Yan Cheng's attitude is cold and cold which is visible to the naked eye.
Zhong Jiuyin didn't pay attention and explained: "Oh, I probably pressed it accidentally."
It's a very common routine, and the lines are so cliched that there's nothing new about them.
In the two years since his debut, Yan Cheng has encountered this situation many times, so much so that his eyelids twitched in response to just the first half of the sentence.
But Zhong Jiuyin was different from those actresses who deliberately dialed the wrong number. He calmly said patiently: "If nothing happens, I will hang up."
Zhong Jiuyin: "Okay...hey, wait a minute."
The man in the video frowned again.
Zhong Jiuyin didn't see it, so she turned around to get another book on the bedside, raised it up, and showed it to him like a live broadcast selling goods. "Where to Escape the Domineering Schoolboy" several cursive characters firmly occupied his sight.
"Do you still want your book?"
Yan Cheng: "...No."
He didn't mean to push her further, that voice was very cold, it was just stating a fact.
But when you have to deal with unusual people, not raising questions is the best way to move forward quickly.
She took back her hand to turn things over and sighed at Guo Mingli.
At that moment, she forced herself to believe that Yan Cheng's brows must be frowning in sadness.
Yan Cheng's voice continued to ask: "Why refuse? If you want to leave two more roles for them, I can do it."
That means someone is causing trouble.
Yan Cheng put down his cup and looked at the screen, wanting to ask, "Are you okay?"
If he drinks hot water in summer, is he not in good health?
Zhong Jiuyin understood his unfinished words tacitly.
Another few seconds passed without anyone speaking.
Zhong Jiuyin really started to count: "You often don't see people. Every time you come, you always try to persuade me to be patient and give in. You talk to me absent-mindedly. You haven't received any good jobs for me. If you hadn't known that you still have
In my conscience, I have to suspect that you have long been planning to kick me out and find another family."
This begins with the same rhetoric used by leaders to refuse employee appreciation.
When Zhong Jiuyin picked up the book and looked at his phone again, he saw him drinking water with slightly lowered eyelashes.
She put her mobile phone flat on the bed and lay beside the bed to get a book.
Zhong Jiuyin: "Okay, cut it off."
"Then it's mine." She turned the book with her fingers and told him what happened in the morning.
Guo Mingli's expression was distorted for a second, and then he held it back: "You said, why are you dissatisfied? I know how to change it. You also said before that artists and managers make each other successful. Before you really become popular, we have to
Only by getting used to it as soon as possible can you properly handle the work ahead."
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"Brother Guo, to be honest, I am really not satisfied with your performance this month."
Zhong Jiuyin flipped through a pile of blood-enhancing oral liquid.
Guo Mingli: "..."
Yan Cheng was silent.
In the office two days ago, Mr. Su had an attitude of "Anyone who stops you from having a relationship with Yan Cheng is a heinous person." Today, it has become a trial and error again.
"My company planned to use your influence to cast two characters to flatter others. I pretended to be you and refused. If you have a chance to meet in the future, don't reveal the truth."
I don't know where her mind went.
"Are you okay?" she asked thoughtfully.
Yan Cheng held up his forehead and pressed his temples, then hung up himself.
She propped up one leg, put it on the arm to support her chin, and looked at Yan Cheng attentively.
After she asked, she said to herself: "It should be. Fortunately, I am in good health and can carry it without eating these things. If I had the intention to wait for you to send me something and then politely recover, I would have two feet of grass on my grave by now."
"
Zhong Jiuyin's eyes flashed lightly.
The water must still be hot, and the diffused heat curled around his deep eyebrows. His slightly opened thin lips had a natural crimson color, and when soaked in the water, they shone with a moist luster.
"Yes," she said with a hint of smugness on her face, "open WeChat~"
Some of her descriptions are really jumpy, and she has a vaguely educated but not high-end temperament.
Half a minute later, the two people were still looking at each other silently on the screen.
Yan Cheng: "... Your character design today is your first contact with human society?"
Two days passed.
The screen was still completely white, and no one was staring furtively. Yan Cheng acted more casually, picking up the steaming cup and drinking water.
She shook her head to herself, shook the beautiful man who flashed through her mind to the back of her head as usual, and picked up some bedside reading material again.
He also very diligently brought a bunch of skin care products, saying they were for her to replenish her body after the car accident.
"It's something." He said calmly.
...She really can handle it.
Her voice was clear and clear: "It's not necessary. To get favors and take care of the family is not to take care of an orphan at the end of the life or to marry a daughter at the end of the life."
"Okay, then go and get busy. Goodbye."
There is only the green dialog box in the entire chat interface. If you want to personify the avatars on both sides, it would be like Xiao Green chasing Xiao Bai wishfully, but the other party is unmoved.
Zhong Jiuyin: "Of course it was a serious car accident."
Yan Cheng's thought of hanging up the phone paused: "Pretend to be me?"
The camera flickered, and there was only a white ceiling on the screen.
His movements made the book on his fingers unable to rotate, and it fell under the bed with a clatter.
"Brother Guo, did you forget to send it that day?"
Other agents don’t want to take her? Impossible, she has a great chance to get ahead now, she is a hot commodity.
Doesn't being in poor health mean being fragile? Doesn't being fragile mean being fragile? Then isn't he beautiful and miserable at the same time?
He rubbed his face and put on a smile: "Jiuyin, I am busy helping the training teacher bring new people this month, so I am a little distracted. Mr. Su talked to me about your objection to me. I understand, but considering
Now is the critical moment for you to take the lead and require stability. There are currently no other useful agents in the company available, so we will continue to work together."
Zhong Jiuyin's face didn't change: "No. But you have to understand that I just had a car accident and my brain is not working well."
Guo Mingli's scalp tensed up, and he heard her say quietly again: "But given your ability to not get me a decent job in two years, you should be like me, and you can't find another job for the time being."
Her expression was quite concerned, as if he had just swallowed three kilograms of Western medicine instead of drinking water.
Yan Cheng: “What kind of car accident could knock you back to before mobile phones became popular?”
Yan Cheng said "hmm" and waited for her to hang up.
They had nothing more to say, and the remaining three to five seconds of quiet time were enough to leave them blank, and then they could hang up the unexpected video with a few sips of water.
Is it because Guo Mingli speaks so nicely, or does someone else play a role in promoting it?
Zhong Jiuyin came closer and could see the color of his pupils clearly: "Goodbye."
Any man, coupled with the words "beautiful, strong and miserable", is like a halo of attraction. I still can't realize how strong he is, but his beauty and misery alone are enough to attract attention.
Just like Yan Cheng, his expression was very calm, and the biggest fluctuations in his expression were contributed to the moment of tearing off clothes.
Guo Mingli once again: "..."
Guo Mingli suddenly came to the door and brought his assistant to find the way.
Yan Cheng calmly pointed out: "The prerequisite for goodbye is that you cut off this meeting first."
The phone interface returned to normal. Zhong Jiuyin took a look and saw that the call lasted nine minutes and thirty-six seconds.
He didn't get the job on purpose!
But while he was making excuses for himself in his heart, he couldn't help but wonder: Is this the reason why that person delayed in fulfilling his promise to transfer him?
Zhong Jiuyin paid attention to his reaction out of the corner of her eye, and then said: "Brother Guo, you...sigh."
After a brief pause, Guo Mingli expressed his determination sincerely: "Don't worry, I am relying on you to get a promotion and salary increase, and I will change these things."
"That's good. When I get a good job and make money, I will definitely not forget Brother Guo's efforts. You will have everything other people's agents have."