After crossing, all the people who look down on me come to spoil me

Until the signing of the contract, Zhang Chenghui had a feeling of trance and unreality.

Holding the contract, Zhang Chenghui walked out of the building with Ye Ziqin stiffly, and then said to Ye Ziqin, "Pinch me, use some strength."

... Was he really dreaming?

Ye Ziqin tilted his head and looked at Zhang Chenghui. Although he didn't understand what Zhang Chenghui meant, he stretched out his hand, and according to Zhang Chenghui's intention, he pinched him heavily.

——"Aoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

Zhang Chenghui screamed in an instant, "Let it go, let it go!!"

The moment Zhang Chenghui screamed, Ye Ziqin let go of his hand, and looked at Zhang Chenghui innocently and blankly. Zhang Chenghui rubbed the clothes on his arms vigorously, and took a breath, "Your subordinate Is it too cruel?"

"To be honest, do you hate me in your heart?" Zhang Chenghui rolled up his sleeves and said with a sad face, "This strength must be green."

"Probably not." Ye Ziqin thought for a while, and said seriously, "I didn't put in much effort."

"I haven't exerted much effort yet? What if..." Before Zhang Chenghui finished speaking, he saw his arm. The wheat-colored skin on it did not have any traces of bruising, and the pain... seemed to be disappear.

The pain that made him want to jump up and beat Ye Ziqin violently just now is gone.

Zhang Chenghui was stunned for a moment, Ye Ziqin kindly reminded: "Brother Zhang, the contract..."

Zhang Chenghui looked down at the contract in his hand, because he wrinkled it so hard that it almost changed. Zhang Chenghui was so distressed that he left everything just behind him, and began to sort out the contract with difficulty.

——This is a contract with the boss! !

"So, are you really going to cooperate with Director He Lichang?"

Looking at the contract, Zhang Chenghui said in a daze.

"It should be true." Ye Ziqin looked at the contract, looked at Zhang Chenghui, and said thoughtfully.

I can't believe it.

Even if the contract is in his own hands, there is no sense of reality.

Zhang Chenghui thought in a daze.

Back then when he took over Ye Ziqin, he never thought that there would be a day like today. In fact, no one knew better than him what kind of hot potato he took over.

But there is no way, if it is not him, it has to be that person. He has always been reluctant to let that person suffer, so he can only take over this hot potato, because Ye Ziqin easily fell from the position of gold medal manager with a single word ,

It is impossible to say that there is no hatred or resentment, but Zhang Chenghui is open-minded by nature, this is his own choice, no one forces him, he can only bear this price, not to mention, who can he blame?

Blame Ye Ziqin?Before he took over Ye Ziqin, he knew what kind of person Ye Ziqin was. Ye Ziqin never thought of covering up half of it, why should he let him change for himself?

Blame that person?He could feel sorry for that person for a long time if he showed an aggrieved look, not to mention that he brought it up on his own initiative, and that person didn't mention it for a while.

What's more, if he waded into this muddy water for that person, he would definitely end up being banned.

So who can he blame?

No matter how hard it is, you have to grit your teeth and swallow.

Since taking over Ye Ziqin, Zhang Chenghui has been ridiculed and ridiculed frequently, and he has often wiped Ye Ziqin's ass.

Other managers can't point out a single artist, but there are hundreds of artists. Zhang Chenghui is just like Ye Ziqin, and he is particularly worried. Zhang Chenghui is even considering changing careers.

Unexpectedly, the twists and turns.

The contract in his hand was even hot, Zhang Chenghui raised his hand suddenly, patted Ye Ziqin's shoulder hard, and said in a hoarse voice, "Good job."

Cooperating with He Lichang is enough to turn Ye Ziqin over, and Ye Ziqin's turn over means that his manager will also turn over.

But this opportunity was not won by him.

Ye Ziqin fought for it himself.

Zhang Chenghui suddenly felt a little guilty.

His agent is actually quite useless.

Ye Ziqin could feel Zhang Chenghui's violent mood swings, he smiled slightly at Zhang Chenghui, then suddenly took half a step back, bowed solemnly,

At that moment, Zhang Chenghui was almost terrified!

"What are you doing?!" Zhang Chenghui yelled hastily, and asked Ye Ziqin to help him up.

"Thank you, Brother Zhang," Ye Ziqin was helped up by Zhang Chenghui, and said with a serious expression, "I'm really sorry about what happened before."

Zhang Chenghui was stunned for a long time before he said in a daze, "...no, nothing."

Is he really... not dreaming?

After not seeing him for more than a month, Ye Ziqin is like a different person. He is more sensible and capable, and he knows how to apologize and express his gratitude?

... He really is still dreaming!

Zhang Chenghui sent Ye Ziqin to the set, and then waited in the set. In the evening, he took Ye Ziqin to dinner, got a box and drank a lot of wine, and finally got drunk. He took Ye Ziqin's hand and cried to him. The secrets in his heart that no one knew about poured out to Ye Ziqin that night.

Zhang Chenghui himself didn't know why, those things that he didn't dare to tell anyone at all, he just vomited to Ye Ziqin like this.

By the time Ye Ziqin settled Zhang Chenghui, it was already midnight.

Ye Ziqin sighed in his heart, found a piece of paper and drew a talisman with a ballpoint pen. For some reason, he always felt that there was something a little weird about Zhang Chenghui, but he didn't know much about these things himself, so he simply did it. Give him a safe talisman,

Zhang Chenghui is also a poor man.

Ye Ziqin bragged in his heart, loved the wrong person, and lost his whole self. He knew that he should stop thinking about it, but he just couldn't.

That's right, if you can let go of everything by just talking about it, how can there be so many idiots and resentment in this world?

Ye Ziqin sighed, settled Zhang Chenghui, and then went home in the dark.

By the time he got home, it was already 02:30 in the morning.

The moment he took out the key to open the door, Xiaomei rushed over, held his face up and down to check, tears glistened in her big eyes, and the alarm bell on Ye Ziqin's head rang instantly .

"Xiaomei, Xiaomei, why haven't you slept yet? Look at the red eyes, is it from staying up all night? Does the eye hurt?" Ye Ziqin was afraid that Xiaomei would cry out, so he quickly shifted Xiaomei's sight, "Do you want to have supper? Can I make it for you now?"

"Wowowowowo—!" Xiaomei shouted angrily, looking at Ye Ziqin with anger and resentment, then opened her mouth, bit Ye Ziqin's hand, and said vaguely, "...wowowo...wowowo... Wowo!!"

Do you know how worried I am?

Do you know how long I've been waiting?

Do you know that I'm scared to death?

Why did you come back so late? ! !

Xiaomei's eyes were red, and she was biting Ye Ziqin's hand, but she was reluctant to use any strength, just like holding Ye Ziqin's hand in her mouth, tears fell down, all hitting the back of Ye Ziqin's hand, making Ye Ziqin's eyes A little bit more helpless.

Xiaomei let go of Ye Ziqin's hand, hid aside and shed tears, didn't say a word, just kept crying, Ye Ziqin carefully held Xiaomei in his arms, Xiaomei struggled a few times, but she didn't struggle Come out, crying even harder.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault." Ye Ziqin sighed, and coaxed softly, "Don't cry, okay? It's all my fault, it's my fault, it's because I came back too late and made you worry ,I'm really sorry."

"Wowowo... wowowo... wowowo!!!" Xiaomei coaxed with a sob.

——what on earth have you been doing?

"I have caused a lot of trouble for my agent before, and I feel very guilty towards him, and I am very grateful for his help." Ye Ziqin didn't intend to fool Xiaomei, so he explained to Xiaomei bit by bit, "I want to He apologized and thanked him, maybe because I was too much before, so he seemed very excited, so he wanted to drag me to drink, because of me, he suffered a lot of grievances, contempt, ridicule and blank stares, today is really too excited Yes, drank a lot of wine, he got drunk, and then told me stories about him and his crush."

"He's unconscious. I can't leave him alone. What if someone kills him? So I settled him down and came back."

"It happened quite suddenly, and I have no way to inform you. I'm really sorry for keeping you waiting for so long."

Ye Ziqin carefully wiped the teardrops off Xiaomei's face, with a bit of treasure, "I didn't ignore you, and I didn't ignore you. I'm glad I left some food when I left this morning. Are you hungry? abdomen?"

"Don't cry, don't cry, a beautiful boy like our Xiaomei won't look good when he cries, okay?"

Ye Ziqin coaxed him very gently, Xiaomei looked up at him, sobbing.

Not far away, the little Taotie cub hiding in the corner shook his head vigorously, looking quite disdainful,

——Two males, what are you doing chattering from here?

——A pretty boy?Ye Ziqin is probably not blind, heh.

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Early the next morning, Zhang Chenghui was woken up by the alarm from his mobile phone. He rubbed his temples vigorously, opened his eyes with difficulty, pressed the answer button, and said, "Hello? Who is it?"

I drank too much yesterday, and now my brain still hurts.

Zhang Chenghui sighed, and suddenly realized that he was lying on a bed. He looked around, and he seemed to be in some kind of hotel, so he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Ye Ziqin was much more prudent in his work, thank God he didn't throw himself in that box.

"Hui...Brother Hui...!"

That person's crying voice rang in Zhang Chenghui's ears. Zhang Chenghui froze for a moment, and suddenly found that he didn't have the feeling of his heart beating like a drum like in the past.

"Brother Hui... can you... help me..."

"Please……"

That person had never used such words to him. It stands to reason that Zhang Chenghui should have agreed quickly and was extremely happy. He was extremely happy to be able to help that person, even a little bit.

But today, it doesn't feel like that.

Zhang Chenghui said slowly: "...what's the matter?"

What Zhang Chenghui didn't see was that half of the paper was pressed under the pillow, as if it had been ignited, emitting a flame-like red light.