-powered telescope.

In the lens of the telescope, everything on the island can be seen.

In the beating mottled light and shadow, the exquisite three-storey bungalow and the very chic garden have already been built in contrast to each other, quietly parked on the isolated island, waiting for the arrival of the owner.

Pei Shaozhi seemed to be finally satisfied, stood up again, and asked softly, "Shu Le, have you ever loved me?"

Shu Le expressed that he could not accept that he was asking a serious and rigorous business question, but it was abruptly turned into an emotional question.

He even hesitated for a rare moment, and was about to emphasize his question again, but he heard Pei Shaozhi speak first.

"If you don't love me, have you ever loved me?"

Pei Shaozhi's expression showed a few traces of nervousness that could not be seen. He stood there for a while, then walked back to the original seat, doing it like a primary school student waiting for the judgment of his grades.

"We've done it so many times...we've got such a tacit understanding..."

As if worried that he would not get the answer he wanted, Pei Shaozhi loosened and clenched the other hand on his knee.

It's a pity that it is destined to not get a satisfactory answer.

Shu Le has a bad personality, but there is only one thing that has been maintained very well.

That is the distinction between public and private.

What he dislikes the most is discussing private matters while discussing business matters, and he doesn't like to mix public and private matters together and cannot be separated.

So before Pei Shaozhi finished his last sentence, Shu Le interrupted him.

Still in the same leisurely tone as before, with the same indifference and indifference, he stabbed the most fatal knife in Pei Shaozhi's heart.

"About our relationship."

Shu Le's voice was full of impatience and displeasure at being interrupted, "I mentioned it at the beginning, you provide what I want, and I provide what you want, it has nothing to do with feelings."

"I am very satisfied with what you have provided, and I told you that I will promise you what I promised you before."

The shaved ice in front of me has completely melted, and the overly bright colors are no longer as pleasing and attractive as when I bought them back.

Shu Le looked away from the shaved ice with a numb expression: "But you chose to give up this right, you chose to terminate the contract with Fengjue Media, and now it involves the casting news inside Fengjue, I hope you can give me a reasonable explanation."

"I have no explanation."

Pei Shaozhi answered in the first second.

At the other end of the time zone, a man in a white suit sat on a large sofa chair and curled his lips.

That smile was filthy and dark, with no sunlight at all.

"You have already sentenced me to death, what else can I explain?"

"You never know what I want, Shule."

Shu Le was stunned for a moment, wondering if it was an illusion, he suddenly found that Pei Shaozhi's words and tone had changed significantly from before.

It was just an ordinary chat, but he felt that the person on the other side had spit out a sinister letter.

"Anyway, I don't care."

After probably having said all that needed to be said, Pei Shaozhi seemed relaxed instead.

There was an obvious smile and an indescribable sense of urgency in his tone, he lowered his voice and said to Shu Le:

"If you are so interested in why I know Fengjue Media's internal privacy, you can submit it to the police and see if they will seek answers for you, my baby."

"L'unicosole, solobriller à permedasolo."

After a brief silence, Pei Shaozhi said something on the other end of the phone, and then resumed Chinese, "Shu Le, I'm waiting for you."

The other party hangs up the phone first, and the blind tone rises and falls rapidly in the receiver.

Even though it was summer on the street, Shu Le had goose bumps all over his body.

He sat in his seat for a while, unlocked the lock screen again and called Lin Yufan in the office.

The phone was connected immediately, and Lin Yufan's crisp and clear voice rang out: "Director Shu? Didn't you go to collect folk songs?"

"The wind gathering ended early!"

At this time, Shu Le did not forget to get back his lies first, his voice was a little urgent, "Are you in the office?"

Lin Yufan nodded, then remembered that he was on the phone, and hurriedly said, "I'm in Shudao!"

Shu Le said: "I'll send you a recording of the call, and you can take it to the translation team to help me ask what it means, and reply to me as soon as possible."

Lin Yufan naturally responded immediately.

In order to prevent being scammed, Shu Le has always maintained the habit of recording calls in the industry, but he did not expect that this time it will really come in handy.

Naturally, he would not be so stupid as to send the entire conversation, but roughly edited it, leaving only the unfamiliar language that Pei Shaozhi said.

Shu Le sent the audio to Lin Yufan on WeChat: "As soon as possible, answer me as quickly as possible."

Fengjue Media often has foreign cooperation projects. The translation team has been established for a long time, and it can be regarded as a large number of elites.

And Lin Yufan's reply speed is obviously many times faster than going to the translation team.

Five seconds after Shu Le sent the audio of that sentence, Lin Yufan called directly.

Shu Le was surprised.

This child Lin Yufan has one thing in common with many young people nowadays. He would rather send text messages than make phone calls if he can send WeChat messages.

Lin Yufan's voice seemed a bit hasty: "Shu Dao, this is Italian. I studied it as a minor when I was a graduate student. But it should be early Italian."

Shu Le sat cross-legged on a chair and asked curiously, "Is this divided into early and late stages?"

Lin Yufan nodded subconsciously again, looking more and more student-like.

He scratched the back of his head, as if preparing for a wording: "Any language is developed and changed, and so is Italian."

"And Director Shu, I've actually seen this sentence before..."

Shu Le let out a "huh": "Where did you see it?"

Lin Yufan thought for a while: "It seems that the teacher mentioned it once in an elective class."

"If I remember correctly, this sentence is printed on the crest of an old black/hand/party family in Sicily."

"—One day, my sun will only shine for me alone."

The author has something to say: Pei Pei: Am I handsome, cool and stylish?Why can't you just look at me?

Lele: ...Forget it, it's scary. . .

Yu Qing: Right, it’s better for me, I’ll pick you up right away~