Foodies can't be broken

In fact, Fu Shanhai didn't need to urge Jiang He to go back to the company.

After all, he lives in the company...

When Jiang He received Yu He's call, he was still confused, not knowing what Fu Shanhai was looking for him for.

Yu He reminded him in a low voice that what happened during the day made Fu Shanhai very angry, and he wanted to talk to him to make him mentally prepared.

He knows how scary his boss is when he is fierce. Artists have been scolded and cried before.

Yu He looked at the ignorant Jiang He in a pure white sweater, and suddenly felt a little distressed.

This is still a child, how come he became an artist.

But he couldn't help it. Fu Shanhai was waiting in the office for him to bring him over, so he could only do so.

"No matter what the boss says for a while, don't refute, you know?" Yu He said, "The boss is just cold-faced, and he calms down after a few words. Don't be afraid."

Jiang He nodded in fear, but honestly grabbed the door frame and refused to go in.

As soon as Fu Shanhai came out, he saw this scene, and was immediately out of breath.

Is he a tiger?so scary?

With Jiang He like this, those who didn't know thought he was going to enter the haunted house!

"Jiang He," Fu Shanhai said in a cold voice, "come in."

Jiang He was stunned, and Yu He took the opportunity to break away his fingers holding the door frame, and at the same time pushed Jiang He back, pushed him into the room, and closed the door to clear the room in one go.

Yu He looked into the door and sighed softly.

I hope the boss will not go too far this time, he has already reminded Jiang Hecai just now.

……

In the office, Jiang He stood against the corner, like a primary school student who was punished for doing something wrong.

Fu Shanhai sat on his office chair, glanced at Jiang He who was bowing his head, and said unhurriedly: "When did you sign the contract?"

"...Two months ago." Jiang He's voice was very small and soft, for fear that Fu Shanhai would get angry if he made a loud noise.

"Two months—" Fu Shanhai deliberately prolonged the ending, and raised his eyebrows slightly, "You should know all about the company's regulations."

Jiang He nodded, and hurriedly began to recite: "Private work is not allowed, you must memorize the manuscript before the interview, and you can't just follow others on Weibo..."

Fu Shanhai covered his forehead: "I'm not talking about that."

How is this person always off focus?

on purpose?

Gaining his attention?

A cold light flashed in Fu Shanhai's eyes. There were not no artists like this before, and some even went straight into his room without nakedness.

Fu Shanhai cleared his throat and asked, "Do you know what is the most important thing for an artist in the company?"

Jiang He nodded immediately, and repeated what Chen Xiang usually said when he flattered: "Collective sense of honor! Life is a person of Shanhai Xingguang, and death is a ghost of Shanhai Xingguang!"

The corner of Fu Shanhai's mouth twitched: "It's the image!"

"...Ah?" Jiang He was taken aback, blinked, and then said "oh".

Fu Shanhai took a deep breath, and kept his voice calm: "...Jiang He, as an artist, you should not be left behind in any of your body management, business ability, understand?"

Jiang He looked at him obediently and nodded.

This kind of Fu Shanhai is not so scary anymore, at least he is willing to reason with him.

Fu Shanhai said: "We, Shanhai Xingguang, don't do things that are maliciously hyped and have no bottom line, but there is one thing, the artist's own quality must not be low."

Jiang He agreed even more, nodding like a chick pecking at rice.

Fu Shanhai asked again: "Do you usually exercise?"

Jiang He nodded again.

Fu Shanhai casually pointed to the gym in his office: "Then do some push-ups and let me see."

……

Jiang He didn't nod his head, his eyes stared like a frightened deer.

……doing what?

With a calm face, Fu Shanhai led the people to the gym, pointed to the yoga mat on the ground: "Let's do ten first."

...ten? !

Jiang He looked at Fu Shanhai pitifully with an expression on his face that was about to cry.

Can you not do it... He is hungry... Can't do it...

Fu Shanhai was completely unmoved: "Go."

……

Jiang He walked to the front of the yoga mat in small steps, bent down, and barely supported himself.

Fu Shanhai made a judgment in his heart.

Not bad, the posture is quite standard, it seems that I really exercise at ordinary times.

Afterwards, Jiang He was discouraged and fell down on the yoga mat with a "pop".

...not even a single push-up.

Fu Shanhai's eyes darkened.

Jiang He got up, patted the ashes on his body, and looked at Fu Shanhai with grievance: "I...I don't know how to do it...I just..."

Fu Shanhai sullenly listened to his explanation patiently.

"I'm hungry..." Jiang He whispered.

Fu Shanhai stared wide-eyed, forgetting to maintain a cold expression.

……hungry? !

Is the person who co-authored and ate half a table of chicken bones in the morning Jiang He's twin brother?

After eating so much, tell him he's hungry now? !

Fu Shanhai couldn't speak smoothly, and his tone was gloomy: "...Jiang, Jiang He, did you do it on purpose?"

Are you deliberately going out of the way to get his attention?

Then he admitted that Jiang He did it.

Not only did he notice Jiang He now, he even wanted to terminate the contract.

Jiang He's face was pale, wanting to cry and scared: "No... I'm really hungry, I didn't lie to you, I'm still a little dizzy..."

His hands began to shake when he spoke, not sure if it was from hunger or nervousness.

Fu Shanhai sneered: "Do you still want to sleep on the spot?"

As he approached Jiang He step by step, he felt a terrifying sense of oppression.

Jiang He kept retreating, and finally retreated into a corner. He couldn't retreat anymore, so he could only curl up into a ball.

"Jiang He, I see you..." Before Fu Shanhai could threaten to terminate the contract, he saw the person in front of him suddenly shake, and then fell back silently.

Seeing that Jiang He was about to hit the wall, Fu Shanhai immediately brought him back, and then found...he really fainted.

"Jiang He?" Fu Shanhai shook him, only to realize that Jiang He's face was really pale, even his lips were pale.

Realizing that something was wrong, Fu Shanhai shouted decisively, "Come here!"

Yu He rushed in quickly: "What's wrong, what's wrong!"

Seeing the fainted Jiang He, Yu He collapsed instantly: "Boss, you are too cruel!"

... Fu Shanhai, who was inexplicably detained for a big pot, ignored him, hugged him up and put him on the sofa in the office.

"Come and see what happened to him."

At the same time, Fu Shanhai frowned slightly.

Why is it so light?

It looks so edible, but it seems weightless when you hold it.

Yu He ran forward to check Jiang He's state, pressed his chest again, opened his eyelids and looked at his pupils, feeling a little puzzled.

Fu Shanhai looked at him coolly: "What are you doing fumbling around?"

Yu He immediately raised his hands: "Boss, I didn't mess around, I just checked his state... Strange, it doesn't look like he's in shock?"

"Did he just say something?"

Fu Shanhai's expression was a little strange: "...he said he was hungry."

Yu He was silent for a few seconds when he heard the reason, and then asked tentatively: "Could it be... the dizziness caused by hypoglycemia?"

Fu Shanhai paused, it was very possible.

He looked at the unconscious Jiang He and asked, "...do you have any sugar on you?"

Yu He shook his head.

"Where's the chocolate? Glucose?"

Yu He had a complicated face, how could he carry these things with him...

"...Forget it, go downstairs and buy it. Glucose is the best. If you don't have it, then..." Fu Shanhai seemed to force himself to say, with an extremely reluctant tone, "Buy a cup of milk tea."

...Yu He thought for a moment that he had heard it wrong: "What to buy?"

Fu Shanhai wanted to kick someone: "Don't make me repeat it a second time!"

Yu He immediately got up and ran downstairs, and when the elevator opened, he stretched out his head and looked at Fu Shanhai: "Then...boss, what flavor do you buy?"

The corner of Fu Shanhai's eyes twitched, who cares what flavor he buys!

...After two seconds, he seemed to have remembered something, and frowned again and said, "Buy that... what Wuyun tea..."

Yu He let out an "oh" and went downstairs in confusion.

The room became quiet, but Fu Shanhai's expression never slowed down. He glanced at Jiang He, who was sitting quietly on the sofa, and then at the elevator that was still descending, feeling inexplicably depressed.

How did the elevator descend so slowly.

He looked back at the sofa again. Jiang He had very long eyelashes. When he closed his eyes, the eyelashes were like a small fan. His facial features were all small and delicate. With the pure white sweater on his body, he looked like a sleeping little angel .

Fu Shanhai felt that he could smell the milk again, he couldn't help but get closer, squatted in front of the sofa, and stared at Jiang He.

The closer you get to the smell, the more obvious it is. I don't know if it is the smell of laundry detergent or perfume, but it smells so comfortable and sweet that people can't stop wanting to smell it.

Fu Shanhai stared at it for a while, and his Adam's apple moved slightly.

It looks really... pretty.

Fu Shanhai is a serious face control artist. The artists who can enter his company are all good-looking. Jiang He was also his favorite at the time, but he never cared about it after signing the contract.

Thinking about it now, Jiang He seems talented.

Fu Shanhai frowned, if someone else is still in college, why did he make his debut alone?

And I don't even have a place to live, I live in the company's dormitory.

Fu Shanhai took out his mobile phone, dug out Jiang He's file that had been sent to him by personnel before, and took a closer look.

The more he looked, the tighter his frown became.

Jiang He's parents died eight years ago?

The files show that Jiang He has been living with his relatives since he was ten years old, earning money by working part-time. He was obviously admitted to one school after another during the college entrance examination, but he suddenly gave up his admission qualifications and came to City A alone to make a living.

Fortunately, when he first arrived, he met a scout from Shanhai Xingguang and directly recruited him into the company.

Otherwise, with this child's pure personality, he still doesn't know what will happen to him.

Fu Shanhai put down his phone, his eyes complicated.

Eight years ago... Jiang He was only ten years old eight years ago.

The death of his parents should have hit him hard, and it's not a good experience to live under the fence, otherwise he wouldn't have gone to work at a young age.

Jiang He went over... had a bad time.

Suddenly I understand his mentality of eating those junk foods. Maybe it’s because he ate too little when he was a child, and now he suddenly has money, and he can’t control it?

Fu Shanhai didn't realize that he was making excuses for Jiang He, but approached Jiang He a little bit, staring at Jiang He.

But Jiang He is really good-looking, very suitable to be an artist.

The face also looks soft, I don't know how it feels when touched.

Fu Shanhai stared at him, then stretched out his hand out of nowhere, wanting to pinch Jiang He's face.

At this time, the elevator "ding" sounded.

Yu He rushed out panting, his voice was earth-shattering.

"Boss! I bought glucose and milk tea! According to your order, I bought Wuyun Four Seasons Spring Tea!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw his boss lying in front of the sofa like a pervert, almost kissing Jiang He's face.

……

The pictures of both sides suddenly stopped.