After Assistant Salted Fish was targeted by President Ba

Yilan is a subsidiary established by Chi Lan under the name of her father.Since its establishment, Mr. Chi has settled in a little capital and support staff at the beginning, and then withdrew them when it stabilized. Now the scale is getting bigger and bigger, and it has even expanded two floors.

In the past, only experienced and good-looking Internet celebrities were selected for a commission, which was the same as that of an intermediary company. Now it is high-end, and they have to conduct selection and training. I heard that some of them are going to develop in the direction of the entertainment industry.

There are actually quite a few newcomers during this period. Both men and women seem to have just come out of society, immature and young, and their eyes are full of expectations for the future.

There was a lot of battle today, and a mighty crowd walked from upstairs to downstairs, calling out the heads of various departments and questioning them briefly.

Through the glass window, Wen Ling saw a pair of attracted eyes, and some of them gave a silent "wow".

According to Fang Chuli's request, these are impossible to catch the eye, and Chi Lan has a bottom line in his heart, so he took a bunch of selected personnel.

Everyone had a copy of the list, but Fang Chuli sat at the back, like a supervisor.The five Chengtai managers in the conference room sat upright like thorns on their backs, not daring to be sloppy.

Wen Ling sat a little further back than Fang Chuli, and also held a list in his hand, which was more than eighty pages long, and each page was an introduction similar to a resume.

He has a headache.

Chi Lan's company does have something to offer. Apart from incubating Internet celebrities, it also packs several little-known stars, and it's still the kind of small traffic with a large fan base.

Influenced by Fang Chuli, Wenling's taste is more sunny and ostentatious, so he flipped through a few photos, and had an eye for a sports boy wearing a forehead protector. He was a dancer from a certain group. There are a lot of fans, at least the publicity can cover a little wider. He remembered that there was a gym that needed such a male model, and he couldn't help but take the pen in his hand to write down.

Fang Chuli suddenly coughed in front of him, and glanced at the paper in his hand from the corner of his eye.

"Assistant Wen," Fang Chuli didn't turn his head, and looked at the Internet celebrities who came in one by one, "What is the advantage of this person that attracts you? He looks like Chi Lan?"

Wen Ling: "..."

This is no different from an interview, except that there are more fancy performances, and those who don't know think they are going to shoot some blockbuster movie.

He stopped his hand and stuffed the boy's information back: "I'll just take a look, without counting, so that the managers of each department can choose the right person."

Fang Chuli raised the end of his eyebrows, leaned back a little, and supported the armrest of Wenling's chair. This was a very casual and lazy movement, but because of the ruthless scrutiny in his eyes, the boy who was being questioned got stuck Take a shell.

"I'll see who wants to record this one, and let him pack up and leave tomorrow."

Chi Lan was stunned, gritted her teeth and lowered her voice: "I relied on you to do it on purpose!"

Fang Chuli tilted his head, and snorted softly in his nose: "What can you do to me on purpose? What kind of person have you trained? Embroidered pillow skin sac?"

Wen Ling, who was sitting between them, said, "..."

I don’t know if the managers got it wrong. After a meal, the disparity in the ratio of men and women in the initial screening is getting bigger and bigger, but it’s more likely to be self-protection. My boss likes men and recruits male Internet celebrities. If something happens in the future, I can't take responsibility.

Wen Ling watched the boy with blind eyes get crossed out, but he didn't regret it either.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Fang Chuli thought that Wen Ling was upset, and he was not happy to screen out someone who looked like Chi Lan. His young master also had a tight temper, and kept his face sullen.

Several managers thought to themselves: What's wrong?Can't choose this way?

Wen Ling flipped through a few more times, and when he was about to start writing, he could always feel Fang Chuli's gaze, so he simply stopped moving, put down the pen, and found a reason to release the water to take a breath first.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the front foot left, Chi Lan followed like a tail.

Wen Ling washed his hands by the sink, Chi Lan was waiting beside, Yi Lan turned on the heater, Chi Lan was not wearing a coat, rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt to reveal a large chunk of strong arm, very healthy wheat color.

He folded his arms, watched Wen Ling wipe his hands and asked again: "Are you and Fang Chuli really together?"

Facing the eyes full of distrust, Wen Ling was more calm, and said "Yes", "No?"

"I'm just a little surprised," Chi Lan didn't shy away from it, bared her teeth, "I've never heard of you being with him when I was abroad, and it didn't look like the meeting that day..."

Speaking of which, Chi Lan paused for a moment, and said "Oh", "It can't be that we have been together recently!"

Wen Ling: "..."

In the love scene, he really admired Chi Lan's eyesight, but he still patted Chi Lan's shoulder sullenly: "Don't think too much, when did I get together with him, it doesn't seem to be your business. "

"Why is it none of my business?" Chi Lan suddenly acted coquettishly, walked nimbly to Wen Ling, quickly closed the bathroom door, and said, "I came back to China for you, I am so sad that you are like this."

"I should have confessed to you a few days ago."

Wen Ling: "???"

The corner of Chi Lan's eye was still hurt, but it didn't prevent her from throwing an electric eye at Wen Ling: "Wen Ling, I like you."

"I've liked you since the first day of high school, when the freshmen reported. At that time, you were sitting by the window wearing glasses. I didn't know what you were looking at. I thought you were so quiet, abstinent and handsome wearing glasses."

"There is also physical education class. I like to see you running. Your hair flutters, your breathing is slightly chaotic, the wet hair on your forehead, and the way you are grabbing the collar of your school uniform to fan the flames because of sweat, revealing the summer sunshine. It shines cleanly on the leaves."

"I like you Wen Ling so much. At that time, I always thought about you and I was hard. Later, when I dated them, I would think of your face from time to time."

Wen Ling really didn't expect that he could still give Chi Lan such an impression. At that time, his body hadn't grown out of shape, and he could still see whether he couldn't restrain himself?

He didn't believe it.

I don't know if it's my current impression, but Wen Ling felt uncomfortable when he heard the word "clean" from Chi Lan's mouth, so he couldn't help but sneered, and took half a step back to distance himself.

Chi Lan became anxious: "Don't laugh like that, I know Fang Chuli must have said a lot about me, but you can't be prejudiced! You also know that this circle is like this, and the people around me are really serious now. I'm not as good as you, and I haven't taken it seriously, if you are willing to be with me, I promise I won't be with any of you in the future!"

Wen Ling was speechless: "Then do I still have to thank Young Master Chi for his love?"

"Hey," Chi Lan laughed innocently, "You're welcome."

"..."

Wen Ling was completely speechless, and there was no point in staying here any longer. He wanted to open the door, but Chi Lan grabbed his arm.

"Wen Ling, that violent Fang Chuli is fine, so why don't you think about me?"

"It's not a question of whether to think about it or not," Wen Ling twisted his hand away, "We are not on the same side, I don't play in your circle, and I don't like you, it's as simple as that."

"Don't everyone play like this?" Chi Lan became anxious, pestering Wen Ling not to let him go, pulling her closer, "You can be sure that Fang Chuli won't play? He is the young master of the Fang family, what Yingying Yanyan is around him?" No? Are you really sure that he is with you?"

Being pushed against the door, Wen Ling felt inexplicably irritable in his heart, and twisted his arm to prevent him from taking another step: "Chi Lan, enough is enough, I think I have made it very clear, I welcome friendly cooperation, and have other thoughts , my hands are no lighter than Fang Chuli's."

"Oh?" For a young master like Chi Lan, intimidation is completely useless. Not only is he not afraid, but he also smiled evilly and sniffed at the side of Wen Ling's neck, "Assistant Wen smells so good Smell, hurry up and make a heavy hand, and say hello here."

As he said, he dragged Wen Ling's hand down, Wen Ling's neck and face turned red, and he was so angry that he pushed him unbearably: "Enough."

"Are you on the top or the bottom? But it doesn't matter, I think I can do both, but I think you are on the bottom, always so gentle, don't worry, I will be very gentle too, and it won't hurt..."

Jumping up again, Wen Ling directly pulled his arm and twisted it hard, and slammed it on the door. Chi Lan was surprised for a moment, screamed, and begged for mercy.

"Master Chi," Wen Ling looked down at Chi Lan, the tenderness in his eyes disappeared, "I told you not to have other thoughts about me."

This trip to the toilet was too long, Wen Ling didn't want to pester him any more.

Chi Lan gritted her teeth and rubbed her wrist, accusing Wen Ling of being too ruthless, and Wen Ling mercilessly kept those words behind the toilet door.

He rubbed his neck that was aching from being strangled, and straightened his clothes again. When he entered the office, he saw Fang Chuli's dark complexion, and when he sat down again, the young master's complexion became even worse.

Fang Chuli didn't even look at him, he got up and walked over to the managers to talk, and then came back after speaking, glaring at Wen Ling: "Let's go."

Wen Ling was stunned, he hadn't met half of the time yet, and asked, "Where are you going?"

"I don't want to be here anymore, go back."

Fang Chuli is in a bad mood right now, from the depths of his soul to every inch of his body, Wen Ling stopped talking and went to negotiate with the managers. Bar.

He went to the garage and drove the car, and asked the people around him, "Going back to Fang's house?"

"No," Fang Chuli shook his head, "Go to the apartment, call Aunt Wen and tell Aunt Wen that you won't be going home tonight, come with me."