Zha Gong You Don’t Know Love [Quick Transmigration]

Yan Mingrui felt that the patron might have a problem with his mind.

Because he didn't say anything, he took out a notebook from nowhere, and then stammered and said to him: "You...you...can you give...I...I...write...write... A...a...word...does..."

Yan Mingrui was silent for a while, and finally understood what "write a word" meant.

It means asking him to sign his name.

He took the book and asked him, "What do you want me to sign?"

As a competent idol, TO sign is a must.

"I... what to sign..." Su Anning tilted her head and looked at him, as if she couldn't understand.

Yan Mingrui now really thinks that the younger brother of the gold master (?) may really have a problem with his brain, or his mental development is a bit retarded.

However, seeing the golden label of "[-] million" on this little boy's face, Yan Mingrui calmed down and spoke to him patiently: "What do you want me to call you? What do other people call you?"

"Everyone calls me..." Su Anning thought for a while, "They all call me baby."

Yan Mingrui couldn't hold back and sprayed it out, what the hell?

The child in front of him seems to be fifteen or sixteen years old. Who calls him a baby every day?

He really couldn't write down the word "Baby", so he finally wrote TO Su Anning in a fluttering manner, signed his own name, and handed it to him.

"What's next?" he asked.

go to eat?Sing?Or a bathroom?

But looking at the innocent face of the little boy in front of him, Yan Mingrui felt that these places were not suitable.

"What are you doing?" Su Anning seemed to find this question very confusing: "Brother wants to...do...what...?"

Before Yan Mingrui could speak, two bodyguards in black suits suddenly appeared behind Su Anning like ghosts. They bowed respectfully to Su Anning: "Master, it's time to go home."

"Oh." Su Anning obediently responded, then turned around, but accidentally jumped forward again.

The well-trained bodyguard quickly caught Su Anning so that he would not fall to the ground, Su Anning lay in the arms of the bodyguard who was much taller than him, and waved to Yan Mingrui: "Brother...Brother...goodbye. "

Yan Mingrui could catch it, and the bodyguard who was helping Su Anning was obviously taken aback.

When will the young master say goodbye to others?

Yan Mingrui put on a high-quality idol's smile, and waved at the expensive young master who was holding the bodyguard's arms and staring at him: "Goodbye, see you next time?"

Su Anning still looked reluctant to part with her, but the bodyguard was strong enough to carry him directly to the extended Lincoln waiting outside.

Yan Mingrui's smile gradually disappeared after watching the lengthened Lincoln completely disappear.

Cut, it's great to be rich, a fool has so many people to take care of him.

He turned his head expressionlessly and returned to the dormitory.

"I think there is something wrong with his brain." Yan Mingrui called his agent.

"There is a problem."

"He can't speak well."

"It's not good."

"He stutters, how old is he?" Yan Mingrui said impatiently, "So my new task is to take care of the kids? Do I still need to buy some little bunny teddy bear?"

"No, can you listen to me first?" Brother Liu finally found a chance to speak: "Listen to me first."

"Su Anning is the second son of the XX Group. He was born with dystocia, and his mother died immediately. His brain development was also not very good due to lack of oxygen," Brother Liu said, "It seems that there is no problem with his intelligence, but he is a little autistic. The eldest son and the head of the family cherish this congenitally deficient younger brother very much, and love him like a pearl like a jade. It seems that he has just turned eighteen this year. He has been hiding at home and refused to come out. This time, he didn't know where he saw it. You are just clamoring to come out to see you."

The eldest son seems to have a successor now, he and this younger brother are 15 years apart, almost raised as half a son, the younger brother finally has something he likes, so naturally he wants to be satisfied, and Yan Mingrui is cheap.

"So what am I going to do?" Yan Mingrui has seen some stories about celebrities touching autistic children before, but he never thought that he would become one of them.

"I don't know," said the agent, "There is no specific requirement there. I have already picked up a lot of itineraries for you. You can run the itinerary first."

Yan Mingrui didn't know how long it had been since he took over a regular itinerary, and there were only some scattered commercial performances left, but this time Brother Liu took him directly to a large music production company, saying that he would give him Release a solo album.

When Yan Mingrui first came in, he saw the production assistant who had been proud of him before approaching him respectfully: "Brother Rui, this way."

He was taken to the best recording studio, which was specially used by the Emperor and Empress, which was a treatment he did not enjoy even when he was the most popular.

A hint of sarcasm appeared in Yan Mingrui's eyes, it's nice to be rich.

"Brother Rui, drink some water." The assistant doggy poured him a glass of water, and handed him a thick notebook: "This is our latest song demo, you can pick whatever you want."

"I don't want water, I want coffee," Yan Mingrui took the notebook, without even giving the assistant a look: "Starbucks large hazelnut latte, add a shot of concentrate, no sugar."

The assistant's face froze. Is there any Starbucks around here?

But thinking of what the boss had said to him before, he could only forcefully suppress his dissatisfaction: "Okay, wait a moment."

Yan Mingrui watched his assistant leave with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

Doggy stuff.

He still remembers that when their popularity was just declining, they wanted to come to this company to ask for a song. The request was not high, just a single song. It could be said to be life-saving for their combination at that time, but it was the assistant who directly blocked him. Outside the door: "I'm sorry, Heavenly King X is recording songs at our place today, and we don't accept other people."

Yan Mingrui asked him nicely and kindly that when they have time, they can sing whatever they want without choosing a song.

The assistant looked at him contemptuously: "I don't know, just wait."

Then there is no more then.

Now the situation is reversed, he is sitting in the seat where the king of heaven sat, and the whole company is serving him.

Yan Mingrui knew that they would definitely say bad things about him behind his back, saying that he relied on his connections to rise to the top, that he was taken care of, and so on, but so what?

Anyway, they just want to crawl at his feet now.

He didn't know when the funder would withdraw his capital, but he could enjoy a day of reckless behavior.

"Brother... are you choosing a song?" Suddenly, a soft voice broke Yan Mingrui's stupefied.

Yan Mingrui looked up from the lyrics book: "Why are you here?"

In front of him is Su Anning who gave him such a good life. He is also wearing a thick towel today, and a cute woolen hat on his head. The ball on it hangs down and dangles softly, making him look cute like a doll.

He changed into a suit of clothes, which were still expensive, but he still held the dirty teddy bear in his hands: "Brother, is he going to sing? Can I listen?"

Yan Mingrui's expression froze. He was in charge of the facade. In terms of singing, he was really only at a very average level. If he barely lost his tune, it was already the limit.

The singles that have been released before have all been tuned, but now in the recording studio, there is no tune, what if he sings so badly that the sponsor is disappointed?

"I'm today..." Yan Mingrui showed a trace of embarrassment on his face: "Choose a song first, choose one first, and then sing."

"Oh." Su Anning nodded obediently, didn't ask any more questions, and sat obediently on the sofa next to him, without disturbing him any more.

Yan Mingrui let out a long sigh of relief, but fortunately, this benefactor is easy to fool.

"I don't like any of these songs." Yan Mingrui pretended to scan the notebook seriously for a while, then closed it with a snap, and said to his assistant, "Are you all these songs?"

Su Anning, who was sitting on the other side, also cast her eyes on the assistant when she heard Yan Mingrui's words.

The assistant had just bought coffee for Yan Mingrui from a far away place, but Yan Mingrui put it away directly on the grounds that he didn't want to drink it because it was cold. Outburst, momentary resentment.

He took a look here and it seemed that there was no outsider here, only a little boy who didn't know where he came from, so his tone became bad: "What are you! How dare you pick and choose! It's shameless to return the packaged goods You got angry! You wait, wait until the day your benefactor doesn't want you, you kid can still show me face!"

As he spoke, he wanted to fan Yan Mingrui with his hand!

Anyway, there are no outsiders here, it's their company, Yan Mingrui suffered a loss by himself, and no one will believe it if he tells the outside world!

"Pa—" a crisp sound resounded in the recording studio.

But it didn't hit Yan Mingrui in the face.

Su Anning didn't know when she stood in front of Yan Mingrui, and the slap landed firmly on his face, directly slapping his face.

But Su Anning still opened her arms to block Yan Mingrui: "Don't hit brother!"

"What are you?" The assistant didn't know who the kid in front of him was, so he pushed him to the ground and wanted to argue with Yan Mingrui.

Suddenly, the door of the recording studio was opened.

Two security guards in black suits walked in, one directly controlled the assistant's hand, and the other helped Su Anning up on the ground.

"Master, are you alright?" An imperceptible distress flashed across the bodyguard's cold face.

They have protected the young master for so long, and have never been injured at all, but now they are slapped in the face!

"No...it's okay..." Su Anning said, "He...he wants to bully brother!"

He pointed to the unknown assistant and said.

The assistant was stunned, and began to struggle: "Who are you!? Are you a gangster! Let me go! Otherwise, I'm going to call the police!"

The bodyguard didn't listen to him at all, and directly sent him out.

"It's okay, young master." The bodyguard helped Su Anning up, and then comforted him: "This person will never appear in front of you again."

Yan Mingrui, who was completely forgotten by the side, looked at Su Anning, who was protected in the arms of the bodyguard, with a hint of playfulness in his eyes.

He thought he had a gold signboard that worked really well.