The CEO is arrogant and clingy [Entertainment]

Expected to see someone gasp for breath.

Although it's immoral to reject someone and flirt at the same time, Baichu still can't help it sometimes.

He got up and walked to the wine cabinet, opened the cabinet door and took a bottle of red wine from it, poured two glasses and walked over, and handed one to Fang Shaozhuo.

"So much?" At this time, the redness on Fang Shaozhuo's face had faded, and he took the glass and disliked Baichu, and he didn't know how much he could drink.

Bai Chu knocked him on the head, "This is to help you sleep!"

Fang Shaozhuo opened his eyes wide, and it took him a long time to hold back a weak sentence: "...It's not big or small..."

Oh, forgot.Bai Chu Wangtian scratched his forehead, forgetting that his current body was younger than Fang Shaozhuo's.

After taking a sip of the red wine, Bai Chufu sat back and asked him carefully, "Your 24th birthday today? Why didn't you spend time with your family and friends?"

"Yes, remember the age of the boss." Fang Shaozhuo kicked off the slippers, got on the sofa, hugged his knees and put them on his chest, but smiled wryly: "I have no friends."

Bai Chu thought that Fang Shaozhuo would continue to say something, but he didn't.

He just held the red wine glass and shook it in front of his eyes, and watched the jewel-like red like silk slide over the wall of the glass, then raised it to his lips, and poured all of it into his mouth.

Bai Chu watched, and recalled many aspects of Fang Shaozhuo before his eyes.Stubborn, chuckling, domineering, slick...

But the most unforgettable thing for Baichu was the scene of him crying in front of his eyes in the long past.

What is it that makes him so sad that he doesn't care to take off his mask in front of strangers?

The him ten years later, and the him now, both hide themselves too deeply.

"Since it's my birthday, should I grant my wish?" Fang Shaozhuo turned his head and smiled.

Bai Chu nodded, "Well, tell me."

"If I said I wanted you, you would probably just throw me out." Fang Shaozhuo tilted his head with his chin on his knees and thought for a while, and the corner of his eyes glanced at the "Winter Solstice" on the coffee table that had been turned to the side. "The script, I changed my mind, and said, "Tell me about the movie you are making now. Who are you playing? What kind of story are you telling?"

It is a rule in the industry that actors do not spoil in advance.But if Fang Shaozhuo wanted to know, he could even change this rule.

Bai Chu didn't pick up the script, he had already memorized the story by heart, so while sipping red wine, he recalled: "My character is a bit like a 'male version of Lin Daiyu', affectionate and melancholy, and extremely insecure. He is a The orphan has ambiguous feelings for his adoptive father, and he is very painful and unable to extricate himself. And his adoptive father fell in love with the protagonist's aunt, who is the adoptive father's own younger siblings."

"Wow, a perverted family." This was Fang Shaozhuo's first comment.

Bai Chu laughed, "You can put it that way."

"What happened later?" President Fang acted as a well-behaved listener very competently.

"Later..." Bai Chu's eyes gradually sank, "Later, he loved and hated his adoptive father, and was disappointed with this family and himself, so he became indulgent and accidentally got into trouble with a gangster outside. In the end, the adoptive father was beaten to death in order to protect him. From the beginning to the end, the adoptive father never knew about the abnormal love his adoptive son had for him."

Bai Chu also drank the last of the red wine in one gulp, and said relaxedly: "Generally speaking, this is probably the story."

Fang Shaozhuo stared at his white feet, his voice muffled, "It turned out to be a tragedy..."

Bai Chu took his empty wine glass and put it on the coffee table, and said disapprovingly, "It's very positive, isn't it? The incest was unsuccessful, and the protagonist paid for his own evil and repented for the rest of his life, and the last gangster leader was punished by law. Everyone is happy."

"Do you still have any empathy?" Fang Shaozhuo frowned and was dissatisfied with his 'feeling after acting'. After thinking about it for a while, he said again, "But I went to the set yesterday to watch some clips of your performance. The performance was particularly worrying, and I felt so distressed...the wind, the wind was too strong."

As a result of hastily changing his words, Fang Shaozhuo almost lost his breath, and Bai Chu looked puzzled: "The distress is too windy?" ?

Fang Shaozhuo didn't seem to want Baichu to think about the slip of the tongue carefully, and asked quickly, "You are so young, how did you experience being so forbearing and suppressing your emotions?"

Bai Chu laughed. He stared at him eagerly for knowledge, and pinched his cheek again, "Are you a reporter?"

"It's not big or small." Fang Shaozhuo slapped the wolf paw off, and fell into the sofa sleepily, "But you really acted very well, the eye scenes are very catchy, are you a natural actor? "

"Thank you for your sincere evaluation." Bai Chu accepted it with a smile without humility.

But then again, even outsiders could tell that he was in a bad state, so how could Baichu not understand?

He got a little deep into this character, and it wasn't even he who was acting, but the drama controlled him.Because 'his' emotions are always forcing Baichu to bring back all the negative memories, those that he has not forgotten, those that he wants to forget.

If Fang Shaozhuo hadn't taken him out for a while, he might have been lost in that pain immediately.

"You asked me how I feel...I have another story that is not good, do you want to hear it?"

Bai Chu said suddenly.

Fang Shaozhuo cheered up, straightened his back and nodded: "Listen!" In fact, his eyelids had already started to fight each other, but it was rare that Bai Chu wanted to talk so much tonight, and he couldn't bear to sleep like this.

Bai Chu stretched her body, her eyes were on the ceiling, as if she was afraid of disturbing something, after a moment of silence, she spoke softly, "Once upon a time, there was a newcomer in the entertainment industry, for the time being, let him be bad luck. "

"Is there anyone else with that name?" Fang Shaozhuo was amused.He felt comfortable physically and mentally, like a child listening to a bedtime story.

"Let's call it that first." Bai Chu stubbornly refused to change his name, and continued, "This bad luck wasn't bad at the beginning, and it went on for a while. Probably, it was just like my mood on the podium last night. I thought With the grand prize in hand, the future is bright..."

"It's a pity that the good times didn't last long. He went downhill more and more. His face was also ruined. Not to mention his fame, his survival became a problem."

"It's so pitiful..." Fang Shaozhuo held on to some energy, but his volume became weaker and weaker.

Bai Chu was immersed in the story, his voice was deep and deep, like moonlight pouring down, like still water flowing.

That seemed to be a story that happened close by and within reach, but he told it as if it was as far away as the sky.

"But this guy still didn't give up. During those days, he still stared at the mirror every day, practiced his eyes, practiced his emotions, and sometimes even said to the people in the mirror: 'Why did it become like this?' ... like a psycho."

"Perhaps it really is that misfortunes never come singly. Even his last relative, his only elder brother, died because of emotional depression. In heaven and earth, he is the only one left."

When he said this, Bai Chu closed his eyes slightly, his eyelashes cast a shadow, he couldn't speak for a while, as if there was a lump in his throat.

"The poet said that pain is always a source of inspiration for people. In grief, he made a song. One day, it was heard by the only noble person in his life."

"The unlucky one is finally not unlucky. The nobleman admired him very much, found a job for him, helped him restore his appearance, and he can finally see the sun again..."

"...But later, even that nobleman committed suicide."

"Didn't live to be 34."

Bai Chu turned his head to look at Fang Shaozhuo, and the moment he turned his head, a drop of liquid rolled down the end of his eyes.Bai Chu didn't even know when it appeared.

"That guy should change his name, he should be called Nemesis, and he should be a murderer of Gu Sha."

However, no one answered him, because the only listener had fallen asleep.

Fang Shaozhuo, who curled up with his knees in his arms and fell asleep, still frowned slightly.

The reborn Bai Chu was initially afraid of touching him.He has too many uncertain factors and can affect himself too much, and he will always remind him of the moment when he was shocked to hear the news of his death.

Ten years later, Fang Shaozhuo once said to Bai Chu: Forget it, people with too good memories always live unhappy lives.

So, even you who committed suicide, how good is your memory?

Bai Chu glanced at the wall clock, it was not twelve o'clock yet.He smiled apologetically at the sleeping person, "I'm sorry, this story is too long and it's not a happy ending, so I shouldn't have told it to you."

He walked over and bent down to pick him up, put him on the bed in the bedroom, and covered the quilt.

"Happy birthday. My lord."