The outdated CP is popular again [Entertainment Circle]

Lu Hechuan wanted to leave immediately. His only purpose in coming here was Shan Juanzhi. The fashion resources that others were fighting for were just icing on the cake for him.

As soon as he stood up, he saw Shan Juanzhi coming in from the door. He smiled and sat down again, straightening his collar and clothes. He quickly simulated in his mind what he would say when Shan Juanzhi came over and what angle his facial expression would look most perfect.

He sat upright for a rare moment, waiting for the man to walk slowly towards him under the lights of the hall.

Step by step, getting closer. When Shan Juanzhi passed by him, Lu Hechuan pressed his chest, trying to calm his overly noisy heartbeat.

The corners of his mouth were raised into a perfect arc, and then he watched Shan Juanzhi walk past him without stopping, without even looking away.

Lu Hechuan: “…hiss.”

His eyes were fixed on Shan Juanzhi's back, wanting to see where he was going.

As luck would have it, Shan Juanzhi's position after being swapped was exactly Lu Hechuan's original position. The lady who swapped seats with Lu Hechuan sat on Shan Juanzhi's left. When she saw the newcomer, her eyes lit up and she took the initiative to greet him. After introducing herself, she began to chat with Shan Juanzhi enthusiastically.

Lu Hechuan: “…”

He held his forehead with his hand, feeling extremely complicated for a moment.

Yuanyuan was still sending him messages, asking him if Shan Juanzhi had already sat down next to him.

Lu Hechuan struggled to digest his feelings and replied to Yuanyuan:

——You did a great job

Yuanyuan was quite happy when she saw this. It was rare to hear some praise from a picky boss like Lu Hechuan. She stopped smoking the cigarette she was using to relieve stress and picked up her phone to start editing, wondering if she could ask for some bonus while her boss was happy.

In his excitement, Lu Hechuan replied

——But your bonus this month is gone

Yuanyuan:? ? ?

He had already written six lines of flattery in the dialog box. He was correcting the wrong word when he saw the second one. His temper exploded immediately, and he didn't care that the person in front of him was his boss.

——? ? ?

——You deduct my salary when I praise you?

--withdraw!

——Please QAQ

——Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

He could only remain tough for three seconds. He cursed Lu Hechuan eight hundred times in his heart, but he still showed his lackey nature when he sent the message.

There's nothing he can do about it, since Lu Hechuan is the boss who controls his financial lifeline.

The more he thought about it, the more depressed he became. He took out another cigarette from the box, thought about it, his face became even more sad, and he took out another one.

With two cigarettes in his hand, he took a puff and then held the other one in his hand, letting it slowly burn out.

Forget it, he thought, let this be a toast to that gentleman.

But two seconds later, he felt sorry for his vicious thoughts.

Three seconds later, he thought again, it was normal for such a crappy boss to be scolded.

Yuanyuan slowly exhaled a puff of smoke. The more she thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong. She put out the other cigarette and thought to herself that she was too kind. She even felt guilty about having her bonus deducted by her boss for no reason.

Yuanyuan scratched his head, his mind suddenly filled with all the kindness Lu Hechuan had shown him over the years.

Every time the season changes, he gives red envelopes to the people in the studio to buy new clothes; if someone's family is seriously ill and in urgent need of money, as long as Lu Hechuan knows about it, he will definitely help out and will not urge them to pay it back afterwards; when old employees leave, they will receive big red envelopes, saying that they are to make up for the bonuses over the years...

One thing after another made Yuanyuan feel uncomfortable and sad. He blinked, not knowing how he made himself feel upset and guilty. He felt uncomfortable and had to silently apologize to God and take back his previous thoughts. At the end, he added, "Live a long life, dog boss."

After venting herself and finishing her cigarette, Yuanyuan went to the sink to wash her face, dried her hands, and reopened the screen to try to please Lu Hechuan again. But when she saw the screen full of question marks, Lu Hechuan first transferred 8888 to her and said,

——The bonus is gone

"You are a real dog." Yuanyuan took the money quickly, looked at the balance on her bank card, counted the zeros for a few seconds, chuckled, and said to herself: "I just like dogs. Dogs are good friends of humans."

——May you be healthy and happy, Uncle Lu. Please come and visit us again next time.

Lu Hechuan didn't reply. His whole attention was now on Shan Juanzhi, who was separated from him by half a show field.

He had a vague impression of the woman who chatted with Shan Juanzhi. She was the editor-in-chief of a certain country's fashion magazine. The magazine was neither too well-known internationally and was a resource that many first- and second-tier artists in the country were happy to fight for.

Seeing that the woman was about to lean on Shan Juanzhi, Lu Hechuan clenched his fists on his knees in silence. He reminded himself again and again in his heart that this was work. If Shan Juanzhi could get an invitation from a publication, it would be very beneficial to his future resources.

He tried to direct his gaze to the models wearing fancy and avant-garde fashions.

After watching for less than five seconds, he couldn't resist the urge to tilt his head, squinting his eyes to observe the smiling female editor. He felt like a bottle of aged vinegar that was stimulated by external factors, with sour bubbles constantly coming up from his throat.

Shan Juanzhi was not interested in the invitation from the female editor-in-chief. He was still worrying about why he had to take the path passing by Lu Hechuan when he entered the venue just now.

Maybe it was because a light happened to be projected on Lu Hechuan the moment he came in. That person happened to be the first person he saw among the crowd of people in the show. Before his brain made a choice, his body had already involuntarily gone in the only direction.

The change of route was too deliberate at this time, and Shan Juanzhi managed to not look sideways when passing by Lu Hechuan. But it was not easy for him to do this.

This overly close distance made him uncomfortable. Tracing back to the source, the source of the discomfort was suppressed desire.

He tried hard to recall what the psychologist had said to him, and like a self-torturer, he recalled again and again what Lu Hechuan had said to him before the disbanding concert five years ago. Only then did he manage to suppress the discomfort deep in his heart.

The female editor was still trying to arouse his interest. She felt fresh about Shan Juanzhi's lack of interest. It was rare for her to meet an Asian youth who would reject her invitation in this way.

The young man's temperament and appearance were quite in line with her aesthetic taste. When talking to him, she had even thought about the content of the interview.

Depression and desire, these two extreme emotions appear in one person at the same time, full of mystery and contradiction. She even began to wonder what kind of story had happened to this young man.

Shan Juanzhi didn't expect the editor-in-chief to be so insistent, and apologized, "Sorry."

"This is not the answer I want to hear. Can you tell me why you rejected me?" asked the female editor.

Shan Juanzhi had two goals when he returned to China. The first was to find a job he liked, and the second was...

He glanced at Lu Hechuan, and when their eyes met, Shan Juanzhi said to himself in his heart: The second goal is to avoid Lu Hechuan.

The light in his eyes suddenly dimmed, and Lu Hechuan sensed something was wrong. Without waiting for him to react, Shan Juanzhi retracted his gaze and said to the female editor: "Thank you very much for giving me this opportunity."

When the fashion show ended, Lu Hechuan stood up impatiently and walked towards Shan Juanzhi. The distance between them was too far, and the crowd was surging and heavy. Even though he was in such a hurry, he still couldn't arrive before Shan Juanzhi left.

The female editor was originally disappointed because of being rejected, but when she saw Lu Hechuan, her eyes lit up again.

This man and the young man just now are both Asian. They both have stunning looks and temperament, but they give her completely different feelings.

The young man is like a calm lake with turbulent undercurrents. This man is like an ocean, and it is hard to guess how much blue is hidden under its roaring white waves.

Just as she was about to go up and start a conversation, the man glared at her warningly.

Female editor:?

Unable to find Shan Juanzhi, Lu Hechuan could only take people back to the hotel. Unexpectedly, after returning, he found that the two rooms next door were empty.

I went to the front desk to ask and was told that the guest had checked out early.

Yuanyuan, who had been following all the way, also realized that something was wrong.

Why does the development trend of this matter seem like the other party is deliberately avoiding it?

He joined Lu Hechuan's studio in the second year after it was established, so he had no idea about the love-hate relationship between Lu Hechuan and Shan Juanzhi five years ago. He usually surfed the Internet and read a lot of information from bloggers. He read eight versions and ten endings of the story between the two, and even asked the old people in the studio about the real situation out of curiosity.

The answers he got were all that the two had a very good relationship, and he should not listen to the nonsense spread by those people on the Internet. When he asked why the two of them stopped following each other on Weibo, the old man hesitated and asked for a long time before he got the real answer: Lu Hechuan was blocked by Shan Juanzhi, and he couldn't follow Shan Juanzhi even if he wanted to.

At that time, the young assistant admired Shan Juanzhi very much. He was so bold that he dared to unilaterally pull the black dog boss.

Now looking at the situation, it turns out that the dog boss is the one who is most eager to take on the responsibility, which is really gratifying!

Perhaps his expression was too excited, and the dog boss was sensitive enough to notice it. Lu Hechuan asked him coldly: "Do you think he has returned to China now?"

The assistant lost his gloating mood after being looked at by him, and replied with a straight face: "He must have returned to China."

Lu Hechuan returned to his room, sat on the sofa and lost in thought for a moment, then said to Yuanyuan: "Book the earliest flight back home."

"Ah... OK, I'll go right away."

After coming out of Lu Hechuan's room, Yuanyuan sighed. She had thought she could have fun in Paris for half a day, but she didn't expect this to happen.

Is the dog boss really capable? How come he just chases people and scares them away?

The assistant who suddenly received the news that Shan Juanzhi had returned to China was also confused. He exited the game interface, booked a plane ticket first, then returned to the hotel early to pack his luggage and check out, and used the time on the way to ask Shan Juanzhi what happened.

After Shan Juanzhi came out of the show, he said hello to Tina and took a car directly to the airport to meet up with his assistant and others.

It was also a coincidence that there was a suitable flight back to China one hour after the fashion show. The assistant was waiting anxiously outside the airport, and when he saw Shan Juanzhi, he waved hurriedly, "Brother, hurry up."

Shan Juanzhi was wearing high-end clothing that he had worn for a fashion show. He had been sweating all the way here, and after boarding the plane, his clothes were wrinkled beyond recognition.

The young assistant had a headache seeing this. Clothes from this kind of luxury brand were expensive and delicate. They couldn't be washed or ironed. Now they were like a rag. She was afraid it would be difficult to explain to the lender.

Shan Juanzhi took off his coat and threw it aside, not caring. "No need to return it. Tell Brother Zheng that I bought the clothes. After asking the price, the money will be withdrawn from my account."