The two got very close, and while Duan Changke was looking down at the pen, Fang Lin smelled a bit of each other's scent.
He didn't know why he took the initiative to do this. While he was nervous, he wanted to do something like this to show that he was calm and didn't care.
This is the way this relationship should be.
Duan Changke didn't answer immediately, Fang Lin was a little embarrassed, bit his lip and took a step back.
He stood in front of the french window and finished smoking his cigarette before walking up to Fang Lin.
Duan Changke called his name and asked, "When will your contract with the company end?"
Fang Lin was stunned, he didn't expect him to change the subject, but he still said truthfully: "There is still nearly a month."
"If you want to come here directly, tomorrow I will ask the company to draw up an artist contract, the terms of which I have already mentioned." Duan Changke said.
"No... there's no need." Fang Lin was a little nervous, "I'll just wait until the company arrives with me to terminate the contract naturally. There's no need to spend more..."
"Apart from the role you just got, do you still have a job?" Duan Changke asked suddenly.
Originally, it was there, but the company found out that he had accepted the role and made it up impromptu, but he has already rejected it.
Fang Lin shook his head honestly.
"You don't need to pay liquidated damages, it's only a few weeks." Duan Changke said very firmly, "You can negotiate with the company in a few days, saying that you have no desire to renew the contract, and the steps are not complicated."
Fang Lin looked up at him, a little puzzled.
Isn't the other party a member of the opposite company? How can he be so clear about the operation of his company
But this kind of thing is no longer something he should worry about. He didn't ask any more questions and said, "Okay."
"Fang Lin." Duan Changke suddenly called his name and said, "Is he so obedient?"
It was getting late, Duan Changke's apartment had a large terrace, the setting sun shone in, and the green plants outside were covered with gentle orange fluff.
The location and floor height here are good enough. Looking through the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see half of the city that has become very small.
Fang Lin used to feel that he had no sense of belonging to any city.
The pace of this city is too fast, he can only keep running, but he always has to worry about being left behind.
After hearing these words, he looked at Duan Changke, and also at the bustling lights of Wanjia behind him that slowed down little by little with the setting sun.
"Ah." He was dazed for a moment, and then answered a monosyllable meaninglessly.
Interrupted by Duan Changke, Fang Lin's initial question was covered up.
"Okay, let's go back." Duan Changke propped one hand in front of the window, turned around and said to Fang Lin, "I'll ask the driver to take you off."
He shook his head immediately: "No need."
"Why, are you afraid of being seen by others?" Duan Changke said casually, "It's fine, it's up to you."
"I'll call you over when the artist contract is signed in a few days."
Duan Changke stepped out of the city's flickering fireworks and turned on the lights.
Fang Lin actually had a lot to ask.
Why did they let themselves go all of a sudden, they weren't...
"it is good."
He saw Duan Changke untie his tie with one hand, casually put it on the sofa, and tugged at his collar.
Without the restraint of the tie, his body became a little more loose, revealing his Adam's apple and a small patch of healthy skin.
It seems that whether he signs this agreement or not will not have any impact on him.
That's what Fang Lin hoped for.
There is still a while before joining the group, and the script reading has not yet started, and because Fang Lin is the third male lead, the crew divides the cast and crew into two groups, A and B, according to the script of the role. Have more time than others.
He rested at home for three days without seeing or talking to anyone.
It doesn't count if you think about your mistakes behind closed doors, but you just want to escape for a few days inexplicably.
Fang Lin has a good memory, so he recalled the events of these days.
He still remembers how it happened to him.
The so-called bad luck is bad luck, and he came out of the hospital in a daze that day. He just lost his mind for a second, and the accident happened.
There are thousands of accidents in the world, and he just happened to hit them.
But from the day he finished the audition and pushed open the door of the hotel, all the life he had experienced once changed completely.
This seems to be no problem, at least it is a good thing.
So meeting Duan Changke should also be an accident.
When he came out from home on the fourth day, he went directly to the company.
He first contacted Xia Qi, and said directly that he had no desire to renew the contract. The other party said that you finally figured it out, and then said that he had handed in his resignation letter, so just wait for his words.
Hui Yao's building still sits grandly as before, but he no longer feels oppressed.
After learning that he didn't want to renew the contract, the company really didn't make it difficult for him, and probably felt that he couldn't provide much value. It would be better to part ways amicably on the bright side, and both parties would not be ugly.
The procedure was done very quickly, and basically no one made it difficult for him, and no one cared about where he would go in the future.
Hui Yao probably thinks that red is a kind of metaphysics, and also thinks that even if Fang Lin leaves here, there will be no better development.
After all, outsiders always think that this place is glamorous and beautiful, but they don't know how many people are trapped in the mud, and no matter how hard they try, they will not be noticed.
Besides, Tao Le is the happiest one.
He took the initiative to come over to help Fang Lin pack his things, while urging: "Hurry up, hurry up, let's find a new home, ah, my Lin is going to be popular! I'm so excited!"
Fang Lin squinted at him, and couldn't speak some words for the time being, but he still mentioned it selectively: "You don't need to look for it."
"what?"
"I went to Hailin."
"???"
Tao Le's eyes widened instantly.
"Did you tell Mr. Duan in the lounge that day?! He didn't make things difficult for you, did he?"
"..." Fang Lin felt helpless, "Not really."
"So dreamy."
"Why is it a dream?" Fang Lindao, "But I did take the initiative to mention this matter, so..."
"No way," Tao Le shook his head, and began to analyze seriously, "Duan Changke was still very sensational when he first took over Hailin, and various magazines were writing about it at that time.
"I read a lot at that time, including all kinds of random articles. He really didn't have any gossip, let alone such irrelevant gossip that he likes men's sex..." Tao Le came over excitedly and stared at Fang. Lin Kan, "Lin, although I think you look very good-looking, I really hope you are popular."
Fang Lin raised his eyebrows, waiting for his next sentence.
"But, because of you, Mr. Duan suddenly changed his orientation and became a confidante in anger. Since then, the king will not go to court early..."
"?" Before Tao Le could finish speaking, he was interrupted by this series of strange embellishments, "Did you pass the Chinese in the college entrance examination?"
"Ah, I passed. I have passed one hundred and four in mathematics." Tao Le didn't feel that there was anything wrong, and continued to complete, "...it's not too far."
What's not, he doesn't know what's not.
Duan Changke's attitude was a bit dissociated, and sometimes Fang Lin felt that he was really like Tao Le's living Bodhisattva, sending charcoal in every possible way, but when he gritted his teeth and told himself "it's no big deal" and signed the other party's seemingly serious contract , the other party backed away lightly, without making any further moves.
Fang Lin couldn't figure it out, but he was the beneficiary. In the end, he could only glance at Tao Le and said, "Maybe he likes targeted poverty alleviation."
"Worthy of being a new generation of outstanding young people, an awe-inspiring entrepreneur."
"..."
How should I put it... In fact, it is not completely wrong.
After completing the formalities, he received a call from Duan Changke the next day.
The other party didn't let him come to his apartment this time, probably because he was very busy with work, so he directly let him come to Hailin's building.
Fang Lin thought that he would meet many colleagues in the Hailin Building, but as soon as he arrived downstairs, Duan Changke asked the secretary to bring him up. He didn't go through the passage of ordinary employees at all, and he didn't meet any familiar people.
Duan Changke's secretary was called He Cong. Seeing that Fang Lin called him "Mr. Fang" very enthusiastically, he respectfully invited him to the 33rd floor.
He Cong seemed to be a very clever and clever person, and he never asked more questions than he should have. After leading him into the office, he closed the door thoughtfully.
Fang Lin didn't know how many people around Duan Changke knew about their relationship... that's not right, he didn't even know what the relationship was.
Duan Changke has not answered him until now.
Duan Changke's office is very large and double-entry. When Fang Lin entered, he was signing documents. When he saw him coming, he put down his pen and put another contract in front of him.
Everything was somewhat similar to when it was in his apartment.
In fact, Fang Lin didn't look at the contract very carefully - he sold himself anyway, and such things as artist contracts are not very important at this critical moment.
He quickly browsed through it, and wrote his name on all the places that required his signature: "Mr. Duan, everything is fine."
"En." Duan Changke responded.
He stood up, lit a cigarette, and said to him, "Come here."
Fang Lin walked over and heard Duan Changke say something similar to that day.
"So obedient."
The weather was still very hot, and he didn't drink water when he came here. He felt his throat was a little dry: "...um."
"President Duan." He said, his voice a little hoarse.
"I asked you last time, what is the relationship between us." Fang Lin looked at him, "I still want to know."
He seemed to smile, but he didn't seem to.
"I want to know so much?" He flicked the ash off the cigarette, Duan Changke seemed to be good at answering questions in twos and twos, or asked rhetorically, "What do you think we are related to?"
Duan Changke was dressed simply today, only a black shirt, which outlined his figure well.
He is a naturally superior person that everyone envies, and he has stood on top of the pyramid since he was born.
He has the best education and has always the best.
But now he was standing in front of him leisurely, asking himself what kind of relationship he wanted.
Fang Lin took a deep breath, it seemed to be a choice, but he knew that his conditions were mediocre, and he couldn't even have a bargaining chip with Duan Changke.
His eyes are bright, and his voice is not loud but clear: "I thought, we are...that kind of relationship."
"Really." Duan Changke lowered his fingers, and Fang Lin could smell the faint smell of smoke on his body. Repeats signifyingly, "That relationship."
"Fang Lin," Duan Changke asked a moment later, as if to fulfill his words, "Have you ever kissed?"
Fang Lin didn't answer, just looked down at Duan Changke's hand.
He always felt that many of Duan Changke's questions were not questions, but a kind of temptation or temptation.
He didn't know what the other party wanted from him, and he didn't know what kind of relationship was most suitable for their current situation.
But no matter how bad it is, it can't be that bad, and it's not a big deal.
It can't be called impulsive, just wanting to really confirm this relationship, Fang Lin gritted his teeth—
In the next second, he suddenly approached regardless, and snatched the half-smoked cigarette from Duan Changke's hand without saying a word.
He took it over, took a jerky puff, and tried to exhale the smoke ring skillfully.
"... I've taken it now."
Fang Lin said without looking up.
Duan Changke looked down at him.
Fang Lin raised his finger and took a second breath before he fixed his eyes on him.
The meaning in the action is self-evident.
"So that's how it is."
Duan Changke said something pointedly, then leaned over slightly, and the distance between the two people's eyes was getting closer.
His fingers pinched Fang Lin's neck.
"Is that so?"
Fang Lin's blood was about to freeze, and his muscles tensed unconsciously, but he didn't flinch or regret it at all.
It's one thing to think, but it's another thing to feel the scorching temperature of the opponent's fingertips.
He still held the cigarette between his fingertips, and his lips still felt a little wet, and there was still a mouthful of smoke that he couldn't exhale.
He was not very good at smoking, but suddenly he was a little flustered, and subconsciously swallowed it.
Fortunately, Duan Changke's cigarette smell was not strong, so Fang Lin didn't cough it out.
"You want to know about our relationship, and you even snatched my cigarettes." Fang Lin heard Duan Changke speak, without the sharpness of the first meeting.
He was nervous, but trying to hide his nervousness.
All his attention was on how to cover up himself, so he failed to notice the slight sigh-like smile in Duan Changke's tone, and only felt a burst of warmth covering him.
Duan Changke's hand was very hot, but she just put it on Fang Lin's clean and soft hair and rubbed it lightly.
"You asked me so much..." Duan Changke's palm was big, but his movements were not heavy, "You won't be allowed to touch it?"