The whole world is begging for my debut

In the luxurious banquet hall, the clothes are fragrant and the temples are shadowed, and the cups and cups are intertwined.

After exchanging pleasantries with an investor, Shirley turned to look at Wen Shi beside her. Seeing his tired face, she asked in a low voice, "Are you tired?"

Wen Shi gently shook his head.

Knowing that he was forcing herself, Shirley said: "Be patient, we can go back tomorrow after tonight's celebration banquet is over."

Wen Shi nodded, indicating that he knew and would cooperate well to reassure her.

Xue Li sighed secretly in her heart. That day in the hospital, Wen Shi sadly asked her to arrange to leave here early. Although she agreed, there were still follow-up things to be done, such as the celebration banquet.The celebration banquet of the concert was originally scheduled for the next day, but because of Wen Shi's illness, it had to be postponed for two days.

She wanted to say something else, but at this time someone came up again, one of the cooperating investors. Although it was troublesome, she had to cheer up to deal with it.

"Hello, Mr. Wang." Shirley greeted the visitor with a smile.

"Hi, Miss Shirley." Mr. Wang shook hands with her very kindly, and then turned to Wen Shi, "Wen Shi, congratulations on the complete success of your concert!"

Wen Shi nodded to him with a smile, and said softly, "Thank you."

Compared with Mr. Wang's enthusiasm, Wen Shi's attitude was slightly cold, which made him frown.Seeing this, Xueli explained: "Mr. Wang, I'm sorry, Wen Shi's throat is inflamed. The doctor asked him to talk as little as possible during this period, otherwise it will affect his recovery. Please forgive me."

Mr. Wang listened to the explanation, and thought about it, Wen Shi's voice sounded a little hoarse just now. He immediately accepted the statement, waved his hand, and signaled that he didn't take it seriously: "So that's the case. Then Wen Shi, you must be careful." Take care of your voice, after all, your voice is a priceless treasure, if it really hurts, many people will be sad! Hey, I heard that Wen Shi insisted on going on stage with illness on the day of the concert?"

Shirley nodded: "That's right, that's right."

Mr. Wang gave a thumbs up and praised: "That's really amazing. You can still have such an excellent performance while you are sick. You don't know how high those people on the Internet commented on this concert. It's really good everywhere. With such a high level of discussion, this sponsorship is not in vain, haha!"

"It's enough to satisfy Mr. Wang." Shirley spoke instead of Wen Shi.

Mr. Wang is naturally very satisfied. Even if Wen Shi didn't talk much, it didn't dampen his enthusiasm. He couldn't stop chatting with Xue Li, wishing to praise Wen Shi, and Xue Li also They all answered with ease.

The two chatted and laughed happily, and finally Mr. Wang said, "Let's talk about this first. I still have a few old friends. Let's go visit and don't bother me."

"Ok."

Even Shirley couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief after sending Mr. Wang away. This Mr. Wang is really talkative, and dealing with him really makes one's mouth dry.

Just thinking about it, a wine glass was handed in front of her, and Wen Shi did not know when he brought it to her: "Thank you."

"It's okay, it should be."

Shirley took it and took a sip. After drinking it, she felt better. She glanced around and saw that many people were ready to chat. She sighed secretly in her heart. It seems that the workload tonight is not enough Small.

Wen Shi has never liked this kind of occasion when dealing with people, so she used to deal with those people. Wen Shi just echoed and expressed his attitude when necessary, but now, with low mood and uncomfortable voice, Wen Shi Simply say hello, then keep silent, and let her do the rest.

Just as she was thinking, someone came up, Xue Li quickly adjusted her mood, greeted the other party with a perfect posture, and had a good chat.

After sending another group of people away, Xue Li was just about to take a breath, but she keenly noticed that there was something wrong with Wen Shi's expression, and followed his line of sight, and as expected, Shang Siyan appeared.

And the other party also found them, I don't know if it was an illusion, his footsteps seemed to pause, but then he walked towards them without hesitation-this is no problem, after all, they are the closest cooperation in this concert Both parties, on this occasion, naturally want to meet and congratulate each other.

Shang Siyan came to them and said apologetically, "Good evening, both of you. Sorry, I'm late, I hope you don't mind."

Shirley smiled politely: "It's okay, the General Manager is busy with affairs, and it's already an honor for us to take time out of his busy schedule to come here."

Shang Siyan smiled, and then turned to Wen, his lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but he hesitated and didn't speak.

Xue Li said: "I'm sorry, Mr. Shang, Wen Shi's throat is inflamed, and I can't speak for the time being, so I can't greet you, please forgive me."

For a moment, Shang Siyan's eyes were full of worry: "Is this so? Is it serious? Do you need me to ask a doctor to take a look at him?"

"Don't bother." Shirley declined, glanced at Wen Shi, and said, "It's not a serious illness, just rest for a few days."

Wen Shi kept facing Shang Siyan, but his eyes were slightly lowered, his gaze did not fall on him, and there was no expression on his face, as if he was wearing a blank mask.

"That's it..." Shang Siyan withdrew his gaze, "That's good."

Shirley smiled, and when she spoke again, it was already another topic: "This concert can be a complete success, thanks to the great help of Mr. Shang and Star Entertainment. Mr. Shang, it's not convenient to drink during Wen's time, so let me do it." A toast to you."

"Where, Manager Tang is serious. We just did our duty, so don't be so polite." Despite what he said, Shang Siyan raised his wine glass and lightly touched Xue Li's.

The two drank their own wine, and then exchanged a few words, nothing more than complimenting each other, and the atmosphere was good.

During the whole process, Wen Shi didn't say a word, didn't even move, just maintained a thoughtful and distant smile, as if he was not the protagonist of this banquet, but an embellishment, and everything had nothing to do with him.

Shang Siyan glanced at him, drank the wine in the glass, and then said to Shirley: "It seems that there are still many people who want to chat with you, so I won't bother you for now."

Before Shirley could answer, a high-pitched voice came from behind.

"Hey, you're all here!"

Yin Lian approached cheerfully, and smiled brightly at Shang Siyan: "I found Master!"

"Looking for me?" Shang Siyan was a little surprised, "What's wrong?"

"Isn't it because you promised to be my album producer last time?" Yin Lian raised the corners of his mouth to feign dissatisfaction, "After you promised me on the day of the concert, there was nothing to do. I know you are a busy person, but you can't Just leave me alone, I am also in a hurry here, waiting for you to have a meeting with me to discuss——If you ignore me again, I will kill you at your house!"

He said this as if no one else was around. Although it was in a teasing tone, it was enough to hear the close relationship between the two.

Wen Shi turned his head away.

"Yin Lian." Shang Siyan frowned, and pulled his arm out of his embrace, "Let's talk about this matter sometime later."

"No!" Yin Lian held onto him tightly, "You don't even know when you'll have time, but today is just the time, so let's talk now—hey, but you're talking to the younger brothers and the others right now. "

While talking, Yin Lian turned to Wen, and asked with a smile: "Little brother, I have business to discuss with Master, do you mind if I take him away? Anyway, you probably have nothing to say, after all, the concert is over." Well, that's the end of the partnership."

"Yin Lian, stop making trouble!" Shang Siyan's voice sank.

Yin Lian obediently let go of his arm, but with the same smile on his face, he said, "Master, you promised me this, so...you want to go back on your word?"

Shang Siyan frowned and looked at him. Before he could speak, another hoarse voice sounded first.

"Whatever." Wen Shi glanced across their faces, without any waves in his eyes, "Anyway, I have nothing to say to him."

He spoke slowly and softly, as if every word pained him.

"Wow!" Yin Lian cheered, "Little brother, you are really reasonable, I love you to death!"

He turned to Shang Siyan, "Master, you see that the younger brother has agreed to release him, so just follow me obediently!"

Shang Siyan looked at Wen Shi, and after a while said: "...Then I will take my leave first."

"Okay, please." Shirley said politely as if she didn't know anything.

Watching the two leave, Wen Shi raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, and said to Xue Li: "Xue Li, I'm a bit bored, go outside to get some air."

Shirley looked at him for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, go ahead, leave this to me."

"Ah."

Wen Shi turned around and walked out of the banquet hall.

Going out from the side door of the banquet hall, the outside is the hotel garden, which is much quieter than the bustle of the banquet hall.

Wen Shi took two steps outside, then stopped suddenly, turned around, and said to the bodyguards following him: "Don't follow me, I want to be alone for a while."

The bodyguards nodded and stayed where they were.

Wen Shi continued to walk deep into the garden, the quieter it became as he went in, the lights on the roadside were blocked by plants, and the light became dim.Wen Shi walked slowly, finally sat down on a bench, raised his head and looked up at the sky.

No stars, no moon, no sound.

Did Shang Siyan agree to be Yin Lian's album producer...

Wen Shi smiled. When Yin Lian came to provoke him before, he mocked Shang Siyan for not doing anything for him, but now it has come true, which is really a trick of luck.

The night wind blew on my body, but Wen Shi didn't move, and just sat there.

"rustle".

There was something unnatural in the bushes.

Wen Shi suddenly became vigilant: "Who—cough!"

He stared at the bushes in front of him. Slowly, a figure came out from behind the bushes. With the faint light of the street lamp, Wen Shi recognized the person as the concierge at the hotel entrance. Looking at him.

He was very impressed with this man.

"What's the matter with you?" Wen asked.

"Uh...I..." The concierge looked a little at a loss.

Maybe it's because of the light, the other person's face looks a little gloomy, or maybe it's because of nervousness, his voice is a little tense.

He "I" did not say the following for a long time, and finally he simply took out a small notebook from his pocket and handed it to him tremblingly.

Wen Shi looked at his actions, did he come to ask for his autograph?

Logically speaking, he shouldn't casually agree to someone's autograph, but right now he really doesn't have the heart to entangle with this person, he just wants to get rid of him as soon as possible, since signing can solve the problem, then sign it.

So, he took the book over.

The concierge said in an excited voice, "Look, it's all about you!"

Wen Shi opened the notebook and looked at it, and found that there were many photos in it, all of which were his, some were blacked out with a pen, and some were crossed with a red pen.

Wen Shi instinctively felt uncomfortable.

The concierge continued: "You know, I really like the song "Migration". Although it is desperate, it also contains a faint hope. This song gave me a lot of support when I was in the bottom. Courage and strength, I really really really love this song!"

"Hmm..." Although the other party was expressing his love for him despite the discomfort, Wen Shi still endured the pain in his throat and thanked him, "Thank you for liking my song."

"It's not your song."

The concierge's voice was gloomy, and it sounded very strange.

Wen Shi was taken aback: "What?"

The concierge stared straight at him, with something burning in his eyes, he asked in a low voice, "Do you still remember Chen Li?"

Wen Shi raised his head in surprise, a silver light flashed into his eyes.

The concierge stabs him with a sharp knife in his hand