The first time he met that man was on the second day after entering Tianguan. At that time, he was not the president of Tianguan, but a department manager.
He remembered that the weather was not very good that day, it was so dull that it was going to rain, he was walking on the corridor, looking at the gray sky through the glass, his mood also became bad for no reason.
On the other side of the aisle, a group of people hurried over. One of the men wearing glasses was supporting a man in a white suit. Because the man in the white suit had his head turned sideways, he couldn't see his face clearly.
"An Jue, how are you?" The young man wearing glasses looked a little nervous, and the people around him couldn't hide their worries.
When a group of people walked up to him, the man in the white suit seemed to be unable to hold on, and suddenly fell down softly. The young man in glasses didn't hold the man for a while, and watched the man fall to the ground.
Sometimes, people's actions are always faster than their own brains. When he held the man in his arms, he deeply believed this sentence.
The man's complexion is a bit pale, but he is extremely good-looking. Even if he is used to seeing young ladies, he has to admit that this man has a face that makes all men jealous.
Although he is only a department manager, the young man wearing glasses seems to know that he is the heir of the Tang family. He hurriedly explained to the man, "Anjue has been filming for three days without taking a break. He just returned to the company. just passed out, so we're going to send him to rest."
"Oh, then you should send him there quickly," he pushed the man into the young man's arms, and smiled, "I'll go first."
Seeing the group walking away in panic, he frowned slightly. It turned out that he was an artist of the company. No wonder he was so good-looking. Looking at it like this, he seemed to be a first-line actor. Otherwise, why would there be such a big battle.
After returning to the office to deal with some unimportant documents, he started to take out the information of the artists under Tianguan's name and started to memorize. As the future president of Tianguan, he must at least know which artists are under his banner and what are their characteristics.
After reading the profiles of first-tier artists, the man was not included, but I deliberately checked the profiles of some second-tier artists, but there was still no profile of the man.
It's really strange, he frowned, not even a second-tier artist, how could it cause such a big commotion.
"Boom!" The ear-piercing broken sound came into the office. Outside the office is a small public office area. There are more than a dozen cubicles where some ordinary staff are sitting. He frowned. The sound insulation effect of this office does not seem to be very good. good.
"You said he fainted?" A woman's voice sounded with panic. Then there were worried inquiries from several people, including some men.
He closed the file folder in his hand, the psychological quality of these employees seemed to need to be improved, as for the man these people said, he should be the man who fainted this morning, what was his name, he thought carefully, but he did not think of the young man wearing glasses What was the name of that man.
In the afternoon, he was called to the president's office by his father. When he knocked on the door and entered, he saw the man from the morning.
The man's face was still a little pale, with a slight smile on his face, sitting on the sofa in an elegant and noble posture, seeing him come in, the man smiled and nodded politely at him, and then said nothing else.
"Father," he walked to the desk, the corner of his eyes fell on the man's face, and the man was still smiling slightly at the moment.
His father walked around the desk, walked up to him and patted him on the shoulder, with a kind smile, "Come on, Ruan Qing, let me introduce you, this is our trump card, Jing Anjue, Everyone in the circle calls him King Jingtian."
So it's not just the first line, but the Uranus superstar
The man stood up with a very decent smile, "Mr. Tang, please don't make fun of me like this. Without the Tianguan, there would be no me. Tianwang or something is just a false name."
"Haha, you boy, you still look like this," the father seemed to be in a good mood, and he praised the man in front of him again. Before the two of them walked out of the office together, they saw a young man wearing glasses leading two A man hurried over and handed over a box of fresh milk before he could speak.
Then, the man was picked up by three people, as if he was attending a charity gala for disabled children, and he really cared about the man's pale face.
When he got home at night, his father told him that that man is the most popular and influential entertainer in the entertainment industry, and he is also a living sign of Tianguan, and what he has to do after taking over Tianguan is to renew the contract with the man, and Cultivate more first-line artists.
Jing Anjue, just such a name is enough to show the arrogance and strength of the man.
Then he continued to be his department manager, and occasionally heard the women outside the door chatting about the man, who had an affair with the man, what commercial did the man endorse, what box office record did the movie played by the man set, man Another new album is out.
This company, news about men, is everywhere.
When I saw the man again, it was still in the aisle. The man stood in front of the transparent glass and looked up at the blue sky. Naturally, he was not smiling like a prince or melancholy in an idol drama. He just looked at the sky without any expression. .
He suddenly felt that the man's side face was very good-looking, and in his daze, the man saw him from the side, and then smiled perfectly, "Manager Tang."
Not knowing what he was thinking at that moment, he walked up to the man and looked up at the sky where there was nothing but a shapeless white cloud, "What are you looking at?"
"Ah, I just found a butterfly on that piece of glass. It's really interesting that a butterfly flew up from the twenty-third floor," the man rubbed his chin, as if he was a teenager who had discovered a new world.
He suddenly smiled, "Maybe this butterfly flew up from one floor to another, resting and flying, and finally arrived here. Maybe it is just resting here now, and it will fly higher later."
The man raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "Yeah, it flies up layer by layer, and sometimes it will fly higher after taking a break, is that so?"
His heart skipped a beat. Is this man reminding him? Recently, I have been doing a lot in the Tang family, so this man...
"Okay, I'm leaving," the man waved his hand casually, walking very chicly, making him feel that this man is really perfect, why would he remind himself
The man who approached the elevator rubbed his forehead, "It seems that I need to take a good rest, if I keep busy, I will be exhausted."
Sometimes, fate begins with a beautiful accident and ends with a cruel reality.
Later, he met men more often. Many times he would see men practicing music in the piano room, or see men in his father's office. He was a little puzzled, the man was actually idle? Was it hidden by the company? But judging by his father's attitude towards men, it doesn't seem to be the same.
At a charity reception, he saw a man holding a wine glass, surrounded by a group of men and women, not including the presidents of some large consortiums. The man was still particularly conspicuous among the group of people, not only because of his perfect face. And because of his demeanor, people can't ignore his existence.
"Ruan Qing, this is Xiao Chengyu, your eldest son of Uncle Xiao. He just came back from California, USA. You are about the same age. Let's have fun together." Gaze, stretched out his hand, "Hello."
The young man named Xiao Chengyu just shook hands with him casually, and he found that the young man's eyes were on that man, feeling nostalgic, guilty, and sad.
He suddenly remembered that the man used to study in California, USA, did they know each other? Ignoring the inexplicable displeasure in his heart, he said a few words to the young man, and then he was dragged away by the son of another consortium. He finally escaped and came to a remote corner, where he found that there were already people there.
"Mu Yan, are you okay now?" He recognized that it was Xiao Chengyu's voice.
After a moment of silence, he heard the man's calm and almost indifferent voice, "It doesn't matter whether it's good or bad, at least no one has done anything to make me sick."
"Ding!" The sound of the wine glass falling to the ground and breaking was extremely ear-piercing. He saw the man's eyes full of sarcasm, "Ah, by the way, Mr. Xiao, I must remind you of one thing. My name is Jing Anjue. As for that Jing Mu Yan may be dead."
The man held the wine glass in an elegant posture, but the words he uttered were extremely cold, "Mr. Xiao, he died in the web you woven with friendship. You took advantage of the lonely heart of an orphan to deceive his friendship, but in the end you held him in awe." With such an ugly mind, you like this..." The man drank the whole glass of red wine, at that moment, he seemed to see the anger and hidden sadness in the man's eyes, "It really makes me sick."
He saw that the calm and elegant young master of the Xiao family that was rumored to have lost all blood, as if he had died, he looked away, turned and walked into the crowd. He didn't need to know about these things that had nothing to do with him.
Even so, that night, he still couldn't help paying attention to the man, watching him drink the wine toasted by others, with a smile on his face all night long.
After the banquet was over, he followed the man into the bathroom. The man was lying on the sink and vomited in a mess, his face pale as paper.
He helped the man who was standing unsteadily, only to realize that his whole body was cold, and he asked worriedly, "Are you okay?"
The man looked at him slowly and didn't speak for a long time. He thought the man would go crazy with alcohol or have other behaviors, but the man just smiled slightly, "It's okay, thank you."
He could see that the man was already drunk, but even though he was drunk and still maintained perfect etiquette, it was a pity that such a man was called perfect.
As soon as he walked out of the bathroom, he saw Xiao Chengyu standing outside. For a moment, he didn't know whether to let go of the man or take him away.
Xiao Chengyu's lips moved, but he didn't make a sound, but he could see that what Xiao Chengyu said was, "Mu Yan".
He smiled, "Young Master Xiao, haven't you left yet? This is an artist from our company. He's a little drunk. I'm planning to send him back now."
Xiao Chengyu strode up to him and the man, wanting to reach out to touch the man's cheek, but in the end he dropped powerlessly, then he took a step back and smiled, "Then don't bother Young Master Tang, by the way, I heard King Jing Tian has an upset stomach How about telling him to eat something after he wakes up from the wine."
"I see, thank you," he looked at Xiao Chengyu, nodded, and helped the man go away without the slightest hesitation. He just didn't want the man to have that kind of unbearable scandal, and because of this, he rushed to take him away. The man leaves.
Perhaps, he later understood why, because at that time, he forgot that the man had his own assistant and manager. He just wanted to take the man away, he didn't want the man to be with Xiao Chengyu, but when he understood, it was already too late.
At the reception held on the night when he was promoted to the president of the company, many people congratulated him, including the man, who was wearing an Armani suit and said with a smile, "Congratulations, Mr. Tang."
"Maybe it's time for me to say thank you," he recalled the man's intentional reminder to him, because his brother was too aggressive and was discovered by his shrewd father, but nothing was left. He couldn't help thinking that this man might be his own. savior.
He looked up at the man's expression, but only saw his constant smile.
It's just such a smile, but he thinks it's extraordinarily beautiful.
After being promoted to the president, he occasionally heard gossip about the man, and watched him rush into his office and leave in a hurry.
He gradually discovered that men like Lafite in 1982, they like to stand high on the ground and look at the sky, they like to drink black tea, they like to have a perfect smile on their face, they like the inconspicuous gypsophila, and they also like to play games that are not difficult. Little Bee and Super Mario like to sit on the sofa with a smile and wander in the void, like...
When he was not fully a man, he heard that a man died.
died? How could it be possible, how could the man with the perfect smile be dead? !
He doesn't turn on the TV, doesn't read the newspaper, and doesn't answer the phone. These reporters are always like this. They write all kinds of entertainment news. How can they write such excessive news about the man's death? He must sue those media.
He wouldn't believe it, definitely wouldn't believe it, absolutely wouldn't believe it, man...how could he die
He thought, maybe tomorrow that man will still be standing on the walkway, looking up at the sky, pretending to be in deep thought.
He thought, maybe tomorrow the man will still be nestled on the sofa in the office, drinking a cup of black tea, ignoring the itinerary arranged by his agent.
He knew that men always like to come up with some news to create topics for reporters, so this time the man must be bored again to make such a prank.
The next day, he went to the company early, he wanted to come to the company earlier, he thought, the man would stand on the aisle and look at the sky.
However, there is no one in the aisle, nor in the office, nor in the piano room, nor in the recording studio, nor in the dance room, and there is no man anywhere.
"President," a person pulled him with a smile. The fear and panic on this person's face almost distorted his face, making him unable to help laughing.
"CEO, Anjue is dead, is Anjue dead?" This man, Xie Xun's manager, said so.
"Dead...what do you mean?" He looked at the man, the smile on his face froze, "Tell me, what does it mean to be dead?"
"President..." Xie Xun seemed frightened by his appearance, and was speechless for a while.
"Today is not April Fool's Day, don't make such jokes, you call Jing Anjue, I just found a good script, let him play the leading role..."
"President, An Jue is dead, do you understand?!" Xie Xun repeated again, only looking at him with more obvious panic than before.
"Xie Xun, I'm in a bad mood today, I'm not joking with you, when Jing Anjue comes back, you ask him to come see me," he said with a dark face, "I'm going back to the office first."
"President..." Xie Xun's lips trembled, "What's wrong with you?"
Only then did he realize that the center of his palm was bleeding from his nail piercing, but why didn't he feel any pain
"It's okay," he smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled, "Go and call Lu Fan, I'll discuss Jing Anjue's role with him."
"President..." The panic on Xie Xun's face became more and more obvious, as if he was about to fall down, and his tone was trembling and cautious, "Lu Fan... Lu Fan is in the mourning hall."
"Oh, is Jing Anjue playing the death scene today?" He nodded, and suddenly didn't want to listen, "I see, I'm going back to the office..."
"President, this is not acting, An Jue... is really dead."
died? He turned his head in a daze and looked at the aisle, Jing Anjue in a white suit was standing on the aisle looking at the sky.
"Are you kidding, isn't he there?" He pointed to the aisle, and he even saw the man smiling back at him, "The next time you joke around, you have to be away."
Xie Xun stared stiffly at the empty aisle, and then turned his head to look at the president who has always been called a fox. A guess in his heart became clearer and clearer.
"Jing Anjue, they are all joking about your death, what do you think!" He walked out, the man in the aisle disappeared, there was nothing in the aisle, no staff who came and went on weekdays, no sound, what? nor.
"Hey, your man in his late thirties can't play hide-and-seek, right?" He asked with a smile, his voice trembling in the empty aisle.
He turned his head and looked at Xie Xun with a pale face, "Tell me, did he hear your joke? Let me tell you, that man is actually very narrow-minded, and you will definitely be revenged by him."
"President, wake up, Anjue... Anjue, he's gone, his body is still in the mourning hall, he's gone!" Xie Xun almost roared out these words.
He didn't want to listen to this kind of joke that was not nutritious at all, it was meaningless at all, he turned around and left without looking at Xie Xun.
Men are not dead, not dead, what are you kidding? What are you kidding? !
Xie Xun watched Tang Ruanqing go farther and farther, and sat on the ground with a plop. He took out his mobile phone tremblingly, "Lu... Lu Fan, something is wrong with the president, he..." He didn't know how to describe it in words, so he paused, Cai said, "He seems to be crazy."