That scumbag famous flower has a master

Cheng Geyun liked the freshness and sweetness of fish since he was a child, but he also hated fish bones.In the past two years, whenever I ate fish with Jiang Youzhao, it was the old man who picked out the thorns and then fed them to his mouth.

Right now he thinks about it and feels creepy, this kind of behavior is reasonable when he was young, and it was also reasonable before, but it has been ten years, how can a person live to be 28 and still look like a giant baby?

So when Tang Chen brought the thorny fish to his mouth, Cheng Geyun chose to refuse.

Tang Chen didn't comment on his sudden alienation and indifference, everything was as usual.After eating the fish, Cheng Geyun was going to the company, the two parted, and Tang Chen consciously asked when he could meet again next time.

"It depends on my mood." He and the aggrieved child in the morning who looked up at Tang Chen and said that he wanted to eat fish should be different, and replied with a smile: "Goodbye, Mr. Pretty."

At this time, Tang Chen's helplessness and connivance were exactly the same as Jiang Youzhao's, so he could only wave to him: "I look forward to seeing you again."

When he entered the elevator, he met Ye Shufeng, and the employees behind stopped outside, leaving the two of them to go upstairs.

"You haven't reconciled with Mr. Jiang yet." Ye Shufeng wanted to smoke, but since it was a public place, he could only hold the cigarette case and stay still: "It's so strange."

"It's strange." Cheng Geyun tilted his head slightly, and saw himself through the reflection on the logo: "He always treats me like a child."

"There is resentment in this sentence." Ye Shufeng took his hand and pulled him out of the elevator: "But if you think about it carefully, apart from your age, aren't you just a child?"

Cheng Geyun pinched her fingertips: "No way, you know I still can't change it."

"Of course someone is pampering you." When she reached the office, she stretched out her hand to signal, "Geyun, please sit down."

Cheng Geyun glanced at her and always felt something was wrong, but he still leaned back in the chair: "Huh?"

Ye Shufeng opened a box and pushed it in front of him.

Cheng Geyun's gaze was fixed on the piece of Jaeger-LeCoulter that he had thrown on the island of Corsica.

"He knows you're upset and doesn't want to see him." Ye Shufeng raised her lips, and took out a thin cigarette for herself: "Mr. Jiang is really generous. My agency just helped pass a watch, and I got a project as a reward."

Cheng Geyun didn't answer, and didn't pay attention to the watch any more, but just reached out and took out the note hidden under the watch.

Jiang Youzhao's handwriting that he had practiced for decades was displayed openly in front of his eyes. His handwriting was thin and graceful, and his handwriting was perfect. Even two or three random strokes could make Cheng Geyun Like to hide it.

Cheng Geyun stroked the line of words with his fingers, as if he saw Jiang Youzhao's serious writing.

He thought of being held in Jiang Youzhao's arms in the past, and the other party quietly did nothing, just watched him practice calligraphy with a pen, and occasionally made comments, boasting that the children's writing is so beautiful, there are roses in the ink Aroma, cozy and comfortable.Occasionally, Cheng Geyun was full of mischief, and suddenly wrote three or two lines of erotic poems that were out of tune, so Jiang Youzhao smiled and shook his head, holding his hand and writing the poems they all love seriously.

At this time, he was no longer a businessman exuding the smell of cold copper, nor could he be a naive and romantic sour scholar, and he could not even be regarded as the father of so-and-so. A lifelong companion.

if today

You want to be like a faded star breaking out of the dark

strut to where madness haunts

That's okay*

Cheng Geyun pushed the watch back, but instead folded up the line of handwritten poems, got up and left.

"I'm off to work, bye sister."

Ye Shufeng looked at his back, he seemed to be walking leisurely, but in fact he was proud and stubborn.With a cigarette in her mouth, she had no choice but to take it out and put it out, shook her head with a smile, picked up the box and closed it again.

After entering the elevator, while greeting people with a smile, Cheng Geyun took off the watch that Qi Zhi gave him, and threw it into the drawer of the desk instead of putting it in his suit.When his wrist was free again, he took out the line of handwritten poems written by Jiang Youzhao again, and finally held it up in front of him, looked up at the thin and straight words, and kissed them lightly.

A few days later, Cheng Geyun sent his relatives to stay in the dormitory arranged by the "Deep Sea Star" program group.

"You are with Li Weishi, who is old under his command." He explained the tasks that the company had put down for him: "Pretend to have a similar relationship on the surface, and I will contact you."

After seeing off his artistes, Cheng Geyun relaxed physically and mentally, and went to the night show that night.

Qi Zhi will be filming outside these days, so he brought a wine and meat friend by his side.The friend ordered wine for him, laughed and teased him, saying that Cheng Geyun only needs to sit here, and someone will come to the door by himself in a while.

Cheng Geyun was noncommittal, and just chatted with him about some irrelevant topics. Before his friend was dispatched to hunt for beauty, a lady in a khaki dress came over.

When her friend Zhiqu left, she sat down gracefully and said to Cheng Geyun, "Good evening."

Cheng Geyun glanced at her sideways.

About 30 years old, with elegant appearance and good looks, belonging to the mature and economically capable category.

He shook his head, temporarily not interested: "Good evening."

"You haven't come for a long time." The woman took the initiative to say: "I come every night these days."

"Let me guess...it's not waiting for me." He tapped his fingers on the table and replied with a smile.But because I have seen a lot, I am still not interested.

"Maybe it's more like satisfying my sense of expectation." The woman continued to talk to Cheng Geyun: "After seeing you leave for the first time, I regretted it a little, because I was hesitant and couldn't enjoy myself in time. It's the novelty of you, from the third day to the fourth day... until now, it's just to satisfy my waiting expectations."

"So are you satisfied now?" he asked.

"Still not, because I don't want to just chat with you." The woman smiled, handed him the wine glass, and began to invite.

"Sorry." Cheng Geyun didn't take the wine glass, and replied directly: "I'm not used to spending quality time with married women, it's very troublesome."

The woman withdrew her wine glass and smiled instead: "How do you know?"

"Feeling." Cheng Geyun finally took another good look at her and said, "Although you don't have a ring mark on your hand."

"The ring is often only needed for the two years that I love the most." The woman had already guessed the ending, stopped the loss in time, stood up and left, "Good night."

"Good night." He replied with the last tenderness, thinking in his heart, so he doesn't need the ring, because he has no favorite.

The woman walked back to her seat, where there was already a young man.There was a mole on the man's cheekbone, which looked very aggressive and flamboyant.

She was a little surprised: "Master Lin, why are you here?"

The man surnamed Lin lifted his chin slightly, and his eyes fell not far away, as if he was hunting, the reason is self-evident.

The woman shrugged her shoulders and replied helplessly: "I have been squatting here for eight or nine days before you came. The staff all know that it is very difficult to deal with. He may not be interested in anyone tonight."

"Not always."

"Then Young Master Lin, please take your time," the woman waved her hand: "Goodbye."

"I always feel like someone is watching me." Cheng Geyun suddenly said to the bartender.

"Most people here are staring at you." The bartender didn't take it seriously: "How long are you going to stay?"

"Let's see." Cheng Geyun thought he was right, so he didn't take it seriously.

On the weekend, the "Deep Sea Star" program team gave the contestants an afternoon to arrange their time freely. They can go out, but they have to shoot.

Gu Juan was having dinner with a few other trainees, and after her camera shot passed, he called Xiao Lin to pick her up. Cheng Geyun happened to be with Xiao Lin, so he followed.

"That..." A trainee named Xu Chun suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and said, "My boyfriend is coming to pick me up later, the show crew won't be back for filming, right?"

She was a young actor before she joined the show, and the conditions and resources were good. Everyone understood and told her not to worry, and they still didn't forget to tease her a few words.They vaguely learned from Xu Chun's mouth that the other party seemed to be a son-in-law, and his family conditions were very good. Later, Xu Chun didn't want to mention it any more, and the girls changed the subject again, laughing.

Gu Juan didn't get along with them very often, and sat on the side drinking milk, not talking much.She was almost forced to attend the dinner party by the director. The director knew Cheng Geyun and wanted to show her a few more shots and let these girls bring her, otherwise she would go to dance practice.

"My assistant is here to pick me up." Gu Juan put the phone in his bag, showing a typical forced social smile: "You guys keep playing, I'm leaving first."

"It's just right, let's go together." Xu Chun also stood up, his face beaming with joy, and his tone turned shy again: "He's here too."

"Qianqi must have a good relationship with your boyfriend, right?"

"I'm so envious, look at this woman Xu Chun, Xu Chun, you should be more promising, your face is completely red."

"Then you guys have fun."

……

Gu Juan and the other party walked out of the private room side by side, but as soon as the door was closed, the expression on Xu Chun's face returned to the original, the smile disappeared instantly, and the original polite appearance disappeared completely.

These sisters are worthy of acting.

Gu Juan thought to herself, if she changed her face, she would be scolded many times by the instructor.

"What's the name of the artist who came down with you?" Xu Chun heard him ask as soon as he got into the car.

"Oh my god, Young Master Lin, I will be very sad if you ask me like that." Xu Chun switched from a smiling face to an aggrieved face again, and said, "Didn't you talk to me? Why did you make me look like a pimp. "

He smiled lightly, stretched out his finger to touch the mole on his cheekbone, although Xu Chun pretended to be short-tempered, he still pressed his lips to please him.

"I want to know who her manager is." Lin Hanliang replied.

"What happened to her manager?" Xu Chun asked curiously, "Did it make you unhappy?"

"No, I just saw you later."

"Then I really don't know, I just know that this artist belongs to Zhiyi." She blinked: "Zhiyi has a big IP this year, or if you take a look, can you help me?"

"Then hurry up and report your name obediently." Lin Hanliang intentionally teased her, and pinched her shoulder restlessly.

"All right, all right, let me say," Xu Chun felt a little uncomfortable, fearing that Lin Hanliang would dump her tomorrow, but he had no choice but to say, "An artist is called Gu Juan."

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*The poems in this article are selected from Baudelaire's "The Possessed"