She will have a bright future, and everyone thinks so.
Zhong Jiuyin was a little dizzy when he drank. On the way back to the hotel, the word was silently repeated in his mouth.
It seems that I have read it many times, and my mind is so dizzy that I can't tell who is standing next to me. I still bit these four words between my lips and teeth and grind them.
After entering the hotel elevator, Yan Cheng replaced the hard-working two men, half-held and half-held her weak body.
"What did you say?" He saw her mouth moving, but he didn't hear it clearly.
Zhong Jiuyin repeated again: "The future is bright."
"Well, you will have a bright future. Be steady and get out of the elevator."
Sister Xu walked in front to lead the way, Qian Yu and Ergu followed behind in a complicated mood, looking at their bodies tightly pressing each other, their teeth were sore.
As soon as he stepped out of the elevator, Qian Yu's cell phone rang.
Zhong Jiuyin turned around and looked at him when she heard the sound, but she didn't know what she was looking at. She swept it casually and turned back, leaned against Yan Cheng, and was helped by him into the corridor on the 17th floor.
Qian Yu saw the caller ID but was a little strange. He answered it and asked in confusion: "Mr. Su?"
Su Cheng, the boss, doesn't sleep with his pretty lover in the middle of the night, can he still worry about the work of the employees?
He continued to listen, but he didn't expect it to be true.
Su Cheng called this to ask Zhong Jiuyin about signing a new contract with the company, and asked Zhong Jiuyin if he had considered it. He also said that if he had any ideas, he could discuss it tomorrow, but he would urge him to sign the contract as soon as possible.
The company boss cares so much about artists and keeps up late and doesn't sleep, so Qian Yu feels flattered for Zhong Jiuyin, and by the way, he is a little wary of "things are about to happen."
Qian Yu first dragged the time to ask questions, then hung up and chased him to tell Zhong Jiuyin about this.
Zhong Jiuyin was dizzy and passed the sentence "President Su urged you to ask how you think about signing a new contract" twice, but his mind was still full of traces.
"Contract...what is the same?"
Qian Yu: "..." You have a big hole in your mind, like a slotted spoon.
Fortunately, Yan Cheng was a sober and reliable person. After helping Zhong Jiuyin back to the room, he took a glass of water for her to drink, and repeated it in her ear.
His voice was clear, and to Zhong Jiuyin, it fell on his face little by little like a snow slag, saving him a little bit of soberness.
The two of them muttered and whispered to each other with their lovers, and then Yan Cheng told Qian Yu: "She is not considering renewing the new contract for the time being."
Qian Yu asked: "What was she going to do?"
Yan Cheng: "I suggested that she open a studio, but she is still thinking about it. Only she knows what she plans for."
"She opens a studio by herself?" Qian Yu was quite surprised. He had not heard this plan from Zhong Jiuyin's mouth.
I thought she would take the opportunity to terminate the contract with the company and switch to Yan Cheng's studio. Many people analyzed this in the barrage of today's program.
I guess Su Cheng also saw the news circulating on the Internet, so he asked so urgently.
The money tree that just grew up hasn't made a lot of money for the company, so it seems that it's going to go to someone else's yard. Bosses like Sucheng who are mean to be stingy without making money is indeed anxious.
Yan Cheng replied "Yes".
He pushed away Zhong Jiuyin's hair, put his palm on her face, and did not look back, and said lightly: "Yixuan and public relations in Huancheng Entertainment have not kept up with her development yet, it depends entirely on your personal resources
We are helping.”
"And her experience in the past two years shows that your company lacks attention to artists. No matter how you look at it, it is not a good place that makes people willing to renew their contracts."
Qian Yu was ashamed and thought to himself, why wasn't Su Cheng himself standing here to accept criticism?
Zhong Jiuyin also leaned her head from Yan Cheng's arm and repeated lazily: "It's not a good place."
When the two of the two of the background board almost burst out laughing.
Yan Cheng pushed her head back and said, "After opening a personal studio, except for resources, you can only rely on your connections. Other parts can outsource and find the best team."
Sister Xu interrupted: "And he is there, so you shouldn't worry about resources."
Qian Yu looked around, so Yan Cheng had already thought about the way ahead for Zhong Jiuyin?
"Then how do you want me to go back?" he asked Zhong Jiuyin.
Zhong Jiuyin waved her hand, and Yan Cheng was the spokesperson and said to her: "You don't need to report it to your boss if you haven't seen it yet. When she wakes up tomorrow, she will consider it."
"Okay." Qian Yu took his cell phone out and called Su Cheng.
Sister Xu put her arms around her, looked at the two little assistants who were left behind, walked over a few steps and lowered her voice and asked Yan Cheng: "You are going to stay here tonight?"
Yan Cheng paused and shook his head first, but looked at Zhong Jiuyin who was not very awake, and he didn't say the words "not stay".
Sister Xu doesn’t have to wait for the exact answer, and you can tell what’s going on with his expression. She said meaningfully: “I suggest you stay for two hours. Today’s show just ended, and paparazzi and fans are crazy.”
If someone sneaks into the hotel and squats in, and sees them coming out of a room tomorrow morning, wouldn't they explode?
Yan Cheng pursed his lips for a moment, and said "Yeah" without being salty or light.
Sister Xu smiled at himself and glanced at Zhong Jiuyin.
She was looking at them with her eyes open, not like a drunk person with no clarity at all, and as leisurely as an old man who had enough food and drink and didn't want to move.
"What are you talking about?" she asked.
The sound was a little fluttering, and she could hear it herself. She supported her forehead and dared not sway, for fear of being even more dizzy.
Yan Cheng glanced at her: "You said you were drunk too much, be careful to fall into the bathroom alone at night."
Of course, Zhong Jiuyin's mind was also floating, and the answer was full of no end.
"Why do I have to go to the bathroom alone?"
Yan Cheng: "Because you will be the only one here later."
Zhong Jiuyin did not say "Then you stay" according to public logic, but sat up and said, "How come there is only one person left in the world? I tell you that your statement is wrong. Through psychology
It implies that people feel lonely is a kind of…”
Yan Cheng calmly covered her mouth.
She brags about her standard templates. When Yan Cheng heard this, he knew what was going on. Before letting Sister Xu and the others hear it, he stopped her verbal beef patties from flying into the sky.
"Or you'd better stay for a long time," said Xu. "She really looks like an alcoholic who will fall in the bathroom alone."
Yan Cheng naturally agreed.
After Qian Yu called back, he learned that Yan Cheng was going to stay and take care of Zhong Jiuyin.
Can that be a simple care? Zhong Jiuyin's mind is confused, and one-third of the disabled people can feel at ease to keep a man here?
"Or the two..."
Yan Cheng raised his watch and glanced at it, and said calmly: "I will leave when she falls asleep. I will fly abroad at noon tomorrow."
Qian Yu seemed to hear his implication: Put away your dirty thoughts, will I, Yan Cheng, be a pervert who takes advantage of others' danger? We are doing pure love.
"...Okay, thank you for your hard work to take care of her." Qian Yu glanced at Zhong Jiuyin who was leaning comfortably in Yan Cheng's arms, quietly rolled his eyes, and quickly pulled the two men away.
The artist is lazy and lying on the face of a handsome man, but fortunately the artist assistant is as lonely as him.
Qian Yu was about to call the second guy to arrange accommodation, but unexpectedly, someone took out a card from his pocket and said, "I booked a luxurious suite on the 20th floor, so don't worry about Brother Qian."
Qian Yu: “…”
It’s better to live than artists, is this an assistant? This is the general manager!
The small details that have been laid out recently will turn into a knife behind them (I am so cruel, God)