"...I," Fang Lin confirmed that he was not trembling due to nervousness, but his voice changed a little when he spoke again, "I didn't... don't let me touch you."
"Really." Duan Changke looked down at the cigarette held between Fang Lin's index and middle fingers.
Fang Lin didn't seem to be very good at smoking. He wanted to be more proficient in the second puff just now, but he smoked too hard. Sparks suddenly flashed a little scarlet in the air, leaving a crumbling gray after disappearing.
Fang Lin felt that he was almost seen through.
Seeing that he was not calm enough at all, snatching his cigarette away was just using this action to whitewash this emotion.
But in the end, Duan Changke didn't ask any more questions.
His office was well lit, and Fang Lin saw himself and Duan Changke in the reflection of the glass window.
"Smoking is not a good habit." He said suddenly, "Don't learn from me."
After finishing speaking, he naturally took the remaining half from Fang Lin's hand, but he didn't press it out, but stuck to the place where the other party had just pulled it, and gently held it with his lips.
Fang Lin looked at him blankly.
It was as if it was only now that he felt the warmth of the palm of Duan Changke's hand that rubbed his hair just now.
Duan Changke seemed to be indifferent to everything, emotions, tone, and attitude towards him.
Fang Lin stood where he was, as if waiting for the next step. He needed a verdict, or a choice.
But he just finished smoking that cigarette, and walked up to Fang Lin again.
Duan Changke's eyes were also very quiet, which reminded Fang Lin of the river he had seen flowing silently at night.
There is no sound in the night river, and no one will know what is hidden under the river.
He stretched out his finger again and pressed it on Fang Lin's lips.
Compared with rubbing her hair and pinching her neck just now, Duan Changke's strength this time is slightly heavier, but it will not make Fang Lin feel uncomfortable.
His lips were pale pink and soft, and when he was pressed down by the pulp of his fingers, they would turn white for a short time, and when the other's fingers were removed, they would return to their original shape.
If he leaned over and kissed her now, Fang Lin was ready not to struggle, or even to pander.
He only felt that Duan Changke's breath was getting closer and closer, and the tips of their noses were about to touch each other.
However, the kiss did not fall in the end.
Fang Lin didn't have time to react, he just felt his waist go soft——
Duan Changke gently tugged him, put his hand on his waist, and half hugged him with one hand.
"Okay." His tone was still calm and steady, but he patted Fang Lin's back lightly with his other hand. Maybe it was an illusion, but Fang Lin did feel a little comfort from this hug that was not considered a hug.
"Don't be nervous." He heard Duan Changke say.
It was actually Fang Lin's first time doing such a thing, and he felt that he should be more obedient and sensible.
So he tentatively rubbed Duan Changke's chin with his face, and left quickly.
"I'm not nervous."
After a while, Duan Changke withdrew his hand, and he also took a step back.
The sun shone in, Fang Lin squinted his eyes, and the last bit of oppression brought by his height disappeared.
"Yeah." Duan Changke stroked his fingers and said, "Just let me touch it."
There was a knock on the door, and Duan Changke's secretary, He Cong, came in after hearing the answer.
He greeted Fang Lin very politely, without any intention of exploring the relationship between his boss and him, he finished the work report without looking sideways, and took out the documents for him to sign.
Duan Changke didn't have that sense of sloppy work anymore, and continued to approve documents after asking some key details one by one.
Fang Lin was beside him watching him sign, a little lost in thought, remembering his "contract" which was not a contract.
Ke, the director of the division at that time, was also like this, as if he was treating a certain project, did he write down his name with a blank face
While writing, Duan Changke paused when she saw one of the documents, took out a piece of paper, and handed it to Fang Lin who was in a daze beside him.
"Does this brand know? They will release a new fragrance," he continued without looking up, "If you are interested, I can recommend you to be a promotional ambassador for a single product."
If it is too high-profile to directly win all the endorsements of the entire brand, Duan Changke even thoughtfully let him accept only a certain product, which is safe and will have less negative impact on him.
He Cong watched his heart and said, "Yes, I will go back and sort out the materials and send a copy to Mr. Fang."
"This is not a project of Hailin, but a little friendship between me and the brand." Duan Changke said, "As for what Hailin can give..."
He Cong handed the tablet to Fang Lin very politely.
"This one, this one, this one, and this one," he adjusted his glasses. "Recently, they are all the dramas or movies that the company has promoted, and they have received a lot of investment. See if there is anything you particularly like."
"Of course it doesn't matter if you don't like it, there will be new ones then."
"..." Fang Lin didn't have time to think about whether the benefactor was the benefactor or not.
It was he who underestimated the ability of the patron.
He recalled Tao Le's sentence "What are you doing in a daze, hurry up", and gave Duan Changke a guilty look.
Duan Changke didn't know if he received it, but returned all the signatures to He Cong, and said by the way: "Send Mr. Fang back."
No one mentioned the ambiguity just now, He Cong respectfully led Fang Lin downstairs, and along the way introduced him to resources that might be available to him later.
So rich that Fang Lin's face began to burn red: "Otherwise, let's take it slow..."
After all, if he got so many bonuses all of a sudden, among other things, he would probably start scolding on the Internet.
It's also too straightforward.
But indeed, Fang Lin looked at the contents of the mailbox...
What kind of bicycle do you want
"Oh, you don't have to worry about this." He Cong said, "After "Gentle Moonlight" is broadcast, it won't be too abrupt. If not, Hailin's public relations are top-notch, don't worry."
His tone was very firm, as if he had foreseen that the show would become a hit: "President Duan said that he believed in you."
Fang Lin was taken aback.
Sometimes he would think that maybe Duan Changke really didn't want to have anything to happen to him.
For example, even if he asked and hinted like that, he was able to put it down lightly. After giving himself so many benefits, he let him go back lightly, and didn't even take a second look when the office door was closed.
It seems that he is really just bored to do charity, and even disdains to go further with himself.
But Fang Lin also knew.
When he thought this way, he was already humbled to the point where he had only the last bargaining chip left.
But now Duan Changke actually told others that she believed in herself.
His mind was in a mess, he thought he would be more sober after being reborn, but now he doesn't seem to be.
A week later, the crew of "Gentle Moonlight" released the makeup photos of all important characters.
The most eye-catching ones are of course the male and female protagonists. Fans on both sides began to carnival, and various companies were busy striking while the iron was hot, and three of them were listed in the hot searches at once.
Buying hot search is the most common marketing method. If you buy it well, you will get twice the result with half the effort.
People who eat melons have begun to distinguish which of these hot searches are bought and which are real, but as long as there are hot searches, there will always be real passers-by curious to come in and take a look.
This leads to new topics starting to ferment.
"Grass, is this Fang Lin, the Baidu Encyclopedia I saw last time with only a few pictures?"
"Ahh, what happened to poking me by accident! Boyhood is simply the face of first love."
"The key is that as soon as I entered this role, I started to feel sorry for him now."
"I have to say that the role of Jing Chuan is really good, woo woo woo."
"Hey, pure passerby, didn't you say that Meng Jinyu is sure to take this role?"
Some words are like fuses.
"Hehe, he has been unknown for so long, and suddenly there is this kind of resource. I heard people say that he has also started to get in touch with a certain big-name fragrance. He must be selling his ass."
"It's terrible."
"Is this company going to close down? Find this kind of Hubi artist."
"Hey, maybe they are just trying their luck, and they can't really cooperate, hehe."
But what's interesting is that I don't know if it's because Meng Jinyu's fans are biting too fiercely and disgustingly, or because someone is really following the rhythm deliberately. After all, Fang Lin is still a weak side in all aspects, and gradually there are some real passers-by He hated the backlash because of the opponent's fans, and began to pity and even speak for him.
"They're here again, they're here again!"
"Tianjia's fans are starting to make up their minds again? Doesn't your brother get the resources or sell his ass to get the position?"
"If you can't sell your own, you start biting others without evidence?"
"Oh, I know after thinking about it. It's because your brother's butt is not fragrant enough. It's a pity."
"In the early days of his debut, the photos of Meng Jinyu going out to eat alone with a wealthy real estate businessman have everyone selectively amnesia?"
"If I remember correctly, the boss has two children..."
"Don't ask, asking is just making friends normally."
"Oh, my brother doesn't pick it, maybe I can't find it."
Today's hot searches are particularly lively.
In addition to #微香月光定装照#, #楚民好苏#, #神仙摄影大奖#, a #孟金宇新EP#, #魔音# came out quietly.
Then, as if deliberately joining in the fun, Hailin Media's official blog, which has been jokingly called Weibo overgrown, posted a new Weibo.
"Welcome the new member @方林 to join the Hailin family, let's work hard together in the future, come on! I wish the new drama goes well!"
Then a strange topic finally appeared on the hot search list.
#孟金宇海林方临#.
"Wow, Hailin."
"Hahahahaha this topic is old and interesting."
"Tsk tsk Meng Jinyu has two hot searches a day alone, and I'm tired of watching."
"Don't talk too much about the topic, what kind of Hailin are you bringing, why don't you just change the word Hailin and replace it with that name."
"As we all know, Mr. Duan doesn't like his name to be popular in the search. No matter how courageous the marketing account is, he dare not take this risk. We can only change it to the company."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, I don't care about Meng Jinyu or Fanglin, I just want to say that Prince Duan is really amazing!"
"Maybe this hot searcher's elder brother is happy now, and will hug Duan's thigh in the next second."
"xswl, who doesn't know who Hailin's boss is? Although I don't have any feelings for this little star, Meng Jinyu's fan hysteria is too scary, can I figure it out?"
"I'm dying of laughter, I'm dying of laughter, Duan Changke has been connoted."
"Wow, according to what Meng Jinyu's fans say, being in the top position depends on selling your butt, then getting the male number three is selling your butt, and getting the endorsement of a certain product is selling your butt. Where's the ass?"
"I beg Meng Jinyu fans to use their brains, find out who Hailin's boss is and what his identity is, and come back to the battle."
"I'd call it the funniest day of the day."
"Hahahahahahahaha let me tell you a joke: Duan Changke also needs to buy it in the circle!"
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