Gao Qiongshuai's stand-in has collapsed [Wearing the Book]

Fu Chenshen nodded obediently, and the movement of pinching his shoulders was even more gentle.

Ding dong.

"Sir, it seems to be a delivery."

"Mr. He, where do you put your clothes?"

The clerk was all smiles, carrying large and small bags of clothes in his hands, and a few other people followed behind him, his hands full.

"First, put me in the bedroom first."

He Lanxing threw out the colorful coats of the original owner, and put the newly arrived clothes in neatly.

Turning around, the pile of clothes had been neatly arranged. Fu Chen folded the last piece of clothes and said with a smile, "Mr. He, what should I do with these clothes? Do you want to throw them away? It's a pity."

He Lanxing watched Fu Chen fondly touching those materials, and he didn't think he ever wore expensive clothes.

"Don't throw it away. I can barely wear it and put it in the guest bedroom closet. I will ask my assistant to donate the rest."

"Ah."

He Lanxing waved his hands deeply at Fu Chen, "Come here."

He gestured twice in front of Fu Chenshen with a shirt, the size should be just right.

"Neng, go to the cloakroom and try on this dress to see if it fits. If it doesn't fit, you can change the size while the clothes delivery man hasn't left."

Fu Chenshen waved his hand quickly, "No, no, it's too expensive. I have clothes myself, enough to wear. Besides, I'm very happy to be with you."

Fu Chenshen is not some poor boy who has never seen the world, this suit cost tens of thousands, and He Lanxing bought one for him, which is definitely not acceptable.

"Your clothes, are you talking about the ones that crack when you move a lot? You can't wear them. If I take you out, I won't lose my face."

Fu Chen looked at He Lanxing sincerely, "Don't worry, Mr. He, I will definitely live up to your expectations, make good money, and take good care of you."

As soon as he heard the service, He Lanxing's forehead began to protrude again, it was all from where he could see it.

"Let's change clothes first."

He Lanxing knew that Fu Chenshen looked good in a suit early on, but he didn't expect it to look so good.The suit was tightly attached to the body, and the long straight legs made people scream.

Fu Chenshen didn't wear a tie, and his shirt was unbuttoned two times, his collarbone could be seen clearly.

He Lanxing's Adam's apple rolled up and down twice, and looked away in embarrassment. He absolutely could not admit that he was attracted.

"Mr. He, can you?"

Fu Chenshen's eyes are childish, his dark eyes are staring at you without blinking, his brows are affectionate.

He Lanxing didn't drink but felt drunk, drowning in Fu Chen's deep and gentle eyes.

"Well, it's alright."

The voice was too hoarse, and He Lanxing coughed to cover up.

"There are other types of clothes in the closet, including casual youth pajamas. It depends on your preference. You can move in after Auntie cleans up the next room."

Fu Chen stared deeply into He Lanxing's eyes, and said word by word: "Is it okay not to move? You don't sleep well at night, and I want to warm your bed."

Fu Chenshen's words were cryptic, and He Lanxing understood that it was to warm his bed.What is this, a self-recommended pillow seat.

"Need not."

Today happened to be Sunday, and the original owner went to the company for three days to fish and two days to hang out on the net. Taking advantage of this time, He Lanxing quickly settled the company's affairs.

In addition to a listed company under the original owner's name, there is also a well-known entertainment company in the industry.

The company has cultivated many movie kings and queens, and Shidishi queen, as well as famous gold medal managers in the industry, can be regarded as leaders in the entertainment industry.

It was developing well before, but who knew that the original owner was blind to Song Qinglian, and the good company became Song Qinglian's nanny company, and all good resources were tight to him.

He Lanxing seriously doubts whether the company has any powerful professional managers. Otherwise, with the original owner's mind, how to manage it for several years without going bankrupt, and still be able to rank in the country.

The original owner's mobile phone had a password, and He Lanxing tried it right the first time. That's right, the password was Song Qinglian's birthday.

As soon as the album was opened, there were a bunch of photos of Song Qinglian. The lighting was perfect and the poses were in place. That is to say, the idiot of the original owner really thought they were taken casually.

He Lanxing deleted it all at once, until finally he found that there was still an encrypted photo album in the phone. He tried several times but failed to open it, so he had to give up.

At the top of WeChat is Song Qinglian, with seven or eight red dots on it, and what He Lanxing opened the shop is Lianyanlianyu.Suppressing the discomfort in my heart, I looked through the records for a long time, and the most were transfer records.

Baby: Brother Lan Xing, I'm going to buy clothes, it's so expensive, one piece of clothes is worth my salary for several months.I want to make good money, so I can buy it in the future.

Baby: Received a transfer of 10 yuan.Brother Lan Xing, what are you doing? I can work hard on my own.

He Lanxing: It's okay, just take it.

He Lanxing was speechless, tens of thousands at a time, tens of thousands at a time, and he spent nearly 200 million for Song Qinglian in just three months.Not counting those gifts that usually go out.

200 million is small money to He Lanxing, especially to the original owner.It's different now, he's not the idiot of the original owner, rushing to give money to others.

It took He Lanxing half an hour to make a list of the transfer records, counting all the gifts that he could think of, sorting them out, and waiting for the next time he went to the company to deduct from Song Qinglian's salary.

Of course, WeChat can't delete him, the chat history has to be kept.

He Lanxing looked through the address book for a long time before finding the assistant's name in a corner.

[Boss: Who will lead Song Qinglian now? ]

[Tang Tang: It's Yi Jingyun. ]

Yi Jingyun is a gold medal manager, and all his subordinates are at the level of actor and actress.

[Boss: Come to me at work tomorrow. ]

[Tang Tang: Okay, boss. ]

Tang Tang sent a message to Yi Jingyun with a sad face, not knowing why the boss went crazy again.Ever since I met this boss Song Qinglian, it's like a different person.

It took He Lanxing an afternoon to sort out the company's recent work, and then came to a conclusion that it did not close down entirely because of the money.

He Lanxing silently took out the black card and checked the balance. It's fine, the nine-digit number doesn't worry.

He Lanxing didn't stop working until seven o'clock in the evening. There were too many things to do. How could he still have to work hard in a different world.

"Mr. He, have you eaten?"

"You did it?"

"Ah."

Among other things, Fu Chenshen's cooking skills are really good, even in a five-star hotel.

"By the way, which company are you in now?"

"Star King Entertainment."

He Lanxing carefully recalled it a few times, but he didn't have any memory of this company, which is too unknown.

Fu Chenshen could see He Lanxing's doubts, and took the initiative to explain: "The small studio is not very popular, only one senior is second-tier, and the others are eighteenth-tier."

Don't look down on the [-]th line, Fu Chenshen in the crew is not only acting as a stand-in, but also a little villain.

"Then how did you get along, uh, you found me."

"Mr. He forgot, you found me. At Mr. Huang's banquet."

"Haha, yes."

He Lanxing laughed dryly, and stopped talking about it.Finding a substitute or something, the owner of the loss can figure it out.

"Which Boss Huang?"

"It's Mr. Huang from Yuhua Entertainment."

He Lanxing remembered that the task of this person appearing in the plot was to moleste the protagonist. It turned out that there was such a relationship in the place that was not written in the plot.

"How do you know Mr. Huang?"

"It was introduced by my agent. Don't get me wrong, I met you without anything happening."

He Lanxing picked up the big white rice in the bowl, and the crayfish didn't taste good after eating.

"Why didn't you reject the broker?"

"I signed for three years, and the contract has not expired. If I don't go, I can't afford to pay."

"Is your company like this? How much is the liquidated damages? Give me your agent's contact information."

Fu Chen pursed his lips deeply, "300 million, there are still two years left, when I save enough money to terminate the contract."

"contact details."

"I don't have your contact information."

For some reason, He Lanxing could hear the sense of grievance from Fu Chenshen's words.

The portrait of Fu Chenshen is himself, holding a cat in his arms, sitting lazily on a swing.

After adding He Lanxing, it was set to the top, and the things about Song Qinglian were basically deleted from the phone.

He Lanxing didn't want to have anything to do with Song Qinglian. He liked men by nature, but he definitely didn't like a white lotus like Song Qinglian.No matter how early, it must be someone like Fu Chenshen, who suits his wishes in every way.

He Lanxing sent a verification message to Fu Chenshen's agent, but it was delayed, which seemed to be too perfunctory for an artist.

"What kind of drama did you take over? I searched on my phone and basically couldn't find it."

"I haven't acted in a lot of dramas. I used to be a stand-in before. The only drama with a name has not been aired yet."

Fu Chenshen was very calm when he said this, as if he didn't care much about acting.Or maybe you care too much, if you don't care, you can't be willing to be a substitute in the real world.

In the study, He Lanxing was picking up the new dramas that the company was preparing recently, but none of them liked it.It's not that it's not good, it's that it's not suitable for the current Fu Chenshen.It seems unlikely that a small [-]th-line star will suddenly play the male lead.

Sad.

Fu Chenshen's Weibo only has more than 1 fans, and the one with less than a hundred comments and retweets, it looks like a zombie fan.

He Lanxing swiped from the beginning to the end, and the cat appeared the most.Fu Chenshen in the photo seldom smiles, mostly with a cold face, holding the cat carefully in his arms.The contrast is cute, this word is perfect to describe him.

Before quitting, He Lanxing added a deep follow to Fu Chen, and returned to the follow interface to cancel Song Qinglian's follow.

He Lanxing rubbed his eyes, and managed to choose one out of dozens of scripts.It's a low-budget web drama, and there's a high probability that all newcomers will be hired. Let Fu Chenshen try it.

While taking a bath, He Lanxing roughly recalled the plot. It should be too early to meet the protagonist Gong. The most important thing now is to arrange some work for Fu Chenshen.

Fu Chenshen was sitting on the big bed in his pajamas at the moment, holding a book of poems in his hand, but he couldn't read a single word.

A hazy figure appeared on the frosted glass, and the shadow swayed up and down, Fu Chenshen's heart skipped a beat.The person he was thinking of was taking a shower in the bathroom, so it seemed ambiguous to him to wait outside.

click.

The bathroom door opened, and Fu Chenshen's eyes met He Lanxing who came out.

"What are you doing here?"

He Lanxing was terrified. No one told him that Fu Chenshen would show up in his room at night.

"Mr. He, on the first day you said that you didn't sleep well at night, so you asked me to read poems to you."

"Can you fall asleep after reading it? Is this the bed warmer you said during the day?"

He Lanxing's sleep is not good in the world now, insomnia is common, why doesn't he remember that the original owner also has this problem.

"Well, yes, you slept well last night."

He Lanxing slept well yesterday, and had a dream. There seemed to be a voice accompanying him in the dream. Maybe he passed through it last night.

"Where did you sleep last night?"

"I'm also in this room, but Mr. He can rest assured that I'm on the floor."

The room was covered with woolen blankets, but it was not cool, and the floor was too pitiful.

He Lanxing stared at Fu Chenshen for a long time, wondering what came to his mind, and suddenly asked, "Are you suffering?"