Our president is stupid and rich

When Fang Zhiyi arrived at the company the next day, he was taken to the shooting site by his manager.

It was a perfume brand, and the brand was directly the name of his classmate——Carlo.

Fang Zhiyi had just changed his clothes when he arrived at the place, and when he turned around, he saw his classmate walking towards him with a happy face.

Fang Zhiyi was a little surprised: "Why are you here?"

Carlo paused first, then spread his hands, and opened his mouth with a string of Italian words.

Fang Zhiyi laughed, and the two walked aside and talked for a while.

Carlo seemed to have something else to do, waved to him and left.

The agent came over curiously: "What are you talking about?"

Fang Zhiyi's expression was a bit indescribable: "I asked him why he would ask me to be the spokesperson, and he said that because he still can't handle Chinese well, if he hired someone else, he would probably need two translators, one responsible for the Italian translation. It is too difficult to communicate, and there may be some misunderstandings. If you hire me, you can not only save the money for two translations, but also don’t have to worry about this problem.”

Agent: "...Why don't you just find an Italian translator."

Fang Zhiyi laughed out loud: "Just kidding. He has just entered the Chinese market now, and he is not a big brand. It is just right to ask me."

Besides him, there was also a female star named Anke, who had filmed many TV dramas with good acting skills and a more heroic appearance.The two of them hadn't had much contact before, and this time it was just a cooperative relationship, so they just greeted each other briefly.

It was a test shoot in the morning, so after they were asked to change into the clothes provided by the brand, they walked down to the camera according to the requirements and took some more photos. After confirming that there is no problem with the two of them, the formal shooting will have to be further adjusted.

Because the formal signing ceremony will be held in the afternoon, Fang Zhiyi can only stay at the scene at noon to solve the problem of lunch.After sending a message to Sheng Chang'an, he quickly had lunch, rested for a while at the place provided by the organizer, and then went to prepare to sign the contract.

The contract Carlo gave him was not bad, and the two parties signed the contract after confirming that there was no problem.

After signing the contract, the photographer probably explained to them the way of storyboarding and positioning coordination, the two sides shook hands, and the work was over.

Fang Zhiyi glanced at the time, it was past four o'clock, and Sheng Changan was probably still in the company.He thought about it, drove back to the apartment, and bought some ingredients at the roadside mall on the way back to take home.

I don't know when Sheng Chang'an will come home from get off work this time... Fang Zhiyi's heart moved, and he went to buy a few more cookbooks.

When Sheng Changan returned home, dinner was set on the table and covered in a glass cover.Fang Zhiyi heard the movement at the door and came out of the kitchen: "What a coincidence, I just put the noodles into the pot."

Sheng Changan walked over a few steps and looked at the dishes on the table.

Fang Zhiyi rubbed his nose in embarrassment: "Because I have to shoot an endorsement video during this time, and I haven't cooked before, I'm afraid that if it burns my hands or something, I just follow the recipe. Try a few cold dishes, they should be okay."

Sheng Changan lifted the glass cover: "It's pretty good."

There was a gurgling sound from the kitchen, Sheng Changan put down the things in his hands, passed him and walked towards the kitchen, Fang Zhiyi followed him in.

Sheng Changan lifted the lid of the pot and took a look. The noodles were tossing up and down with the water in the pot. After waiting patiently for a while, he reached out to turn off the fire and signaled Fang Zhiyi to put the rice in a bowl.

After the two of them settled the dinner problem, Fang Zhiyi said, "I bought you some... probably as a gift."

doll?Sheng Changan was a little curious, watching Fang Zhiyi turn around and take out something from his own bag.

After all, the big books are still a bit heavy, so it's not easy to take them out all at once.

Fang Zhiyi took out three times, holding the stack of recipes: "This!"

Sheng Changan was stunned.

Fang Zhiyi explained: "I didn't mean to ask you to make me delicious meals, just... I found out that you seem to like to study these things, and I didn't find any books like recipes here. You may have figured it out by yourself. So I thought, buy some recipes for you, and you can take a look if you like it after work."

Sheng Changan reached out to take them, picked them up and flipped through them, and suddenly said in a low voice, "You... don't think it's strange?"

"Huh?" Fang Zhiyi was a little puzzled, "What's so strange?"

"It's just..." Sheng Changan looked down at the book in his hand, "A man would be so interested in these things, sewing, dolls, plush... and cooking."

"What's so strange about this?" Fang Zhiyi said, "It just shows that you are more talented in this area than others. Besides, what does this have to do with gender?"

Sheng Changan was silent for a while, and heaved a sigh of relief, "Why don't we add another bookcase to that room?"

Fang Zhiyi felt relieved when he saw him relax, and stood up: "It was there, next to the wardrobe, but there is also a door. And there is a hidden compartment by the bedside where you can put books. If you want, you can put it It’s more convenient to read your favorite books while lying on the bed.”

Sheng Changan nodded, holding those books in his arms: "Thank you...I like this very much."

Fang Zhiyi took the books from his hand: "It's fine if you like it. Let's go, put it on the bookcase. What do you want to read first? Let's put those books by the bedside."

Sheng Changan followed him into that room: "I want to read the book about home cooking first."

"Okay." Fang Zhiyi opened the door and walked in, "I didn't give you a good introduction to the layout of these furniture before, let's take a look now..."

Sheng Changan watched as he opened the door of the cabinet next to the wardrobe. The inside was in the style of a bookcase, with crystal balls and some small dolls on the top floor, and the middle floors were empty, probably for the owner Put books in it.There are sewing boxes and samples of fabrics of various materials and colors on the bottom floor, Fang Zhiyi squatted down and opened the small cabinet at the bottom of the bookcase: "There should be all kinds of fabrics here. You can tell me, I will add it to you, or when we have time to go out and buy together."

He stood up again and put the few books in: "This is the first batch of tenants of this bookcase."

The expression on Sheng Changan's face was a little blank, as if he was overwhelmed by the huge surprise.

He opened his mouth and spoke with difficulty: "When... when did you prepare these things?"

Fang Zhiyi touched his ears: "Actually, it was ready on the first day. If you said that your acceptance of this room is not good, of course I will not tell you this. It seems that your situation is not bad now. , so... just let you be happy."

Sheng Changan bowed down to look at the fabric samples and needlework, and squatted down to look at the rolls of beautifully colored fabrics of various materials and colors in the cabinet.

Sheng Changan felt as if he was about to cry again.

In fact, he has never cried since he was very young, and he never wanted to ask anyone for warmth.But this kind of feeling of being discovered by others and treating the softest part of oneself with care can make people immediately think of the grievances they have suffered, and wonder why they didn't meet him earlier. I can't help but thank myself for my good luck to meet such a person.

Fang Zhiyi also squatted down: "Not everything is ready yet. How about buying you some books about sewing after a few days? Is there any vacant room here? Put another sewing machine in?"

Sheng Changan's voice was a little choked, he lowered his head and blinked to suppress the moisture inside: "Later... take your time later."

Fang Zhiyi stretched out his hand and hugged him: "Wait a minute... I can help you apply your eyes again, don't worry about it will swell up tomorrow." Then he felt his neckline getting wet slowly, and the person in his arms Crying with restraint, there was almost no sound.

Although he still doesn't know what happened to Sheng Chang'an back then, Fang Zhiyi thinks that he is willing to present everything that can compensate him to him first.