Sheng Qianye did not get in the car, but just raised his hands outside the car and repeatedly tested the temperature of his forehead and cheeks.
The man in the car didn't understand what she meant and frowned: "Why are you touching your forehead?"
"Between the two of us—" Sheng Qianye licked his lower lip and tried to speak tactfully, "Is one of us crazy?"
If she wasn't a popular artist in the company and dared to talk to her boss like that, the legal department would probably be writing a letter of termination for her by now.
But... who makes her earn more
Thinking of this, Sheng Qianye couldn't help but become a little tougher and straightened his back even more.
She, Sheng Qianye, is such an excellent female star who is not afraid of power.
Fu Xiu stared at her for a while: "..."
His formulaic process was actually countered. It was obvious that the man on the opposite side, Sheng Qianye, could not seem to figure it out using ordinary thinking.
So he restored the cooling temperature to normal and said simply, "Get in the car."
Before Sheng Qianye could come up with a corresponding countermeasure, he suddenly heard a dissatisfied voice in the dark: "Grandfather just finished talking to you, why are you so indifferent again?"
The man pinched his brows.
If he went along with the old man, Sheng Qianye thought he had a problem with his brain; if he didn't act accordingly, the old man would complain.
It's all because of that phone call.
Tonight, he was taking the old man to dinner nearby. Some clever person insisted on calling him and flattered him: "Sheng Qianye's car is still being repaired. I heard that she made you angry this morning. So we won't send a car to pick her up tonight, right?"
Normally, this phone is turned off, so no unimportant information will reach him. He is only responsible for key decisions. Even if there is a call, he will not answer it unless it is in his notes.
But with his grandparents around, he had to be more patient. After all, the elderly were a bit stubborn as they aged, so instead of analyzing the reasons behind his actions in detail, it was better to follow their lead as much as possible, which would be convenient and would also make the elderly happy.
As a result, when he answered the phone, the idiot on the other end not only treated him as a handyman, but also proposed a stupid solution of not sending a car.
Not to mention that what happened in the morning was just a misunderstanding. Even if the artist really made him angry, he shouldn't have escalated personal grudges into work.
He suppressed his anger and glanced at the caller ID, intending to fire the idiot immediately.
Unexpectedly, the stupid guy made such a loud noise that his grandmother heard it and reported it to him. She then thought about the name Sheng Qianye, which she was familiar with. He was one of the most influential artists in the company and had made many contributions to the company.
So, adhering to the idea of "let Fu Xiu be a people-oriented and good boss", the old man suggested: Why don't we go and pick up Sheng Qianye.
It was difficult for him to go against the old man's suggestion, and now the situation had reached a dead end as he had expected.
The man really hated wasting time, so he got out of the car quickly and opened the passenger door for Sheng Qianye.
When Sheng Qianye heard the old man's voice, her mind raced and she quickly understood what had happened. Probably the boss was forced to take care of herself, so she saw such a magical realist business smile just now.
She also had to save her boss's face, so she cooperated and sat in the passenger seat immediately. However, she still had the desire to escape as soon as possible, so she quickly told the driver the address of the hotel.
I've heard before that although Fu Xiu has a bad temper, he has a pair of grandparents who are like good old people. Maybe everything has its limits. Genes are really amazing.
Unexpectedly, when the car drove to the downtown area and the lights were bright, the old man caught a glimpse of her eyebrows and eyes in the mirror, and was stunned for a moment: "Little girl, have you ever acted in "Warm Bones"? "
Sheng Qianye turned around, smiled and nodded: "Yes, have you seen it?"
"Of course. I didn't expect you to be prettier than on TV."
"We, Ashu, really know how to choose people."
Sheng Qianye thought to himself, I was not recruited by your Ah Xiu, and this morning was even the first time I met him.
But after taking a look at Fu Xiu, she still didn't expose him, and agreed: "Yes, our boss has good taste."
"Is he usually nice to you?"
Sheng Qianye smiled slightly: "It's good, he often watches us."
Especially when I was late, he gave me deathly glares for six minutes in a row, it was really moving.
His grandfather may have felt that the atmosphere was indescribably subtle, so he went deeper into the topic: "What have you done that moved you or left a deep impression on you?"
—Does it count as not letting me breathe
Sheng Qianye felt that this question was a bit too difficult to answer. He met the eyes of the man who was sitting upright, and felt that the air conditioner was saying "If you can't answer it well, just wait to use the air conditioner for a year."
She shuddered, and had no choice but to make up a story.
"Maybe, maybe it was because they brought 20 giant water heaters to the set when I wanted to drink hot water... I guess."
It’s too difficult. If you can answer this question, you will be admitted to Tsinghua University.
After hearing this reply, Fu Xiu said:
That's not necessary.
His grandfather always believed that employee loyalty and satisfaction had a great impact on a company. Fu Xiu's personality had been worrying since he was a child. He always had a cold face and looked difficult to mess with.
That's why they often come to the company to see if he can handle the company's relationships and atmosphere well, and often advise him not to be so aggressive, after all, the elderly are always worried.
Grandfather sighed slightly and said, "Too much resentment is very bad for the development of the company. I hope you will raise your opinions directly if you have any."
Sheng Qianye's heart skipped a beat and she opened her lips, feeling like she had a lot of words that she couldn't stop saying. However, before she could utter a single syllable, she saw Fu Xiu move his body and his eyes narrowed slightly.
She managed to turn the tide and swallowed back her words, gnashing her teeth and speaking softly—
"I have no opinion."
…
After finally getting off the car, she felt that the luckiest thing tonight was the assistant who did not get on the car.
Why didn't anyone tell her before she joined the company that as an employee of Hua Yan, she would have to take elective courses to deal with Fu Xiu's grandparents? She would have to pass the course with high scores and no mistakes? She would have to give praise that was both real and untrue against her conscience
Sheng Qianye sighed in the evening breeze: "If it weren't for the high salary and good resources, who would be willing to work for refrigeration and air conditioning?"
These words happened to fall into the ears of the man who got off the car to buy something. Fu Xiu paused, and when he looked up again, she had disappeared at the door.
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A week later, Sheng Qianye had the stitches on his arm removed and rushed back to the crew to film.
When she was resting, she sat on the recliner and couldn't help thinking about how she had rushed to the company for a meeting on the day she was injured. She secretly felt that it was a good thing that she couldn't see the refrigeration and air conditioning after leaving the company.
The door of the lounge creaked slightly, and the man who was torn into pieces in her mind walked in.
Sheng Qianye: …?
Fu Xiu glanced around her lounge and then asked, "Why are you the only one here?"
"This is the personal lounge that the company has applied for me," Sheng Qianye had more and more questions in his mind, "If someone else comes, then I'm doomed."
Perhaps because he felt that he knew very little about his artists, Fu Xiu was silent for a moment.
He turned and walked towards the door, and just as Sheng Qianye was praying that he would open the door and leave her, the man brought a chair and sat down not far from her.
Sheng Qianye coughed: "What's the matter?"
What's so important that you, boss, would take the trouble to come to the lounge and exacerbate my PTSD
Fu Xiu looked at her for a while, wanting to say something but stopping himself, his Adam's apple rolling up and down.
His gaze naturally made people uncomfortable. Sheng Qianye was so tired from waiting that he thought about it and decided to take the initiative: "I didn't evade taxes."
Fu Xiu frowned:
She added: "I didn't cook the books either."
"… "
"Nor has he done anything that would harm the interests of the company."
"No," the man coughed and covered his lips, "Is your wound better?"
"In your heart?" She thought this man finally felt guilty about what he had done a while ago.
Even Fu Xiu choked for a few seconds, and asked sideways: "What wounds are in your heart?"
"Too many to describe in a few moments."
She poked her arm: "Is that what you're asking?"
He nodded.
She suddenly realized: "Fortunately you reminded me, I almost forgot to apply the medicine..."
The stitches were removed today and the doctor told me to apply ointment when I come back.
The medicine to be applied was both ointment and liquid. Sheng Qianye took a cotton swab and prescribed two bottles of medicine. One hand had to be kept as still as possible, and it looked a bit difficult to move.
Fu Xiu felt somewhat guilty for misunderstanding her during the meeting, so he stopped by to see her when he passed by the set. Now he asked her with a bit of compensatory meaning: "Do you need any help?"
Sheng Qianye looked at him bewilderedly and puzzled for several seconds.
Something flashed through the crack of the door, and she finally reacted and waved, "Anmian, come in and take a picture for me."
Anmian opened the door and walked in: "What are you filming?"
Sheng Qianye raised his head and gestured: "Take a photo of our boss applying medicine to me. Make three copies. Post one on the display board at the entrance of the company to praise the boss's gentleness, kindness and compassion for employees. Send one to my grandparents, and keep another for the boss to appreciate."
Fu Xiu: “…”
Okay, you’re so cruel.
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After taking good business photos with her boss, Sheng Qianye continued to film. Due to the remote location of the costume drama, she was almost half-disappeared from the world.
The next news Fu Xiu got about her was from an entertainment media report, which said that she had indeed cleared another day of her schedule to pay homage to her parents.
He just found out about it a while ago.
Her parents passed away very early, and while everyone in junior high and high school was living under the protection of their parents, she had already learned to be independent, working as a tutor in her spare time after school, and using her salary and scholarships to cover her living and tuition expenses.
She was only 17 years old when she was discovered by a scout. She was unexpectedly calm, and her obsidian eyes swept across the company lobby. She began to discuss the conditions rationally, requiring that Sheng Xingyu must sign a contract with her.
She is not a talented actress. She learned her way to where she is today by herself, step by step. Since she has no talent, she would practice three times for every time others practiced once, and ten times for every time others practiced three times. That's how her professional ability gradually emerged, and she climbed to the top of the company bit by bit.
Perhaps this is why she lost the ability to express pain, because every night of girlhood pain and tears were in vain. No one could shield her from the wind and rain. The one she had to protect was a younger brother. Only by being indestructible could she survive the test of life.
It’s not that I haven’t said it hurts, but I realized that it’s useless to say it, so slowly, I stopped saying it.
Once the thinking during the character-forming period is formed, it is difficult to change after adulthood.
After she paid tribute to her parents, Fu Xiu asked her agent about her situation, but the agent said that he didn't know.
She wanted to be alone.
The amusement park is still open at midnight tonight.
The man happened to be a little hungry when he passed by, and remembered that there was a shop in the park that made good snacks, so he decided to get off the car to take a look.
Going up to the third floor, he found that the food area was closed, but there seemed to be a sound in the stairwell. Fu Xiu didn't know why, so he followed the sound and went upstairs.
Someone was sitting at the end of the steps crying.
It wasn't crying, but soft sobbing, like the subtle sound made by an animal licking its wound, gently tugging at one's heart.
Her back shrugged slightly, she crossed her arms and buried her face in them, and the voice-controlled light lit up at an inopportune time and then went out silently.
Her shadow was shone into a small ball when the light came on, and she lay weak and aggrieved at the bottom of her feet. Missing her loved ones is probably an emotionally fragile period that no one can escape.
Fu Xiu politely withdrew.
Sheng Qianye had almost recovered by the time he left the garden. As he was walking out of the gate and wanted to hail a car, the Rolls-Royce on his left suddenly switched on its double flashes and honked its horn a few times.
The car slowly drove up to her, Fu Xiu rolled down the window, and said the same familiar words: "Get in the car."
Sheng Qianye was startled when the car turned on the double flashes. When there was no movement and it was dark around her, she thought there was no living thing nearby. Now she was told that there was not only a car there, but also her ptsd boss was sitting in the car.
She patted her chest in shock: "How did you get here?!"
Fu Xiu saw her pupils dilate slightly, but did not answer her question: "Am I scary?"
In return she nodded frantically.
"What's so scary about me?"
She asked back in even greater shock: "What's not scary about you?"
…
Finally I got on the car.
After all, at night, although the boss would spray air-conditioning, which was a bit scary, at least he wouldn't harm her.
Sheng Qianye was sitting in the passenger seat. At first, he was angrily telling him not to take the wrong road, but after a while, he fell asleep due to sleepiness and his momentum was gone.
After taking off her armor, she instantly became much softer, her eyes were still red, and there were traces of tears on her cheeks that had not been completely wiped away.
While waiting for the light, the man glanced at her sideways for a moment, then took out his cell phone, switched it to the front camera, and pointed it at her.
This is actually... quite beautiful.
Before he could press the record button, Sheng Qianye woke up slowly. When he opened his eyes, he saw a mobile phone in front of him. The camera was turned on and his face was on the screen.
She turned to look at the man holding the phone in disbelief: "Are you trying to steal my facial information?"
The author has something to say: I don’t know what to say, Fu Xiu is so cute (? No)
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