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Some netizens wanted to find photos of Boss Chenyu on the Internet, but they couldn't even find an ID photo.

Just when I thought this matter was going to be revealed, suddenly some Chenyu employees posted photos of their boss...and there were quite a few of them.

However, they seemed to have reached some kind of tacit understanding. They didn't show their faces at all, only their backs wearing various styles of formal wear.

Netizens commented:

"Looking at his figure, he really looks like a handsome guy in real life. Any photo he takes will make him feel great."

"Did anyone pay attention to the muscle lines on the white shirt? Sihasha."

"Everyone. "Restrain yourself, I'm a married person."

The company has regulatory authorities, and usually people don't dare to post photos of their bosses.

The reason for such an open and honest post today is due to a solicitation message posted on the Chenyu Forum: [Collecting photos of Fu Dong without showing his face, post them on @topics on social platforms, and manage them with screenshots and website shortcuts, and you will be rewarded with an electronic shopping card. 】

You can get a 2,000 yuan shopping card by posting a photo. This is no different from pie in the sky. Xiao Li also squeezed in to join in the fun.

He posted the photo he took that day near the shopping mall and amusement park, and to his surprise it became popular. It didn't take long to accumulate nearly 10,000 likes.

He was also swiped by the girl who asked Fu Yanchen for his contact information in front of the amusement park.

The girl thought about the situation that day and commented more objectively:

"I happened to be nearby at the time. I thought it was some handsome passerby, so I went up to ask for my contact information, but the handsome guy politely refused. At that time, he said that he had already Married."

...

At this point, the rumor that Zhong Qiao married the old man for wealth and power was completely shattered. Qiao fans' favorability towards this brother-in-law has increased a lot.

My brother-in-law, who is young and rich, has a good figure and has a sense of boundaries for the opposite sex, well... he is barely worthy of being in Qiaoqiao.

-When

Fu Yanchen came home, he found a vinyl record player installed on the bedside table, and his eyebrows slightly raised.

This model is very old and was a classic ten years ago. He also had one at that time, but it broke later.

I don't know where Zhong Qiao got the one in front of me.

He stood in front of the record player for a while, then reached out and turned back the tone arm.

[Blackening value -2, current mission target blackening value: 77, host, good night. 】

The dim orange bedside lamp reflects on Zhong Qiao's face. Compared with ten years ago, it has lost its youthfulness but has more settled beauty.

Fu Yanchen stared at her quietly. The memory that had been faded by the past four years had become much clearer recently.

In the memory, the girl smiled and rolled her eyes, her eyes as if washed by water, reflecting his figure, "Fu Yanchen, we are about to graduate. Everyone is signing each other's names on the school uniform as a souvenir. I am the first one on the school uniform." Can you sign your name?"

"Okay." He stared at her with dark eyes, opened his lips, and trembled almost imperceptibly, talking to her from ten years ago.

-The

next morning, Zhong Qiao turned over and subconsciously touched his side, which felt hard.

She opened her eyes and looked at the man next to her, muttering, "You haven't gotten up yet."

"Yeah." In fact, she woke up early, but she just felt that she had been leaving early and coming back late these days, and she wanted to spend more time with her, so she missed today's morning. run.

He turned sideways, gently hugged her waist, and said hoarsely, "I saw the hot search yesterday and asked someone to deal with it."

Zhong Qiao was half surprised and half curious, "How was it dealt with?"

Fu Yanchen: "It proves that I am not an old man."

Zhong Qiao smiled.

She calculated the age difference between the two and found that Fu Yanchen was four years older than her.

Zhong Qiao enjoyed the feeling of the two hugging each other and chatting in the morning. For a moment, he was playful, and there was a hint of slyness in his smile, "I was over thirty at the beginning of the year. Now I am considered a busy man, so why don't I count as an old man?" "

Bensi, old man.

Fu Yanchen smiled faintly, his eyes darkening, "Are you sure you will talk to me about this in the morning?"

"..." He felt a little uncomfortable.

Fu Yanchen walked up to her and gently bit her already sensitive earlobe. "I've recovered from the cold. It's still early..."

The words were full of hints.

The man's voice was low and sexy, and every step of the way he seemed to be tempting her to commit a crime. Zhong Qiao swallowed almost imperceptibly, and was aroused, but he thought that he had been invited to rehearse a play today. She may not be able to handle a man who has been idle for so long, and it won't be good if her legs are weak during the rehearsal of the play.

She pushed the danger between her legs away, but did not let go. "I have to rehearse a play during the day, so I have to conserve my strength. Well...do you need my help?"

"How can you help me?" Fu Yanchen asked knowingly.

Zhong Qiao pinched it teasingly, and he groaned in excitement.

"Forget it if I don't know."

"I can't count." His voice was low and hoarse, and he kissed her in a flattering manner, "Honey, help me."

The moment he finished calling his nickname, Fu Yanchen was lost in thought. It seemed that It was the first time he called her that.

But soon, the attention was diverted.

The hot breath sprayed in her hair, and all she could smell in her nose was her fragrance.

His threshold in front of her was pulled very low... It was a strange stimulation that he had never experienced in the past. Her unscrupulous movements almost made him exceed the minimum duration.

After barely holding on for a while, she finally confessed in an unintentional voice.

He took the wet tissue on the bedside table and wiped her hands carefully.

Zhong Qiao broke away from this novel experience. Just as she was about to get up, he pushed her down on the bed again. The voice that fell into her ears was deep and hoarse, "Reciprocity is reciprocated."

She suddenly opened her eyes wide and exclaimed. Her whole body was as soft as a ball of marshmallow, letting him suck and rub it, and the only thing he could reach was the thick black hair between her legs.

In the end, the sheets were all covered with her marks. It was so exaggerated, even more exaggerated than she had imagined.

Zhong Qiao lay in his arms and calmed down, his eyes were moist, and a weak whine came out of his nose, "It's all your fault, what about the sheets now?"

Fu Yanchen confessed to the evidence of his rebellion, "Well, It's all my fault."

He kissed her cheek bit by bit, with a hint of laziness in his voice, "I'll throw it into the washing machine later, and I won't let Auntie touch it."

-

When he went downstairs to have breakfast, the system said. He took advantage of every opportunity to report: [The blackening value is -2, the current mission target is blackening value: 75, host, please continue to work hard. 】

Why not 77?

[It dropped by two points last night when you were half asleep. 】

oh.

[Don't worry, host, I will turn off perception when necessary. ]

"..."

I didn't ask you this.

[...]

Rehearsals were scheduled in the afternoon and evening. After breakfast, Zhong Qiao carefully studied the script that Myron sent her and finally made a decision.

She dialed Myron's number, first to tell him about the incident, and secondly to apologize to him.

Judging from the memory given to her by the original owner, Myron is indeed a very good and responsible agent.

From Myron's perspective, she would definitely be very angry and want to curse if the artist she had carefully cultivated had kept it from her for so long. And if because of the artist's background, he can't even say a harsh word to her, it will be even more frustrating and heartbreaking.

She took over the life of the original owner, so she also had certain obligations to bear the mistakes made by the original owner.

Hearing Zhong Qiao's words, Myron was stunned for a moment, then snorted coldly, but the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously.

Before Zhong Qiao's phone call, he had been mentally depressed all night, and even had the idea of ​​telling his boss to ask Zhong Qiao to find another agent.

But she didn't expect that Zhong Qiao would apologize to him, and he said it so sincerely that he almost wanted to cry.

He felt from the bottom of his heart that Zhong Qiao was a good prospect, otherwise he would not have signed her at that time.

He just knew Zhong Qiao's background, and he didn't know how to take care of Zhong Qiao in the future.

With Zhong Qiao's husband's financial ability, she can be the number one female anytime she wants, but this goes against his original intention of leading an artist.

In his eyes, artists are pure embryos, agents and performance teachers are outliners, and works are paints. Only when these complement each other can a work of art be achieved.

Instead of just throwing money at filming and bringing in money to film.

"Lao Mai, I plan to take on the first script."

Myron was silent for a moment and said after considering, "You might not be able to film that movie."

Zhong Qiao frowned, "Why?"

"I was waiting for you. Yes, but after your negative news came out yesterday, the producers of those two dramas decided to cast someone else to be the female lead overnight." After speaking, Myron added, "Of course we can also fight for it, worst case scenario. You can also be the second or third female lead."

What Melon didn't say was that although Zhong Qiao clarified that he was not marrying an old man. But as a popular artist, getting married has a great impact on the artist. With the inherent impression of a married woman, many viewers of the character type will not buy it.

Those producers were all smart people. They didn't want to suffer the disadvantage of being dumb, and they didn't dare to offend Zhong Qiao's background. They could only take advantage of Zhong Qiao's undecided decision and settle on other artists as quickly as possible.

Myron thought she had been hit, so he comforted her, "Qiaoqiao, let's rest for a while longer. When you adjust to your condition, I'll get you a movie as an actress."

Zhong Qiao has been in the industry for so long. It's not uncommon for Feng Zhidao to change its female lead.

She pondered for a few seconds, "Lao Mai, I want to take on a play."

"Why so suddenly?" Myron asked her, "Have you decided?"

"Well, although I'm not the leading role, the role is very interesting, and I want to finish it. Come on, join the group."

"That's good."

That's fine. Myron thinks it will take some time for him to help Zhong Qiao win the actress.

Before hanging up the phone, he did not forget to do some psychological counseling, "In short, let's calm down and practice our acting skills. The wine is not afraid of the alley..."

-The

drama "The Girl in the Corner" is Wen Suyi's graduation work, narrated A story about school bullying.

He brought the actors together without clearly specifying the role each played. Rotation is performed only by drawing lots.

And the reason why he invited Zhong Qiao over was because he saw the comment last night that spread rumors about school violence against her... He believed in art, and Zhong Qiao's temperament really matched that of a little princess from a well-off family.

It just so happened that he still owed her a meal, so he asked his assistant to ask for her contact information on the grounds of a drama invitation.

Zhong Qiao laughed angrily when she heard the reason. She had just been wronged and was invited to star in the play as a bully. Wen Suyi's brain circuit is indeed beyond the comprehension of a mortal like her.

"Don't be angry first." Wen Suyi told her the script calmly, and after he finished he asked her, "How was it? Are you excited?"