Dressed as a substitute lover of a wealthy old man

Wrapped in the quilt, Tong Yuan turned over, probably remembered that he drank a whole glass last night, he didn't know how he came back, but the people and things he met before drinking were still vivid in his memory.

The nausea is still the same, but fortunately the mood is not so bad.

It can be predicted that that kind of person will definitely not take a small sum of money and just listen to his words and never appear in front of him again, but considering that he can breathe here now, to a certain extent, it is because of that woman, Tong Yuan did not. The way to do it is to ignore it completely.

But that's all, it's an unavoidable fact that they will be entangled for a period of time, and it's really a piece of shit.

Got up and took a shower, changed into overnight clothes and came out to look for food, Tong Yuan paused and saw a strange lump curled up on the sofa, vaguely looking like a person.

"Hey--"

He yelled, and the group of people sat up with a "bass" - Fan Tong held his head like a chicken coop, and stared at him dully.

Tong Yuan: "..."

Fan Tong shook his head for a while before he focused on Tong Yuan's face, looked at his fairly normal expression, and then yawned reassuringly.

"Thank you last night."

"You're welcome." Unexpectedly being thanked seriously once, Fan Tong replied awkwardly, looked at Tong Yuan who seemed nothing had happened, and was thinking about what Ning Yue told him yesterday.

After following Tong Yuan for a while, although from his own point of view, he didn't quite believe that Tong Yuan could be so sad that he got drunk late at night because of last night's hot search, but he was analyzed by Ning Yue's nagging For an hour, he not only didn't think it was wrong, he even thought it made sense.

There was a hammer and a stick in his head in a mess for a while, Tong Yuan knocked on the cup and called him: "Breakfast of love."

"..."

There is also the mood to cook and eat, probably there is no problem... maybe.

Fan Tongshi took two bites of the bread in disbelief. Seeing Tong Yuan eating on the opposite side, he didn't explain the meaning of a sentence or two because of what happened yesterday. He still couldn't see why after watching it for a while, so became more and more tangled.

After all, according to Ning Yue's description, Tong Yuan should have encountered something yesterday, but wasn't it because of his boss's hot search?

This is very interesting.

"I'm not gossiping, I'm caring about the client..." Fan Tong said to himself a dozen times in his heart, and tried his best to ask as nonchalantly as possible: "What happened to you last night?"

Tong Yuan glanced at him and ignored him.

"If you have any ideas, you can tell me..."

"I don't want to say it. I'll lie to you if I say it." Tong Yuan drank the milk in the cup in one go, and took away Fan Tong's plate, "If you don't eat it, I'll take it."

"Eat, eat, eat."

After Fan Tong talked about it in twos and threes, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that there was something wrong with it. If Tong Yuan didn't care about the boss's hot searches, he would have to complain to him no matter what.

As a result, I don't even want to mention it now... This shows that I really care about it!

For example, when two people are together, they don’t feel that there is anything special. Once they separate or one of them changes his mind, the other suddenly finds himself in deep trouble. It’s all written in novels.

Fan Tong imagined a sadomasochistic love affair, but Tong Yuan was not immune to it.Fortunately, he always thought that Tong Yuan was quite different, but he didn't expect that he was still a little kid.

Thinking about it this way, he suddenly felt that as Tong Yuan's assistant and manager, he was a little older than him, and it was very important for him to urge Tong Yuan not to look crooked.

"Cough——" Fan Tong cleared his throat, and said solemnly: "Little boy, do you want to plan for yourself in the future, while the residual temperature of "Sensual and Sexy" has not completely cooled down, I happen to have a few jobs to contact me. "

"sure."

"..."

With three words, Tong Yuan held back the draft he had typed to persuade him. Fan Tong opened the information on his mobile phone and was about to explain in detail when Tong Yuan continued: "Is there any good script? , send me to see."

"..."

"Huh?" Tong Yuan waited for a long time, but seeing that Fan Tong hadn't moved, he asked again.

"Then what, no crew has approached us yet." Although he didn't really want to discourage Tong Yuan's enthusiasm at this time, Fan Tong told the truth, "But we have a few program invitations, and the ratings are pretty good. The artists we collaborated with also have a good reputation.”

"..."

"I don't think we need to focus on filming. One is that you don't have relevant experience, and your popularity doesn't make much sense. The producer will definitely not find us unless we try one by one and spend time. I don’t know what the result will be, and the price/performance ratio is too low. Variety shows are different, with a short cycle, quick response, and decent rewards. If you accidentally become popular again, it will be easier to be on the show. What do you think? I’m optimistic about the one The show was the hit in the last season, I'll find it for you and you can see..." Fan Tong said a lot of facts and reasoned, then suddenly stopped his fingers on the phone, and bounced up from the sofa; "My God——"

The word "天" is broken.

"What are you doing?" Tong Yuan was taken aback by his surprise.

Fan Tongtong raised his head and stared at him with piercing eyes: "Xiaotong, you are on the hot search."

"I'm on the trending search?"

Tong Yuan's first reaction was that he was photographed last night, but his half-red but not-famous little idol's outsider circle, if it weren't for someone's deliberate doing it like before, he probably wouldn't go to the hot search to find his presence Yes, and it doesn't look like Fan Tong's reaction.

"You're on the trending list!" Fan Tong repeated again loudly, his voice trembling into a wavy line with twists and turns, "Ren Ye, Tong Yuan is close to each other!!! You and Ren Ye! My male god! We are paying attention to each other!!! !!"

"..."

"When did it happen? Did the male god slip his hand? Do you have his autographed photo?"

Fan Tong continued to test on the edge of breaking the sound. Tong Yuan picked up the phone and saw a message from Ren Ye before it was unlocked.

Ren Ye: Are you free tomorrow? Come to the studio to play.

There is a picture of the computer at work under the text, and it was posted in the middle of the night last night, no wonder he didn't see it.

Tong Yuan replied, "Okay." After a while, the opposite party came back with a location message.

"Tsk, I'll give you time to go back and get your grooming done."

Fan Tong was still immersed in the shock of the mutual relationship between Ren Ye and Tong Yuan, even he paid attention to it together!Before he calmed down from the excitement, he was stunned for a moment when he heard Tong Yuan's nonsensical words: "Ah?"

"I'll see your male god later."

"real or fake……"

"Forget it if you don't believe me, if you want to go directly like this, I have no problem."

"I'll go back right away!" Fan Tong jumped up from the sofa and hugged Tong Yuan hard, "I'll pick you up when I'm done! I love you so much!"

"..."

As soon as Fan Tong left, Tong Yuan received another message from Ren Ye.

Ren Ye: Come here, I'll go to sleep first, see you in the afternoon.

Then an mp3 audio was attached, followed by the sentence "Any thoughts?" Then Ren Ye's profile picture was grayed out.

Tong Yuan listened to the audio for a little over 2 minutes five or six times. It was a very unique demo. The vocals were a little green, but other than that, it was pretty good in every way.

He is so thoughtful.

……

On the edge of a tree-lined path in the city center, the three-story old small western-style building is hidden among the rubble of brick houses with a sense of age, and it has no sense of existence.

"Is that so?"

Fan Tong held the carefully selected album for signing in his arms carefully, not daring to speak loudly.

Tong Yuan checked the information on the phone map: "It should be."

When the rusty doorbell was pressed, the sound seemed to be rusted, and the ending sound was a bit lacking in stamina, "babbling", like an actor singing out of tune.

After waiting for a while, no one responded, and the heavy gate seemed to separate a world, making this western-style building seem indifferent.

Just when Tong Yuan was about to press it again, with a "click", the door opened a crack, stretched out four pale fingers and pushed it out, revealing an expressionless face.

The man who opened the door had a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his face, and the silver glasses chain hung on the side of his face. He was dressed casually and elegantly, and he had a gentlemanly temperament.

The strangest thing was that he still held a newspaper that smelled of fresh ink in his hand. Tong Yuan hadn't seen anyone read a newspaper in his whole life.

"Sorry to interrupt, is this Mr. Ren Ye's studio?"

The man who opened the door glanced at Tong Yuan and Fan Tong, said "Yes", and put them both in, leading them to sit at the bar in the spacious area on the left.

"Hello, this is Tong Yuan. I'm his assistant. I was invited by Mr. Ren Ye." Seeing that it wasn't Ren Ye, Fan Tong relieved his nervousness a lot, dutifully started the business model, and handed over a business card while talking. .

"Ren Ye hasn't gotten up yet." The man with glasses took the business card and glanced at it, then put the business card back on the bar counter.

He didn't seem to care much about who came, and he didn't intend to introduce himself. He pointed to a row of cabinets at the bottom of the wall, "Coffee and tea."

"Thank you, thank you, don't bother..."

Before Fan Tong finished speaking, the man with glasses had already returned to the far side of the room with the newspaper, sat on the sofa with his back to them, and took a sip of the still steaming coffee in his spare time.

One never intends to bother oneself.

"Who is he?" Fan Tong lowered his voice and compared his lips with Tong Yuan.

Tong Yuan pointed to a row of publications standing on the display shelf on the wall, and a name called "Gu Tu" was neatly written on the spine.

"I—X—" Fan Tong opened his mouth, almost biting his own tongue, "Really? How do you know? Isn't Gu Tu a woman?"

"My guess."

"You really scared me to death." Fan Tong looked around and lowered his voice to Tong Yuan's science popularization, "Gu Tu is a woman with superb writing skills and talent. She has cooperated with Ren Ye many times. It is rumored on the Internet that they are There's a couple."

"Have you seen that Gu Tu?"

"No, no one has seen her."

"Oh, then your male god may be crooked."

"What do you say?"

Fan Tongyi struggled to digest the information Tong Yuan had instilled in him word by word, and before he could confirm the failure, he was frightened by the shrill doorbell and got goosebumps all over his body.

The doorbell is scarier to hear inside the house than it is outside.

The new friend was treated worse than the two of them, because the man with glasses just opened the door to let people in, and then sat back in his original place.

The visitor looked at the sofa where the man with glasses was, hesitated for a moment, and ran towards Tong Yuan. A tall, thin young man with bushy eyebrows and big eyes, who seemed to be on the same side as Qiao Ning, looked at Tong Yuan. , the closer they got, the more excited they became, and finally they almost threw themselves in front of Tong Yuan.

"Are you Tong Yuan?"

"Ah."

"My name is Bai Yichen, and I like you so much!"

"Thank you."

"Bai Yichen?" Fan Tong sat up straight, "You are the cousin who released the single yesterday!"

"It's me! It's me."

Bai Yichen sat down on the chair and reached out to shake Fan Tong.

Fan Tong smiled and handed the business card that was returned by the glasses man to Bai Yichen: "I am Fan Tong, Tong Yuan's assistant."

"Hello, hello, Fan..." Bai Yichen squinted at the business card for a while, then got stuck, "Brother Fan."

"Your song yesterday was great, I've been looping the single for a long time..."

"No, I prefer Xiaotong's first "A Midsummer Night's Dream"..."

Fan Tong and Bai Yichen started to play awkwardly without paying attention. Tong Yuan was not interested in these, so he wandered around the room, studied the vinyl record hanging on the wall for a while, and then took it from the bookshelf. Book out to pass the time.

Fortunately, after a while, Ren Ye came down from upstairs.

"It's all here? I'm sorry I've been sleeping for too long. You know me, this is my cousin, Bai Yichen Xiaobai, this is Tong Yuan, boy, this..."

"I'm Xiaotong's assistant, my name is Fan Tong. What about me, I..."

"He likes you very much, and wants you to sign his autograph." Tong Yuan thoughtfully expressed his wish to Fan Tong, who had lost his language function.

"Thank you for your love." Ren Ye was not pretentious, took the pen that Fan Tong had prepared in advance, and "swish, swish, swish" signed his name on the album, "Then let's go upstairs to chat."

On the way to the stairs, a few people passed by the sofa of the man with glasses, Ren Ye said smoothly, "This is Chen Wangsuo, my good friend, and also the landlord here."

Chen Wangsuo turned sideways and nodded towards them.

"Let me just say this is not Gu Tu, you scared me to death just now." Fan Tong leaned closer to Tong Yuan's ear and whispered.

Tong Yuan: "I said I guessed it, but you insisted on taking it seriously."

Fan Tong: "..."

On the second floor of the bungalow, there are several luxurious studios that any professional would love crazily. For a moment, Tong Yuan felt that he had returned to his previous studio, and he felt a little embarrassed when he thought about it.

"Did you listen to the demo I sent you?"

Realizing that Ren Ye was talking to him, before Tong Yuan could speak, Bai Yichen's reaction was rather exaggerated: "Brother, are you really mad?"

Tong Yuan thought for a moment: "So you recorded that demo?"

"I just recorded it casually, you forget it after listening to it..."

"pretty good."

Bai Yichen's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help boasting: "Really?"

"real."

"Then if you don't mind, can you compose this song for me?"

What Bai Yichen said was so smooth that Tong Yuan began to suspect that he had premeditated it.Before he could agree, Ren Ye, who had been silent all this time, also spoke up: "I think this proposal is good."

"..." Ganqing Renye really came here on purpose to be a pimp today, but he just doesn't hate it, "No problem."

-

Once it is decided to take over, the follow-up work will focus on this song. For more than half a month, Tong Yuan almost plunged into Ren Ye's studio, eating all the edible takeaways around, and finally exported the final version.

Rejecting Bai Yichen's gracious invitation to "have a drink together in the evening", Tong Yuan sat in the car and looked through the dozens of spam text messages owed on his mobile phone. He didn't see any useful ones, and asked Fan Tong: "Boss Pei?" What have you been up to lately?"

"Boss Pei?" Fan Tong was taken aback by the question, running around with Tong Yuan these days, forgetting that there is such a person as his own boss.As soon as Tong Yuan reminded him, he immediately remembered the hot search that made Tong Yuan drink away his worries half a month ago, and his heart tightened.

This is the end of your work, and you think of sad things again?

"I don't know, maybe I'm just busy doing this and that... What's the matter?"

"It's okay." Tong Yuan put his phone away and said to Fan Tong, "You can order a table for me to deliver to my house at night. It doesn't matter if it tastes good or not, as long as it looks good."