Who is lying for me to win [Transmigration Book]

After finishing the filming of the live broadcast of "Escape Room", he received a call from Yan Jingchuan as soon as he changed his clothes.

He looked at his watch when he picked up the phone.

It was half past zero.

"why are not you sleeping?"

Hearing this intimate question, the other five people who walked out of the changing room looked at each other in surprise.

Statement slightly nodded to everyone, and walked out first.

Yan Jingchuan's voice quickly came from the receiver: "I just finished my work. How about you?"

"Me too." The statement said, "As soon as the show ended, I went to have a meal and then went back to the hotel."

Tomorrow there will be a few additional shots for the edited version, and he needs to stay here for another day.

"Eat?" Yan Jingchuan asked, "Are you alone?"

"No, there were several other guests," the statement said.

There was a sudden silence in the receiver.

Yan Jingchuan tightened his fingers.

He looked at the black screen in front of him, but the scene of the live broadcast flashed before his eyes.

Statements always get along well with others.

"Boss Yan?"

Yan Jingchuan came back to his senses.

The next sentence of the statement has come: "If you don't mind, I can go back to the hotel first."

"No need." Yan Jingchuan said, "You work so late, your health is important."

Statement laughed: "You too."

Yan Jingchuan asked, "When will you be back?"

The statement said, "The day after tomorrow?"

Yan Jingchuan frowned slightly, but did not speak.

Listening to the familiar silence in his ear, Chen Chen smiled: "Tomorrow. At night at the latest, I will go back as soon as possible."

The tone that sounded again from the receiver seemed flat.

"It's up to you to decide." After Yan Jingchuan finished speaking, he added, "I have something to talk to you about when you come back."

The statement said: "Good."

The rest of the people hung behind the statement and came over together after watching him hang up the phone.

Gu Hongye looked at Chen Chen curiously: "It's so rare to see Teacher Chen smiling."

Su Yue nodded and said, "This phone call is also very sweet!"

Except for Duan Xu, the other two also had the same idea.

Before and after the live broadcast, they also spent more than half a day with the statement. They only felt that the statement was indifferent on the outside, but actually easy-going, but the alienation in their bones was lingering, and it was a bit difficult to get close to.

Suddenly hearing the statement answering the phone in such a tone, it is inevitable to feel curious.

The statement was noncommittal, just said: "Let's go."

He didn't mean to disclose, and they didn't ask any more questions.

Showbiz is a place that lacks privacy.

What's more, they and the statement are not yet familiar enough to discuss these. The emotional state of the artist is a "secret", and there is no reason for the statement to have no reservations about them.

Duan Xu looked at the back of the statement, feeling unspeakably complicated in his heart.

Whether it's the inexplicable dislike of the phone call, or the inexplicable joy that only he knows about this secret that can't be called a secret, it doesn't make sense.

He frowned, and got into the car after Statement.

On the way to the restaurant, he asked the statement: "What time is your flight ticket the day after tomorrow?"

"I'm leaving tomorrow," the statement said.

"Tomorrow?" Duan Xu was taken aback, "Are you going to leave after recording?"

Xue Yifan overheard, and said, "It's too late to leave tomorrow, Brother Shu, are you in a hurry to go back?"

The statement said: "It is."

Duan Xu looked at the slight arc of his lips unconsciously, and it was not difficult to guess that his "urgent matter" was related to the phone call just now.

"That's right, I'll go back with you tomorrow."

The statement is indifferent: "Yeah."

Duan Xu turned to the car window.

If the statement goes back early, the other party may pick up the plane.

He wanted to see the true face of this Lushan.

The second day's footage was re-recorded in the afternoon.

He Qiyu was waiting outside the door to make a statement, and when she saw him coming out, she walked outside with him, and said with a smile: "In this way, you have an extra day for rest, good luck."

The half-month itinerary was a little limited due to Mr. Yan's ruthless compression, and only the two days of recording the program were considered free.

After getting in the car, He Qiyu asked, "Where do you want to go, or go back to the hotel?"

"Go to the airport," the statement said.

He Qiyu was shocked.

She knows that the statement has always been dedicated, but if it is so dedicated that it is seamless, the body will not be able to bear it.

She was about to persuade—

"Book the nearest flight back."

He Qiyu: "..."

She choked for a long time before she could ask, "Where are you going?"

The statement glanced at her: "Hengtai Community."

"...Okay." He Qiyu sadly took out her mobile phone to book a ticket.

She knew it.

It was never the announcement that made the statement take the initiative, but President Yan.

On the way, Chen made a phone call to Yan Jingchuan as usual, and when he arrived at the airport, he met Duan Xu and boarded the plane together.

When the plane landed, shortly after the statement turned off the flight mode, the phone rang.

Duan Xu listened to him confirm the location with the person opposite, and went to the parking lot with him.

Yan Jingchuan saw the figure of the report from a distance, opened the door and got off the car, only to see Duan Xu beside him.

Zhang Shi, who got out of the car with him, was still immersed in the holiday. Seeing the boss's face, his soul returned to his place immediately.

He quickly diverted his attention: "Ah, Mr. Chen is finally here!"

Yan Jingchuan leaned on a cane, took half a step forward and took it back.

Zhang Shi tightly shut his mouth.

Not far away, Chen Chen and Duan Xu have approached.

Noticing that someone got off the car, Duan Xu immediately looked over.

Seeing who the other party was, he was forced to stop by surprise, and stood there in a daze.

Yan Jingchuan?

Is the stated girlfriend not here again?

This thought was fleeting and was denied by Duan Xu.

He would not admit his mistake when he stated the tone he had just answered the phone.

Looking at the back of the statement continuing to move forward, he looked at Yan Jingchuan again, and an absurd guess suddenly rose in his heart.

It was Yan Jingchuan again.

Always Yan Jingchuan.

To visit classes, to have dinners, to pick up people—it was always him.

From the beginning, it was just Yan Jingchuan.

Is there no "girlfriend" at all?

State that he...likes men?

Duan Xu was frightened by this thought, but he couldn't find any reason to refute it. Instead, the more he thought about it, the clearer he became.

To avoid being seen, he lowered his head and walked forward.

In retrospect.

The statement really only treats Yan Jingchuan specially.

He used to think that it was just a favor between friends, but looking at it now, it was clearly a unique preferential treatment.

Duan Xu couldn't help but look up.

The statement of correct view has already walked in front of Yan Jingchuan.

When the two were talking, Yan Jingchuan looked over in a blink of an eye.

Duan Xu had heard of the name of President Yan of the Yan Group, but even though he had met a few times, he still couldn't meet those stern eyes.

Those deep black eyes seemed to easily see through people without leaving any room for them.

Is it such a person to state that you like it?

Duan Xu pursed his lips and walked behind the statement, his heartbeat was overwhelmed by more and more complex.

The statement said, "Your car didn't arrive?"

"Here we are." Duan Xu said, "It's right next to me. I'm here to say hello to you and Mr. Yan."

He knew that staying here would only make him lose his composure, so he turned around and left after saying hello.

As soon as he left, He Qiyu swallowed her saliva and said bravely, "Oh, by the way, I remembered that the company still has something to deal with, so I'll take a taxi back!"

She would rather walk back with her feet than get in this car!

Zhang Shi gave her a resentful look, and returned to the car after Yan Jingchuan stated that he got in the car.

The car starts quickly.

The statement asked: "Yesterday you said on the phone that you wanted to talk to me about something. What is it?"

Yan Jingchuan was straightforward: "My mother wants to invite you to vacation together."

Zhang Shi in the front row had long been used to eavesdropping openly. Hearing this, he subconsciously looked at Yan Jingchuan in the rearview mirror.

right?

Didn't Mr. Yan just come back from vacation?

Yan Jingchuan seemed to sense something, and raised his eyes to look at him.

Zhang Shi trembled like an electric shock, buried his head back in his chest, and made up his mind to be a mute.

The statement said, "When?"

Yan Jingchuan turned his face back: "It's at your convenience."

The statement thought for a while: "Then half a month later."

After finishing speaking, he said, "But I'm going to record a program every weekend, preferably on a weekday. Will it affect your work?"

Zhang Shi secretly slandered.

I have been filming with you for several months, so why does Mr. Yan care about weekends or weekdays now?

The Yan family is no longer Mr. Yan's little baby.

As soon as these outrageous thoughts rolled through his mind, Yan Jingchuan's voice sounded.

"It's okay." Yan Jingchuan said, "Zhang Shi will take care of the company's affairs."

Zhang Shi: "..."

All right, suddenly dizzy.

It turned out that Mr. Yan had not given him a fake.

That's the decapitation meal for the condemned prisoners before execution!

But the roar in his heart did not help the established result.

Back in Hengtai Community, Yan Jingchuan talked with Wen Jiao on the phone and quickly confirmed the date.

The statement relayed the date to He Qiyu to avoid receiving the notification by mistake, and also reminded her to finish work before this date.

In the next half month, he flew to various places and completed all the scheduled itineraries.

After earning enough start-up funds and having a reminder before the statement, He Qiyu didn't answer the notice for the statement after that.

In less than one and a half months, "No Name" will be launched. During this period, it is stated that "Escape Room" will be filmed, and it is more likely to need to enter the group training in advance, and the time is not enough.

Back at Hengtai Community, he told He Qiyu and Han Shan to make an appointment to discuss investment before getting out of the car and going upstairs.

He opened the door and walked into the room, but before the door was closed, Wangcai rushed out of the bedroom like an arrow from a string, and threw himself at his feet.

"Wang!"

It was already late at night, and the statement touched its head: "Don't make noise."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Jingchuan also walked to the bedroom door.

"Didn't sleep?" Statement looked at him, "Or did I wake you up?"

Yan Jingchuan said, "I just finished the meeting."

The statement closed the door casually: "I have to get up early tomorrow, go to bed early."

Mentioning this, Yan Jingchuan's eyes moved slightly: "I haven't asked you all this time, why did you agree to accompany me on vacation? If you don't want to go, I will help you decline this invitation."

Statement paused for a moment with the hand on top of Wangcai's head.

He didn't think about it.

But the question Yan Jingchuan asked, he had an old answer that never made a mistake: "No matter what request you ask, as long as I can do it, I will agree."

Yan Jingchuan's breathing was quietly chaotic.

He stared into the statement's eyes, urged by unspeakable thoughts, he asked: "Why?"

The statement chuckled: "Mr. Yan forgot? The one-year deadline has not yet passed, and I am obliged to listen to the arrangement of you, the benefactor."

Hearing this, Yan Jingchuan gripped his cane tightly.

The blazing heat flowing in the chest instantly cooled down, faster than when it came, leaving no trace.

He looked at the statement, and said coldly: "The word "financial master" is not allowed to be mentioned again in the future."

This time it is the statement's turn to ask, "Why?"

Yan Jingchuan's face was black and smelly: "There is no reason. You are not allowed to ask why in the future."

His occasional injunctions were often unreasonable, and the statement didn't get to the bottom of it: "Good."

Hearing this word, thinking about what he said just now, Yan Jingchuan's face became even more foul, and he turned and went back to the bedroom.

The statement was still in place, and Yan Jingchuan's cold reminder came from inside the door.

"You have to get up early tomorrow, you should go to bed."

A faint smile formed on the lips of the statement.

"coming."