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"Mr. Wen, why are you here?"

Wen Gu didn't listen to a word that Ai Xin said.He frowned and lowered his head, clutching the wrist of the man in his arms wholeheartedly, lest he really punch Ai Xin on the nose.

After Sheng Zhixin drank three glasses of red wine, he felt like he was stepping on cotton under his feet, and his head was terribly chaotic, as if someone had forced a few bricks in it, and the foreground in front of him was erratic and dizzy.

He raised his head slightly, and muttered displeasedly with a nasal voice: "Who are you? Let me go."

Wen Gu pursed his lips and said nothing, his free hand came across his waist, and he held him tightly in his arms.

Ai Xin's face was still pale, uglier than being beaten.

He shook off Wen Can's hand and said softly, "Teacher Wen?"

Wen Gu seemed to have noticed his existence only now, nodded his head as a greeting, and then lowered his head to talk to Sheng Zhixin: "Where's your manager?"

"Don't fucking stop me!" Sheng Zhixin didn't hear what Qing Wengu said at all, wriggling around in his arms, pointing at Ai Xin, "I can't beat you to death, you idiot!"

The expression on Wen Gu's face paused, and the corners of his lips curved slightly.

"I took him away," Wen Gu said to Ai Xin, "His manager is back and asked him to go to 12 on the 632th floor to find someone."

Ai Xin suddenly grabbed his sleeve: "Mr. Wen, do you... have nothing to say to me?"

Wen Gu lowered his eyes, and his voice was a little ironic: "Big star, you don't make music anymore, do we have anything else to talk about?"

After speaking, he never looked at Ai Xin again, and carried Sheng Zhixin into the elevator under the eyes of everyone.

Sheng Zhixin was not reconciled, and before the elevator doors closed, he said loudly the last sentence: "Ai Xin, my mother! I wish you impotence in the rest of your life! You can't do it again!"

Wen Gu didn't want to accept the invitation to the annual meeting of the shining stars.

One is because he doesn't like to join in the fun, and the other is that he doesn't like the vicious marketing of this company.

but......

Wen Gu looked at the person lying on the bed, and sighed inaudibly.

It was also unexpected for him to be able to pick up a dead body and pick up the same person twice.

When Sheng Zhixin was downstairs, he struggled unsuccessfully, so he settled down all the way, and when he got upstairs, he tried his best to toss people.

He looked at the only living person in the room with foggy eyes, and said softly, "I want a prize."

Wen Gu didn't understand what he was talking about: "What award?"

"Any prize will do."

Sheng Zhixin muttered in a low voice, curled up as if he was afraid of the cold, leaned towards Wen Gu, and stretched out his hand to gently grab the corner of his clothes.

Wen Gu watched him get closer and closer calmly, and for a moment suspected that he had misjudged the wrong person before. In fact, this dead boy seemed to be a CP marketing hype.

"I never won an award, but I wrote so many songs."

Sheng Zhixin was silent for a while, and then muttered aggrievedly.

Seeing that Sheng Zhixin was no different than last time, Wen Gu changed his way of drunken madness, and chatted with him in a good mood: "The things you wrote... can also be called songs?"

He still remembers that he participated in an event of a certain brand once, and the song of Sheng Zhixin boy group was played on the spot, and the incomprehensible electronic music plus drums gave him a headache.

When the reporter was interviewing others, Mr. Wen fished openly, took out his mobile phone to listen to the song, and found out who wrote the song on a certain music platform.

Unexpectedly, Sheng Zhixin looked like an unconscious drunk, and after being scolded, he still had the instinct to refute: "Is my writing not good?"

Before Wen Gu could speak, he heard him rambling again: "Teacher Wen also said that I can't write well, maybe I really can't write well."

I didn't expect you to be quite self-aware.

Although Wen Gu was a ruthless person in online laning, but when he met a real person offline, this kid still leaned against him with a pitiful look, and he was reluctant to say even mean words.

He sighed, and pulled Sheng Zhixin's claws away from himself: "Wen Gu criticized you, how do you feel?"

Sheng Zhixin sniffed, and there was a bit of crying in his voice: "Grievance."

"Why are you wronged?" Wen Gu said, "People said it was because you didn't write well. If you write well in the future..."

"There is no future."

"why?"

Sheng Zhixin suddenly lowered his head and wiped his tears on the sleeve of Wen Gu's high-end suit: "Because I..."

Wen Gu was listening to his reason with bated breath, but after waiting for a long time, he didn't get it. He looked down and saw a vocal from a boy group tugging on his sleeve and fell asleep without a trace.

He looked at the obvious wet mark on his sleeve after being used to wipe his tears, raised his eyebrows slightly, and dialed a person's WeChat number: "Hello, is this Manager Lin? Your artist was drunk and dragged me Don’t let it go, please come to 12 on the 632th floor to get it.”

Sheng Zhixin only felt that he had a very long dream.

In the dream, all his prizes and resources were robbed by Wen Can, and he was about to rush up to teach this bastard who was always willing to steal things from others, but he was stopped halfway.

Although the man had great strength, his movements were gentle.He babbled on a lot of incomprehensible nonsense, the man not only listened all the time, but also found him something to cover his body, in case he would freeze.

Sheng Zhixin woke up in a daze, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the shaking roof.

He was very dizzy, turned his head slowly, and saw Lin Mo Nai's smiling face.

"Yo, are you awake?"

Lin Monai stretched out his hand and licked his hair, with a bit of hatred for iron and steel: "You son of a bitch, won't Dad cause trouble if he doesn't look at you for a few minutes? If you are capable, open it at the annual meeting Beat up a colleague?"

Sheng Zhixin choked in his throat and said in a low voice, "He was the one who robbed me first."

It's okay not to talk about it, but when he said it, he felt aggrieved: "I was bullied and you still scolded me, who are you on the side with?"

Lin Monai sneered: "You still have the nerve to say it? Do you know who picked you up this time?"

"Who?"

"Wen Gu!" Lin Monai gritted his teeth, "Didn't I say that the two of you are too predestined, the first time forget it, why did he pick you up the second time? Is he a brilliant person? Why did he suddenly appear? "

Sheng Zhixin just touched a bottle of mineral water from the side, and he choked in his throat after hearing that.

Lin Monai patted him on the back nonchalantly, and gloated: "I think you can choose a day to marry him. If it were someone else, your bed/photos would have been flying all over the sky."

Sheng Zhixin blushed at his blunt words, hesitated for a moment before continuing to ask: "Then Mr. Wen, did he say anything?"

"Nothing to say."

Lin Monai's expression was a little weird: "When I arrived, he just stared at you silently for a long time, probably thinking about how to get rid of you quietly."

Sheng Zhixin finished drinking the bottle of water in his hand, and said softly, "Brother Lin, do you have Teacher Wen's WeChat account? I want to say thank you to him."

Lin Monai raised his eyebrows, and pushed Wen Gu's business card to him.

Wen Gu's WeChat is as simple as he imagined, and his profile picture is a black and white artistic photo of himself.The person in the photo looked out the window with his head slightly raised, his long hair hanging down, covering his eyebrows and eyes, only revealing some sharp-edged side faces.

Sheng Zhixin stared at the photo for a long time, and found that he was a little moved.

Teacher Wen looks really good-looking.

It can be said that long hair styling is the most test of human facial features, if it is not suitable, it will look very greasy.But this look seems to be tailor-made for Wen Gu, and no one has such a high-end feeling.

He was looking at the beauty quietly here, when a dialog popped up on his phone

【Wind has passed your friend request】

Sheng Zhixin clicked in, pondered for a while, and typed a line: "I am Sheng Zhixin, thank you for taking care of me, I have caused you trouble, and I will treat you to dinner when you are free."

As soon as he sent it, the other party replied with "um".

Sheng Zhixin waited for a long time to write, but Wen Gu only replied "um" to himself after all.

So indifferent.

Sheng Zhixin pressed the lock screen, heaved a long sigh, and fell into the car seat.

After Lin Monai made the call over there, he waved to him: "Come, let's have a chat."

Sheng Zhixin rubbed over: "What are you talking about?"

"Sober up?"

Lin Monai squinted his eyes and looked at him for a while, confirming that his artist is still in good spirits, knocked on the back of the chair and said, "Are you considering changing companies?"

Sheng Zhixin raised his head in confusion: "Why did you change the company?"

"It's not like you don't know the current situation."

Lin Monai took a deep look at him: "You and Ai Xin broke up, and there was such an unpleasant quarrel just now. Bright Starlight is probably already discussing about you. You are like a boss to the company. They Aixin will not be allowed to have negative news."

Sheng Zhixin blinked.

He was stunned by the word "Xue Zang" and said, "Ah, so."

"Do you understand Xuezang? It's not semi-refrigerated," Lin Monai said, "There are no resources, no exposure, nothing, and it will be gradually forgotten."

"I know."

Sheng Zhixin lowered his eyes to look at the carpet, blinked again, suddenly felt a little sore in his eyes, wanted to cry but couldn't cry.

Lin Monai saw him like this, even if he had thousands of complaints, he didn't want to say it, so he stroked his hair again: "It's okay, I'll take you out to start a company, so I'll give you one, how about you being the prince of our company?" ?”

Sheng Zhixin turned his face slightly, pulled the corner of his mouth and forced a smile: "Brother Lin, I'm sorry, I shouldn't be so impulsive."

"Why the hell is it called impulsive?"

Lin Monai frowned, and his voice suddenly rose an octave: "You did nothing wrong. If I were tricked, I would feel sorry for myself if I didn't stick that pair of doggy men together and throw them into the Yellow River!"

"Don't comfort me, I..."

"Give me a word of advice," Lin Monai said, "I've had enough of being angry at this place, as long as you say yes, we will terminate the contract and leave tomorrow."

Sheng Zhixin looked at Lin Monai with mixed feelings in his heart.

Back then, Lin Monai was a newcomer who had just graduated from graduate school, and he was also a trainee who had just signed with the company.The two of them climbed to this day with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and they were about to make their way to the top, but they were destroyed by him.

Still feel sorry for him.

Lin Monai's family is in good condition, he is considered a rich second generation, but Sheng Zhixin knows the cost of starting an entertainment company, how could he let Lin Monai put all his family money in to gamble with him?

Lin Monai still has his own life, and it's not like he can't live without being an artist.

The car was parked outside Shengzhi Xinjia Community.He staggered out of the car door, leaned on the car window and said softly: "No, Brother Lin. It's not easy to start a company. I can't let you lose all your money for me."

"Don't you think it's a pity, Sheng Zhixin?" Lin Monai's tone became urgent, "I've never seen anyone who works harder, harder and more talented than you, but how did they treat you?"

Sheng Zhixin turned around, his heart was empty, but he still smiled: "Brother Lin, it's not worth it."

"Bad guy."

Lin Monai resisted cursing, and pointed his finger at his nose: "Go ahead and be your fucking good guy!"

Standing in the dim light of the street lights, Sheng Zhixin watched the car go away, took a deep breath, and slowly walked back home.

He didn't know if it was because of the cold weather or what, but he always felt that his legs were filled with lead, and they were extremely heavy.

If he went back half a day ago, he would definitely give himself a slap in the face, if he couldn't drink it, then don't drink it, it would be a shame to die.

I don't know how the people in the company will laugh at me, but it doesn't matter, anyway, he may never have the chance to sing again.

Thinking of this, Sheng Zhixin suddenly had a sore nose.

He slowly moved into the corridor, leaning against a wall covered in graffiti by a brat, and wiped his eyes hard.

It was me who was greened, and it was also me who was robbed of credit.Those twenty or thirty songs took him a year, and he never even had a signature.

But why should he be punished?

Sheng Zhixin thought about it like a dead end, but couldn't figure it out.

With trembling hands, he took out his cell phone from his pocket, trying to find someone to ask why.Big drops of tears fell on the screen, blurring his vision.

This is the end.

Since then, I have never had the opportunity to write and sing songs.

When he came back to his senses, he somehow clicked on Weibo.

He accidentally opened the "Wendy the Devil" dialog box, and typed a sentence with trembling hands: "Thank you for your company, I'm leaving, I may not be able to hold on."

After sending out these words, Sheng Zhixin sniffed, and prepared to go back to the rental house to pack his luggage.

He was about to put his phone back into his pocket when he heard a notification tone for a Weibo message.

[Wendy the Devil]: [Hugs] You won't go, I promise