Gao Leng's opponent is actually my clay plastic powder

"...The notebook of Director Li's new play has already been sent to you, don't forget. Speaking of this, I originally wanted to accept Director Wang's new movie for you, but you turned around and agreed to Director Li's top." The second role."

"It's not impossible. After all, Director Li is your bole. It just so happens that the actor who was originally scheduled is hospitalized again. I can't find anything good for a while...but it's not the best choice."

"But just sign it. Anyway, you are free recently, so you can go there."

"Song Yuzhou? Song Yuzhou! Don't tell me you're not listening!"

The manager's rambling voice suddenly stopped, Song Yuzhou came back to his senses, glanced at him, and responded with a "hmm".

Zhao Fan was immediately blown away by his glance: "Huh, what? Is it good or not? You really weren't listening! Well, I know!"

The heartbroken accusations from the manager lasted for a full 10 minutes. From the beginning of Song Yuzhou's career, he talked about how difficult it was for him. Fortunately, he has made it through now. He has a talent for impromptu speeches.

However, the audience didn't seem to buy it very much. At least in Zhao Fan's view, during the 10 minutes of his speech, Song Yuzhou didn't even move his eyebrows, and the expression on his face was as flat as ever.

So Zhao Fan shut up, and he picked up the chrysanthemum tea on the table and took a big sip, trying to suppress the anger rising up.

Seeing that he stopped talking, Song Yuzhou spoke slowly, condensed what Zhao Fan said just now into a few short sentences, repeated it exactly, and looked up at Zhao Fan again.

Meaning he listened.

Zhao Fan was speechless all of a sudden, and choked out a sentence for a long time: "... a 10-minute intermission."

Song Yuzhou nodded slightly.

The mobile phone beside him vibrated suddenly, Song Yuzhou picked it up casually, and clicked into the pop-up window.

The numbers "0411" on the personal homepage are very conspicuous.

The little red dots of comments and likes are still rising, and Song Yuzhou remembered that this Weibo has not been set to stop reminding.He casually clicked into the comment section and took a look. He was basically lamenting that the company was not a human being, and it really didn't release any movement for five months.

Not to mention showing his face, he didn't even announce the itinerary, so he just said "retreat and study" to dismiss the matter.

—— Mrs. Wuwuwu finally posted on Weibo, and the output is still as good-looking as ever!

——It’s rice!Fresh rice!My wife is really a Bodhisattva descending to save all beings [tears]

——I broke my defense, I really broke my defense, because of this broken company, I haven't seen my treasure for five whole months!My life has lost its color, and my neurosis broke out in an instant. I just threw away my armor and armor. Do you think I still care about it! (Wuwu yes I care, please let me see my treasure more!

——The wife posted two Weibo posts in a row today, do you also miss Yaoyao who seems to have evaporated for five months?Some bosses did micro-expression and body language analysis, and Yaobao's attitude at that time was obviously evasive and vigilant.I just said that our Yaobao must hate Song Yuzhou very much! !It's unlucky to bump into him after five months when he showed up for the first time! !

This comment obviously made many people feel the same way. The number of likes even surpassed the original blog, and the number of comments in the building was as high as nearly a hundred.

Song Yuzhou's gaze stayed for a moment.

"By the way, Yuzhou." The sound of knuckles hitting the glass tabletop sounded, Zhao Fan cleared his throat, and said seriously: "This time it's business."

He subconsciously looked up.

Zhao Fan raised his mobile phone to signal to him: "It's about the studio. There are some problems that haven't been resolved. Now I'm going to the company to talk. Are you going?"

Although Zhao Fan asked this question, he knew in his heart that Song Yuzhou probably wouldn't go.After all, from the preparation of the studio to the present, except for the things that required him to be present, other things were handled by Zhao Fan on his behalf.

They are nominally a broker-artist relationship, but in fact they are more of a partner relationship.

But whether to go is one thing, whether to ask is another.

As the big boss of the studio, Song Yuzhou must at least know about such a thing.

Unsurprisingly, Song Yuzhou didn't care about it: "Just go."

Zhao Fan nodded and took back his mobile phone: "Okay, I see. Today is probably all these things, nothing else. Then I will go first."

Song Yuzhou said "hmm" again.

"I know, um, um," Zhao Fan stood up from the chair, and whispered as he walked out, "Forget it. It's fine if you don't go, lest you and Meng Shuyao run into each other."

"Now you're all part of the same company—although you've just left. But when you run into each other, you must say hello. Once you say hello, I'll be run over by He Jing. It's better not to go..."

"--Wait a moment."

The cold voice interrupted Zhao Fanxu's voice, he turned his head and said in surprise: "What's the matter? Do you want to go together too?"

As soon as Zhao Fan finished speaking, Song Yuzhou seemed to be awakened by this sentence suddenly, and his expression was stunned for a moment.

The hand hanging by his side tightened, but soon, he turned his head to avoid Zhao Fan's gaze, and said in a low voice, "...um."

Xinyue Entertainment, as one of the Big Three entertainment companies, is famous for producing good actors.The building is located in the central business district of the city, and the trademark is so large that it can be seen at a glance.

It has rich resources and a wide network of contacts. It has produced many top-tier actors and stars. It is also famous for its strict requirements and cruel training.

In addition, the signer does not take popularity as the criterion, and there is even a precedent of refusing to be a popular idol and turning around but signing Hubi—and later facts have proved that Xinyue scout's vision is not bad, and Hubi has become a well-deserved one. top stream.

This has led to countless new faces wanting to enter the building every day.

After all, there has always been a saying, "Joining Xinyue is quite a step into the top trend".

This temptation is too great. All the little stars who want to break out in the entertainment industry will not be tempted.

Meng Shuyao looked up at Xinyue's logo, lowered the brim of her hat, and hurried in.

He Jing suddenly called him an hour ago and asked him to come to Xinyue to sign the contract now, saying that the time was ahead of schedule, but she didn't say the specific reason.

After Meng Shuyao found the office according to He Jing's instructions, she found that she was still on the phone.

"...We had already agreed at that time," He Jing looked irritable, "What's the matter with you suddenly changing the time? They are not free, so are we just idle all day long?" Meng Shuyao, who sat on the sofa very naturally, continued, "Forget it, I don't want to talk about it. Hurry up now."

After hanging up the phone, He Jing picked up a document from the table and handed it to Meng Shuyao: "Take a look, this is the contract they proposed."

"If you have any questions, just ask, and someone here will come over to connect with you in a while."

Meng Shuyao nodded, and looked through the contract seriously: "Okay."

Within 2 minutes, He Jing's cell phone rang again. She told Meng Shuyao to read the documents carefully, then answered the call with a frown, got up, opened the door and went out.

She was always busy, and Meng Shuyao didn't mind that she wasn't with him—as Xinyue's gold medal manager, He Jing had more than one artist under him.

The contract was drawn up in great detail, and the conditions were considered generous for Meng Shuyao's current coffee position.Although he knew there was a high probability that there would be no problem, Meng Shuyao still asked for an electronic version to send to his brother just to be on the safe side.

His brother probably took a minute out of his busy schedule to send the contract to the assistant. After a while, he replied "Yes" to Meng Shuyao, and asked him "Do you want someone to change the contract for you?"

Meng Shuyao said no.

His brother didn't speak any more.

He Jing didn't intend to come back at all, and she didn't reply to her WeChat messages. Meng Shuyao looked around, but didn't see any drinking fountains.

He came out in a hurry, and now he was so thirsty, so after thinking about it, he decided to go out and look for it by himself.

Meng Shuyao is still a bit unfamiliar with this place.

Although this is his own company, as soon as he debuted, he signed another economic company that is more suitable for cultivating idols. The contract with Xinyue has not been fully finalized, it is not easy to make an announcement, and it is even more difficult for him to come here, even the acting class is in the dormitory temporarily assigned by the company.

I don't know how long ago I was last here.

The corridor was very quiet, and there were almost no people there. Meng Shuyao walked along for a few minutes, and saw the door sign that said "Tea Room".

He turned on the light, and took out a paper cup, ready to get some water for himself.

But this automatic water dispenser does not know why it has been unable to operate normally.

Meng Shuyao frowned and studied carefully for a while, and pressed several buttons, but still failed to release the water.

……never mind.

He licked his dry lips and thought, why not just go down and buy mineral water.

However, before the thought was finished, the back of the hand felt hot, and then the pain hit instantly——

Meng Shuyao didn't react at all, and looked down at his hand in a daze, but his arm was suddenly held tightly, and then a strong force pulled him back.

He seemed to have fallen into someone's arms.

The faint and unfamiliar woody aroma penetrated into the tip of his nose, and the man wrapped his shoulders with one hand, and turned off the water dispenser with the other hand.

The sound of ticking water gradually diminished.

The small tea room suddenly fell silent, with only the sound of light breathing.

The people behind gradually became stiff.

Meng Shuyao came back to his senses, and immediately stood up straight in the person's arms, and took a few steps back before looking up.

The man was tall and straight, his hair was simply styled, his nose bridge was high, his eyebrows were deep, his jawline was distinct, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and he looked indifferent and unapproachable.

Even though he had hardly met each other, Meng Shuyao recognized him immediately.

It is Song Yuzhou.

But he didn't seem quite right.

If you look closely, you can see that his whole body is tense and his face is cold, like a fully drawn bow.

Meng Shuyao brought him in to think for a moment: I was originally doing good deeds, but I accidentally helped someone I hated, especially because this hated person just got into a hot search with me yesterday because of their disagreement.

How to think how to respond.

So he immediately understood Song Yuzhou's ugly expression.

After a while, Song Yuzhou's gaze slowly shifted to the back of Meng Shuyao's hand.

His skin is thin, and a little bit of force can leave red marks. At this time, the hot boiling water is poured down, and it is almost red, which is particularly shocking on the back of the porcelain white hand.

Meng Shuyao's scalp was numb from his sight, and he wanted to run out of the tea room immediately, but Song Yuzhou blocked the door, and he couldn't sneak out even if he wanted to.

Just when he was about to bite the bullet and speak, Song Yuzhou suddenly moved.

He opened the drawer next to the water dispenser sideways, and took out a tube of burn ointment from it.

That action was obviously intended to hand it to Meng Shuyao, but the expression on his face was not the same.

Frowning tightly, the corners of the mouth are slightly downturned, showing an uncomfortable look, even uglier than when Meng Shuyao met him for the first time, it seems that in the next second, because he can't bear to be in contact with Meng Shuyao Get out more.

Stop embarrassing yourself.

This sentence stuck in Meng Shuyao's mouth, but was not uttered.

He usually doesn't like to expose people in person.

So Meng Shuyao could only smile embarrassingly, put his injured hand behind his back without any trace, and said euphemistically: "Mr. Song, who is not serious, just looks scary."

That means don't.

Song Yuzhou's brows seemed to wrinkle even more, the hand holding the tube of burn ointment still didn't let go, and he said with care, "Take it."

It seemed that he really didn't want to say a word to Meng Shuyao.

He just blocked the door like this, Meng Shuyao couldn't run even if he wanted to, but when he remembered that he had slapped him in the face when he first debuted, his rebellious heart also came up, and he didn't refuse anymore, and stretched out his hand to pick up the ointment on Song Yuzhou's hand.

The fingertips felt warm to the touch, and the body temperature was a little higher than that of Meng Shuyao, which was transmitted along the small contact skin. Before he had time to apologize, Song Yuzhou, who was standing well, reacted suddenly and shook his hand suddenly, even He took a step back uncontrollably, and with the range of his movements, the tube of ointment, which was held by one person for a short period, was thrown out, and it landed on the marble tile surface with a crisp sound.

The unique medicinal smell of scald ointment permeates the small tea room.

The distance between the two of them was instantly increased because they had to pass the ointment to shorten the distance.

Meng Shuyao didn't expect Song Yuzhou to react so much when his finger was accidentally touched, and he was a little dazed at the moment.

No way, you hate me so much, is it necessary to touch me by accident...

He was not happy to be treated so obviously, he didn't want to apply the ointment, and he didn't want to talk too much. He just thought that it would be best not to touch him again in the future, so he said bluntly: "Teacher Song, but I will find Jing My sister applied the medicine, so I don’t need this one.”

Song Yuzhou's face seemed a little dazed, and also a little bit of remorse.

Meng Shuyao suspected that he was not clear-headed when he got up early, otherwise how could he see such emotions in Song Yuzhou.

If you say it, you will be ridiculed, isn't it?

There were bursts of tingling pain on the back of his hand, Meng Shuyao was not in the mood to delve into it further, he said perfunctorily "I'll go first" and opened the door of the tea room. When he passed by Song Yuzhou, he raised his hand , seemed to want to step forward to say something, but was finally interrupted by the gently closed door.

The tea room fell silent.

Song Yuzhou still maintained a posture as if he was trying to hold someone back, and thought about that comment inappropriately.

It took a long time before he bent down to pick up the tube of burn ointment on the ground. The reddish-brown ointment was all over his hands, and the fingertips holding the ointment were slightly white.

The author has something to say:

Note: If you are burnt, rinse it with cold water first, and do not use burn ointment directly!

Cherish the "mature and calm" 0411 who only posted two Weibos in the past few months

as well as,

Xiao Song's surface in this chapter: facial paralysis.jpg

In this chapter, Xiao Song's heart: ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! ! !The wife can really hug her in her arms at once! ! ! !So nervous, so nervous, so nervous, my abdominal muscles and chest muscles have been trained very well recently, my wife must feel it when she leans on me! ! ! !Will my wife find me attractive? !But it's too hard to hurt my wife! !If I fall in love with my wife, will he hate me? ! ! !

Afewmomentslater: "Tonight I am the sad bear at midnight", "Sad people don't listen to slow songs", "In the 30 seconds when I hold you, are you worried that you will often see me in the company in the future, or the ointment after making a wish I paint it all", "Broken Love Song", "My Wife Really Hates Me QAQ"

The remote perspective of this chapter: He really hates me!

The reader's perspective of this chapter: He loves him so much.jpg

The author’s perspective of this chapter: Let’s just say that the only way for some facial paralysis (specifically) to get a wife is to rely on arranged marriages (yin and yang weirdness)