Serious people who eat official match[Quick Transmigration]

The pitch-black nanny car stopped at Huansheng's door. Song Yan opened his eyes at the moment the car stopped. Even if he closed his eyes for half an hour, he still couldn't suppress the bloodshot eyes. He stretched his pantothenic neck, After the car, he turned around and said to Zhou Zhou who wanted to get off the car, "You wait for me here, I will get down soon."

Zhou Zhou, who stayed in the car, rested his chin on the car window, and watched him walk into the company with a thousand miles away.

She knew that brother Yan was afraid that she would be angry if he went up.

Since the morning until now, the enthusiasm for gossip discussions in the company has not yet subsided. During lunch time, a group of young girls gathered at the front desk to chat about gossip.

The front desk took a big sip of the big cup of sugar-free iced pearl milk tea that he just ordered, and told the little sisters in a circle what he had just seen, "The giant panda just stood at the artist wall, and just stared at it. Two holes."

"Who is he looking at? Looking at himself? Or looking at Cen Shi?" A short-haired girl supported the marble at the front desk, jumped up twice, brought her ears closer, and couldn't hold back her beeping CP radar, and couldn't wait. asked.

The fact that Cen Shi wants to be on the same variety show as Giant Panda has already been spread in Huansheng a few weeks ago, and many Huansheng employees with their own CP radar have already smelled the signs of a strong CP, and they got into it first.

Moreover, the two have collaborated before, not only the artists of the same period, but also the title song of AW's new album is a song written by Cen Shi. With the blessing of double BUFF, this song was released in the early morning, and it rushed to the top in less than 3 minutes. Top searched.

CP sites sprung up like mushrooms, and they all popped up the next day.

Talented musician, popular boy band...

Who can not drink this? ? ?

In the end, before the short-haired girl could imagine the bright future of the CP pair, the receptionist shook her head and denied her, "Neither of them, it seems to be looking at Brother Yan."

Although Song Yan is only 28 this year, he was only 15 years old when he entered the industry. He is older than most of the same age artists in the company, so most people in the company will call him Brother Yan.

The short-haired girl let out an "ah" and was a little stunned for a moment.

Just halfway through the gossip, the group of little girls saw the slender young man stepping in through the gate, and immediately fell silent.

When Song Yan passed them, he saw that they were all looking at him, so he nodded to them with a sideways smile.

The thin-skinned receptionist, whose cheeks were on fire from this glance, greeted him stammeringly, "Yan... hello, brother Yan."

Song Yan also replied hello.

He wore a black windbreaker with a simple design today, with the stand-up collar resting on his chin, which covered his sharp jaw after being tired and thin from filming, adding a mystery to his usual clean and elegant temperament.

This sentence of hello directly added a firewood to the fire on the front desk's cheeks, and the sparks hit her forehead directly, burning her a little.

What Cen Shi, she decided, just eat the giant panda and Brother Yan!

The receptionist looked at the closed elevator door, his eyes were shining like stars, and the short-haired girl next to her poked her head and muttered doubtfully, "Brother Yan seems to be very easy to get along with, and he is kind, how could he have such a fight with the company? ?”

"Are you new here?" The woman beside the two of them, who was dressed a little more smartly and had a big curly hair, looked over her eyes, and her tone revealed a hint of strangeness.

She is from the public relations department and knows more inside information than others. Hearing this immediately aroused the curiosity of the receptionist who had just made up his mind to love the CP couple, "Sister, tell me, what's going on?"

Big Wave didn't say a word, he poked his fingertips towards the ceiling twice, then put it against his lips, and shook his head.

At the same time, Lin Litian drove away from the parking lot of Huansheng Entertainment, and when he passed the front door of Huansheng, the system suddenly shouted excitedly, [Hey!Song Yan! 】

Lin Litian looked over, and sure enough, he saw a tall figure at the front desk of the company.

This distance should not be able to see the face clearly, but just now Lin Litian carefully observed the face in front of the artist wall, even if there is only a vague outline, it is enough to confirm that it is Song Yan.

Song Yan in this world is not as thin as in the previous world, his shoulders and back are much wider, and it is not a problem to be alive and kicking.

The red light changed from the countdown number to the green light, and the horn behind him blared quickly. Lin Litian looked away and restarted the car.

【Pity. 】The system sighed, not without regret.

"What a pity." Lin Litian took off the peaked cap and hat that blocked his view and threw them to the back seat, focusing on the road conditions, "It will always happen."

The next second after this sentence fell, the Bluetooth in the car rang, and the central control screen displayed an incoming call... It was Yu Daqin, the manager of the AW boy group.

Lin Litian raised his hand across the screen, and another man's voice suddenly sounded in the small compartment.

"Ancestor! You are my ancestor!" Yu Daqin's voice became broken due to the frequent training of a few youngsters, and several sounds were broken in just a few words, "I will take a day off and go home to celebrate with my wife On my birthday, you made such a big mess for me!"

Lin Litian didn't look sideways, and raised his hand to brush the messy hair, "It's been resolved, you can take an extra day off."

"It's solved? That's how you solved it? Earn the money from those people into your own pocket, and then send it back to them, what are you trying to do?" Thinking about the money, Yu Daqin felt heartbroken. It hurts everywhere!It hurts! "To pay taxes to the country? To be a good citizen??"

Lin Litian laughed shortly when he was provoked by the remarks that made money in his eyes, "That's right."

"Okay! You are enlightened!" Yu Daqin took a deep breath, and immediately exhaled again, forcing himself to calm down, "No, be serious, don't give me a hippie smile, why is Song Yan? When will the two of you have sex... Bah , know?"

Yu Daqin gave himself a big slap in the face, swallowed it back and repeated.

"I haven't met yet."

It's not a lie, the world really doesn't know it yet.

But it was not the case when it fell into Daqin's ears.

I haven't met yet, what do I mean I haven't met yet?

That means you want to "get to know each other" after cooking raw rice, right?

Finding a same-sex partner, or even a bed partner, is not uncommon in the social circle, especially in the eyes of people like Yu Daqin who have been in the circle for 20 years.

But it was all in front of the media, and he only realized later that he chased his artist and asked if he "recognized". It must be in your own hands first.

He is now full of lawsuits, and before hanging up, he dropped the last sentence, "You will explain clearly to me when you come back!"

The emergency meeting on the top floor lasted for three hours, and finally ushered in the intermission at lunch time. Yuan Sheng returned to the office with a throat that was about to burn, only to find that there was a new person in the office.

He scanned around and made sure that Song Yan was the only one, the ancestor who was collecting debts had already left.

Song Yan sat where Lin Litian sat just now, and was flipping through a magazine.

This magazine is the company's internal publication, the content is to gather all kinds of work information of artists, it looks like a gossip magazine specially set up for Huansheng artists.

Yuan Sheng's face turned black. He straightened his suit, coughed to attract the young man's attention, and then said, "Song Yan."

The hand that turned the book stopped, Song Yan closed the magazine in his hand and put it back on the shelf, but he didn't stand up from the sofa, "Mr. Yuan."

"When did you come back?" Mr. Yuan opened the chair in front of the desk and sat down, communicating with Song Yan in the attitude of a superior.

"The plane in the morning." Song Yan was not angry, and spoke slowly, with a smile that had never changed for thousands of years, making people feel like a spring breeze.

Yuan Sheng felt depressed.

Song Yan will always look like this, like a sponge, with a good temper that seems to be pinched, but will return to its original state in the end, making people waste their efforts.

"Who..." Yuan Sheng struggled to think of Song Yan's manager's name, "Your manager..."

Song Yan: "Zhou Zhou."

"Yes." Yuan Sheng didn't take it seriously, "She should have told you that the company has accepted a variety show for you, and the program team has already communicated with you. All future film appointments for you will be postponed for this variety show. Give Way."

Yuan Sheng is a businessman, he only has absolute interests in front of him, and there is no eternal confrontation. He doesn't care at all that a few days ago he was still filming in the Northwest with Song Yan, and he couldn't clarify it immediately, and publicized his black draft , As a result, within two days, he changed his face again.

Song Yan had a layer of dry skin on his lips, and his throat was also astringent. After staying in the desert for half a month, his throat didn't get used to it, and he felt uncomfortable repeatedly. He swallowed a mouthful of air, calmed down, and continued, "Mr. Yuan, I I have discussed the conditions with you before, and if these conditions are not met, I will terminate the contract."

"There are still five years left in your contract. As long as you don't terminate the contract for a day, even if I don't meet your conditions, you have to obey the job that the company arranges for you."

Song Yan's expression remained unchanged, "That's why we have to terminate the contract."

"..." Yuan Sheng choked, his eyes widened, and he looked at Song Yan in disbelief.

OK, you have a point.

"And this variety show isn't even considered sweet for me. It's not kind to dismiss me like this." Song Yan let out a long breath, piercing Yuan Sheng's whitewashed peace.

"What do you want?"

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