Please stay away from the life of fans

In the next few days, when Shen Nanxing got off work and went to Beiou to pick up people, he didn't notice how much the company attached importance to this matter.

Daodao hugged the coffee cup and gestured with body language.

Shen Nanxing picked out a magazine: "What's wrong with you? Did you hurt your throat?"

Dao Dao couldn't say anything, and finally gave up, bowed his head and typed:

-The big boss of Heye is also here!

Shen Nanxing is even more difficult to understand:

- He dare not speak now?

Daodao nodded vigorously, his fingers fluttering:

- The Big Boss is here too!I heard that the big boss of He Ye is half black and half white, so I'm afraid to say the wrong thing!It would be dangerous if he had an opinion on Brother Sheng.

Shen Nanxing looked around, everyone was like this, working diligently, wishing to become transparent.

Lu Shengkuo only needs to guide the script of the next play with He Ye, and talk about the skills bit by bit, which is a quick success.

He was very curious, why this big boss didn't spend money to hire someone. Any teacher who came was better than Lu Sheng. Being able to perform was different from guiding others.

There is now a separate training room.

Before the two people who played against each other came out, the boss of Beiou and the boss of Heye came out. After so long, Wei Li, the boss of Beiou, only returned to China in the morning, which was the first time we met.

But he didn't say much, his phone kept ringing, he raised his hand to say hello briefly, and then looked at Qin Sangmo: "Mr. Take your time."

Qin Sangmo also nodded: "Then I will trouble you."

"No trouble," Wei Li patted him, "I just got back today and have a lot of things to do. Let's talk slowly when I'm free in a few days."

Then he picked up the phone and hurried to leave.

The assistant secretary followed several times, and only Shen Nanxing, Daodao, and Qin Sangmo were left.

Daodao hurried back to his work station, but Qin Sangmo stretched out his hand: "Qin Sangmo."

According to official etiquette, Shen Nanxing considered President Qin's temper and held back: "My name is Shen Nanxing."

"I know," Qin Sangmo smiled, "You are the first person to make Ji Jiang stumble."

It's over, the circle is connected by a thread, the relationship around Mr. Qin is unknown, if he and Ji Jiang get along well, he will be able to finish his journey cautiously.

Qin Sangmo saw that his face turned pale all of a sudden, and his smile slowly revealed: "I thought there was nothing you were afraid of right now."

"If I had a good relationship with Ji Jiang, I wouldn't think about getting Ono into Beiou."

The blood on Shen Nanxing's forehead faded instantly, and his consciousness recovered: "Ah..."

"Xiao Ye's relationship is a bit complicated. I have to find a way to build a network and find a senior." Qin Sangmo moved his fingers, "I wanted to talk to you, but that night Lu Shengkuo said that you were out of town and would meet today." If you come to pick him up, there is no need to look for you."

Qin Sangmo's thinking is very clear. He has always only engaged in investment, and he is not good at cultivating artists. Before that, he took He Ye to participate in two plays, and he felt that Beiou's model was more suitable.

According to Qin Sangmo, he finally made up his mind because of the turmoil between Shen Nanxing and Lu Shengkuo.

"Wei Li doesn't usually go through the motions, but he really comes out when something happens, although he prefers to be behind the scenes."

The big boss was happy in his heart, Shen Nanxing could feel it, and secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

The less people know about the contract, the better. Shen Nanxing also felt that the less words he had, the better, so he sat on the sofa with Qin Sangmo and flipped through their respective things.

After sitting for half an hour, Lu Shengkuo and He Ye came out.

Unlike Qin Sangmo's plain shirt and suit pants, He Ye was wearing a black sleeveless loose vest and gray slacks, the contrast was a bit big.His face was cold and ferocious, and it was different from when he was on the set, calm and energetic.

He couldn't help but think of the gossip in the fan group. Some people found out that He Ye was a top performer before, and he might have made two or three movies and then he would have made it to the top. At that time, no one dared to say it. He didn't know that he won the best actor. It's time to fight with whom.

When it comes to Qin Sangmo's methods, they all lament that those who fight together in the future may quietly disappear into the world.

It's quite scary to say, just looking at He Ye, it might be true.

But at present, this is impossible to speculate.

Lu Shengkuo introduced him to several books, and introduced him to several well-reputed dramas, as well as the movie directed by the director. He did his best.

He Ye wanted to frown, resisting with every eyebrow, but his boss was by his side, and said "thank you" abruptly.

Qin Sangmo looked at him and didn't speak. He just curled his mouth and led the people away: "I'll treat you guys to dinner after everything is done."

Qin Sangmo also seemed to be quite busy, but he was not as busy as Wei Li, and he even meant to deal with it when he was free.

The four of them left separately, and Shen Nanxing saw Lu Shengkuo rubbing his temples as soon as he got into the co-pilot.

He stretched out his hand and snorted his hair: "What's the matter, Mr. Lu, the first day of teaching is not good today?"

Lu Shengkuo just shook his head: "I'm still going to take a basic course at the university tonight."

As he spoke, his eyes were a little blurred, with an unbelievable look: "He Ye doesn't understand anything about acting."

Shen Nanxing opened his mouth, and he understood clearly: "Okay, go back and stew keel soup, make up for it."

Just as Lu Shengkuo was about to laugh, he stopped suddenly: "I've been working all day today, and it's so late now, did you buy the dragon's spine?"

Shen Nanxing said "ah", tapped the steering wheel with his index finger, and clicked his tongue: "Tomorrow, let's have some stir-fried side dishes tonight, and I will go to the market early to buy them tomorrow morning."

After a brief meal downstairs, Lu Shengkuo really brought out his college books, a cardboard box full of things about acting, and there was a lot of dust.

Shen Nan went to fetch water and vacated half of the desk. That night Lu Shengkuo lay there and did not move, and did not get up the next morning.

It was quite early when he arrived at the farmer's market, and his eyes lit up when he encountered fresh meat.

The master raised the knife and fell, and the keel was split into sections without any meat. He went to see some corn and tomatoes, and wanted to make winter melon soup on a whim.

It was still early, and he took a walk by the artificial lake in the park with his vegetables. He saw some old men and women who got up early doing Tai Chi, and he couldn't help thinking that it was time for Comrade Shen to practice boxing in the yard.

"You still live here?"

A voice suddenly sounded in his ear, it was a little strange, warm and humid breath surrounded Shen Nanxing, and the blond-haired owner stood beside him in a tight-fitting sportswear.

It was the mixed-race youth in the elevator at that time.

His Chinese is not very fluent, and his eyes were blurred in the newborn sunshine.

Shen Nanxing smiled politely: "Yes."

The people around me seem to be chatty: "I've lived here for two years, is your friend a star?"

"Upstairs and downstairs, I can see it occasionally, but I didn't expect him to have friends like you."

Seeing Shen Nanxing's suspicious eyes, this person began to report his family name: "Sorry, I was a little excited when I met you. I didn't mean anything, just surprised."

"My name is Avimeister, I play the piano and occasionally work part-time."

His eyes turned lake blue in the light, appearing very clear.

Shen Nanxing thought of the pianist in the hotel: "You were also there that night?"

Avemister nodded: "Yes."

"My name is Shen Nanxing." Then he relaxed a little.

"I know," Avimeister said something in English, "You are a designer, and the hostess of that birthday party has been introducing you. You are excellent."

A little embarrassed, Shen Nanxing took a breath: "That's not true either."

The two walked slowly along the artificial lake until the sun passed over the tall buildings in the distance, and the two also went downstairs.

Back home, Lu Shengkuo also woke up, running in the gym, Shen Nanxing soaked the blood from the keel, and took out the corn to cut.

Lu Shengkuo came out to pour water, and without his shirt on, he was sweating lightly, and his skin was slightly shimmering.

Shen Nanxing couldn't help but whistled.

Lu Shengkuo gave a hand holding the water: "In the drama I participated in, many whistlers like this are hooligans."

"What kind of drama?" Shen Nanxing cut the onion, ginger and garlic, and took a bite of the toast he handed over, "You don't have such a dishonest drama?"

He really suspected that Lu Shengkuo went to take over private work, maybe he could only post it on the Internet.

Lu Shengkuo poured the milk again and let him drink it, wondering: "You know I don't have such a serious drama? Have you watched it?"

Shen Nanxing, who had seen it all, choked when asked, and the milk was sprayed out, spilling on the cutting board and arms.

Lu Shengkuo was taken aback first, and quickly pulled out a piece of paper. Shen Nanxing was coughing so hard that he could hold onto the sink, and before he could handle his hands, he was patted on the back. Lu Shengkuo murmured: "Why are you so excited? Do you want a drink?"

Shen Nanxing waved his hands and turned on the tap to wash his arms.

"I didn't realize you asked this question," Shen Nanxing mumbled several times, trying to calm himself down, "You..."

Lu Shengkuo: "Are you going to call me narcissistic again?"

Zhengchou said something to bring it over, Shen Nanxing took a deep breath, his lungs hurt a little, and he gritted his teeth: "Yes."

"Lu Shengkuo, you are too narcissistic."

After clearing the table, Lu Shengkuo pushed him: "Let me do it."

The water in the pot boiled, and Shen Nanxing thought it would be fine. Drain the bones and put them in to pass through the water. Put down the ginger and scallion cooking wine, and then boil tomato soup: "I tell you, this method of stewing bones is I made my own and it tastes delicious."

Lu Shengkuo blinked: "I only know tomato and egg noodles."

"Then you have learned this soup today," Shen Nanxing asked him to change it to tomato, "After you have learned it, you can put sauerkraut, beef and meatballs in this soup base in the future."

Blanch the tomato in boiling water, peel off the skin, cut it into small cubes as much as possible, fry it in butter, add the adjusted gravy, add the diced tomato after it is thick, fry it until it is rotten, and then add some water.

This Tongshen southward trip was done very neatly, and he took out the iron pot to re-oil the keel.

"This one should be in season," Shen Nanxing looked at the already fragrant soup in the pot, "The soup tastes sour, so it tastes good."

Lu Shengkuo looked at the contents of the pot in thought, and watched Shen Nanxing fry the keel and garlic until they were slightly burnt, and then neatly put them into the casserole.

He obeyed the instructions, and poured the tomato soup into the casserole with a single brain.

Shen Nanxing patted him on the shoulder: "If you want this to have chicken soup as a base, it will be even fresher, but I don't have so much time today, so I will cook chicken soup later."

It's steaming here, and Lu Shengkuo's eyes are a little hot. He has grown so big that he doesn't really feel the feeling of "home". This is what it feels like to be in a dormitory, someone who is willing to accept buying ingredients to cook for yourself...

He took a deep breath, and he felt that this was the breath of home.

These breaths seeped into his heart along his eyes, and strange, never-before-experienced emotional experiences ran all over his body, forming a cavity of warm sadness that was covered by joy.

Watching Shen Nanxing cover the casserole, his heart seemed to be tightly protected into a certain jar.

He greedily inhaled this kind of fireworks again, and he had the aroma of the world again, and hugged Shen Nanxing from behind: "I want to cook with you every day."

Lu Shengkuo didn't take a shower, so the sticky moisture stuck to his back.

"Lu Shengkuo," Shen Nanxing broke down a bit, "Although I really want to say hello emotionally, I just changed this dress, so I don't want to change it."

Shen Nanxing admits that he has no psychological burden to get anything on his body after taking off his clothes, but he is a bit eccentric about newly changed, clean clothes that have not been older than half a day, just like newly bought white shoes Be careful to be rubbed with a small black spot, it has nothing to do with whether you love it or not, it is at that time point, there is an inexplicable cleanliness compulsion.

Xiaoman heard the excrement shovel officer shout from his den: "Lu Shengkuo, go take a bath! Also, take this clothes to wash!"