A smile appeared on Chu Chen's face, and he took the initiative to say, "I'm sorry, I've been dragging him on for too long. Director Rong, you can scold me if you want."
"Everyone is here to join in the fun, where there is no scolding or not, as long as you have a few NGs in the future, it's easy to say."
Chu Chen laughed and said yes.
Duan Changke sat on the right side of the producer, and beside him was the director Rong Jiu. Seeing him raise his head, Rong Jiu immediately introduced him: "This is our number one male, Chu Chen, and our third male number, Fang Lin."
"Chu Chen, you should see him often. You may not know Fang Lin very well, but his script reading is very eye-catching, and I am also looking forward to his future performance." The director probably had a drink and was in a good mood. After the introduction Can't help but praise the two of them a few more words.
The producer answered with a smile: "Director Rong probably forgot because he didn't read the news. Mr. Duan doesn't know Xiao Fang. Didn't he just sign him to our company?"
"Oh, so," Rong Jiu responded, not feeling embarrassed, but enthusiastically invited the two of them to sit down, "That's good, and it's also just a chance to wish Mr. Duan a good general in person."
Chu Chen followed along and sat next to Rong Jiu. Fang Lingang wanted to sit down in a corner, but because of the producer's words, everyone remembered that Duan Changke is now his nominal boss anyway. Naturally, he would move his seat in good faith and let him sit with his new boss.
Fang Lin looked quite calm. He knew that some people during the meeting must be curious about how he signed Hailin, so he definitely wanted to use this to find out.
Since someone else gave up his seat, he walked over to sit down generously, and greeted Duan Changke very politely and business-like.
His boss nodded.
Duan Changke was still dressed in black, but replaced it with a two-button lapel collar that highlighted her temperament. She looked at Fang Shi with the same expression as the other times - except for the time when she was a bit out of line in the office.
"I'm also very happy to sign him." Duan Changke said lightly.
"Xiao Fang is doing very well." Rong Jiu couldn't help but boast again.
"Can you drink? You can't just tell me, just use water instead," Rong Jiu was enthusiastic, but he would not forcefully persuade him to drink, "I know that it would be troublesome for you to toast one by one, and we will get along for a long time in the future, so there is no need to be so polite."
"Director Rong, I can't do it. I'll lose my image once I drink it." Chu Chen immediately raised his hand, and the other two actresses also tried to replace the poured wine with plain water or drinks.
"Where is Xiao Fang? Do you want to change?" Fang Lin looked at the young man, who was also a younger brother in the play, Rong Jiu subconsciously felt that he should not be able to drink, so he asked.
Unexpectedly, Fang Lin shook his head: "It's okay, director, I'll drink with you, I can drink well."
Rong Jiu was still worried that he said that because he was embarrassed, so he told him not to restrain himself, it's okay if he doesn't want to drink.
But Fang Lin proved with his own actions that he really has an amazing capacity for drinking.
Rong Jiu was indeed very excited today. He kept saying during the meeting that he had high expectations for this drama, and that he was very satisfied with all the actors, and that he was also looking forward to the cooperation of the screenwriter and other staff members. When he said it, he was excited I just want to pour myself a drink, but I definitely can’t persuade Duan Changke. Duan Changke doesn’t drink. Some actors also drink water or drinks. The producer wants to accompany him but has more energy than energy, so he has been drinking with him for a long time, one cup after another. The person who drinks wine like water without blinking an eye is really Fang Lin.
No one thought that such a person would be a wine jar, Rong Jiu had already begun to appear drunk, but Fang Lin's cheeks were only slightly flushed, and there was no other sign.
Duan Zhang Ke Mingming was sitting next to him, not even a drop of wine, except for the first few exchanges, the two had almost no interaction afterwards.
But it's also true, if the boss, who has always been talkative, pays too much attention to his new artists, he will be caught easily, and if Fang Lin is too enthusiastic, people will think that he is too flattering. In any case, this is the safest way to deal with it, Fang Lin thought.
It's just that he didn't know if he was sensitive. He felt that a few times, Duan Changke's eyes seemed to cast over him, but he remained silent.
Rong Jiu still knew that he was drunk, and he didn't want to lose his composure too much, so he planned to stop there.
He stood up, poured himself the last glass of wine, first thanked everyone present as a routine, drank it down, and said that he had enjoyed himself today.
But Yue was too excited, before he returned to his seat, he walked towards Duan Changke.
"President Duan." Even though Rong Jiu was a little drunk, he still maintained his basic image.
Seeing that he seemed to have something to say to Duan Changke, just as Fang Lin was about to stand up, Rong Jiu lowered his voice and said to Duan Changke: "But I really want to thank you for coming on the day of the first audition, otherwise..."
Fang Lin didn't hear what Rong Jiu said later.
The banquet lasted for quite a while, but it was fairly free to come and go, some people had already left, and Rong Jiu was still talking to Duan Changke.
Fang Lin left from his seat, and Chu Chen walked over and patted him on the shoulder: "I didn't expect you to be so good at drinking, you can't be judged by appearances. Let's go back together—"
He thought that Fang Lin should be in the room arranged by the crew, and was about to ask him to go with him, but Fang Lin seemed to be taken aback and shivered violently.
"What's wrong?" Chu Chen was puzzled.
"No, I was thinking about something else just now." Fang Lin soon looked the same as before, but he didn't go back with Chu Chen, "You go back first, I have something to do, I guess I'll be late."
They live not far away, there is only one street around them, and there are not many shops. Chu Chen didn't doubt that he was there, and said "OK", Fang Lin walked to the door and disappeared quickly.
In the private room, the bustle just now gradually dissipated. The producer was being courteous with others. When he looked up, he found that the boss of the investor had stood up by himself.
He hurriedly said "Mr. Duan", but the other party seemed to be explaining something to the secretary, so he didn't hear clearly, and walked away.
The crew also temporarily arranged a room for Duan Changke, which was a suite in the same hotel.
He didn't plan to stay here overnight, but his subordinates were very considerate. Even though they knew that he basically didn't drink alcohol, they still prepared hangover soup just in case.
Duan Changke originally wanted the driver to pick him up, but when he wanted to make a phone call, he hesitated for a moment when he thought of something.
Seeing the sudden call from the number that hadn't been moved since it was saved, Fang Lin stood in front of the drink cabinet of the convenience store in a daze for a while before answering it.
"it's me."
Duan Changke is very concise.
"The assistant has prepared hangover soup. Give me your room number, and I'll ask him to deliver it to you."
"President Duan, I..." Fang Lin said in a daze, still holding a bottle of milk in his hand.
His pause made Duan Changke understand: "Are you not in the room?"
"Let's go back now." Fang Lin said as he walked to the front desk to check out, and blurted out, "I...do I need to report to you what I have done?"
"No need." The other party paused this time.
Seeing the end of the conversation between the two, Fang Lin originally wanted to wait for Duan Changke to hang up the phone on his own initiative, but he suddenly thought of something, looked at the clerk who was paying the bill, and whispered in a voice he couldn't hear: "President Duan."
Duan Changke didn't speak, but Fang Lin knew he was listening.
"I... I still want it." His tone sounded quite natural, "Give me your room number, and I'll come and get it soon."
The opposite side is very quiet.
So quiet that Fang Lin thought Duan Changke didn't intend to pay attention to his words.
But after a long silence, he heard a "da" from the other end of the phone, which seemed to be the sound of a lighter.
Duan Changke said a number.
He only said it once, and said again: "If you want to come, then come."
Duan Changke's room is on the top floor of the hotel.
After the elevator issued the last warning, Fang Lin walked out.
The crew is very careful in some aspects. For example, to show respect, only Duan Changke is arranged on this floor to ensure that no one else will disturb.
Fang Lin walked along the carpet, and easily found the room corresponding to the number Duan Changke said.
He took a deep breath, bent his fingers, and knocked on the door twice.
A few seconds later, the door opened from the inside, and the person who was sitting next to him not long ago appeared in front of him.
Duan Changke opened the door for him and walked in. He turned on the light at the entrance and said casually, "It's on the table."
Fang Lin was still holding the convenience store paper bag in his hand, he walked in and closed the door, and left it casually at the door.
There is really hangover soup on the table, it smells sweet and sour, and it even feels warm to the touch.
Duan Changke was still wearing the dress at the banquet, the second button was unbuttoned, and she didn't seem to plan to stay here overnight.
"Rong Dao is very nice. If you don't want to drink, you can tell him directly." After a moment of silence, Fang Lin heard Duan Changke say.
Except for the slight blush on his cheeks, he couldn't tell that he drank so much wine just now.
"President Duan, I'm fine." Fang Lin put down the warm bowl on the table, stood up and said to Duan Changke.
Not only that, he also took two steps forward, and the distance between the two of them got closer.
Duan Changke didn't respond, but raised her eyes and asked lightly, "Are you uncomfortable?"
Fang Lin shook his head again.
"I drink a lot. Never drunk."
Duan Changke smiled lightly, not knowing whether it was Fang Lin's affirmation or something else.
"Fang Lin." He called out his name in a low voice, and asked meaningfully, "You don't drink hangover soup anymore?"
"I'm not drunk." Fang Lin looked up at him, his eyes were clear, he was indeed not drunk at all, and he couldn't even smell alcohol when he spoke.
"Really." Duan Changke crossed his arms and looked at him at a very close distance.
"Then what are you doing here?"
"I really don't get drunk when I drink."
Only one corridor light was turned on in the entire suite, and Fang Lin's words followed the ambiguous atmosphere of the close distance between the two of them, blending into the vague and dim light: "But Mr. Duan, do you want to try something else?" ?”
The silence seemed to be only two seconds, and it seemed to be stretched for a long time.
But Fang Lin couldn't calculate this period of silence.
Because Duan Changke really approached him this time, stretched out his hand, wrapped his thumb and middle finger around his thin neck, and kneaded it gently.
"So proactive."
Fang Lin actually knew that from the number reported by the other party, it was an acquiescence to his implicit invitation.
Duan Changke's question didn't look like bewitching this time.
More like an interrogation.
But his hands are very hot, and his thumb is lightly clasping Fang Lin's Adam's apple, so that no matter what he says, his fingers will clearly perceive it first through the vibration of the vocal cords.
"So you want to sleep with me?"