worn after Zha Shouzuo's death

Seeing the director, of course, you have to be a little more solemn. Song Ci didn't think about it, thinking that clean and refreshing is the director's favorite style that Cai Ming specially asked for him, so he tossed about in the cloakroom for half an hour, and picked out a white turtleneck sweater to wear. On, with a pair of black trousers underneath.

Song Ci's body is thin, with a slender waist and long legs. After wearing a white sweater, his temperament is extraordinarily gentle and soft, and his eyebrows are like paintings. With such a dress, he looks like a college student who has just left school.

It fits the four words clean and refreshing.

After tidying up, Song Ci went out, and 10 minutes later, he took a taxi to the entrance of a private entertainment club.

Arriving at the designated box, Cai Ming was standing in the corridor smoking a cigarette and waiting for him by the way. He turned his head and saw him coming, looked him up and down at his clothes, and was startled for a moment.

There are indeed many beauties in the entertainment industry, but Song Ci is the only one who deserves the favor of God. Song Ci has been in the industry for three years, and he is 26 this year. I don’t usually see how he takes care of himself, but as long as he dresses up and pays attention to it, he will be able to Becoming the most eye-catching existence in the crowd is still the kind that people can't take their eyes off.

Wearing a white sweater casually, even the simplest style, is like a catwalk advertisement.

Cai Ming thought of Wei Li, another artist under his command. He is only [-] this year. He is a warm and healing character, but in private, he seems to have a different face. Because he stays up late and plays games, he always eats junk food and his skin The state is worrisome. Since he took over until now, I don't know how much money has been spent on his face. Recently, he has to be sent out to have his eyes adjusted.

Why is there such a big gap between the two.

"Here we come." Cai Ming sighed imperceptibly, suppressed the emotions in his eyes, put out the cigarette butt in his hand, walked up to him, reached out and patted his shoulder, then lowered his head, and attached himself to his He whispered in his ear, "You will know what to do later, right?"

This sounds... a bit strange.

Song Ci is just a trainee who hasn't made his debut, and he is usually protected by his family so well that he has never seen the dirty side of the entertainment industry. Song Ci really thought that Cai Ming was I told him to behave well later, so I nodded vigorously, and then asked worriedly: "Did you send him what I wrote? Did the director say anything?"

"You'll know when you go in," Cai Ming said vaguely, and then he put his hand on Song Ci's shoulder, and pushed him hard, "Go, after entering, the role will be almost stable."

This is not the first time Cai Ming has done this kind of thing. Song Ci has been taken by him for three years. There is a tacit understanding between the two of them. With that face, since it is doomed not to get ahead, it must be useful.

It's just... this time, it wasn't just for Song Ci himself.

Cai Ming felt a little uneasy in his heart, but he quickly suppressed it, and a trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes.

Who cares, Song Ci was a useless card. The two signed a five-year brokerage contract. Song Ci's career was almost ruined in Song Ci's hands, and now he finally saw some hope in Wei Li, what's wrong with pulling some final use value from Song Ci?

This is what he owes him.

That's what he should pay him back.

The sense of disobedience in Song Ci's heart was aggravated by Cai Ming's move, but Cai Ming didn't give him any chance to ask questions, he opened the door and pushed Song Ci in.

In the long corridor, Ji Huai looked uncertainly at the door of a certain box, and he paused for a while.

He should have read the figure right, that person was Song Ci.

Did he come to have dinner with the agent?

After thinking casually for a while, Ji Huai was about to go back to his box, when his companion saw him looking at this box, smiled, and said casually: "I know the people here, they plan to have a big game today. "

As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Huai's eyes darkened, and he asked calmly, "Oh?"

"It's just..." The companion sneered, he knew that Ji Huai hated this, so he didn't elaborate, and said cryptically, "The boy who went in just now is probably their thing today."

As for how to play, the content can be pornographic.

Ji Huai's footsteps stopped.

This is a private room that looks extravagant and luxurious. The decoration is in a resplendent style. There is a dinner party inside. There are about five or six people in suits sitting in a circle, talking, and there is a table on the table. Great food, and a couple of bottles of wine.

As soon as Song Ci came in, everyone turned their attention.

There were two people who couldn't take their eyes off immediately, staring at him intently.

The other party's gaze was too explicit, and Song Ci was very uncomfortable. He flinched and couldn't help clenching his fingers.

Song Ci took a step back, feeling the urge to go out immediately.

But his back was quickly blocked by Cai Ming who came in. Cai Ming pressed Song Ci's shoulder, smiled and led him forward, and brought him to the two people who had been staring at him just now. , the tone is very respectful, even with a bit of flattery: "This is the Xiaoci I told you before. Xiaoci once saw you at a charity party, and I will never forget you. Today I heard that I was with you He wants to come and have a look at eating and saying anything, he is still an ignorant child, he made you laugh, I hope you will take care of him."

"That's right," the man had a greasy face, his face was greasy, his suit was open, revealing his big belly, he squinted his eyes and smiled, his naked gaze was on Song Ci's face, as if he was admiring a beautiful piece Like a commodity, he nodded, "Not bad."

"Thanks to Mr. Wang for his liking." The smile on Cai Ming's face immediately became more sincere.

There are six people sitting on this table, among them the one with the highest coffee position is naturally not him, but Cai Ming dare not provoke him, this man surnamed Wang is rich, he is an upstart, and usually likes to invest in TV dramas and movies for fun, just to coax him Those lovers are happy, and they are the easiest to hug their thighs among the six.

But he has a tricky taste and always loves to torture people in bed. He has a bad reputation in the circle and not many people like him.

He just recently got tired of his last lover and is looking for a new toy.

In order to obtain these news, Cai Ming really worked hard, and lost many contacts.

Now the person surnamed Wang is right, that is to say, the matter is more than half done, and Cai Ming's heart is much more at ease. He reached out and patted Song Ci's shoulder, and said in a gentle tone: "Xiao Ci, you are right here Sit down."

Song Ci was dumbfounded: "..."

What the fuck?

What the fuck? !

This is a fucking unspoken rule, right?This is it? !

"I..." Song Ci took a step back and smiled stiffly, "I... I prefer to eat the food over there, so I'd better sit there."

After he finished speaking, he didn't even have a chance for Cai Ming to react, so he directly chose a position farthest from the greasy man.

And because of Song Ci's action, the atmosphere stagnated for a moment.

The greasy man clicked his tongue and looked at Cai Ming dissatisfied. Cai Ming also smiled awkwardly, and smoothed things over: "Xiaoci is rather shy. Now that he met his idol, he was just nervous for a while."

The greasy man looked better, and went to chat with the people around him again.

Song Ci lowered his head and sat silently.

The temperature in the room was a bit high. He was wearing a turtleneck sweater. After sitting for a while, he felt a little hot, and the corners of his eyes were stained a little red, as if they were smudged.

The people at the table began to talk, no one paid attention to him, as if they knew it, they all regarded him as an insignificant toy.

Cai Ming sat next to him, stretched out his hand and pinched his leg fiercely, and cursed in a low voice: "What's wrong with you? It's not like you haven't done this kind of thing before. If you follow him, you will be able to make a fortune in the future." Now, do you know how much I sold to get the chance to have dinner with him this time?"

Song Ci endured the pain and did not speak.

"Let me tell you, your salary card is still in my hand. If you are sensible, you can serve me obediently." Cai Ming's voice cooled down, "Otherwise, I will turn around Immediately cut off your mother's hospital monthly payment!"

Song Ci suddenly raised his head to look at him, his clear eyes were as clean as springs, full of disbelief.

Cai Ming stuffed him with a glass of wine casually, patted him heavily on the back, and said with dark eyes, "Go to toast."

Song Ci glanced at the wine glass and took a deep breath in his heart.

"Song Ci." Seeing that he still didn't cooperate, Cai Ming's face darkened completely, "Don't force me."

It is you who are pushing me.

Song Ci's hands trembled, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he was trying to endure something.