Cannon fodder fiancé dressed as a villain

"Of course not," Zhang Leon said with a wooden face, almost numb.

Lin Qiuhe opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but was immediately interrupted by Zhang Leang: "It's not okay to wear a cotton jacket in winter."

"That's fine." Lin Qiuhe grudgingly accepted.

Zhang Leang has his own set of principles for applauding people, even the boss's wife has to listen to him, but now it seems that Lin Qiuhe is quite easy to talk to.

Zhang Leang became excited again: "Okay baby, let's simulate the scene of walking on the red carpet next, and practice the posture of walking on the red carpet."

Zhang Leang took Lin Qiuhe downstairs to the photography department, and called a dozen photographers to stand in two rows from west to east.

"Walking on the red carpet is also very skillful. Hundreds of cameras are facing you, or live broadcasting. You have to make sure that there are no dead ends, and the photos from every angle are dazzling. And walking on the red carpet is a dynamic video process. The face is not enough, the posture of walking is very important, you must be confident, elegant, and smiling, and you must not be hunched over and look unmannered. Wait for me to start, you come over there." Zhang Leang directed the whole team The lights were turned off, the blackout curtains on the windows were pulled tight, and the entire hall was instantly plunged into darkness.

"Three two one, action!"

With Zhang Leang's order, white lights lit up around the stage instantly, and a dozen flashes suddenly turned on, illuminating the entire stage like daylight.

All the cameras were aimed at Lin Qiuhe. In a trance, Lin Qiuhe seemed to have returned to the past, and this sense of superiority that had been the focus of attention spread throughout his body for a long time.

Facing the excessive exposure, Lin Qiuhe walked from west to east confidently and calmly, picked up a marker pen and signed his name on the whiteboard at the place where the poster was simulated to be signed.

Lin Qiuhe has practiced good handwriting, and the signature he wrote is strong and powerful, and the font combination is as elegant and generous as if it was specially designed by someone.

After signing the name and putting down the marker pen, Lin Qiuhe turned to face the photographers gathered in front of him, skillfully avoiding the flashes that were aimed directly at his eyes, and faced the public gracefully and confidently.

At the end of the simulation, Leon Zhang exclaimed in amazement: "It's great baby! You were born for the stage. Have you never walked a red carpet before? You are so skillful!"

Of course Lin Qiuhe said no, he only said that he had practiced when playing with his friends before.

Zhang Leang looked at Lin Qiuhe's words again: "nice! Baby, has your signature been specially designed?"

Lin Qiuhe said nonsense: "Hey, which rich second generation doesn't have two sets of signatures."

Zhang Leang's excitement was beyond words, and he immediately set up a professional marketing and packaging team for Lin Qiuhe, including but not limited to the operation planning team, advertising marketing department, make-up team, follow-up team, personal assistant, bodyguard, etc. Zhang Leang was fine. Soon, dozens of people gathered in the conference hall to discuss and plan Lin Qiuhe's future development route.

Everyone gathered together to discuss lively, but Lin Qiuhe himself was left alone.

But he was also happy.

Lin Qiuhe turned on his mobile phone and found that the news that he was kicked out of the Lin family seemed to have spread among the big families. The friends who used to send messages to Yuan Bo hadn't sent him messages in the past two days, and the only one who had sent messages to him was It was still the original cousin Lin Dongzang who coveted Yuan's evil intentions.

Lin Dongzang: [Come back quickly, Third Uncle is very angry! ]

Lin Dongzang: [Where are you?I will pick you up. ]

Lin Dongzang: [Stop following Ji Wuyou, he's a waste. ]

Lin Dongzang: [Baby, if you don't want to go home, come and live with me first, my brother loves you. ]

Lin Qiuhe felt a chill, how can a cousin call his cousin a baby?This fat man with no ethics in his eyes.

Lin Qiuhe hurriedly blacklisted Lin Dongzang, deleted friends, and screened the contacts on the list to delete all the inappropriate ones.

After clearing the friend list, Lin Qiuhe's WeChat friends were empty.

Lin Qiuhe lamented that he had to change his phone number.

Lin Qiuhe left Changfeng Entertainment at [-]:[-] in the afternoon, re-applied a phone card and bank card, and returned to Changfeng Entertainment headquarters.

Seeing that Lin Qiuhe came back again, Zhang Leang asked in surprise, "Why are you back again?"

Lin Qiuhe struggled: "My husband may come to pick me up."

Zhang Leang: "Don't you know if you make a phone call?"

Lin Qiuhe couldn't help laughing.

He needs to have Ji Wuyou's phone number.

Lin Qiuhe waited until after five o'clock in the afternoon, and Ji Wuyou hadn't come yet, and it rained suddenly outside.

Lin Qiuhe borrowed an umbrella, and said: "I had a quarrel with my husband two days ago, and I told him not to call him. I'll go back first. If Ji Wuyou comes, remember to call me."

He has added Zhang Leon's contact information.

Zhang Leang was confused: "Didn't you be fine in the morning?"

Lin Qiuhe laughed and fooled around.

Before leaving, Lin Qiuhe repeatedly told Zhang Leon that if Ji Wuyou came, he must call him, and then disappeared into the rain with an umbrella.

Lin Qiuhe regretted so much that he should not have asked Ji Wuyou to pick him up in the morning.This big villain is heartless, he doesn't care about him at all, it's fine if he doesn't come to pick him up, if he doesn't pick up when he comes, he can't kill himself when he goes back.

Lin Qiuhe was frightened for a while, and he couldn't wait at Changfeng Entertainment all the time.

At the same time, Shengshi Group.

Seeing that the pointer had already pointed to 05:30, Ji Wuyou sorted out the materials, got up and left.

Sheng Yuehua frowned: "There is still a contract tonight."

Ji Wuyou: "You sign it yourself, my wife is still waiting for me."

Sheng Yuehua said in a deep voice: "Ji Wuyou, you are passively sabotaging your work."

Ji Wuyou seemed to have heard a funny joke, and turned to look at Sheng Yuehua: "Mr. Sheng, I've already given you an extra half hour of work, and now it's off-duty time."

Sheng Yuehua's eyes widened: "You never had the concept of time before."

"That was before, now, I have to pick up my wife." After speaking, Ji Wuyou turned around and left, ignoring Sheng Yuehua at all.

Ji Wuyou drove all the way to Changfeng Entertainment. Zhang Leang was packing up his things and was about to go home. He looked up and saw Ji Wuyou walking in, and hurriedly said: "Mr. Ji, Qiuhe just left, it's about the front and rear."

Ji Wuyou's face immediately became gloomy, and he turned and left in silence.

Zhang Laian quickly called Lin Qiuhe.

When he received the call, Lin Qiuhe was holding an umbrella to squeeze out of the subway during the evening rush hour.

He had just squeezed onto the subway when the phone rang to remind him of his death, scaring him so much that he almost dropped the phone.

Lin Qiuhe answered the phone, and hurried back from the crowded subway: "Hey, I'm on the subway, sorry, please let me go... What, Ji Wuyou is here? Hurry up and stop him, I'll go back right away... What, again Gone? Where did you go? You don’t look good?"

Lin Qiuhe rushed back to the subway for the return journey, rushed back to the nearest subway station to Changfeng Entertainment, took another taxi, and rushed into the garage in the heavy rain.

Ji Wuyou sat in the car for more than ten minutes, he couldn't say how disappointed he was, but he felt a little awkward.

It's been a long time since he made an appointment with anyone, and he finally agreed to drive to pick up Lin Qiuhe, but the showman actually blatantly let him go.

Fortunately, he was always worried about whether Lin Qiuhe would be able to adapt to work in the entertainment industry, and kept in touch with Zhang Leang. Now it seems that his worries are all in vain.

Ji Wuyou's eyes sank, revealing a bit of cruelty: Damn Lin Qiuhe, wait for me to go back...

"Bang bang bang..." Someone was knocking on his car window.

Ji Wuyou turned his head and saw that Lin Qiuhe was lying on the car window, his hair on his forehead was wet from the rain, dripping water, looking very pitiful.

Ji Wuyou rolled down the window.

Lin Qiuhe lay on the window, annoyed and funny: "Handsome guy, can you add a WeChat account? It's so hard for me to contact you!"

The corner of Ji Wuyou's mouth twitched, as if secretly smiling, but soon returned to that expressionless dead face: "Get in the car."

"Oh." Lin Qiuhe sat in the back seat, thinking that he might have read it wrong, how could Ji Wuyou, that pervert, snicker.

"I thought you wouldn't come, so I took the subway and left." Lin Qiuhe shook his hair, and Ji Wuyou handed him a towel.

Ji Wuyou asked: "Why did you come back after you left?"

Lin Qiuhe pursed his lips, wondering if it would be okay if he didn't come back, he didn't know how to die if he died.

The car was moving forward in the heavy rain, and the careful Lin Qiuhe found that this was not the way they came.

Lin Qiuhe leaned on the window and asked, "Honey, where are we going?"

Ji Wuyou: "I'll buy you clothes and wear them on the red carpet tomorrow."

Lin Qiuhe's eyes lit up: "How do you know I'm going to walk the red carpet tomorrow?"

Without waiting for Ji Wuyou to answer, Lin Qiuhe asked again: "You won't keep in touch with Brother Leon, but keep following me?"

Ji Wuyou didn't answer, but he was thinking in his heart, when will this showman be a little stupid.

Lin Qiuhe was thinking, yes, this is Ji Wuyou's company after all, he has to take good care of himself, lest Changfeng Entertainment lose everything once he debuts.

Lin Qiuhe Xuxu said: "Brother Leon asked me to attend the charity gala tomorrow as a sponsor of the Lin family. Tell me, will my parents jump out and slap me in the face as soon as I appear, saying that the Lin family has severed ties with me?" gone?"

Ji Wuyou didn't speak.

Lin Qiuhe pouted secretly, thinking that the villain would pretend to be cold.

Soon, Ji Wuyou stopped in front of a high-end clothing store.

Lin Qiuhe always kept in mind himself and Ji Wuyou's persona, and clung to Ji Wuyou's sleeve: "Husband, we have no money!"

Ji Wuyou took out a membership card from his pocket, and Lin Qiuhe immediately understood that this was another unjust "friend".

If you can squeeze the villain's wool, how can you not do it?

Soon, Lin Qiuhe's hand was full of big and small bags.

Unexpectedly, Ji Wuyou wasn't excited at all, as if Lin Qiuhe was just a drop in the bucket.

Indeed, isn't this little money just a drop in the bucket for billionaires?

However, when Lin Qiuhe brought up the ninth shirt of the same style, Ji Wuyou finally stopped him: "Okay, I can spend money for you, but I will never allow you to waste it. Return those eight shirts."

"Oh," Lin Qiuhe only left two white ones to change, and returned the rest.

Lin Qiuhe couldn't help snickering, he didn't expect this villain to be quite principled.

Ji Wuyou was picking out formal clothes for Lin Qiuhe, and finally stopped in front of a black suit in the window.

"Mr. has a good eye. This is the latest suit designed by the brand's royal designer. There are only two pieces in the world. They have not been put on the shelves and are only for display. But sir is the supreme VIP of our store. The store manager has specially ordered that if you want it, sir, Our store can pack it for you for free!"

Ji Wuyou looked up at Lin Qiuhe.

The smart shopping guide immediately took the key, opened the window, carefully took out the clothes with white gloves, and handed them to Lin Qiuhe.

Lin Qiuhe is just an ordinary person, he only has one question: "Can this clothes...can be thrown in the washing machine?"

The shopping guide's expression was cracked, but she still tried her best to maintain an elegant and polite smile: "In principle, it's not possible, sir..."

Ji Wuyou interrupted the shopping guide lady, and said coldly to Lin Qiuhe: "If you talk nonsense, I'll throw you in the washing machine."

Lin Qiuhe immediately took the clothes, and went to the locker room.