After saving Meiqiang, I became popular all over the world

The sudden confession hit Qiao Zhihuan suddenly.

He was hugged tightly in Ye Cike's arms, and his whole body was submerged in the other's pleasant breath.

Ye Cike looked down at him: "Do you miss the place you came from?"

Qiao Zhihuan paused for a moment, and was about to think carefully, Ye Cike urged: "Don't think about it, just feel it first."

"...Actually, I didn't have any autonomy in my life before." Qiao Zhihuan said softly, "The teacher said I chose to dance, so I chose to dance. University, what major is determined by others. My life has been arranged by many people, but none of the arrangements come from myself.”

"The first thing I really made up my own mind about..." Qiao Zhihuan shyly glanced away at him, "I came to find you."

Ye Cike's eyes seemed to be lit up suddenly: "What did you say?"

Qiao Zhihuan's eyes wandered around, and finally raised his eyes slightly, staring at Ye Cike: "I said... I came here for you from the beginning."

Qiao Zhihuan's body lightened suddenly, and Ye Cike actually lifted him up, looking at him with bright eyes.

Ye Cike was smiling. Although his smile was slight, it was as touching as spring water melting.

Qiao Zhihuan lay on his shoulders, the tip of her nose brushed over his cheek obsessively, as if she had finally found the most fragrant place, and lightly bit the tip of his lips.

This kiss was lingering and sweet, and even the air was slightly melted.

Qiao Zhihuan was put down gently, and Ye Cike asked him, "So, can I take it as your consent?"

"I'm still thinking about how far they can correct the behavior they said, whether they will take me back directly, whether they will modify it directly..." Qiao Zhihuan touched Ye Cike's cheek lightly, "You."

No one could say for sure on this question, and the two fell into silence.

"However, that's something to consider later." Qiao Zhihuan took the initiative to wrap his wrist around him, "I'll stay with you tonight."

As night fell, it started to rain outside.

The storm shook the window lattices, but the house was peaceful.

Occasionally, some deep gasps leaked out in the darkness, which were blocked by deeper kisses.Ye Cike's body became hot from being entangled with him, and his heartbeat was mixed together noisily.

Huanhuan clung to his arms, her ears burning hot from the kiss, her eyes were shining brightly even in the dark, which was extraordinarily charming.

He suddenly smiled, and raised his body to Ye Cike's ear: "When did Teacher Ye start to notice me?"

Ye Cike's long eyelashes drooped slightly, and the extremely lovely Qiao Zhihuan was reflected in his dark eyes. His hot palm was placed on Qiao Zhihuan's waist, and he didn't go downstream, but the heat in his palm continued and steadily proclaimed his presence.

He thought for a moment, smiled lightly, and asked, "What do you think?"

"During "Mad Fairy"?"

"No."

"... a haunted house?"

Ye Cike smiled faintly: "So you have no idea about your own charm?"

Qiao Zhihuan's voice was soft, and there was still a hint of dissatisfaction in her tone: "I think you were neither salty nor rude to me at first."

"I'm afraid you're the only one who thinks so."

Qiao Zhihuan lowered his head slightly, and stroked the tattoo on his neck with his fingertips. Ye Cike's arms stiffened, and he said "itch".

It's fine if he doesn't say anything, but Qiao Zhihuan intensifies when he talks about it, deliberately scratching the side of his neck lightly with the edge of a finger, and passing over his Adam's apple like water.

He was having a good time, but he didn't expect that his wrist was suddenly caught behind his back. Ye Cike immediately pressed him up. The weight of an adult man made him unable to move, and his body was forced to open. Then, the warm and soft touch stretched out. The numbness in the back of his neck quickly dissipated.

Qiao Zhihuan subconsciously twisted his shoulders, but the other party didn't seem to understand his signal at all. Pressing him, he licked and stroked lightly with the tip of his teeth. The soft and sharp touches alternated. He felt his whole body trembling, unconsciously. A sentence leaked from the nasal cavity, "Don't. It's itchy, it's really itchy."

Ye Cike paused.

The two of them used the same shower gel, with a woody scent mixed with rose scent, but if they sniffed deeply, they could still smell a faint sweet scent, reminiscent of the early summer in June, and it was Qiao Zhihuan's own scent.

He closed his eyes, and rubbed the tip of his nose against Qiao Zhihuan's side cheek. After the experience just now, even this contact was full of danger.

"Huanhuan. Huanhuan." Ye Cike stacked on top of him, calling his name like a babble, he stopped at a short distance away, and said in a low voice: "I'm not a saint, Qiao Zhihuan."

Qiao Zhihuan heard his cryptic subtext, so she just lay her pillow in his arms and didn't move any more.

"Go to sleep, there is still recording tomorrow."

Before the recording was eliminated the next day, Qiao Zhihuan was brought to an office by the staff.

As soon as the staff opened the door, Zhao Yingjie happened to come out from inside, both of them were startled.

Zhao Yingjie scanned the two of them for a week: "What are you doing here?"

Qiao Zhihuan shook his head and couldn't tell. He was called over by the staff as soon as he arrived at the dormitory, and he didn't say who he wanted to meet on the way or what the purpose was.

"There are still people inside, you probably have to wait a while," Zhao Yingjie said.

The three of them stood outside the door, waiting boredly, Zhao Yingjie suddenly laughed at him: "Huanhuan, why are your buttons being torn off so quickly, come, come with me."

Taking advantage of the staff's hesitation, Zhao Yingjie directly dragged Qiao Zhihuan to the bathroom.

This is one of the few places in the base without cameras. Zhao Yingjie checked all the compartments one by one, and suddenly turned around: "Take off the uniform jacket."

Qiao Zhihuan was a little dazed.

"Hurry up, before it's too long, people outside will become suspicious. I'll change one with you." Zhao Yingjie quickly took off his coat, "You saved me, I won't hurt you."

Qiao Zhihuan weighed for a moment, took off her uniform and exchanged it with him.

He could barely wear Zhao Yingjie's coat, but Zhao Yingjie was stunned as soon as he put on his uniform coat. The sleeves were half a palm long, and the size was obviously wrong: "Is this your uniform coat? It's so big?"

"Ms. Ye borrowed it from me." Qiao Zhihuan said briefly, "He likes to be clean, so you should wear it carefully."

Zhao Yingjie's uniform was too big, and he was afraid of being worn out, so he ran away when he got out of the bathroom. Qiao Zhihuan went back to the door of the office by himself, but he happened to bump into a profiteer coming out of it.

...What exactly is this place, and why did the students come to report one by one.

Qiao Zhihuan called him a profiteer, but the profiteer waved his hand absently as if he had something on his mind, and left in a hurry.

Qiao Zhihuan glanced curiously, and the staff next to him reminded: "Mr. Qiao, you can go in now."

As soon as he entered the door, four tall and burly bodyguards surrounded him. One of them held a metal detector and scanned it back and forth from head to toe. Qiao Zhi frowned unhappyly: "I didn't bring a mobile phone, nor did I have any electronic devices."

The staff who came in with him explained with a smile: "Don't be angry, it's just a routine job, it's the same for everyone."

After passing the bodyguards, he was led to a tea room, where a female tea artist was wearing a cheongsam and was ironing a cup of tea, planning to make tea.

"Wrong, wrong!"

One person yelled and walked quickly to the tea table, and took off the warm purple sand tea set with wooden tweezers, "It's new. Mr. Peng is particular about drinking tea, and you should use a white porcelain cup for black tea."

Qiao Zhihuan raised her eyebrows, "Mr. Peng".

The tea master hastily expressed his thanks, took out the white porcelain tureen from the side cabinet, and re-warmed the cup.

"Yuntian, don't be so fierce, why don't you drink some tea and be easy-going, Zisha is also useful."

Peng Qiang laughed loudly, entered the tea room from the side door, the person called Yun Tian winked and pulled the grand master's chair away, and asked Peng Qiang to sit down.

"You don't know each other yet?" Peng Qiang smiled and nodded at the people around him, "Yun Tian, ​​the newly popular rookie this year is just three or four months ahead of you."

Qiao Zhihuan twitched the corners of her mouth, and Quan Dang smiled, thinking what kind of monster Peng Qiang was going to do again.

Peng Qiang raised his hand, Yun Tian bent down quickly, cut the cigar, lit it, and handed it to Peng Qiang.

He slowed down his movements, as if he wanted Qiao Zhihuan to see more clearly.

Qiao Zhihuan stared at the table, not bothering to look at it.

Two cups of tea were placed in front of them, Peng Qiang shook his hand, and the tea artisan and Yun Tian retreated knowingly.

Peng Qiang pushed the teacup in front of Qiao Zhihuan with his own hands: "Little Qiao, you are close to the students, who do you think will stand out this year?"

Qiao Zhihuan was neither salty nor dull: "Vice President Peng just say what you want to say, I have to rush to record later."

The blue veins on Peng Qiang's forehead throbbed, and they almost didn't tense.

Qiao Zhihuan was especially good in the card battle, but his temper was too stubborn.

After thinking about it, he still wanted to try to take Qiao Zhihuan for his own use, so he called him over specially.Peng Qiang managed to force a smile: "Have you seen Yuntian? Before, it was an [-]th line. If you want fame, you don't have fame, and you want resources. You don't have resources. I cooperated with us at the end of last year, and at the beginning of this year, an S+ drama became an instant hit. Next, he still has at least five or six dramas to be aired, and now the major variety shows are queuing up for him to appear, and there are too many drama offers to watch, and it is expected that he will be at his peak in the next three to five years."

"Do you think he has good qualifications?" Peng Qiang said, "I think he is far inferior to you."

Qiao Zhihuan didn't answer.

Whether other people are popular or not, how popular they are, and their aptitude, essentially has nothing to do with him.

Peng Qiang tried his best to put on a kind expression: "I know that everyone in the market is scolding. Dacheng doesn't make good things, but only makes some bad movies, saying that our bad money drives out good money. But the problem is that the market More than 80% of the episodes are either our dramas or our investment. No matter how much they criticize, they still have to watch it.

"Those who don't like to watch will be lost. Gradually, only audiences who can accept our style are left in the market. This is called taming the market."

Qiao Zhihuan sneered at the absurdity.

"We can even tame the market." Peng Qiang stared at him triumphantly, "Do you think you have such qualifications, if you cooperate with us—"

Qiao Zhihuan couldn't stand it anymore, and immediately got up: "Has Mr. Peng finished speaking? I'll leave first."

Peng Qiang endured it, but the veins on his forehead twitched violently.

He gritted his teeth and broke into a smile: "You know that after debut, the management rights of all the debut groups will be transferred to Big Orange, right? From now on, we will be a family, and we don't have to fight so stiffly."

Peng Qiang stretched out his hand towards him, but Qiao Zhihuan gave him a cold look and ignored him.

He couldn't help but pretend to serve tea, and took a sip: "I heard that when Lao Lei was the chief director, he was not honest with you. What kind of gambling agreement did you make when he signed you? If you are willing to cooperate, The VAM agreement can be terminated through negotiation."

Qiao Zhihuan suddenly smiled very lightly: "——The current popularity of the program has increased tenfold; the intermediate income of the program group has exceeded 2 million; during the competition, it has won at least one first-tier brand's blue blood endorsement."

Peng Qiang was stunned for a moment, and what he repeated were all the main terms of the bet at that time.

"If I remember correctly, I have almost fulfilled all the main conditions. As long as the agreement expires, you must cash in a seven-figure bonus."

Qiao Zhihuan leaned back a little, and sat on the grand master's chair in an extremely stretched posture: "Mr. Peng, if it were you, would you terminate the agreement?"

Peng Qiang stared, trying to say something, but his lips twitched weakly.

He had never been so frustrated in his life.

Moreover, he was clearly more powerful, so why did Qiao Zhihuan's aura overwhelm him.

Obviously he has the resources and contacts, so why is this Qiao Zhihuan not bowing his head to death.

"Mr. Peng wants to chat in the future, so I advise you to talk to someone else."

Qiao Zhihuan lowered her eyes, smiled coldly and softly, got up and left.

He didn't even touch the tea on the table.

Before the recording, the background was busy.

Qiao Zhihuan ran into Zhao Yingjie just before going on stage, and the two hid in the lounge, unbuttoned their uniforms, and were about to change back their coats, when the door of the lounge was suddenly pushed open.

Ye Cike stood at the door and looked in suspiciously.

Qiao Zhihuan was wearing an oversized uniform jacket, and was holding a uniform jacket in his hand, and he and Zhao Yingjie were pulling one end.

Ye Cike's complexion suddenly sank, and he frowned slightly.