Depraved

After signing the agreement to terminate the contract peacefully, Fang Ting didn't say anything nice, put down his pen and smiled, nodded to those present, and left the conference room.

The few people who stayed in the meeting room looked at each other, and Zhuang Xiaowei pushed away the chair and chased him out on high heels.Director Meng tilted his head and leaned tiredly on the chair: "It's not easy for this child...but who is it easy for?"

Xia Hua took a pen and wrote Fang Ting's name on the paper: "I did it all by myself...but there are so many people who did it, it's just his bad luck."

Director Meng smiled and stood up: "Okay, let's go to work, I'm leaving too."

Zhuang Xiaowei caught up with Fang Ting in the lobby on the first floor, and grabbed his arm: "Xiao Fang."

Fang Ting stopped obediently: "Sister Zhuang... is there anything else?"

Zhuang Xiaowei was at a loss for words for a while, what was she doing chasing after him?Just looking at Fang Ting's expression at that moment, I felt a little uncomfortable.Is she here to comfort Fang Ting? I'm afraid he doesn't need to be comforted. He may be used to this kind of thing.

Fang Ting looked at Zhuang Xiaowei's hesitant to speak expression, his eyes rolled, and the corners of his eyes drifted past the many spectators coming and going in the hall, and as expected, he received all kinds of appearances from all beings, and sneered: "Sister Zhuang, I don't feel uncomfortable... "

Zhuang Xiaowei interrupted him: "You accepted Yi Shuang's film contract, is it because of today's business?"

Fang Ting rolled his eyelids, and shook his fingers reflexively: "You know?"

"I know," Zhuang Xiaowei lowered his voice, "Director Meng doesn't know."

"You didn't tell her? Why didn't you tell her?"

"It's useful...but it's not good for you, not at all." Zhuang Xiaowei ignored his involuntary questioning, "Eldest Young Master Song has just brought in a newcomer, who is very close to your route."

What Zhuang Xiaowei said was cryptic, but Fang Ting could understand.Song Dashao, the newcomer has a strong enough backing; the route is close, and there must be fierce competition for resources—and the resources will definitely be tilted towards this newcomer who has no black material and a healthy and sunny image, not his slander-ridden, trouble-ridden, public image Damaged, down-and-out old man targeted by some in power.Even if he accepts Yi Shuang's new drama, these will not change. The company may keep him in the hope that Yi Shuang's drama will make a fortune from him, but it will not make long-term plans for his development. He would not even be willing to do public relations for him to smooth out the current turmoil.

Sweat all over.

"I... thank you, Miss Zhuang."

"No thanks, take a closer look, I still think you are a good seedling." Zhuang Xiaowei smiled, "It's fine if you cancel the contract, but you have to find your own way out."

"……Um."

"Okay, it's time for me to go back," Zhuang Xiaowei smiled and clapped his hands together, "There are still a lot of things to do."

"……it is good."

"Brother Xia is also very worried about you." Zhuang Xiaowei took a bunch of keys and put them in front of Fang Ting. "I will lend you his car to drive for a few days—I'm afraid your car will not be easy to go out these two days."

"Go on, it's Brother Xia's wish."

Fang Ting looked up at Zhuang Xiaowei, and smiled tacitly in the eyes: "Thank you Brother Xia for me."

"Definitely pass it on."

Autumn has arrived, and the cold air has just invaded, but the recent weather does not look like autumn, but rather depressing.Brilliant yellow and warm red leaves spread all over the street, but they also withered in the fading sunlight. Cars ran over the ground and withered. Some leaves flew a few meters in the wind, and some simply lay down under the wheels and dropped a leaf. The death of the bones and bones.

Fang Ting has already driven out of the third ring road.

It was already evening, and the cross-river bridge gradually became less crowded. Fang Ting parked his car at the bridge head, leaned against the iron railing of the bridge, and smoked.In fact, he seldom smokes, but today on the bridge far away from the river, the atmosphere was right and his mood was right, and he happened to find half a pack of cigarettes in Xia Hua's car...

The phone rang, and it was still the debut song.Fang Ting pressed the screen a little irritably, and took a deep puff of the cigarette. The sparks in the ashes flickered several times, and finally disappeared in the gradually darkening night.

The bell rang again.

"Well, I'm on the bridge across the river...I'm fine."

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