When Sheng Xingze came back, he only saw the WeChat interface flashing non-stop, and his father was yelling from the group early in the morning.
Father Xing: Son, don't hold back when you have something to do, tell Dad, and Dad will support you.
Dad Xing: Xing Xing, don’t listen to the nonsense of those people on the Internet. Dad always thinks that those people don’t understand art. Do they know what acting is? Believe me, Dad, you did a great job. If you don't win the award, the judges are simply blind.
Sheng Xingze grabbed some snacks to pad his stomach, while scrolling through the chat records in the previous family group, the arc of the corner of his mouth was never let down from the beginning to the end.
He finally found the source of the original owner's self-confidence despite his poor acting skills.
Star Dad: Star Treasure, why are you ignoring Dad
Star Mom: Don't yell, my son probably hasn't woken up yet.
When Sheng Xingze saw this, his manager Wan Boxue called.
"The matter has been found out, it was Yuan Xiu who did it." His tone was not very good, and he explained impatiently. "I'm just telling you to warn you not to make fun of yourself. You know, the company is now promoting him. No matter what you do, you will be suppressed by the company, so you can only swallow this loss."
Wan Boxue is the agent that Dad Sheng talked about at a high price. As his name suggests, he is very knowledgeable and has good professional skills, but he is also very good at exploiting artists.
It's just that his mind was never on Sheng Xingze. Although he received the high price paid by Sheng's father, he didn't treat Sheng Xingze with all his heart. His thoughts were spent on Lin Mu, another artist under his command.
When he got the role of Su Jinmu back then, his first reaction was to give it to Lin Mu. Who knew that he was cut off halfway by Sheng Xingze. He never showed up for so many days.
But now it is even more impossible for him to offend Yuan Xiu for the sake of Sheng Xingze, he can clearly weigh the weight of the two.
"How long is left on my contract?" Sheng Xingze narrowed his eyes, with a dangerous light shining through them.
"Four and a half years, I know there is someone behind you. Terminating the contract with the company now is harmful to you..." With so many words, in fact, Sheng Xingze's termination of the contract is really harmful to him. You will lose a large source of income.
"Needless to say." Sheng Xingze interrupted him, "Get ready to terminate the contract." He would let them know how big a loss it would be for the entire company to lose him.
After hanging up the phone, Sheng Xingze let out a long sigh of relief. The wechat notification tone on his phone was still ringing non-stop. He raised his phone to have a look.
Star Dad: In the face of cyber violence, we should do this.
Star Dad: A celebrity committed suicide due to Internet violence, what should we do
Star Dad: When cyber violence comes, some people resist and others swallow their anger, but he takes up the weapon of law.
Sheng Xingze gradually laughed out loud as he watched. The Sheng family's parents, who he thought were just a string of characters, suddenly came alive, and he called Sheng's mother.
The person on the other side had obviously been guarding the phone all the time, and immediately picked up the receiver when it rang: "Xing Xing."
Hearing this title, Sheng Xingze inexplicably felt his nose sore, and he hummed in a muffled voice.
In the last life before his mother passed away, he told Sheng Xingze to name him because he was her star. After his mother passed away, no one called him that again.
"Mom helped you scold those people back. It's not sad." Sheng's mother said on the other end of the phone, and Sheng's father stuck to her side eagerly, not daring to snatch the phone from his wife.
"Yeah." Sheng Xingze didn't know how to get along with the elders, and he agreed to everything Sheng's mother said.
Father Sheng eavesdropped on his cell phone, and Sheng Xingze's response seemed to him to be sad and weak, and his whole person was listless. "Look at how wronged our stars are."
Mother Sheng pushed his head away annoyed and continued to speak into the receiver.
Sheng Xingze heard Dad Sheng's muttering, and suddenly smiled: "Mom, tell Dad that I am not wronged."
Father Sheng heard it, and quickly grabbed the phone, "Xing Xing, Dad will come to see you in two days."
"good."
Sheng's father would talk endlessly when he met his son, and Sheng's mother snatched the phone impatiently, "Relax for two days, don't go to filming, we will pay if the crew loses money, anyway, the family makes money to prevent you Wronged outside."
Sheng Xingze agreed everything, and Sheng's mother explained a few more words.
After hanging up the phone, Sheng Xingze fell back on the bed, the corners of his mouth rising uncontrollably.
Only at this moment did he clearly feel that the original owner, the beloved parents, really belonged to him now.
His parents in the original world got together because of a business marriage, and the two had no relationship. His mother had been in poor health since giving birth to him, and she passed away before Sheng Xingze grew up.
Father doesn't like his mother, and even Sheng Xingze doesn't like him. He basically doesn't go home. It's normal for Sheng Xingze not to see him for ten days and a half months. If it wasn't for the extra money in his card every month, Sheng Xingze would almost forget himself. There is another father.
As soon as his mother left, his father married Bai Yueguang and returned home. Bai Yueguang's son became Sheng Xingze's younger brother, and Sheng Xingze became a redundant member of the family from then on.
When he was young, Sheng Xingze thought his father was busy, so they didn't meet each other. He didn't know that his father didn't come home until Bai Yueguang came home because he didn't like their mother and son.
He worked hard in the entertainment industry by himself, thinking that if he was good enough, he would be seen by his father, but when he reached the top, he couldn't get his father's attention. He thought that he was not good enough, so when he turned around, he saw his father hugging his younger brother. A sweetheart.
He went home less and less often, but he never got a call asking him why he didn't come home so late. Sheng Xingze even thought that even if he died, he wouldn't be discovered by them.
But now everything is different, God has given him a pair of parents who love him again, but he regards the family love that the original owner doesn't care about as treasure.
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Yu Bai sat on the set of the film and brushed Weibo expressionlessly. What he saw was almost all the black material that was overwhelming Sheng Xingze's entire network.
"Bring me your Weibo account." He reached out to Yuan Yuanyuan.
Yuan Yuanyuan endured the low pressure from the boss and idol, and would rather die than submit. "Sister Tao said she would never give it to you."
When Yu Bai first debuted, he was young and vigorous, and he offended many people on Weibo. In a fit of anger, his manager Tao Yining took his Weibo account, and he was usually only allowed to play with his small account. Yu Bai himself didn't like to post on Weibo. Although his personality calmed down later, Yu Bai didn't have the urge to ask for his Weibo account back again. This was the first time.
Seeing Yu Bai's complexion getting darker, Yuan Yuanyuan quietly ran to call Tao Yining.
Knowing that Yuan Yuanyuan was uncertain about paying attention, Yu Bai continued to scroll through Weibo with his brows furrowed.
Within two minutes, Yuan Yuanyuan came back holding the phone, "Sister Tao is looking for you."
Before Yu Bai could speak, the agent on the opposite side preemptively said, "Don't beat me into the muddy water at this time, even if you don't like Sheng Xingze, you don't want your image if you do this kind of thing."
Yu Bai didn't know why the people around him always thought they didn't like Sheng Xingze. "Who said I was going to step on him?"
"Could it be that you still want to speak for him?" Tao Yining sneered twice.
Yu Bai leaned against the back of the chair with Erlang's legs crossed, with a lazy arc drawn at the corner of his mouth.
"I think so too."