The boss wants me to fall asleep every night

Shen and Qiu finally ate the whole small cake.

His stomach felt uncomfortable due to the sudden feeling of fullness, but Shen Heqiu felt very relaxed.

After losing the ability to create music, he hadn't felt this way for too long.

Shen and Qiu hid on the small balcony. The house allocated by the company was not big, and the balcony was also small, only big enough to dry a few clothes.

But Shen Heqiu likes it very much, such a small space can bring him a little sense of security.

He sat on a soft cushion in the corner, humming slowly under the moonlight and dim streetlights.

There's no audience, no screaming, and he can just relax and sing to himself.

Sitting in the car, Yi Sheng saw through the lowered car window that the small balcony was lit up in the dark.

There are not many people living around, it is very quiet, no noise can be heard, and the faint singing can be heard more clearly.

People are timid, but they are easy to coax. If you treat them gently, you can be happy with a piece of cake, and they are easy to raise.

It just so happened that he didn't like trouble either.

Yi Sheng heard the singing stopped downstairs, so he raised the car window and said coldly to the driver, "Let's go to the company."

"In a good mood today?" Lin Chengjun looked at Yi Sheng, and put the documents in his hand on the table.

Upon hearing this, Yi Sheng asked, "Obviously?"

Lin Chengjun looked at Yi Sheng curiously: "Something is wrong, something is wrong with you."

"You... like that little star?"

Yi Cheng touched a cigarette and lit it, the sparks flickered on and off, and the smoke blurred his stern eyebrows and eyes.

"It's not bad." He seemed to think about it, and said, "The singing is not bad."

As he spoke, he rubbed the center of his eyebrows, showing a trace of fatigue.

Lin Chengjun frowned: "Did you not sleep well last night?"

Yi Sheng shook his head: "I'm not asleep."

"Don't you really want to see a doctor? Didn't you say that there was an internationally renowned psychiatrist..."

"Need not."

Yi Sheng took a puff of smoke, narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Haven't I seen enough before?"

Lin Chengjun said awkwardly: "That was in the past, maybe technology has developed in the past two years..."

"unnecessary."

Yi Sheng stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray.

He has found a more effective way than a psychiatrist.

The song of a timid little nightingale.

He should be able to sleep well tonight.

After Shen and Qiu finished singing, they leaned on the sofa contentedly, and fell asleep completely in the rare relaxation.

When he woke up again, it was already ten o'clock in the evening.

Shen Heqiu slept with limbs weak, sat up in a daze for a while, and turned on the phone to find that there were several missed calls, one of which was from Liang Hong, and the others were from another number marked "Fugui" .

Before Shen and Qiu could decide whether to call back, the caller ID of "Fugui" lit up on the phone screen again.

Shen Heqiu picked up the phone, and Zhao Qian's frantic voice came from the receiver: "Shen Heqiu! I think you are crazy, how could you sign that agreement!"

"Is that something that can be signed? How can you sign the deed of sale! Why don't you go to the vegetable market and sell yourself for a pound!"

Zhao Qian went crazy when he received the news.

After Shen Heqiu fell from the "Altar", Yihua Entertainment began to plan to support Lu Qiu from the same company as a pillar, and wanted to package Lu Qiu as "the second Autumn".

Zhao Qian had always been Shen Heqiu's manager before this, but now he was forced to be Lu Qiu's manager by Yihua Entertainment, and was forced to pack and send abroad with Lu Qiu. After receiving the news, he was very angry In addition, there is no way to intervene to help.

Shen Heqiu listened to his former manager Zhao Qian yelling a lot of words on the phone, but they didn't understand much, and only felt that Zhao Qian seemed very angry in his sluggish thinking.

"Fugui...are you angry?" Shen Heqiu asked in a low voice.

"...don't call me by my nickname!"

Zhao Qian knew him best, but knowing Shen and Qiu probably didn't understand what he said.

He sighed, and said briefly and solemnly to Shen Heqiu: "Remember, be good, and don't make the Yi family angry, you know?"

He was afraid that if the other party got angry, Shen and Qiu would be wiped out to nothing.

"Be good and be obedient. When I come back from abroad, I will help you deal with this matter."

Obedient... obedient?

Shen Heqiu couldn't understand what he heard, and agreed in a daze.

Although Zhao Qian knew that Shen Heqiu was soft-tempered and had always been very good-natured, but he still urged him repeatedly with worry. He didn't hang up the phone in a hurry until he saw Lu Qiu coming towards here after the rehearsal.

"Brother Zhao, are you contacting senior?" Lu Qiu smiled shyly, and was cautious when asking questions, as if he was afraid of offending Zhao Qian.

"Is senior okay now? I heard that he hasn't received a job for a long time..."

"I don't know if the senior will be angry with me. I didn't mean to take his position. It's the company—"

"It was arranged by the company, so there's nothing you can do about it?" Zhao Qian sneered and helped him finish the sentence.

Lu Qiu was slightly taken aback, the second half of the sentence stuck in his throat, neither nodding nor shaking his head.

"Why, the company's arrangement so you can't refuse?"

Zhao Qian looked at Lu Qiu for a few times, and suddenly realized: "Or are you dumb and can't speak, so you can't refuse?"

The smile on Lu Qiu's face almost couldn't be maintained. Although he knew that Zhao Qian's mouth was always unreasonable, he didn't expect that even if he and the company asked someone to be his manager, the other party would still turn to Shen Heqiu. Even if he is a waste now!

Lu Qiu managed to control his expression, showing a bit of grievance: "Brother Zhao, how could you say that about me? I really didn't mean it. I also hope that senior will get better and be like before..."

Zhao Qian didn't speak, and stared at Lu Qiu for a few seconds, making Lu Qiu inexplicably guilty.

"The company shouldn't praise you as a singer," Zhao Qian suddenly sighed, "This acting is really amazing, you should be an actor."

Lu Qiu was stunned by these words, and was about to refute, when he heard the voice of the program director calling him to go back to rehearse: "Lu Qiu—rehearse again!"

He pressed his mind, and responded with a smile again: "Okay!"

Anyway, Shen Heqiu would never be able to return to the stage, sooner or later he would be forgotten, and he would be remembered by everyone.

When Shen Heqiu woke up the next day, he remembered that after taking a shower yesterday, he went straight to sleep without applying ointment.

By the time he endured the pain and applied the medicine to the bruise on his waist, tears were already streaming out.

It hurt so much that he couldn't bear it.

Shen Heqiu's eyes were red, and he was holding a tissue to wipe his tears. Just as he grabbed the tissue in his hand, the door of the room was slammed open.

"Shen and Qiu!" Liang Hong's impatient voice exploded in the quiet room.

He walked in aggressively, and when he saw Shen Heqiu sitting on the sofa, he sarcastically said, "Why, you cried when you knew you were going to be kicked out?"

Shen Heqiu raised his head in a daze, his eye circles were still red, tears were pooling in his amber eyes, the tears on his face hadn't been wiped off, and the tip of his nose was reddish from crying, he looked really pitiful, like a flower Little flowers wilted by frost.

Liang Hong started to say something he didn't understand again, Shen and Qiu thought.

Liang Hong didn't know what Shen and Qiu were thinking. If he knew, he would probably jump up in anger. He just sneered: "Did you see the message I sent you? When you move to Yi's house tomorrow, the company will take your current The house I lived in was taken back."

"When you move, clean it up for me, and remember to return the key in your hand to me."

Shen Heqiu opened his mouth slightly: "Can't you stay here...?"

"No." Liang Hong said indifferently.

Liang Hong looked down at Shen Heqiu with hypocritical pity in his eyes: "After all, you can't bring any value to the company now, and the company has pityed you if it didn't directly terminate the contract with you."

"Anyway, Mr. Yi has already hired you, so you won't be living on the street after all. As long as you take good care of him, what do you want, and you still need a flat?"

Shen Heqiu pinched the tissue with panic on his face: "What is a 'bag'?"

Didn't he go to sing for Mr. Yi?

Liang Hong seemed to be amused by Shen Heqiu's words: "What do you think? Boss Yi paid so much money and asked you to move into Yi's house just to let you sing him a lullaby?"

"Shen Heqiu, you have been in this circle for two years, you don't even know it's called 'Bao Yang'?"