After rebirth, the president resigned and became the actor

Xiao Tang became a self-driving tool very competently. Although he couldn't understand what they were saying, he could feel the frozen atmosphere.

But Gu Zhuozhuo understood, but was still digesting, and the car was silent for a while.

Wen Yue did not know Wang Xuchen through himself.They were meant to be friends.

Ten years ago in the film and television city, Wang Xuchen recognized him by bumping into him, and turned around and told Wen Yue.But Wen Yue didn't come to arrest him immediately... Maybe it was because Wang Xuchen was a few days late to report?

I had a dazed face that day, and Wang Xuchen could still recognize him like this, so it shouldn't be a temporary photo.In other words, Wang Xuchen may have seen his photos or even videos a long time ago before he could recognize himself in the crowd.

Thinking about it this way, when he was shooting the magazine that day, what he said was all lies.

Gu Zhuozhao was in a complicated mood.

His guess may not be true, but the information embodied in the general direction is consistent with what Wen Yue said - he has been paying attention to himself.

An oversized surveillance spirit.

Not an ordinary monitor.

Gu Zhuozhao's heart was beating wildly, but Wen Yue...

He sneaked a look at Wen Yue, and found that his expression was cold and stern, his muscles tensed, showing an extreme defensive posture.

As if a pot of cold water was being poured over his head, Gu Zhuozhuo realized that Wen Yue was resisting.

Not resisting telling yourself this, but resisting the act.

He really finds it annoying, not just thinking, "Gu Zhuozhuo will hate it".

He didn't speak, the car drove to Haiting, Wen Yue went down first.

Gu Zhuozhuo was thinking about what to say all the way, and after gesturing to Xiao Tang, he chased after him.

Wen Yue walked quickly, Gu Zhuozhao was a little anxious.

"Wen Yue!" He shouted, "Slow down, wait for me!"

Wen Yue turned to look at him, expressionless, as if a layer of camouflage had been torn off.

"How do you know him?" Gu Zhuozhuo panted, and pushed him to signal to continue walking: "How could he recognize me?"

"...Student." Wen Yue hesitated, but still replied: "I showed him your profile."

"All your classmates know me?" Gu Zhuozhuo entered the room and changed his shoes, which was a daily action.

Wen Yue stared at him for a while, relaxed a little, and followed him into the room after changing his shoes: "...No."

"Well, then you didn't do anything." Gu Zhuozhuo smiled: "You didn't think it was wrong when you took me back. You just asked your classmates to find me. What is this? I hate it."

Wen Yue stood at the door, watching Gu Zhuozhuo make tea while talking, and then put it on the coffee table.

"Not at all." Gu Zhuozhuo said.

Wen Yue opened his mouth, his face was gloomy, displeased with Gu Zhuozhuo's carelessness.He doesn't understand.

But on the contrary, Gu Zhuozhuo refused to let go of this topic.

"Remember that dream I said?" Gu Zhuozhuo suddenly changed the subject: "In that dream, you did more and more outrageous things...I don't even find it annoying."

"No matter how excessive," he repeated, "I don't blame you."

***

"What happened next?" Cheng Zi was about to die of anxiety, and poked her orange sliced ​​yogurt and dragon juice with a straw.

"It's nothing, I talked about a bunch of things I dreamed..." Gu Zhuozhao and Chengzi faced the water bar sitting downstairs from the bell, and each ordered a glass of special tunes: "When I come to my senses, I feel like I have been poisoned. talked a lot, and then he sent me to bed."

Gu Zhuozhuo's eyes were confused: "It's just... he was the one who blew himself up first, and I was so distressed, so I tried to comfort him in different ways. In the end, I told him to listen, and I almost finished talking about myself."

"Is it something that can't be said?" Cheng Zi was dumbfounded.

"I also...don't know." Gu Zhuozhuo sighed, and in retrospect he was so admirable.

I feel that Wen Yue is simply not human.

Since he made up an excuse for dreaming last time, he sometimes brings it up.But Wen Yue always listened silently, and didn't comment much on what happened in his "dream". He thought Wen Yue didn't take it seriously, so he relaxed his vigilance.

But how could such a thing really be untrue?Gu Zhuozhuo thought angrily, he should have known earlier.

He really didn't know about Wang Xuchen, and he had never seen him in his previous life.

This news blew him away, and it was rare for Wen Yue to have such a... fragile performance.His head was hot, and he felt that the time had come for a heart-to-heart exchange. When he came back to his senses, except for the incident at the dock that night, everything else was almost wiped out.

He even asked "Why did you abandon the land in Jiangyuan and invest in the gray market? Is there anything special about the gray market?" Such questions...

Thinking back before going to bed yesterday, Gu Zhuozhao broke out in a cold sweat.

In his previous life, he handled half of Jiangtian Group's business, and there was a project that left a deep impression on him.In the choice between Jiangyuan and the gray market, he naturally chose Jiangyuan with greater benefits.

The former is a fat piece of satellite city with well-developed transportation, which has been developing explosively in recent years.The latter is located inland and is a small third- and fourth-tier town. Except for some small historical sites, it has no special features.

When he came to this life, he felt very puzzled that Wen Yue chose the gray market, so he accidentally asked.

But he shouldn't know this.

Gu Zhuozhuo really didn't know how much a smart person like Wen Yue would doubt.He had an impulse, if Wen Yue asked again today, he would simply confess.

There's no way he's going to be sent to a mental hospital anyway.

But in the morning, Wen Yue's expression was as usual, he didn't mention a word of his leak, and even sent him to the company.

Cheng Zi happened to be playing nearby, so he went downstairs to pour bitter water on her.

Chengzi drank her dragon juice and concluded: "So, the richest man Wen got jealous yesterday because you took one more look at his friend A. In order to make you look less at that friend A, he did not hesitate to reveal that this A was sent by him. Character, I lied to you before!"

Gu Zhuozhao: "..." Something is wrong but you continue.

"Then he felt that his behavior was too perverted, stalking and secretly taking pictures, and self-destructively asked you to stay away from him, otherwise his strange habit would hurt the kind and simple you!"

"No sneak shots." Gu Zhuozhuo corrected.

"Then you felt very ashamed and touched, and wanted to tell him what kind of pot and lid you have, and you won't be hurt, so you started telling your own story, and accidentally said a lot of things that you can't say?"

Gu Zhuozhuo almost admired Cheng Zi, and applauded for her.

"Anyway," he said, "he didn't mention my dream a word today, as if he had never heard of it. I don't know what to do."

Cheng Zi twirled the stirring rod, thought for a while, and said, "Then why don't you just show your cards? You have said everything you can't say, so what are you afraid of? It's like you won't dislike him, and he won't hate you for anything, right? ?”

Gu Zhuozuo was lost in thought for a moment, leaned back on the back of the chair, and said for a while, "Because there are still things that cannot be said."

He closed his eyes: "I'm not ready yet."

He had been busy all morning today, and held another meeting to appoint the heroine of the Wuying Pavilion. When he told Qiu Lingjiao the good news, the little girl was so happy that she cried.

I had contacted Pei Siyu and the others, and the other party was so pleasantly surprised that they almost flew into the sky on the phone. It can be said that it was a joyful morning.

But as soon as he was free, he would think of Wen Yue's tense body and self-loathing words yesterday.

He believed that it was not a strategy, but Wen Yue's real thoughts.

Very distressed.

But to tell Wen Yue, that was not a dream, it was something that really happened... Leaving aside the question of whether he believed it or not, Gu Zhuozhuo had to face the fact - Wen Yue died because of him.

Dreaming that he died and dreaming that he died because of me are also very different topics for Gu Zhuozhuo.

He can say the former coquettishly, and the latter is still lingering in his nightmare.

Besides, there is also the possibility that Wen Yue questioned his mental state.

After all, ordinary people, especially Wen Yue, respect science quite a lot.

Chengzi sighed: "Oh my god, I'm so tangled and anxious to see you all. Are you still a man? Shouldn't a man just do what he says?"

This dry word was emphasized, and Gu Zhuozhuo looked at her inexplicably: "What novel did you read again?"

"Let's not talk about that, how is my little Linxi doing recently? Is there going to be a play?" Cheng Zi asked enthusiastically.

"Ah, yes." Gu Zhuozhuo said: "It's not surprising that it will be at the end of the year, and there will be other films in the second half of the year. There should be more than one next year. Our company has hired two new first-line agents, and we will see their arrangements."

Cheng Zi received the first-hand news, and quickly lowered her head to type without caring about the person sitting across from her. She should be sending a message to her little sister.

"Happy, hehe," Cheng Zi looked up while typing, "I feel that today's special juice is very delicious. Has this store changed owners?"

"Thank you for the compliment." Gu Zhuozhuo yawned.

"?" Cheng Zi was stunned.

"Yes, I have taken over this store. The last time I came with Wen Yue, they didn't sell winter health tea. It's a pity that it took three months for the handover, and it's almost summer now." Gu Zhuozhuo said regretfully.

Orange locked the phone screen expressionlessly.

Are all men flawed?Xiuenai Xiucheng is like this and still doesn't fucking get married?

Chengzi fell into today's philosophical thinking.

Three seconds later, she suddenly remembered that there was one more thing she hadn't asked: "By the way, Zhuo Zhuo, do you still have the resource of Wang Xuchen's pornography you mentioned? Copy me a copy!"

***

Wang Xuchen happily came to Zhongsheng Culture to discuss the contract.

Wen Yue called him in the middle of the night that day, and every word hurt him. According to Wen Yue's self-cultivation and consistent emotional ups and downs, it was basically equivalent to someone else's swearing.

Wang Xuchen hugged his little quilt in a daze, and it took him a long time to understand what Wen Yue was up to, and he was immediately in extreme gloating, and he just sang a song of good luck to express his happiness.

The old man overturned, happy to hear it, I haven't done much yet, you were the first to expose it.

But this forgiveness banquet must be arranged, Wang Xuchen thought so.At the beginning, he lied to this kid with nonsense, but now that he thinks about it, he really feels a little guilty, and it's all Wen Yue's fault.

Wang Xuchen was happy for several days, and then received the script from Zhong Sheng. After reading it, he was even happier.

He has been so idle lately, he has accompanied him in foreign film festivals for five years, and his mother in the domestic market would not even recognize him.Originally, I thought about acting in a shabby web drama or something, but I over-thought, web dramas are already the world of young fresh meat, and he doesn't even want a pay-for-money crew like him, it's too old.

Originally, he planned to pack up and go back abroad, but the kid unexpectedly gave him such a big surprise. This was not a favor from Wen Yue for the sake of old acquaintances.

A decent book.

Wang Xuchen's impression of Gu Zhuozhuo finally changed from "Wen Yue's little friend" to the famous "Gu Zhuozhuo", and his interest soared.

When he came to Zhongsheng Culture, he sighed secretly when he saw the beautiful buildings everywhere.

As expected of a child who grew up in Wen Yue's elite education, but he is not the same kind of scumbag.He set up a studio of his own, with three employees taking care of the cleaners. This is annoying. If someone buys such a big company casually, it will be up soon.

Vision problem.

Gu Zhuozhuo was not in the company, so he didn't care, he confirmed the details with the person in charge here, and signed the contract.

After finishing the matter, he called Wen Yue.

"Kids aren't at the company today," Wang Xuchen said cheerfully, "I can't take pictures of you, hehe."

"..." Wen Yue said with a cool tone, "He's here with me."

"Oh! Did you go to 'Accompany You'? Damn, let me tell you earlier, I was looking forward to it. After all, your kid is so cute, and he still walks with me. I also like to chat with him!"

Wen Yue was silent.

Wang Xuchen was shocked, realizing that it was time to stop, and hurriedly added: "Speaking of business, I'll treat you to dinner today and apologize to the children. Do you have time? Ask the children!"

There was a rustle on the other end of the phone, and Gu Zhuozhuo's voice came: "Uncle Wang."

Wang Xuchen: "???"

Gu Zhuozhuo said coldly, "The kid is sending you hello, uncle."

Wang Xuchen: "..."

Wang Xuchen wiped off his sweat: "So what little Gu, I pretended I didn't hear you, so I asked you, are you going to Songchun Tower tonight? I've already reserved a seat."

"Okay." Gu Zhuozhuo said straightforwardly, "See you soon."

Gu Zhuozhuo nicknamed Wang Xuchen in his heart, Rubik's Cube Master.

Quite multifaceted.

This is the kind of person that life is like a joke. When he was not familiar with him, he really thought he was such a stable and elegant senior.As a result, once the prototype was exposed, the image was completely destroyed.

Hanging up the phone in a daze, Gu Zhuozhuo was still a little confused, and asked Wen Yue: "What kind of person is he?"

"It's annoying." Wen Yue said.

It's really not easy to get an "annoying" evaluation from Wen Yue's mouth. Gu Zhuozhuo refreshed his character profile - the annoying Rubik's cube essence.

"Actually, I asked him to pay attention to you, and that was the only time." Wen Yue said while signing, "After that, he made his own decisions."

Gu Zhuozhuo smiled and asked, "Which company does he belong to? I haven't asked yet."

"In my own studio, he is the only artist, not affiliated." Wen Yue said: "Don't look at him like this, there is a mine at home, a real mine."

"Oh, that's why Mingyu is your classmate, right? Back then the mine was still worth a lot of money."

Gu Zhuozhuo touched the teacup, it was not hot anymore, he opened the door and went out to make another cup, put it on the table and picked up the script again.

"It can't work now," Wen Yue said, and closed a document: "So he also wants to return to China to earn some money, just in case, to protect his family."

Gu Zhuozhuo understands, and at the same time understands that Wang Xuchen is not a fool.

"What's the situation in his studio, I don't think he's developing very well."

"... There are only three employees in total." Wen Yue also felt a headache when he said it: "His sister is a manager, his aunt is in finance, and his distant aunt does cleaning."

Gu Zhuozhao: "..."

Wen Yue said: "Basically he is the only one who actually does things, and no one else will come at night. We will simply have a meal."

"Yeah." Gu Zhuozhuo didn't ask any further, and picked up the script to read again.

Unexpectedly, when we arrived at Songchun Tower, a quarter of an hour after the appointed time, let alone others, Wang Xuchen himself didn't come.

It was the first time for the two of them to drink tea while sitting at the waiting table. Gu Zhuozhuo peeled an off-season orange and wondered, "He hasn't replied to WeChat yet? Why don't we make a phone call? Nothing will happen, right?"

Wen Yue frowned slightly.

Generally, he seldom calls to ask the reason when others are late, even if he doesn't mean to urge them, the other party will be anxious.

An emergency on the road is prone to accidents.

But it's not a problem to wait like this.

I was struggling, and the phone I had been waiting for for a long time finally rang.Wen Yue picked it up, hummed twice, his expression darkened, and hung up after listening to a few more words.

"What's wrong?" Gu Zhuozhuo was a little nervous: "Is something really wrong?"

"It wasn't his accident," Wen Yue stood up: "A director who had just talked to him during the day committed suicide, and he was at the scene. We also went there."