he's just my boyfriend

That night, Dakui added a circle of friends, indicating that the money earned by this WeChat is not his own, and will be regularly deposited in Comrade Xiaotao's wallet, so that everyone can rest assured.

Song Muqing understood: "Someone asked you why Tao Fang didn't know the number of people on this account?"

"Yeah, everyone thought I was exploiting him and not buying meat for him." Da Kui said depressedly, "Someone just added me to ask about this."

"Did you pay?" Song Muqing asked.

"Yes, it's quite generous. I said that I can take the extra part to Tao Fang's meal." This is not the first time Dakui has met such a person.

This WeChat account never asks where people come from.

Whoever is in which college or class does not ask. The privacy of customers can be said to be very guaranteed, which saves most people from the embarrassment of face.

The visitor was a visitor, and Dakui came here just because he was interested in looking through his circle of friends, but it turned out that the rich man who just gave him a red envelope didn't have a single circle of friends.

It should be shielding himself, Dakui thought.

The protagonist Tao Fang is still staring at the dialog box on his screen in a daze, and the message ends at his own three exclamation marks.

Just as he was brewing up his emotions and preparing to explain a few more sentences, three words were sent over there.

-See you tomorrow

Tao Bin paused.

-See you tomorrow

Tao Fang thinks he is a very embarrassing child, but just after he fell asleep, someone else took the initiative to post photos, and now that person has become Party A——Tao Fang felt that he did not sleep well at night, so he decided to skip the morning Early self-study.

This made Da Kui, who found out that Tao Fang was still in bed and did not go to morning self-study, despise him: "If you don't want to go to school, just say it, what excuses?"

"Have someone ordered it for you?" Song Muqing has a tennis team holiday.

Tao Mian shook his head: "Isn't there two opportunities to study early in one semester? I have to take it easy. I'm too haggard recently."

Dakui has the football team's official holiday, so he doesn't need to go to the morning self-study: "You ask Xiao Song to blow you up with the chairman, please make allowances, and go through the back door."

Tao Fang's eyes lit up: "That's right! I'd have forgotten that you still have an affair with our chairman!"

Song Muqing: "..."

"Go and tell me, I really can't bear it anymore, I get up at six o'clock every day to go to self-study in the morning, with your friendship, he will definitely agree, at worst, I will pay him for a few meals, and I will pay for whatever!" Tao Fang seemed to have grasped at straws.

Before handing in the attendance sheet of the college, you can selectively pass it through the chairman's hand, that is, you can change a few strokes casually, without trouble at all.

The chairman of the student union is their direct senior, Song Muqing met when he joined the life department as a freshman.

Since the two were caught by Tao Fang when they were eating out last time, the relationship between the two was officially made public in their 330.

Da Kui always likes to make jokes: "If Tao hadn't seen it that day, you're the only one who doesn't show your face, and you don't know how long you'll have to hide, big brother."

Song Muqing was very helpless, and every time his roommate arranged it to look like he really had something to do with that person: "Let me try."

After finishing the morning class, Tao Fang went back to the dormitory and tidied up a bit before going out.

Da Kui was curious again: "Aren't you going to change your clothes today?"

Talking about Tao Fang is embarrassing, anyway, the old man has been seen all over, so he can pretend to be whatever he wants.

It was still the place and time agreed yesterday.

When Tao Fang appeared, Fang Qi glanced at his watch—two fifty.

Today's Tao Mian looks very refreshing, he looks like a well-behaved student, the backpack on his back has not changed, it is still carried on one shoulder.

Tao Fang didn't expect the man to come so early: "Uh, Mr. Fang has been waiting for a long time."

"No, it's not time yet." Fang Qi opened the file in front of him directly.

Seeing Fang Qi's appearance of not talking nonsense and going straight to work, Tao Fang also put away his thoughts.

Just when he was about to take the notebook out of the bag, the man said unexpectedly: "You look good today."

"...Huh?" Tao Fang touched his face belatedly, "I didn't put on makeup today, maybe it's because I slept better yesterday."

I completely forgot who said in the morning that I didn't sleep well and wanted to study early.

"Well, let me know after you've finished." As he spoke, the man pushed the material in his hand to Tao Fang, seamlessly, as if the greeting just now was part of the job.

Tao Fang couldn't keep up with the rhythm a little bit, he just felt itchy in his heart, it's really...he said everything seriously.

But when he started to browse the information in his hand, he raised his eyebrows. The densely packed words were laid out page by page, even the scale and development history of the hotel.

so much?Shouldn't this kind of thing be posted online in advance?Why don't you take it out when you meet.

"I just got it this morning too, and I didn't send it to you because you have a class in the morning." The man said.

Tao Fang's eyebrows twitched when he heard this.

"I've screened out some of them, you just need to understand briefly." Fang Qi's every word hit Tao Fang's heart.

Fang Qi found that Tao Fang was a little absent-minded at first when facing such a large stack of documents. He liked to glance at his hands after a few glances at the documents, but gradually his attention was concentrated on the stack of documents.

The boy lowered his head halfway, his forehead exposed in the middle of his bangs was smooth and fair, didn't he wear makeup today...

Fang Qi lowered his eyelids, feeling the urge to unbutton his shirt cuff buttons.

Tao Fang read it quickly, Fang Qi thought he would spend at least ten minutes, but he didn't expect him to finish it at three o'clock sharp.

"I searched and looked at Fangshi Hotel's previous promotional video last night, but if I understand correctly, the corporate promotional videos of this kind of national chain should be unified, right?"

As soon as Tao Fang put down the materials in his hand, he immediately expressed his doubts, but the tone and wording were really not like Party B.

Fang Qi had already seen that Tao Fang had a violent temper, but he didn't expect that it would be difficult to hide his toughness even to Party A.

"In theory, this is the case, but we have been trying to make precise publicity placements according to local conditions, so we need you to shoot with some characteristics." Fang Qi explained.

Tao Fang nodded thoughtfully. He hadn't been to the city center of this small country for a long time. He didn't know when the hotel started construction or when it was completed.

Then Tao Fang picked out the copy of the promotional video that had already been drafted: "Did you prepare this yourself?"

Fang Qi nodded.

Tao Fang's inner OS: What kind of features do you expect from such a popular and professional copywriting?

"This was written by you alone, I think it involves the ancient town." He tried his best to be tactful.

Fang Qi heard what he meant: "Are you not satisfied with the copywriting?"

"Yes." Tao Fang stared at the manuscript paper and almost blurted out, but froze right after he finished speaking.

Tao Mian was stuck there with his head down, not daring to look at his benefactor father at all, this mouth is really...

Fang Qi couldn't help but bend his lips: "Then you change it?"

If this sentence were said by another person, Tao Fang felt that he should wash up and go to sleep, but if the other party was Fang Qi, could this sentence really mean it literally?

Probably because Tao Fang's embarrassment was too obvious, Fang Qi continued, "I'm not angry."

Only then did Tao Fang look up at him, and was astonished to find that not only was there no trace of anger on his face, but he was even smiling?

"I... well, let me try to change it." Tao Fang spoke again and his tone softened a lot.

Later, the two finalized several plans and theme ideas in succession.

Every time Tao Fang proposes new shooting techniques and ideas, he will spare no effort to explain Fang Qi, a layman, clearly. His speech speed soars all the way, and he even brings ready-made video cases and screenshots for Fang Qi to explain.

Fang Qi didn't know whether it was because he didn't know how to do it or Tao Fang was really different. He remembered that Tao Fang's eyes were shining that afternoon, which was exactly the same as the black and shiny bead string in his hand.

Tao Fang didn't edit the copy by himself, and he also asked Song Muqing to help him as a consultant.

Of course, it is paid, and it is relatively rich.

Later, he went to Fangshi Hotel with Zuo Linjun to inspect the terrain, and then sent the written storyboard script directly to Fang Qi.

Fang Qi was not there on the day they went. Speaking of which, Zuo Linjun, the person in charge, had never met Fang Qi. Whenever he met Tao Fang, he would ask him, "Another middle-aged man?"

Tao Mian glanced at him: "He is much stronger than you, and he is as fat as you."

Zuo Linjun is from the Northeast, but he doesn't have a Northeast taste in his speech, and his words are straight and round, which is seriously inconsistent with his slightly greasy appearance.

"Little Tao, how can you say that about your boss, be careful that I will deduct your salary."

Tao Fang clicked his tongue and ignored him.

It's just a few broken wages, and it's still the basic salary in the third month. He has never seen the project commission that was agreed at the beginning.

If that's all, it's still buckled, just beat him to death.

In the end, the shooting time was set on the weekend, and Tao Fang was itching with hatred.

"You can't pick a weekday? It's not like you don't know that my tutor is also on weekends!" Tao Fang would go crazy every time it came to this kind of time.

Zuo Linjun was also mad: "Can't you change the time? Anyway, when is one-on-one tutoring not available?"

Tao Fang resisted the urge to curse, and said calmly: "This time you all four go, you don't need me at all, just let me finish my students' lessons quietly, go back to the dormitory quietly Cut out the video of that order, okay?"

"How many times have I told you that this kind of thing pays attention to ostentation. You see, the only one who is really useful on their lighting side is a lighting teacher, and the others are hard workers who help set up and adjust the equipment. We also have to If there are more people, Party A must feel that we value him very much." Zuo Linjun also earnestly said.

Everyone understands the truth, but Tao Fang feels particularly uncomfortable and unhappy.

In the end, Tao Fang rejected the tutor and participated in the weekend filming as a recorder.

I just took a notebook and a pen to follow the photographer to record the camera number, and almost didn't bother Yingjun to death.

Yingjun is also a senior in the junior year, but Zuo Linjun is directly related, and Yingjun is next door to the network and new media.

Tao Mian felt that being by his side was like asking for debts, and he had to ask for a number after each shot: "Brother handsome, number number number number number..."

Yingjun is an honest person, and when it comes to making interesting films, Tao Fang still likes him more than anyone else.

He looked around and found that Zuo Linjun was not there, and whispered to Tao Fang, "Actually, you don't have to remember, I cut it myself anyway."

The purpose of recording the shot number is to facilitate the selection of materials in the later stage. Many waste shots can be deleted directly without clicking and viewing one by one, saving time and effort.

"No, Zuo Linjun has to scold me if I don't remember." Tao Fang ignored it.

"It makes sense to put more effort in the early stage and save effort in the later stage." Zuo Linjun said, standing up and toasting Fang Qi, "I really didn't expect President Fang to be so handsome. Believe it or not, you are really young and promising."

Tao Fang raised his eyebrows, when did I tell you Fang Qishuai?

Today is the breakup meal after two days of filming, and Fang Qi is the host.

Every time they come to this kind of occasion, the people in their studio have to obey Zuo Linjun, because this guy can really talk, even with a boss who doesn't talk much like Fang Qi, he can talk to each other for a long time.

Fang prayed for the glass of wine and was about to put down the glass when he stopped because of Zuo Linjun's next sentence.

"Little Tao, don't you go with our President Fang? President Fang even praised me that you have ideas, and most of the things are connected with President Fang. Don't you express it now?" Zuo Linjun was still consistent The words are correct and the accent is round, but Tao Fang feels very uncomfortable when he listens.

He knew what Zuo Linjun was reminding him of.

The few people on the side also sensed the subtlety, they all knew that Tao Fang didn't drink baijiu, this was the first time Zuo Linjun asked someone among them to stand up and toast.

What's more, they don't usually participate in this kind of occasion at all. Drinking and socializing and discussing cooperation have always been the work of Zuo Linjun alone, and they can just work.

But they're "television" people now, not students who can't drink.

Tao Fang's mood is a little complicated. He and Fang Qi are very confused. The first meeting between the two preconceived makes Fang Qi almost have nothing to do with the word "Party A" in his heart.

In the past two days, he has been deliberately keeping his distance from him.

One is that he is afraid that his true identity will be exposed, and the other is that he is afraid of Zuo Linjun.

Tao Fang forced himself to show a smile, stood up and raised his wine glass to the man: "Fang Xian, Fang Boss, you have worked hard these days."

Fang Qi looked at the young man who carefully avoided him for a weekend, his eyes were deep, and he only responded with a shallow reply.

Tao Fang held his breath and forced a sip. He almost choked on tears because it was so hot. He really couldn't bear the strength of baijiu. Foreign liquors of the same strength were slightly stronger. Drinking baijiu was almost like drinking alcohol.

After taking this sip of wine, Tao Fang became completely honest, and put aside all the resentment that he couldn't keep up with the gate control and couldn't go back to the dormitory, and he devoted himself to slowly pecking at the food that was turned to him one bite at a time.

Among the five people in the studio, three are juniors and two are sophomores.

In addition to Tao Mian, there is another one majoring in advertising.

After all, they are at the same level, and the advertising brother was still thinking about the wine Tao Fang had just drank. After the show, he asked Zuo Linjun: "I'm fine, but Tao Fang will have early self-study tomorrow on Monday, and the class is full in the morning."

"Then you should go back tomorrow morning, and I will reimburse the fare." Zuo Linjun patted Tao Fang's shoulder and smiled, "Enjoy tonight, it must be your first time staying in such an expensive room hahaha, we The four of you will squeeze two standard rooms at once, and I will leave you a room with a big bed."

Tao Fang didn't speak, but he felt fucked up, very fucked up.

When Fang Qi came to knock on the door, Tao Fang was holding a cigarette in his hand, and the room was not turned on. All that glowed in the darkness were the dim lights outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the flickering sparks between his fingers, and the black glow between his wrists. string of beads.

Fang Qi was a little surprised: "Do you smoke?"

Tao Fang was no longer his daytime appearance, his brows were full of exhaustion, and his whole body showed a state that Fang Qi had never seen in him, with a sense of depression and profundity.

Tao Mian nodded to him with a calm face: "I don't smoke much, thank you these days."

Fang Qi was still wearing the neat suit he had during the day. If it weren't for the change in tailoring, ordinary people would probably think that Fang Qi was the same suit.

Tao Mian should have just taken a shower not long ago. He was wearing a bathrobe provided by the hotel, and his hair was still a little damp. His legs were exposed, and he was wearing disposable white slippers. His ankles were slender and skinny. .

Seeing him turn around to find a cigarette case on the table, Fang Qi said, "I don't smoke."

Tao Fang paused for a moment when he knocked on the cigarette case, and he was a little surprised, his eyes were slightly raised with an inexplicable color: "You don't smoke?"

"Well, I quit a long time ago." While speaking, Fang Qi walked into the room and began to look around.

Tao Fang laughed amusedly: "You don't know about your own hotel, what flowers do you expect to see?"

That's right, they were all arranged by Fang Qi to Fangshi Hotel tonight.

"Get used to it." Fang Qi spoke as concisely as ever.

The young man stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at himself with smoke between his fingertips. The colorful neon behind him reminded Fang Qi of how alienated the young man was from him in the past few days, and he couldn't ask what he wanted to ask.

After a while of silence, Fang Qi said: "Tomorrow you have to go to morning self-study, and I will take you there."

Tao Fang, who was full of tiredness, frowned when the man said: "I've been waiting to see what our President Fang is doing here on purpose. I didn't expect it to be so considerate."

"It's too early to take a taxi." Fang Qi looked deeply at the slim young man, and said calmly, "Don't call him Mr. Fang."

"Tsk, actually I also think calling you 'Mr. Fang' is old, but you are only four or five years older than me." Tao Fang had a pretty smile, and the corners of his mouth were sweet.

This time Fang Qi was not too close to Tao Fang, but he felt as if he could smell the smell of that day again.

As soon as the person left, Tao Fang extinguished the cigarette on his fingertips, and slowly exhaled the last smoke ring.

He told Fang Qi that they were friends, but he didn’t seem to be. Anyway, he only knew that in a normal relationship between Party A and Party B, it is impossible for Party A to run into Party B’s room at night and offer to send Party B there early the next morning.

The author has something to say: Fang Qi: Do you wear perfume?

Tao Mian: I don’t care if I spray it or not, do you like it?

Let me tell you, something will happen if you do this.