The Mutian Building has a total of 35 floors, and the President's Office is very proud to contract the top two floors. As mentioned in the information provided by the system, in fact, the real president’s office has only 34 floors, and the 35th floor is independent. There are special elevators that can only be used with a pass. It is a private space that belongs exclusively to the large shareholder behind the scenes and the money maker Ouyang. You can't get in without the owner's permission.
But at this time, Zhao Ping took him across the 34th floor to the door of the 35th floor. Then he took out a magnetic card and swiped open the exquisite mahogany door. After entering the door, he passed the card more casually. "Take it right, this pass is of special grade, you can enter and exit all the company's places, including the 17th and 18th floors that have been separately secured. Please keep it safe." He strode into the spacious and gorgeous hall and pointed to the south facing In one direction, "Go in corridor No. 1, and at the end is your lounge. There is a three-bedroom and one-living room. Next to the lounge, there is a piano room gym and a separate small kitchen. The ingredients and drinks in the kitchen refrigerator will be replaced every day. The internal telephone line is directly connected. The back kitchen of the restaurant on the fifth floor can order food and the company will reimburse you."
Ye Zhizhou took the card, a little confused.
There is a carpet on the ground and there is no sound when walking on it. Zhao Ping’s words become clearer and louder. “The company will equip you with a styling team and a public relations team, and the development plan will be made as soon as possible for you to look at and provide you with a bodyguard. For the time being, there are only four people. The company is transferring you from the headquarters, and it will probably arrive the day after tomorrow."
There are a total of four corridors on both sides of the hall. The two people in the speaking room have reached No. 3, which is directly opposite to No. 1. You can use the swimming pool as you like." He opened a door at the end of the corridor and said, "This is the recording studio. From now on, this will belong to you."
He stared at the label missing on the door of the recording studio, and shook his head vigorously in his heart. No! This is obviously Ouyang's recording studio! Only the hostess and team members are allowed to enter the recording studio! He will not be deceived if he studies too much!
"This is a spare key for the recording studio. The access code is 888123. You can change it if you don't like it."
"..." An ominous premonition rose in my heart. Are the conditions Mutian gave himself a little too good? It feels like a conspiracy...
Zhao Ping closed the door and led him back. "There is a passage in front of it connected to Corridor No. 4, and you can go directly there. There are several small meeting rooms and offices. You can come here directly when you need to have a meeting with the team. Don’t worry. Divulge the content of the conversation."
"Sister Zhao, wait a minute." He didn't dare to listen anymore. "I haven't decided whether to sign or not. Is it too early for the company to arrange these?"
"Don't sign it?" Zhao Ping turned to look at him, turned the document he had been holding to the signature page and stretched it out in front of him, and put a pen intimately, "Five-year contract, the best plan for commission. You will not be forced to take over work, there is only one requirement. During the contract period, dating and rumors are strictly prohibited."
The pie is too big to sign.
Zhao Ping saw his hesitation and added a dose of fierce information, "As long as you sign, you will be the second Ouyang quality, and Mutian Resources is at your disposal."
Ouyang quality! Male lead!
The flag-raising radar in his mind instantly exploded. Thinking about the task that is currently not progressing, he hesitated for a moment, and took up his pen, "I have a request." In order to be able to get close to Ouyang Zhi, regardless of this Mutian trouble. What kind of demon, fight it!
Zhao Ping raised her hand to touch the earrings, and said directly, "Say."
"I don’t have to be the second Ouyang Zhi." He pulled off the cap, pointed the pen tip to the place where he signed, and looked straight into her eyes, and said seriously, "After signing the contract, I want you to try to arrange for me to make contact. Go to work in Ouyang Quality."
Zhao Ping moved her brows, touched the earrings again, and nodded after a pause, "No problem."
After signing the contract, he should be summoned by the boss. I thought that Zhao Ping would take him to the 34th floor to see the professional manager Ouyang Zhi invited to sit in Mutian, but he didn't want to be taken directly to the second corridor that was not introduced before. .
"President Hu is here?"
"You mean Hu Zongze?" Zhao Ping gave him a weird look and shook her head. "No, your boss is not him."
He frowned in confusion. Hu Zongze was the name of that professional manager. He signed under Mutian's banner. Who else could he be if he wasn't the boss
The two of them walked straight to the last room at the end of the corridor before stopping. Zhao Ping stepped forward and knocked on the door. After a response came from the inside, he opened the door. Instead of going in, they stepped back and made a request to Ye Zhizhou. Gesture.
"Aren't you going in?"
Zhao Ping handed the document to him and replaced the answer with action.
After a pause, he took the file and stepped into the room, suddenly feeling unconvinced. The gods were chattering, he wanted to see what kind of mystery Mutian was playing with such a trick today.
The first thing you see when you enter the door is a huge floor-to-ceiling window. The warm sun shines directly in in the afternoon, covering everything in the room with a layer of warm yellow halo, adding a warm taste to the cool furniture. He quickly moved his gaze away from the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, along the bookshelves placed against the wall, over the potted plants, and landed on a tall figure standing on the side in front of the bookcase.
It was a man with wide shoulders and narrow waist, long legs and hips. His figure was perfect, and the exposed half of his face was perfect in the sun. At this time, his eyes were drooping, and his slender fingers gently turned the yellowish pages, with a natural elegance.
A very charming man.
Different from Yun Ke's deserted abstinence, this person's temperament carries some dangerous wildness, which makes people jealous and fascinated.
"Yao Cheng." The low and gentle voice was vaguely familiar. The man turned around and looked up at him. A secret emotion flashed across his amber pupils, "You like Ouyang Zhi very much?"
After meeting the person's impressive indifferent eyes, the vague and vague memory in his mind finally became clear. He couldn't help raising his hand to cover his red and swollen forehead, and said in surprise, "Is it you?"
"I'm glad you still remember me." Ouyang Chun curled her lips slightly, with some joy in her eyes, put down her book, walked up to him a few steps, raised her hand to touch his swollen forehead, with a hint of deep meaning in his words, "I Will keep you in mind."
As he approached, the mental power leisurely surrounding him began to suddenly become active again like last time, wrapping around him uncontrollably.
Can not!
He took a step backwards violently, and brutally retracted his mental power to suppress it in the depths of his mind, a little flustered in his heart. How could this happen? As soon as the mental power touched the opponent, it became active uncontrollably. This kind of situation obviously only appeared when facing Yun Ke.
Could it be that this man... he raised his eyes and looked at the man in front of him carefully, feeling a moment of loss in his heart, and then he woke up like a self-masochistic.
No, how dare he hope for such a slim hope. What if he makes a mistake? There is only one Yunke, this person is not, no one will be, so no, no, can't think about it.
He raised his hand and pressed hard on the red and swollen forehead, trying to suppress the chaotic thoughts with pain.
"What are you doing!" Ouyang Chun quickly held his hand pressing his forehead, and broke his chin with the other hand, his eyes sinking as if there was a storm, "Yao Cheng, look at me, what are you afraid of? No one here can hurt him. you."
The force on his chin seemed fierce, but it was gentle and restrained. He was forced to raise his head to meet the man's worrisome expression in reproach and anger, shaking his mind slightly. It's so alike, this look...
"Yao Cheng!" Ouyang Chun patiently ran out, lowered her head and approached him, and the strength to hold his wrist unconsciously increased, and the pressure became dangerous. "Who are you thinking through me? Ouyang Zhi? Is he similar to me? "
"Ouyang Zhi?" He repeated his words unconsciously, his thinking gradually being filled with memories, only the eyes full of familiar emotions were left in his sight, and he couldn't help raising his hand to touch it. It's been a long time since I saw such a look... My nose gradually became sour, and my eyes became red in despair. The weak emotions surged upwards, and the mental power suppressed in the depths of my mind began to boil, struggling to rush out.
Ouyang Chun’s anger quickly faded after seeing his reddish eye sockets. He noticed his intention to touch him. He paused for a moment, turned his head slightly, met the fingers he had touched, and stretched his arms around him. Emotions gradually settled, condensed into a bottomless black, "Yao Cheng, you behave, I will give you what you want."
Ouyangzhi, who ran back from work, opened the door with a smile on his face, and when his second uncle shouted only halfway, he was frightened back into his throat by the ambiguous two in the room. After holding back for a long time, he said dryly, "Second uncle, You, did you find us a second male aunt?"
Ye Zhizhou, who was trapped in the confused memory, was stunned by these words. After a brief moment of bewilderment with the man’s posture, he hurriedly pushed him away, and looked sideways at the live big movie emperor who appeared at the door, sensible Instantly connected to the system data, "Ouyang Zhi?" He looked at him and then looked at the tall man with a black face after being pushed away. His mind was a little short-circuited, "You, what are you calling him? Second uncle?"
Ouyang Zhi was a little confused by his reaction, and directly replied, "Yeah, why don't you call the second uncle?"
Ouyang Zhi, whose parents died, was brought up by his second uncle Ouyang Chun. He returned to China and entered the entertainment industry after he became an adult. He established Mutian two years later. He has outstanding ability. After falling in love with the heroine, he gradually shifted his focus to behind-the-scenes work. In the entertainment industry, he and his brother confessed their love affair to the only elder and obtained an understanding. Three years later, Ouyang Chun retired to the backstage for retirement due to physical discomfort. The twins formally took charge of the group, opening the way for the heroine to rise to the altar.
Unconsciously swiping through the system data in his brain, he stopped at some key words and sentences. Brought up by the second uncle Ouyang Chun... Retired behind the scenes due to physical discomfort...
Ouyang Zhi just turned 26 this year... He turned his head to look at the mature and handsome man, with a trembling tone, "Your... name?"
"Ouyang Chun."
"age… ?"
"Yao Cheng." Ouyang Chun squinted, stretched his hand across his chin and looked at him with a full threat, "Do you dare to despise me?"
Ouyang Chun, the current Patriarch of the Ou Family, is truly in control of the right, Ouyang Zhi and Ouyang Zhi’s most powerful backers, the hostess tries to please him after marrying into the Ou Family, Mutian can develop so well, it depends on him. Give resources and connections.
He seemed to see three words on the top of the opponent's head-golden thighs!
"No." His expression instantly changed from confused to firm, his eyes flashing with doglegs, "I like a man of your age!" For the task, there is no need for morality or something!