I, holding the script, kidnapped the male protagonist's benefactor

In the empty room, the ringing of the cell phone was like a death warrant, waking Ji Yu from his deep sleep.

When I opened my eyes, the dazzling sunlight outside had already covered the floor by the window.

"Hey."

Ji Yu struggled to get his head out from under the quilt, reached out and fumbled around the bedside, and after a while he found his phone. He answered the call, and his hoarse voice startled the person on the other end.

"Ji Yu? Do you have a cold? Why does your voice sound so bad?"

Even Zhou Yuliang, who had seen many storms, had never heard such a rough sound. It sounded like a saw sawing something, unpleasant and harsh.

Ji Yu was speechless for a while, holding his weak waist, and lying on the quilt, "I have a slight cold, what do you want to talk to me about?"

Zhou Yuliang did not answer immediately, but smiled and said: "Caught a cold? It's not that the air conditioner is turned on too high. This is the first time I see someone catch a cold in the summer."

Ji Yu took a deep breath. The biggest mistake he had made in his life was that he shouldn't have teased Yuan Shenghe in the gym.

After he put it into practice, he realized that he was not the only one who had been holding it in for more than a month.

Some people have to rely on fitness to vent their desires. It is conceivable that once the desire is ignited, the person who suffers is definitely not him, but the person who suffers.

In the end, he didn't even know when he was carried back to the room.

"What's the matter with you?"

Zhou Yuliang thought he wanted to rest, so he cut to the chase: "I want to invite you to the banquet on Sunday night. It's my grandfather's birthday, and many celebrities in the industry will be invited. Are you interested in coming? Lao Yuan will definitely come, and you can come with him."

Ji Yu wanted to say that he was not very interested, as he was not from that circle, but he suddenly remembered something and changed his words, "If I have nothing to do on Sunday night, I will go with him."

"Okay, then give me your address and I'll send you an invitation."

"I'm going with Yuan Shenghe, so we don't need an invitation, right?"

"Coming with him is one thing, but having an invitation letter can prove that you are my distinguished guest, so that others won't look down on you."

Without this invitation letter, others would just think that Ji Yu was an accessory who came with Yuan Shenghe.

Ji Yu didn't expect that he would even consider this aspect for him. He is indeed Yuan Shenghe's friend. "Thank you very much."

"Don't be polite. Even if I don't tell you, Old Yuan will tell you." Zhou Yuliang still remembered to help his friend accumulate impression points.

"Then give the invitation letter to Yuan Shenghe as well."

"Okay, see you Sunday night then."

After ending the call, Ji Yu looked at the time. It was already past working hours, so he had to send a message to Ji Jingming to ask for leave.

I wanted to make a phone call, but my voice wasn't suitable for it.

Unexpectedly, just after the message was sent, Ji Jingming called.

"Ji Yu, why do you suddenly want to take a leave today?"

Ji Yu had no choice but to press his throat and said, "It's nothing, I just caught a cold and my throat is uncomfortable."

He used the excuse Zhou Yuliang found for him to deal with it.

Ji Jingming had no doubts at all, because the duck voice was too convincing. "How could you suddenly get sick? You are too careless."

After saying this, he subconsciously glanced at the man sitting on the sofa.

"I didn't expect to get sick suddenly. Is the company very busy now?" Ji Yu felt strange. Usually, when Ji Jingming heard him ask for leave, he would agree readily, but today he asked a few more questions.

"It's a little busy, but it's okay. Since you are sick, you should have a good rest." Ji Jingming didn't know how to tell his boss why he didn't see you just now.

After hanging up the phone, he looked at Zou Dongjun and helped Ji Yu explain to him.

"Boss, Ji Yu is usually never late and rarely takes leave. He was sick today."

"I heard it." Zou Dongjun stood up calmly, "You go ahead and do your work."

"Ok."

Until he left, Ji Jingming was still a little puzzled.

Didn’t the boss have something to tell me? Why did he just leave without saying anything in the end?

After a while, his mind gradually regained its rationality and his face suddenly changed.

I felt it was a bit strange before. The boss, who never asked about the artists' situation before, suddenly became a little concerned during this period.

A few days ago, I asked him to send him a copy of Hou Bei's work schedule.

Later, he heard that he visited the crew of The Allure of Heaven several times, and he heard others say with envy that Actor Zou really cares about his artists.

At that time, he thought that it was because Hou Bei was popular and worth training that the boss took interest in her.

Now that I think about it carefully, the boss has never actually asked about Hou Bei's affairs, and the few times he did were all related to Ji Yu.

This is not about concern for the artist, it is clearly about caring more about Ji Yu's affairs.

Ji Jingming was in a complicated mood at this time, he knew too well what this concern meant.

He had long known that someone like Ji Yu would definitely attract many outstanding people.

But I didn't expect that my boss was also included in this.

……

I don’t know if it was because of guilt, but Yuan Shenghe didn’t go to work in the morning and served Ji Yu personally.

Ji Yu was very comfortable with the service and decided not to argue with him about the gym incident, but there wouldn't be a next time.

Yuan Shenghe also worked in the study in the afternoon, and the documents that needed signatures were delivered to his door personally by Secretary Liu.

Except after get off work, Secretary Liu has never come to the president's villa at this time.

Before seeing the president, he thought that the iron man would finally get sick and work from home.

After seeing the president, his aura was still so strong and the oppressive feeling was still strong. If I got sick, I would have to stay in the ICU.

"Is there anything else?" Yuan Shenghe signed the last document.

"No more, they're all here." Secretary Liu picked up all the signed documents and prepared to leave when he heard President Yuan speak again.

"Contact the people in the Westinghouse for me and ask them to send a few people over."

Westinghouse is a studio that specializes in hand-made high-end suits. Its usual clients are wealthy people. Yuan Shenghe has many of his suits custom-made there. With just one word, the other party will send someone over immediately.

Secretary Liu was surprised and said, "President, you want to customize a suit? Your size is already in the Westinghouse."

Yuan Shenghe said: "Don't do it for me, ask them to send someone over."

Secretary Liu's heart was pounding. This was the first time this happened. Was it that little goblin?

Oh, no, the little fairy is a female, so the dress she wants to customize should be a female dress.

Secretary Liu felt a little regretful, as he thought he could see a little goblin.

"I'll contact them right away. I'll go back to the company first."

"Ah."

Secretary Liu left the study, and just as he turned the corner and was about to go downstairs, the door of the first bedroom at the corner of the corridor suddenly opened.

A young man wearing light grey home clothes came out, holding his waist.

The young man had a handsome face and skin as white as snow, just like an early summer morning, bright and fresh.

As if noticing someone, the other person looked towards him.

A pair of eyes like bright stars fell on him through a few strands of curly hair. At that moment, a few words emerged in Secretary Liu's mind.

An angelic little fairy.