The smell of scallion oil in the room dissipated very slowly. When Fang Lin cleaned up the kitchen and went back, he saw Duan Changke still working at the table.
He was even afraid that he had other smells on him, so he took a shower before coming in and came back in his nightgown.
It is estimated that the more important things have been dealt with in the company. Duan Changke didn't mean to hide it when he was working. Fang Lin walked over and saw various analysis reports and various applications on the computer, as well as the itinerary on the right side.
It's dense, but it has nothing to do with him.
Neither of them spoke, and Fang Lin didn't bother him, just sat on the bed and played games. He has a flexible mind, and puzzle-like brain games are fairly simple for him, but he is too lazy to use his brain, so he just picked an action shooting game from Tao Le Amway, but his fingers can't keep up with his brain, and he loses face distortion.
Just as he started the tenth game where everyone was hammering on the ground, after playing for a while, his mentality finally changed from that he must win tonight to playing casually. Seeing that he finally felt a little sleepy, he just yawned the phone He was taken away by someone.
He heard a laugh, Duan Changke turned up the volume on his phone, took over the round for him, and said, "How can you play well without turning on your voice?"
Fang Lin blurted out: "Isn't this afraid of affecting the work of black-hearted capitalists?"
The capitalist didn't let him go this time, flicked his forehead with one hand, and scratched the bangs on his forehead: "You talk a lot tonight."
Fang Lin, whose eyes were covered by messy bangs, was not convinced: "I want to see how well you can fight."
It turned out to be much better than him. Although it can't be called a high-end passer-by king, it's still a hundred times better than Fang Lin's dish. Duan Changke returned the phone after only playing a game, and said lightly: "It's okay, no It’s great, mainly because I didn’t play much.”
Facing the hard facts, Fang Lin choked for a moment: "Then you might as well engage in e-sports by the way, there is still time to enter the industry."
"Yes," Duan Changke reported the name of a club, "I heard that this season's performance is quite good."
"..." Fang Lin didn't pay attention to this. He didn't expect that he would mention it casually. A capitalist is a capitalist, unreasonable and inhumane.
Duan Changke glanced at the angry man, and was about to hand him the phone, when suddenly a message popped up on the screen, which was sent by Tao Le, asking him if he had chosen the clothes for the press conference in a while.
He almost forgot if he didn't mention Fang Lin. He realized the news when he saw the news, and then he answered, "Not yet."
After all, various promotions will start after the work is done in the later stage, and the final press conference is considered the biggest battle, and basically all members will attend. There are many links to be completed, and personal image must be the most important one. It was different from the previous opening ceremony where everyone was dressed in casual clothes. If only the media was okay and the press conference was live broadcast, Fang Lin could hardly remember how long he hadn't attended such a large-scale event.
So I was so busy expressing myself that I almost forgot the business.
Seeing his reply to Tao Le, Duan Changke said thoughtfully, "What did Xia Qi prepare for you before?"
In fact, Xia Qi’s ability is considered pretty good. He can only borrow out-of-season dresses by looking for a good brand with his face. Now, because there is a slight improvement, if the company is willing to come forward, maybe he can take a chance to get it. To a better season.
He saw Duan Changke glanced at the itinerary at hand, then turned his head and asked, "When is the press conference?"
Fang Lin said a date, and the other party nodded: "It's in time. Don't ask him to prepare it for you. I happen to have a brand of made-to-measure tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. Remember to come with me."
Although the endorsement given by Duan Changke last time was considered good, it is still not as good as this kind of super first-line brand. The fashion circle is inherently powerful, and only popular stars and members of wealthy consortia will be tailored according to the style. Tailoring, and this kind of little people who have no such people in the circle dare not even think about it. Even if they spend money, they can only buy some common styles.
He shook his head: "No need, anyway, it's a press conference and not a fashion festival..."
Duan Changke raised his eyelids and gave him a condescending look.
This look can interpret many meanings, but no matter what kind of meaning it is, Fang Lin knows that he probably has no choice to refuse.
"… I see."
Even though Duan Changke would eat supper with him and rob him to play games, their relationship has not changed in essence.
He might be so happy today that he almost forgot something.
"At any rate, this is the first public appearance after signing with the company." Duan Changke only said one sentence, as if explaining his look.
But in fact, Fang Lin would understand without explaining that he shouldn't make Duan Changke feel even the slightest bit unhappy because of himself.
It is appropriate to please and act like a baby, and so is self-willedness.
Hearing what the patron said was justified, Fang Lin threw away that little bit of fear and lack of self-confidence, withdrew the "not yet" that he had just sent, and replaced it with "ready, don't worry".
Duan Changke seemed very satisfied, this time he gave Fang Lin's side neck a hug.
Fang Lin naturally wouldn't go back to the guest room after washing up, and obediently climbed onto the bed first.
When he saw Duan Changke walking towards him, he asked him with his eyes wide open, "Mr. Duan, do you want to turn off the lights?"
The other person's face was blurred in his eyes due to sleepiness, and he only heard Duan Changke say "sleep well", and walked by him to turn off the light.
The whole room returned to darkness, and his side collapsed slightly, and Duan Changke fell asleep.
In a daze, he heard Duan Changke ask: "Is it cold today?"
Fang Lin closed his eyes, was about to fall asleep, and shook his head lightly: "It's not cold."
So the opponent no longer has any action.
It's really not cold today, the temperature is suitable, calm and windless.
It was actually the same as many nights he had struggled with, only he didn't pay attention to it at the time.
That's enough, the two get along freely. Asking too much is not good either.
Fang Lin thought.
He grabbed the soft bedding, curled up, and fell into a deeper sleep.