My boss is my fan [Transmigration Book]

"Did I look too contrived just now?"

After Shen's father left, Wen Yumang asked Gu Siming in a low voice.

"Why do you think so?" Gu Siming moved closer and raised his hand, as if he wanted to comfort Wen Yumang, but he didn't know how to move it, so he just put his hand on his shoulder weakly, " You are a junior, so he will only think that he should speak like this, and will not find any problems."

"You don't ask me why I said that?" Wen Yumang put down his glass and turned his head slightly.

Gu Siming put the wine glass on a tray and asked the waiter to take it away: "You will tell me when you want to talk."

While talking, Gu Siming took Wen Yumang's right hand and patted it lightly.

"What are you doing, are you shooting ashes?" Wen Yumang was puzzled and felt a little funny.

"Ah."

"My hands are clean."

"I just touched something dirty." Gu Siming said blankly, "Okay."

Wen Yumang recalled that he didn't do anything with this hand, except to hold the cup, and he seemed to touch Father Shen just now...

Wen Yumang gave a "tsk", and said with a teasing smile: "It turns out that Mr. Gu also had such naive moments."

Gu Siming stuffed a tiramisu into Wen Yumang's hand: "Eat something."

Wen Yumang took the plate with a smile.

I'm really hungry.

"I know my dad wants to vent my anger on me, but our business with the Shen family has already started, and it must not be interrupted."

While eating, Wen Yumang pulled his attention away from the tiramisu and said this in a low voice.

But Gu Siming understood: "So your brother didn't come today because of this plan?"

Wen Yumang nodded while putting the spoon into his mouth: "But it's true that there is something going on in the company, it kills two birds with one stone."

"No, I can't eat anymore." Wen Yumang put down the plate and stretched his arms.

Gu Siming frowned: "Why, isn't it to your liking?"

"Frowning again, frowning again!" Wen Yumang stretched out his index finger and poked Gu Siming's forehead, "I don't often eat sweets, and I feel a little tired."

"You don't like sweets?" Why did the previous information show that he likes sweets?

"Maybe." Wen Yumang shrugged his shoulders indifferently, "I'm not picky eaters, I'll eat anything, and occasionally I'll have a sudden craving for something sweet, but I don't eat it often."

"Okay." Gu Siming nodded thoughtfully.

"I don't want to offend the Shen family, and this matter is their family's fault. If I cooperate with them regardless of the past, it will benefit my family."

"Actually, you don't have to think about it," Gu Siming said, "Uncle Wen and you, brother, they will take care of it."

"How can this work?" Wen Yumang pretended to give Gu Siming a blank look, "The one who relies on others is the princess, and only relying on oneself is the hardworking worker! I want to create value with my own hands, capitalists like you don't understand of!"

Gu Siming had a rare smile on his face, but he didn't admit it: "Slick tongue."

Just at this time, a waiter passed by and asked them what they needed. Gu Siming stopped the waiter and brought Wen Yumang a bottle of Paris water.

"Aren't you tired of talking? Let's drink."

Wen Yumang flattered him very politely: "Thank you, Mr. Gu! Mr. Gu, you are so considerate. You are really different from other filthy capitalists!"

Gu Siming lowered his head and seemed to be smiling. Wen Yumang was drinking water with his head up. It was really hard to see from this angle.

Gu Siming picked up the spoon that Wen Yumang put on the plate, and scooped up the tiramisu.

"Oh oh~ It turns out that Mr. Gu likes to eat sweets!" Wen Yumang deliberately teased, "But this is the one I ate, why don't you just eat a new one?"

"I just said that I want to overthrow the dirty capitalists." Gu Siming continued to scoop up a spoonful, calmly, "Do you need capitalists to teach you the principle of not wasting food?"

"Cut," Wen Yumang curled his lips, "How come you have learned to catch people's words and make fun of them?"

"It's almost dark." Gu Siming finished the cake with three strokes, put down the spoon and plate, and said with a chuckle, "I learned from you."

"Nonsense," Wen Yumang refused to admit his "evil deeds", "I didn't! Why don't you learn from the good ones and learn from the bad ones!"

Turning his eyes, Wen Yumang laughed again: "Hey, let me tell you, Mr. Gu knew from the beginning that I don't like sweets. I wanted to eat sweets but I was worried that it would damage my image, so I gave them to me on purpose. Get tiramisu, so you can eat sweets by yourself, right?"

Gu Siming turned sideways to make it easier for the waiter to collect the dishes: "Well, I can learn from your rich imagination."

"Hmph." Wen Yumang smiled and glared at Gu Siming, without any deterrent effect.

"I'm learning photography recently." Gu Siming suddenly said without end.

"?so?"

"If you're okay, can you let me take a picture?"

"Yo, it turns out that Mr. Gu wanted to shoot me~" Wen Yumang clicked his tongue in amazement, "This is a different price."

"Okay, okay," Gu Siming smiled helplessly, "I'll give you another price, and it will be the New Year's money."

"New year's money?" Wen Yumang was dissatisfied, "You are not my elder."

"Why not, I'm the same age as your brother." Gu Siming took Wen Yumang to get the camera.

"You don't want me to recognize you as a brother, do you?" Wen Yumang couldn't believe it, "Mr. Gu, no, you are not like that!"

Gu Siming stroked Wen Yumang's hair: "No, I am."

It's thin, soft, and fluffy. Gu Siming has long wanted to stroke it, and this time he can finally do it!

but……

Gu Siming looked at his hands, then at Wen Yumang's hair: "Have you applied pomade?"

"A little bit." Wen Yumang said while arranging his hair, "After all, this is a formal occasion."

"It doesn't feel good."

"If it's not good, it's not good." Wen Yumang snorted coldly, "Who made you move?"

Gu Siming shook his head regretfully.

After picking up the phone, Gu Siming walked out of the company with Wen Yumang.

"Where are you going to shoot, isn't it in the studio?"

"Let's go on location," Gu Siming said, "there is no venue in the company."

"Okay, listen to you."

This is the park near Gu Siming's company. Wen Yumang turned his head to look around, and then looked at his white suit.

"But it's not appropriate for me to dress like this?"

"Then take off your coat and put it on your arms." Gu Siming immediately changed roles and became a styling guide.

"Is it up to me to pose casually?"

"Ah."

After Gu Siming adjusted the camera, he saw Wen Yumang squatting beside a tree.

"Come and see, there is a hole in the root of this tree!" Wen Yumang's tone was very excited, and he called Gu Siming without raising his head.

Gu Siming stepped forward to take a look, and said, "It may be a squirrel's hole."

"Don't squirrels live in trees?"

Gu Siming: "..."

Gu Siming touched the bridge of his nose in embarrassment, and said without words: "Do you want to shoot here?"

"Okay!" Wen Yumang flipped over here and there, and turned out a relatively thick branch.

"I'll stick it in to play, you can take a picture!" After speaking, Wen Yumang stretched the branch into the tree hole and pounded it twice.

The sun is in full bloom, and clusters of light are menacing. They want to show their viciousness, but they are blocked by countless branches. They have to squeeze through layers of leaves, turn into spots of light, and gently pour on Wen Yumang's hair.

The hair that had been meticulously combed with pomade had been made fluffy by Gu Siming just now, some of them fell apart, and some of them curled up again.

And the owner of this hair is wearing a white suit vest, through which others can see the white shirt and dark blue tie inside.As if he was afraid of the heat, his coat was wrapped around his arms. This kind of behavior was very suitable for the environment he was in.

Even if he is holding a tree branch to "plot evil", he can't hide the aura around him.

Like a painting.

Gu Siming, who has limited language skills, said so.

Gu Siming didn't let go of such a scenery, and took several pictures in succession.

The two wandered around the company park for almost an hour, and they didn't go back until they received a message from Gu's father.

****

After the banquet, Gu Siming turned on his mobile phone, and the previously hired photography team sent him some photos.

"Mr. Gu, we have already taken photos of the people you asked us to take at the banquet. Here are the photos."

"But Mr. Gu, you stayed with him all the time. We didn't take a single photo. I'm very sorry."

Gu Siming clicked on the photos and flipped through them. As expected of a professional team, each photo was taken very well. Even if it was a snapshot, the composition, lighting and framing were still very particular.

Gu Siming replied: "It's okay, it's okay with me, thanks for your hard work."

"Where."

Gu Siming sent another post: "I also took a few photos today, take a look and see if there are any problems I need to improve."

After finishing speaking, I copied the few photos I took today to the computer and uploaded them to the other party.

Gu Siming clicked on vb again and boarded his "big fan account".

The trumpet of Wen Yumang's father's fan: "The photo of the Chinese teacher at the Gu family's anniversary celebration today. (18 photos attached)"

After thinking about it, I felt it was inappropriate, so I changed the name of the vb account—as a qualified big fan, how could I use such a random trumpet?

Gu Siming struggled for a long time, and thought that apart from the official bar, Wen Yumang's other big fan sites all had the style of "Wen Yumang's mother station" and "Wen Yumang's only girlfriend", so he put himself The name was changed to "Uncle Wen Yumang Station".

The reason why it is called Uncle, instead of continuing to be called "Papa Fan", is because the previous account has been pulled over by fans with "Wen Yumang's Mother Station".

I beg everyone not to be too sensitive, if you see a name that corresponds to you, just pull Lang!Really speechless!

Mr. Gu also has helpless moments.

And Wen Yumang really has a father, but no uncle.

The way to reduce shame is get!

******

As soon as Gu Siming posted vb online, Wen Yumang's old fans who had followed him before discovered that he had changed his name.

Lobster rice is an invention of the gods: "Why did our Qinda station change its name?"

Hmm, I got it: "Shocked! How can you be so friendly in the future? Isn't this a mess with your mother?"

The sound of the oolong is so delicious: "Forbidden incest and immoral avi, please add vx: %&*$#^+... There are more packaged contents, come quickly!"

Hmm, I got it: "@声声沙龙 is so delicious, I'm dying of laughter, be careful if someone seriously reports you, Mr. Jia will blow up your account in a while."

The sound of oolong is so delicious: "The clips should be clipped or not clipped, and the ones that should not be clipped are crazy. Our father's big size has not been released yet (desperate)."

The Gu family is originally a family in the capital, and the company they run is well-known throughout the country, so many young people who often surf the Internet know about today's anniversary.

So some passers-by who didn't pay attention to him all replied after swiping to vb.

Marshal Joyful Dudu: "Wow! The blogger has some connections! Even the Gu family's anniversary celebration can take pictures!"

If there is no actual practice: "Then the blogger must have gone too?"

Hmm, I got it: "That's for sure! Otherwise, where did the big picture come from?"

You're right: "What a great network! I'm sore!"

Quack quack quack quack: "What is sour! I don't care, just hug my thighs! As long as you hang out with Da Da, we will have a fresh Chinese teacher to watch! Isn't this too happy?"

Taro Bobo Milk Tea: "Agreed! Happy! But can you tell us quietly, who else went to this event?"

Oh ke oh ke: "Blogger 666! But I don't think there is any official posting pictures yet, so bloggers post pictures directly, isn't that good?"

Budget seriousness: "Exactly! Isn't this considered stealing materials? Advice to delete!"

Hmm, I got it: "Ah... have you had enough performances with the two black skins upstairs? At least you should clear your account before acting? I searched for the Chinese teacher on your homepage and found it. You can count the number of microblogs with one hand, but someone, hehe!"

Budget seriousness: "Do you care which fan I am? Have I said that I am a fan of Wen Yumang? It's wrong to be bored at first, so I can't say anymore? Wen Yumang's fan circle is really scary, Smelly powder, vomit!"

Hmm, I got it: "Don't argue with idiots, just blacklist and report it, thank you! But then again, this is not an open commercial activity, so where did the sneaky material come from? Find out more Let's talk, black for black, is it interesting? Speechless!"

Gu Siming glanced at the comment area, saw this, and turned to contact the Publicity Department.