Boss Su is so pretentious

The catwalk was only tens of meters away. From the start to the return to the backcourt, Qian Xiyang felt a sense of difficulty as if he had gone from the Tang Dynasty to the west to learn scriptures, as if he had experienced ninety-nine and eighty-one difficulties.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the staff took the next set of clothes and began to assist him in a quick change.

This time he looks like a gentle scum in a wheelchair.

The rimless transparent glasses brought him some visual trends, his hair was neatly fixed with styling spray, revealing his white and full forehead,

The neatly pressed light brown suit showed elegance and luxury. He removed the bandages, and on his feet were the custom-made crocodile leather shoes that had hurt him.

When it was his turn to play, he came out in a wheelchair, with a solemn and serious expression, without any sense of physical weakness, as if he was about to point out the country in the next second under the eyes of everyone.

The barrage chatter has not stopped since he appeared on the stage.

[Uncle, please roll the wheelchair over my body! 】

【Queen!Step on me! 】

[Fuck, this man's aura is so strong, I love it! 】

[Uncle Long Legs Qian Xiyang, my treasured old man!Strongly recommend Uncle Qian’s costume editing at Station B, it’s a must!The Desert Khan King is wild and lustful!Mozun is sweet and flirtatious!Go see it!There is no loss in investing! 】

Everyone was busy licking their faces, and only those who knew the truth were worried about Qian Xiyang's physical condition. After the big show was over and the group photo was taken, Qian Xiyang was immediately pushed to the nearest hospital. Sure enough, his wound showed signs of festering , The dirty blood almost soaked the gauze used for bandaging.

He is not an all-rounder. It is inevitable that there will be moments when the soles of the feet touch the ground during the performance. The leather shoes on the feet tightly wrap the wound in the airtight leather. In the cold winter, there will be no frostbite, but cold sweat It can't be dried quickly, so it can only be covered on the wound to deepen the injury.

He was physically uncomfortable, but his mind was still there. Qian Xiyang had broken his ribs when he was a stand-in before. This small wound was nothing in comparison, and the pain was within his tolerable range.

Therefore, he didn't say a word during the bandage, but the cold sweat on his forehead could be seen. It's not that he didn't feel it, but he could bear it.

Brand Fang's father is very satisfied with his performance this time, and the next cooperation is a certainty. They don't care about his domestic reputation, they only look at the market data he can bring.

Hearing this news, Qian Xiyang was very happy. When he was taking anti-inflammatory drips in the hospital, he smiled at Yang Jiayin: "That's great, I have contributed to the company, and your work can be a little easier."

Yang Jiayin's heart ached from his laughter, she almost shed tears, she sighed: "I'm useless, otherwise you wouldn't have to pay such a high price just to retain a spot."

Qian Xiyang comforted her: "Don't think so much, you are already great."

After class, Su Jia immediately called Qian Xiyang the moment she saw the online video.

"Xiyang, why are you on crutches and in a wheelchair today? Are you injured? Is it serious? Let me discuss with Lin Qin, can I give you a vacation to recuperate?"

Hearing this, Qian Xiyang was a little helpless: "Jiashang, don't be too sensitive, I have nothing to do, I can go back to China at noon tomorrow, don't worry, don't stop my work, I don't need a vacation."

Su Jiashang frowned: "Xiyang, don't force yourself, I still have everything."

After hanging up the phone here, Su Jiashang sent Dingding to Yang Jiayin again: [Why didn't you tell me about Xiyang's injury as soon as possible. 】

Yang Jiayin: [Uncle Qian is afraid that you are worried, so let me report to you after work. 】

Su Jia: [I hope you still remember who paid you your salary, and Qian Xiyang is just an artist under me. 】

Yang Jiayin: "..."

He murdered her.

She didn't dare to hate the boss, but she dared to sue.She showed the chat interface to Uncle Qian beside her.

He laughed angrily: "Su Jia has such a great prestige, he is in trouble."

Received the manager's resentment, he raised his hand and patted her on the shoulder: "Don't take it to heart, just do what you want, you don't have to talk to him, just listen to me."

Qian Xiyang arrived at Beijing Airport at noon the next day. His feet were wrapped with layers of gauze, and he was pushed forward in a wheelchair by bodyguards.

He saw the crowds of reporters at the exit from a distance, and was a little surprised. He raised his head and asked Yang Jiayin who was walking next to him: "Is there a popular idol on our flight? Why are there so many media at the door? Otherwise, we will wait for that idol to leave." I don't want to be huddled with the media."

Yang Jiayin looked at the message on the phone with a wonderful expression: "Our people sent a message just now, and the media at the door are here to block you."

Qian Xiyang was startled: "Ah? What are you talking about?"

Yang Jiayin calmed down and replied, "I said that the media at the door are all squatting on you Qian Xiyang!"

Qian Xiyang leaned back: "You're lying! Am I so popular!"

Yang Jiayin was silent for a moment: "You have it now."

The crowd over there quickly noticed Qian Xiyang and his party. The scene was quiet for a moment, and then it seemed that water splashed into the oil pan, and the crowd suddenly became noisy.

"Uncle Qian is here!"

"Quickly go to the interview! The camera catches up!"

"Come on! Don't let him run away!"

Qian Xiyang looked at the crowd rushing towards him. It was the first time in his life that he was being pursued by so many people. He didn't know what to say, and he sat in the wheelchair blankly, as if in a dream, in the fog, not very clear. wide awake.

"Mr. Qian! Does your appearance on the UZ show and your current wheelchair mean that your leg is injured!"

"When you went to Country Y, you went there standing up, and you came back sitting down! Did something unexpected happen over there!"

"Mr. Qian! Did the people of country Y discriminate against you! They are secretly causing trouble!"

"Mr. Qian! Are you going to enter the fashion industry after the explosion? I heard that the chief designer of UZ has offered you an olive branch! Will you consider terminating the contract with your current company in the future!"

I have never eaten pork, and I have seen pigs run.

Qian Xiyang knew that he had to keep silent at this moment. If he gave a negative answer to one of the questions, then reporters from other media could put this negative answer in the same question, blur the subject, and write specious reports to gain traffic.

Some media people are upright and make contributions to society.

Some media people only want money and traffic, and they don't care whether the artist is misunderstood or not. As long as there is a topic, they dare to write nonsense.

Qian Xiyang was escorted out of the airport by bodyguards, and was about to help him into the vehicle that had been arranged by the side of the road, but at this moment he stopped. He saw many of his fans waiting there, shouting his name.

So he couldn't restrain his hand anymore, took out a water-based pen from his pocket, and was about to limp over to sign, but the bodyguard stopped him from letting him go, and the fans stretched out their hands to meet him. He touched, the two sides looked like world-famous paintings printed on the church, and stretched out his fingertips to touch each other hard.

"Oh, I'll be fast," Qian Xiyang pleaded with the bodyguard brother: "My fans and I are not the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl. Brother, you don't have to be the magpie bridge, and you don't have to be the Queen Mother of the West who beats mandarin ducks. They have been waiting for so long, so I will sign a few It doesn't matter if you leave the name!"

"No, Mr. Qian, it is our responsibility to ensure your safety, and we also have the obligation to ensure that your schedule will not be disturbed."

After all, Qian Xiyang failed to sign the signature and drove them away. The scene was serious but funny, and sensational in the sense of sand sculptures.

Back at the company, Qian Xiyang did not see Su Jiashang for the first time. Boss Su has been working harder recently. In order to hone his acting skills, he signed up for a voluntary performance at the drama club in the city center. reception.

What he didn't bother to do before, he did all the things after bankruptcy.

Employees work for their bosses, bosses work for themselves, their entire company is weak and tenacious, and everyone is working hard to make this big family better.

Seeing Qian Xiyang's miserable state, the colleagues in the company naturally came to ask about his health. Zong Yang handed him a cup of tea: "Boss, your operations have doubled the popularity of our company several times. This cup is toast to you. In the tea."

Zong Fu looked at the injury on his foot: "Uncle Qian, Jiayin told us about you being framed, don't worry, if UZ doesn't give you a reasonable explanation, we will help you kill it in public opinion."

Director Xu gave him a shudder: "Don't be silly, we have a cooperation with that side, if Uncle Qian can win the brand endorsement of UZ in Dazhonghua, it will be a very impressive thing! We are all proud, It's a loss!"

"But don't worry, Uncle Qian." She squatted down to look at the layers of bandages on Qian Xiyang's feet: "Just for your injury, I will definitely help you win this endorsement, and I will also squeeze more wool from them in the negotiation." Make it up to you."

After speaking, everyone present looked at each other and made a decision. They gave Qian Xiyang an important task - to stabilize Su Jiashang's mood and not let him be a demon.

It is not advisable to be angry at the crown and become a blue face.

Qian Xiyang: "Okay."

He secretly complained in his heart, so what a bad image Su has in the hearts of his employees!

Su Jia had a drama performance in the morning and afternoon, so she couldn't come back to see Qian Xiyang in time, so she could only find time to send him a bunch of strange quotes about complaining about her husband:

【Xiyang, I'm always thinking of you. I sent you a lot of messages, but you only replied to a few of them. 】

【Xi Yang, I miss you so much, if there is no job, I will fly to your side immediately. 】

Qian Xiyang: "..."

When Su Jiashang wrote this stuff himself, wouldn't he be ashamed!

He looked at the schedule on the mobile phone page, and asked Yang Jiayin: "I don't have anything to do this afternoon, right?"

Yang Jiayin said: "No, but since last night, the company has received a lot of interview invitations from you. We decided not to go to the DingTalk meeting, but we need to record a short video to report safety, and the company will help you buy popular searches."

"Okay, nothing to do after that."

"Nothing."

"Then let's go to the theater to pick up Boss Su, I miss him a little bit."

"it is good."

The author says:

杨佳音：哦，这该死的cp，竟如此的好磕感谢在2020-11-1500:32:08~2020-11-1522:25:52期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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