How to raise the president

When An Chen and Ying Shuang bought a house in Mingxiu District, they thought it was quiet enough, but it was far away, and they had to take a bus to get to the subway station.

While running, An Ziyu looked at his phone with a black screen, put it back in his pocket, and ran to the subway station with all his heart.

The cool wind whizzed past his ears, his brain was still hot, and his heart was beating fast, as if it was about to pop out of his chest.

He was going to find Fang Youyi.

He wanted Fang Youyi to listen to him, and he also wanted to listen to Fang Youyi.

I don't want to talk to Fang Youyi by sending messages.

If Fang Youyi doesn't want him anymore, he will throw away this affection and never get it back. If not, then...then let's go together to the end.

As soon as An Ziyu got off the subway, the No. [-] line that went straight to the commercial center left. An Ziyu then got on the third line, and changed lines after arriving at the midpoint between the suburbs and the commercial center.

An Ziyu sat on the row of chairs, breathing a little short of breath.

It was very quiet in the carriage, but his brain kept clamoring, and his mind was full of Fang Youyi, every word, every smile, every moment was gentle, and he couldn't stop thinking about it.

He didn't react when the subway stopped, and people entered the car one after another. He didn't notice someone sitting next to him, and someone stood in front of him and looked at him for a long time without raising his head.

Finally, the hand with manicure swayed in front of his eyes, and An Ziyu came back to his senses. He was stunned for a moment, blinked his eyes twice, and raised his head to look at the girl with exquisite makeup standing in front of him.

"Tan, Tan Xi? How about you?"

"I'm done with today's class, and now I'm going to go shopping with my girlfriends." Tan Xi smiled heartily at him, and said, "I'm relieved to see that you're fine. You haven't gone to school for a few days, and I thought you were out of school." What's the matter?"

An Ziyu tried his best to suppress his thoughts, pulled out a gentle smile, and said, "I'm fine, I should be able to go to school after a while." As he spoke, he unconsciously hugged the folder in his arms, slightly lowered his head, his face There is also a light red on it.

Tan Xi's eyes fell on the folder in his arms, and she asked curiously, "Who are you going to send it to?"

The short question made An Ziyu's breath stop suddenly, and his gaze was fixed on the ground.

To whom?

An Ziyu was shocked, and then laughed at himself.

Fang Youyi, President of Star Entertainment.

An Ziyu suddenly felt a little tired, and his breathing was not smooth.

He felt that the folder in his arms was heavy, like a mountain, and the strength he had just gathered was crushed to pieces across the distance between him and Fang Youyi.

An Ziyu lowered his head, only feeling that his eye sockets were hot and his nose was sore.

"Ziyu..." Tan Xi looked at him with distress.

She and An Ziyu were in the same class for three years. It was rare to see such an expression in the past, but recently I saw it a lot. It is like losing a soul when it is lifeless.

"A... friend." An Ziyu said tremblingly.

"Your friend is so good?" Tan Xi glanced at the folder in An Ziyu's hand, "Xinghui Entertainment is very difficult to get into! Especially their CEO, God is difficult!"

An Ziyu raised his head, staring blankly at the curious Tan Xi.

Tan Xi was so guilty of seeing her, her eyes flicked around, and she said in embarrassment: "Well, what, my father is the chairman of Huayi Film and Television, and Xinghui Entertainment is a cooperative company of my father's company, so don't say that I speak ill of their CEO. ah."

An Ziyu was stunned for a moment, looking in disbelief at the girl who had been in the same class as him for three years, and suddenly realized that he had never known Tan Xi before.

Qin Xi is the class monitor.

When he saw Tan Xi before, he always felt that this girl was bright and confident, not artificial.

But now, he looked at Tan Xi as if he was looking at a mobile gold mine.

"Do you know where Xinghui Entertainment is?" Tan Xi crossed his arms and looked at An Ziyu carefully, "No one is allowed to enter there."

An Ziyu lowered his head again. He only knew that Xinghui Entertainment was located in the commercial center, but he didn't know exactly where it was. Fang Youyi never mentioned it to him.

Never.

An Ziyu slumped his shoulders, his eyes dimmed, his chest felt pain after wave, and he felt that he couldn't breathe.

I hit myself so hard just now that it hurts even to catch my breath.

"Miss Ben, let's see who it belongs to." Tan Xi smiled mischievously, and took out the folder directly from his arms, "Maybe I can help you find it."

When An Ziyu reached out to take it back, Tan Xi had already opened the folder.

He looked up at the roof of the car hopelessly, and leaned tiredly on the back of the seat, only to realize that the back was soaked.

An Ziyu closed his eyes, then opened them again. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a person sitting beside him.

A very strange person.

A middle-aged man wearing a big black coat and a peaked cap on a hot day.

The middle-aged man looks low and indifferent, with his hat pressed down so low that he can't see his eyes clearly, his chin beard is shaggy, and he looks very vicissitudes.

He vaguely remembered that this middle-aged man came in with Tan Xi.

I saw a middle-aged man holding a mobile phone, and there was a photo of a woman in the mobile phone.

The woman in the photo has exquisite facial features, like a certain female star.An Ziyu seemed to have seen it somewhere, but couldn't remember it.

"Ziyu!" Tan Xi whispered, looking at An Ziyu, her almond eyes stared round, "No way? No way?!"