prince meets king

"Hey……"

"Hello? Are you still sleeping?" The male voice on the other side of the phone was very magnetic, low and calm, like a windless sea.

Gu Donglin didn't know what he was talking about, and it took him a long time to wake up, "Mr. Duan, Mr. Duan!"

"It's Duan Rong. I'm not used to always calling you Mr. Gu."

"Duan Rong..." Gu Donglin tried to shout, thinking of yesterday's appalling Baidu Encyclopedia, he couldn't help but be filled with taboo pleasure.

He smiled lightly on the other side, "What if I didn't wake up? It's almost ten o'clock."

Gu Donglin continued to ummm.

"Come down, I'm at the old place."

Gu Donglin put down the phone, sat up, and was stunned on the bed for a while.Then I touched the living room, Yan Runyu and Sun Han were not there, only Lao Zhang was brushing his teeth in the bathroom.

He scratched his head, "Do you know Duan Rong?"

"Who? What happened?"

"He drives a Brady Veyron."

Old Zhang said OK: "I must have committed something. Trust me."

"I just met him the day before yesterday. He drove me several times and had two meals with me. He just called to wake me up and said he would wait below."

Lao Zhang was silent for a few seconds.

"Yo," he said.

"What explanation do you think is more reasonable?"

"I just became gay yesterday, how do I know?" Lao Zhang held his toothbrush in his mouth with a puzzled expression on his face.

"OK, OK, I see what you mean."

"Actually, I don't think it's possible, Gu Zhe," Lao Zhang said sincerely, "At least in my opinion, if I look for ET, I won't look for you."

Gu Zhe calmly said, "I really don't know whether to laugh or cry."

Lao Zhang shrugged, "You always look at me like you are saying: You stupid earthling. Then why don't I go find an ET?"

"...You can also try the Cybertronians, who can ride out of the house and into the bed."

"Three grams of oil." Lao Zhang pushed him out of the door and closed the door.

"Actually, when I looked at you, what I wanted to say was, kneel down, Fanyu..."

"roll."

When Gu Donglin reached the intersection, the traffic police were sticking tickets on Duan Rong's car.He ran over to say that he would drive away immediately, only to find that Duan Rong had knocked down the seat inside and was sleeping.

"I've knocked." The traffic police took a step back, pressed the brim of his hat, and expressed that he wanted to watch Gu Donglin's ability.

Gu Donglin took out his phone.

It was only after the third time that Duan Rong woke up.Gu Donglin thanked the traffic police a thousand times, sat in and found Duan Rong's tired face, bloodshot eyes: "Why are you so sleepy?"

Duan Rong didn't answer.He took out a bag of steamed buns out of nowhere, and asked him what he wanted for lunch.

Gu Donglin was dumbfounded.

"hug

Excuse me," he saw that the traffic policeman had gone far away, and pressed his hand to prevent him from turning the key, "I have some doubts.I'm just a small person, Mr. Duan wants to..."

Duan Rong asked gently, where did he offend, but raised his eyebrows involuntarily.

Gu Donglin couldn't help trembling: "It's not...how should I put it...an egg, if it has just hatched and you feed it every day, it will think you are very good, and it may think that you are its mother... ...But for you, after a while, Chinese New Year, right, and then..."

Duan Rong couldn't hold back anymore, the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"...and then there is no more." Gu Donglin sighed, "After all, I am not a chicken in an eggshell, so I really want to ask."

"Do you have anything worthy of my plan?" Duan Rong's expression was playful.

"...point, I just don't quite understand this."

"I don't understand either." Duan Rong let go of the key, took the time to push the steering wheel, and looked at him fixedly, "Are you really working for our company? Why can't I find your contract."

Gu Donglin thought for two or three seconds whether to tell the truth.

Facing the tired Duan Rong, he was a little hard to say.

Duan Rong's image of him is very good - if it has nothing to do with sex.He is personable and warm-hearted, although he looks resolute and stern, but in fact he is so gentle that even a helper feels like a spring breeze.This simply overturned the perception of the entertainment industry.

Gu Donglin felt that if his purpose of approaching him was too clear, it would be very rude to such an educated and rich man.

"...It's cheap labor, the kind that fills in the vacancies, clinging to the nepotism of the uncle and the third master..."

"I want to sign you." Duan Rong interrupted him with a smile.

"What?" Gu Donglin was taken aback.

"I want to sign you. Consider becoming an artist of our company, how about it? You have a good appearance." As he spoke, he reached out and gently grabbed Gu Donglin's chin, turning his face away.

Gu Donglin met his narrowed eyes.Those eyes were deep and unclear, like some kind of substance, gliding over the corners of his eyes and brows, over the bridge of his nose, and then falling on his lips, the pause time brushed against the edge of danger, and then returned to his eyes again , with a faint smile.His fingertips were very hot, but he didn't use any force, so Gu Donglin slipped out easily.

"No no no..."

Duan Rong slowly withdrew his hand, pulled the gear lever, and the scenery outside the window quickly receded.He joked that others would not be able to rank up if they wanted to. "Being an entertainer is rich and famous, and the work is also very interesting."

"I can't, I can't."

Duan Rong didn't say anything, but you were the first person to reject me, and then asked quite innocently, why.

"In any occupation, the income must be greater than the output, whether it is a craftsman, a weaver, a doctor, or a lawyer. Only in this way can this occupation maintain its attractiveness. The latter has a high social status and high income, but he needs a long education time, and The society does not need so many doctors and lawyers, which means that only one in twenty can become a talent and can rely on this skill to make a living. The same is true for popular artists. Their high income not only needs to make up for the investment before their debut, but also Compensate the income of those who are not successful. It is conceivable how many young artists are behind them." Gu Donglin swallowed a steamed bun, "It is not easy to reach the top in any line of work. Everyone knows that being an artist is good. To be an artist, I have no background, no money, and no educational background in acting, so why do you believe that I am the lucky one?"

Duan Rong showed an admiring expression: "Based on this awareness, it has surpassed the second-tier artists in the company."

Gu Donglin laughed and said, it is really not possible, there is no plan in this regard.

Duan Rong was not annoyed, and said that if he wanted to open it one day, he would tell him, and he did not send him back that afternoon.Gu Donglin squeezed the subway to death, so he got off the bus halfway, bought a bicycle with the last money in his pocket, walked slowly to the dormitory, and was caught gay.