Countdown [entertainment]

After the memorial service, Jiumu and Yin Qing hadn't contacted each other for a long time. This time it was Yin Qing's turn. I don't know what he was busy with. He said he was going to investigate the matter, and the two promised to have a good chat. Jiumu never bothered. he.

Life seemed to have returned to the dullness and normality before the banquet. As soon as Jiumu entered the brokerage company that day, he was dragged aside by Ren Xin and began to whisper.

"Brother." Ren Xin tugged at his sleeve: "Chu Yujing contacted me directly and said that he wanted to discuss with me about your acting as Yin Qing's assistant. He took care of it and made sure nothing like it would happen again."

Jiumu: "Yes."

"Are you still angry with Yin Qing?" Ren Xin asked cautiously.

"No."

Jiumu took a look at Ren Xin: "I've never been angry with Yin Qing, and you haven't always been angry. What? Now you are here to persuade me?"

"Cut." Ren Xin curled her lips: "If Chu Yujing hadn't come to me, I wouldn't have let you assist Yin Qing in acting, that arrogant pretender. But who made his manager be Chu Yujing, Chu Yu Jing! A big man at the level of a fairy, which manager doesn't admire him. He actually came to see me in person! Can I not agree!!"

The more Ren Xin talked, the more excited she was, and now she almost tied Jiumu up and sent her to Yin Qing's house.

Jiumu lowered his head, clicked into the WeChat that he added yesterday, and sent a sentence to Yin Qing: [Am I worthy? ]

Yin Qing replied in seconds: [Who am I? ]

Jiu Mu was taken aback, then subconsciously raised the corners of her lips.

"My God, brother!" Yu appeared out of nowhere, and came over with a shocked face: "Are you in a relationship! Why are you smiling like this at the phone screen!"

Jiumu raised his head and returned to his expressionless face: "No, you read it wrong."

"I'm not mistaken! If you don't believe me, ask Sister Ren Xin, you just laughed!" Yu Ke muttered.

Jiumu still wanted to deny it, but suddenly the ringtone of WeChat came from his mobile phone, he lowered his head, and Yin Qing made a video call.

Jiumu plugged in the earphones and switched to a voice call: "Hello?"

"It's me." Came a familiar lazy voice.

"What's the matter?" Jiumu asked.

Hearing Yin Qing's voice, Jiu Mu suddenly remembered that she had an appointment with him today, turned around and walked to the elevator, ready to go back to her dance practice room to pick up some clothes before going downstairs.

Ren Xin and Yu Ke looked at each other behind his back.

Ren Xin looked vigilant: "Jiu Mu must have been in trouble recently!"

Yu Ke's eyes were full of sadness: "Brother, if you talk about love, you don't want us!"

Yin Qing didn't know that she had been arranged for Jiumu, so she whistled frivolously: "Brother Jiu, I miss you so much after not seeing you for a long time..."

Jiumu interrupted him: "It's business, I'll hang up if it's okay."

"Tch, ruthless." Yin Qing curled her lips: "Has Chu Yujing looked for your manager?"

Jiumu: "I found it."

"When will you come to Xinghuang, it's time to dance."

Yin Qing paused, and then asked: "By the way, have you heard my song?"

"I heard."

Jiumu cut in abruptly: "You can count the songs you've released since your debut, can you last the duration of a concert?"

"..."

Yin Qing felt that Jiumu tapped a camera on him, which Chu Yujing had only said when he left Xinghuang half an hour ago.

"This time there will be a new song called "Ambush". My team is producing it. In fact, this song is the main track for the guest assistant."

Yin Qing suddenly remembered that when Chu Yujing was rejected by Jiumu for the first time, she felt as if she had been beaten to death. She searched through several major music charts from the beginning to find a boy who could play with Yin Qing. star.

He wrote down the names he thought were appropriate, and crossed them out one by one.

"Lin Mo is not suitable for the semi-ancient stage effect. Li Yuze is very handsome in dancing, but his singing skills are a bit weak, so he can be an alternative. Lu Leyi...he is an actor, and his singing and dancing are a bit weak. Dai Zian's temperament is too gentle, and he is too gentle Yin Qing doesn't match the typhoon."

In the end, he directly started to draw ghost symbols on the paper, then crumpled into a ball and threw it aside. He slapped the table and yelled at the two concert design directors in front of him: "Ah? Why didn't Jiumu agree? I'll go and invite you in person, in person! The last time I invited someone personally was a few years ago? ——Yes! It’s affection! When I first took over this young master, he only released one song for me in three months, and all the fans he just attracted ran away. Now, as a manager, I have to arrange public relations activities, and I also have to consider how this young master feels to ask someone to release a song, is it easy for me??"

He turned his head and saw Yin Qing who couldn't help sniggering, and became even angrier: "You still have the face to smile! You wait for me, if you can get Jiumu, a big player, you two will be on stage If you can’t meet the standard I’m satisfied with, you’ll keep reforming and practicing to death, and I don’t care if you’re exhausted!”

The entire entertainment circle had heard of Chu Yujing's standards, and Yin Qing's heart skipped a beat, feeling that she was going to be cold.

——Now both he and Jiumu are having a cold, and this "big guy" is still completely kept in the dark, not knowing that what awaits him will be the devil training from the No. 1 broker in the industry.

The two were still talking on the phone, Jiumu saw that Yin Qing hadn't spoken for a long time, and he was about to get into the elevator, so he said, "Then I'll hang up first."

"—Hey wait a minute." Yin Qing hurriedly stopped, thought for a moment, and tentatively said: "I think... So, I found a problem."

Jiumu: "Say."

Yin Qing: "You are too much."

Jiumu was stunned: "Huh?"

Yin Qing: "You need to grow some meat."

—— Only then can they withstand Chu Yujing's hell-style training.

Jiu Mu intuitively felt that Yin Qing's sudden "caring" was a little uncomfortable, so he said, "Oh. But you have to grow less flesh."

Yin Qing: "..."

As soon as he turned the steering wheel, the car drove downstairs to Jiumu's agency: "Where are you now..."

Before he finished speaking, Jiumu suddenly put down the sentence "Call me later" and hung up the phone.

Jiumu's dance practice room is on the sixth floor. When the elevator reached the second floor, a boy came in. He was quite handsome, but there was an obvious slap mark on the right side of his face, and that half of his face was red and swollen.

Jiu Muduo glanced at him and frowned slightly.

The boy's eyes were a little dull, his lips moved, and he walked into the elevator like a walking dead, pressed the floor button, and then turned around straight, facing the door without moving.

When he heard Jiumu's words "You need to grow less flesh", his stiff hands hanging by his side trembled for a moment, and then his whole body returned to dead silence.

When we arrived on the sixth floor, Jiumu looked back when he walked out the door. The boy's face was lifeless, and the corners of his eyes were slightly moist.

Jiumu didn't realize something was wrong until he was about to enter the dance practice room, and suddenly remembered that the boy had pressed the top button just now!

It may be that Tang Xinqing's incident had just passed, Jiumu was a little too sensitive, hung up the phone and ran towards the elevator room, fortunately another elevator had just reached the sixth floor, he rushed in and pressed the top floor and pressed the door close button hard, his eyes could not hide live worry.

The new trainee next to him gave him a curious look.

Yin Qing parked the car, found a pair of sunglasses, put them on, and walked into the building slowly.

He said to the security: "Hello, I'm looking for Jiumu, where is his lounge?"

The security guard glanced at him, called Ren Xin for confirmation, and replied, "The sixth floor."

Yin Qing got on the elevator and pressed the button for the sixth floor.

After reaching the top floor, Jiumu quickly ran out and walked along the corridor to find the boy.

Suddenly, his pupils shrank, and the security door at the end of the corridor was wide open!

Jiumu ran over, the cold wind from the roof made him shiver, but when he turned around the corner, his heart also felt a sudden chill.

——The boy was standing on the edge of the roof. There was a gap in the guardrail in front of him. He stared blankly at the downstairs.

The thin figure in the cold wind was like a piece of thin paper, crumbling.

Yin Qing knocked on the door of the dance studio, but there was no response for a while.

He groaned, and wanted to surprise Jiumu by suddenly appearing outside his door, but he didn't know where he went.

Yin Qing was about to wait and see in the elevator, but just as she walked over, a boy suddenly said excitedly: "Yin Qing!"

Yin Qing turned her head, the boy was so excited that he stuttered: "Yin... Yin Qing, it's really you, why are you here!"

"Looking for someone." Yin Qing casually replied, "Have you seen Jiumu?"

"Jiumu?" The boy was stunned, and nodded quickly: "I see, he just took the elevator to the top floor, the fifteenth floor, and he's still in a hurry. He doesn't know what's going on."

top floor?

Yin Qing was surprised, why did this man run to the top floor.

"Thanks." He pressed the elevator.

Today's weather is not good, dark clouds over the city, the whole sky is gray.

Such an environment is more likely to make people feel depressed, and they are so depressed that they can't breathe.

Jiumu didn't even dare to breathe, and walked slowly with extremely light steps, for fear of scaring the boy and provoking him to jump directly downstairs.

The boy had been immersed in his own world and didn't notice it. Jiumu walked slowly to his side and clearly saw the tear stains on his side face.

"You..." Jiumu's throat choked, and he finally spoke.

The boy trembled reflexively all over his body, turned his head suddenly, his eyes widened with horror, and he was about to jump down!

Jiumu rushed up and grabbed his arm: "—Don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive first, tell me something, don't get overwhelmed..."

"Let me go, let me go! My life is meaningless, please let me go and let me die!" The boy struggled wildly, crying and pulling Jiumu's hand, but the latter's hand was extremely strong Big, as if it was firmly imprisoned on him, and he couldn't get rid of it at all.

Jiumu's arm was a little stinging from the boy's fingernails, but he held him firmly, and his tone was pleading: "No, you are still young, you still have a bright future, trust me, don't be impulsive ..."

"Future?" The boy suddenly stopped struggling, his eyes were empty and he didn't know where he was looking: "Do I still have a future? I love music so much, and my lifelong dream is to enter the entertainment industry and have my own music, but..."

"Look who I am?" Jiumu asked.

The boy was taken aback, turned his head stiffly, and then noticed Jiumu's face: "Jiu... Jiumu, it's you..."

"Do you think I have a future?" Jiumu asked calmly.

The boy stopped talking.

The sky-high contract signed by Jiumu and the company, He Ziqiang's blatant suppression of him, because the third prince of the entertainment industry Yin Qing openly contemptuous of him, to put it in a nasty way, it is really a street rat everyone shouts and beats.

"I……"

When he got closer, Jiumu realized that there was still a suspicious bruise on the boy's neck. Suddenly he seemed to understand something, his heart skipped a beat, and he looked at the red and swollen cheeks of the boy and said slowly: "If you encounter something, you can Tell me about it?"

Seeing that the boy's expression was about to become agitated again, and the desire to seek death revived, the inference in Jiumu's heart became stronger.

He pulled the boy and spoke first: "Then are you willing to listen to my story? Maybe it will be very similar to yours."

The boy froze for a moment and turned his face away in astonishment.

Jiumu sighed with a smile, and now there was a self-deprecating smile in his cold eyes: "Do you know Yin Qing? If he hadn't accidentally saved me five years ago, there probably wouldn't be Jiumu in the entertainment industry today." Admire this man."

Yin Qing who walked to the corner of the wall was suddenly stunned.

The author has something to say: Yin Qing: "You are too much."

Jiumu: "No, it's you."

I won’t change it tomorrow, I’ve been writing for the past few days and want to go out and have fun qwq

From the day after tomorrow, the daily shift will be around [-] o'clock every night. If there are special circumstances, I will definitely ask for leave. I hope to see the familiar wives again.

Push CP Lingzhi's article "Ex-husband sacrifices to heaven, magic power is boundless".

The first time Jing Chi asked God, he overturned the car.

"My wife," the evil god's eyes almost swallowed Jingchi alive, and squeezed out a smile that could barely be called gentle from the ferocity, "Long time no see, I miss you very much."

"Thank you." Jing Chi smiled hypocritically: "Please get out of my body first."

Please God invite the ex-husband, or marry and divorce, marry and divorce, marry and divorce, and finally wish to tear him apart... the ex-husband.

This is not just a car rollover, is this a Thomas maneuver? ? !

"It's easier to please God than to send God away, Xiaochi." The evil god whispered in his ear, his pale fingers trampled|rashed his lips, "I'm in your body, you won't be able to escape this time."

Jing Chi: "Oh."

What a piece of crap, destroy it, hurry up.

This kind of ex-husband is not worth mentioning.

*The boss of the evil god was forced to go crazy and blacken the attack × It seems that the vase is actually very capable of hitting the brain and suffering from illness

感谢在2020-10-0400:30:00~2020-10-0500:00:57期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mines: Dream of the Hot Night, 1 Misfortune;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of vinan; brother Cheng asked me to learn 4 bottles; Linhan 1 bottle;

Love wives! !