At 10:30 in the morning, Ye Zhizhou crawled out of the rolled up quilt, with a look of lethargy, like a gossamer, "Tongtian, give me jelly beans to eat."
Tongtian moved his fake ears in disgust, and opened it with a click, revealing a small orange ball, [not jelly beans, but tranquilizing pills. ]
"Well, it's Anshen pill." He perfunctorily took the Anshen pill and took it, closed his eyes and slowly, finally got rid of the sequelae of drunkenness, became sober, and then touched his aching forehead suspiciously, and his head was foggy. Water, "Why am I swollen here?"
Tongtian answered his silly question intimately, [Bumped. ]
Vague memories came out of his mind—a faint mint aroma, a strong warm embrace, a low and gentle voice... He pressed the red and swollen part hard, and the pain instantly disappeared, and he poked the system madly with tears. , "Quickly, give me some topical medicine, it's going to hurt silly."
[The system is not a panacea. ]
"Aren't you a professional drug seller?"
The system is as quiet as a chicken.
The warm morning interaction was broken by the sudden ringing of the phone ring. He rubbed his face to get back the painful tears, took out the phone from under the pillow, and picked it up without seeing it, "Hey, who?"
"Xiaocheng!" Li Hao's howling like a pig came from the earpiece, crackling his eardrums, "You must be calm, I will find someone to control the public opinion on Weibo, you must be calm! "
"You are the one who needs to calm down." He took the phone a little further and pulled out his ears. "What's wrong with Weibo? Did Deng Jun come out and say that I stalked Zhang Xinran, or my aunt took the initiative to scold me. ?"
Li Hao got stuck, his voice raised again, "You know?!"
Of course, I know that these are all driven by him behind the scenes.
After comforting Li Hao, he stretched his waist to get up, settled the brunch after a simple wash, moved to the computer, and watched the big show.
The power of the fans is powerful. His photo taken at PO at more than nine o'clock. Before 11 o'clock, the fans followed the tiny connection between several trumpets and found them with a anger that was suspected of being fooled. I checked Deng Jun’s Weibo trumpet, and then found the tuba through the trumpet. After shock and excitement, he was filled with doubts.
Deng Jun was short-tempered and short-tempered. After only an hour, he spat with fans. He hasn't signed the company yet, and his behavior is unconstrained. After he exploded, he was praised by the high popularity. He didn't care about his image while he was talking. He thought of what he said, and unknowingly he felt jealous and disgusted with Yao Cheng. Zhang Xinran's love was all confided.
Fans were stunned that the love triangle between two men and one woman has extended from the show to the outside! It's just that the gentle and affectionate perfect male second in the play, in reality, is a jealous and ugly villain who likes to be yin behind.
The image is subverted too much, and fans express the need to be quiet.
After the silence, they were excited again. Although Deng Jun is very LOW and annoying, he broke an anecdote, that is, Yao Cheng really likes Zhang Xinran! Also chased her! The previous scandals weren't all fake!
Some fans said that they like to go all the way, most fans are in a subtle mood, and a small number of fans are holding broken glass hearts and crying in groups in the corner.
What Deng Jun hates most is seeing Zhang Xinran and Yao Cheng’s names line up together, seeing the fans get so excited, can’t help but pour down a pot of cold water—your dear Yao Cheng and Ouba are unrequited love and gladly rejected him many times. He was still stalking, very disgusting, and gladly annoyed him.
This cold water poured in, so cool, heart flying.
Some fans rose up and then tore, a small number of fans felt like they saw the dawn again, while most of the fans calmed down, chuckled in their hearts, and fell asleep. The black material that had been spilled on Yao Cheng before was not known to be true or not, and Deng Jun's words were not actually beaten. They were torn up here, it was a waste of life. If you want to whitewash or break the news, please speak with evidence.
At eight o'clock in the morning, the evidence came. An interview with Yao Cheng's aunt turned out. In the interview, the aunt denounced Yao Cheng for ignoring his relatives' white-eyed wolf behavior after becoming famous and wealthy. After scolding, I didn’t find it to be addictive. I also counted Yao Cheng’s misdeeds from childhood to childhood, skipping classes, fighting teachers, smoking and tattooing the society, 16-year-old puppies, 18-year-old harassing girls and being beaten by their parents, college entrance examination After that, he ran away from home, and dropped out of college halfway through. It was really bad, and there was no repentance. In the end, she pretended to apologize to Zhang Xinran again, saying that she was harassed because of her failure to discipline her children, and she also asked her adults not to worry about it.
When Li Hao woke up and noticed that there was something wrong with Weibo, the public opinion had already developed in an increasingly uncontrollable direction. Various Yao Cheng’s classmates posted that his predecessor jumped up and down on Weibo, breaking the news constantly. So far, Yao Cheng, who has just shown signs of whitewashing, is finally completely black.
Ye Zhizhou yawned and was very satisfied with the results he saw now. He moved his fingers to upload the things that he had prepared to the Internet in batches, and set a good time. Only when the time came, the wonderful reversal drama was about to begin.
Finding out the system information and counting the time, the heroine should have signed with Mutian in the past few days. He pulled out his mobile phone and opened Li Hao's phone, ready to walk away from his relationship and squeeze himself into Mutian. After feeding him with the Raiders for so long, it is time to give something back.
Before he could dial the number, a strange call came in suddenly.
After the press conference, he changed his mobile phone number. Not many people knew the new number. This unfamiliar call came suddenly... He touched his chin, cleared his throat, and connected, "Hey, who? "
The voice of the person on the other side is very nice, and the attitude is good enough, but this self-reported family...
"Mu Tian?" Isn't it the Galaxy that signed Yao Cheng in the original plot? He was slightly surprised, and asked in confirmation, "Are you going to sign me?"
Xiang Qingxiao glanced at Ouyang Chun, who was sitting on the opposite side and not knowing what he was thinking, and his tone was a little more cautious, "It's not that we are going to sign you, but my boss is going to sign you."
I didn’t understand the intention of emphasizing the word “boss” in his words. Ye Zhizhou is now full of sleepiness. God gives pillows. He is hungry. The pleasure of falling pie in the sky. He simply and neatly responded, “Okay, I’ll sign a contract with you. , Let's make an appointment to talk?" God opened his eyes! With his current red and black popularity, Mu Tian was actually willing to sign him, a miracle! Surprise joy! Thanks to the boss who knows the eye and knows the bead!
After receiving a positive answer, Xiang Qingxiao felt that the pressure on her body was a little less, and suggested, "What about two o'clock in the afternoon depending on the time? We can send a car to pick it up." The low pressure in Erye's body has been maintained for the whole morning, but no Dare to continue to delay.
"No problem." Ye Zhizhou was also afraid that the pie that fell in his arms would fly away, and quickly responded, "It won't be necessary to pick it up. I live not far from Mutian. The past is very convenient, so I won't bother you."
Hang up the phone and look at Ouyang Chun from Qingxiao, "Second Lord, the time is set, do you want to call He Zhenheng? In addition, which level does the artist have to sign?" The treatment must be the highest, but the time is the longest. Ten years or the most flexible year
"No need." Ouyang Chun finally came alive from his silence, rubbed the Buddhist beads on his wrist a few times, and said lightly, "Don't sign the artist, sign the assistant."
"assistant?"
"Only an assistant is allowed." He squinted slightly, as if thinking of something, his tone slowly slowed down, "My assistant."
At two o'clock in the afternoon, Ye Zhizhou stepped into Mutian's magnificent gate on time, and then unfortunately met Zhang Xinran in the elevator.
"Why are you here?" After rebirth, the heroine who has been showing her mature and calm posture rarely has the instability of a true eighteen-year-old girl, and her eyes are full of disbelief when she looks at Ye Zhizhou. She watched the farce on Weibo in the morning. Although many things went beyond her plan, Yao Cheng's low and charming attitude is real. Now he should be at home with a lot of trouble. How could he appear here
Ye Zhizhou didn't expect to meet the heroine here, and he realized that the other party should have signed the contract as soon as he turned his mind. Then he curled his lips with a perfect smile and asked, "Then Xinran, why are you here?"
He quickly calmed down, and Zhang Xinran looked at him inquisitively, not knowing whether his kindness and generosity at this time was pretending to be a good feeling for himself, and he raised his chin slightly and replied indifferently, "I'm here to sign a contract. ."
After the rebirth, the female protagonist has always treated Yao Cheng with such a cold and indifferent appearance. Ye Zhizhou didn't care about it, and replied slowly, "It's a coincidence, I also came to sign the contract."
The pride on Zhang Xinran's face stiffened, and she frowned slightly, "How could you..."
The elevator slowly slid away with a dingdong, interrupting her unfinished words.
Thinking of Mu Tian's purpose, she was busy sorting out her expression and manners, and was ready to start her journey in Mu Tian with the most perfect image. As for Yao Cheng, an actor who was almost abolished, there was nothing to pay attention to.
What they didn't expect was that someone outside the elevator was waiting to meet them.
"Welcome to Mutian." He Zhenheng stepped forward and shook hands with the two, with a slightly ordinary face with an unconsciously relaxed and intimate smile, "I am He Zhenheng, Mutian's agent." Pointing to a slightly serious middle-aged woman next to her, "This is Zhao Ping. We will discuss the signing of the two with you separately."
He Zhenheng, Mu Tian's gold medal manager, has a lot of connections and has a great way of cultivating artists. Now that this person came to pick up the heroine in person, it should have been in contact with the heroine before. Thinking like this in his heart, his gaze bypassed the hostess who was close to He Zhenheng's side, and fell on Zhao Ping, who had been silent. He Zhenheng got together with the hostess. It should be this serious-looking lady who negotiated the contract with him, but there doesn’t seem to be an agent named Zhao Ping in the original plot, because the other party’s sense of existence is too weak. Or did you miss it
Perceiving his gaze, Zhao Ping nodded at him slightly, walked to the elevator first, and pressed the up button.
"Go up?" He stepped to keep up.
Zhao Ping nodded, waited for the elevator to open, and went in first, and said, "Our appointment is signed upstairs."
He followed into the elevator, with some doubts in his heart. At the highest level... Isn't that the president's office? It's just signing a contract, why go to such a tall place, and why doesn't the heroine need to go
Downstairs, Zhang Xinran noticed the two people's departure, pretending to be curious and wondering, and asked, "Why did they leave? Don't you sign a contract?"
"Of course not." He Zhenheng smiled and waved his hand. He didn't want to talk more, and said vaguely, "The child's contract is different from yours. You have to pass it through to the higher-ups, so you need to go up there."
A bright light flashed in her eyes and she smiled, "Oh, the contract signed is different." Also, Yao Cheng's current popularity, why sign the same contract as herself