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This is the first time for Song Mingyuan to visit Guihai Film and Television. He heard that when Guihai Film and Television was in the Creative Industry Park, he imagined how Gao Xingcheng would go to work in the factory every day. Only when he arrived here did he realize that the environment here is much better than the The Xinghuo culture in high-rise buildings is much better. It seems that fashion and technology coexist.

Gao Xingcheng parked the car in the parking lot at the entrance of the company, took the work badge, and gently embraced Song Mingyuan's shoulders: "It's okay, don't be nervous, I will take care of everything!"

Song Mingyuan nodded lightly. He actually had nothing to be nervous about. He was not an artist of Guihai Film and Television. His nervousness all came from worrying about Gao Xingcheng's future.

The two took the elevator to the top floor of the company. Most of the employees were on vacation today, and only a few girls on duty were sitting in the office area. When they saw them coming, they didn't show any curiosity, and they all focused on the computer.

The door of President Jiang's office was open. Gao Xingcheng knocked on the door and walked in directly: "Brother Jiang, are you looking for me?"

Song Mingyuan followed behind him, peeping at the office furnishings curiously.

Mr. Jiang is not alone in the office. There is a man who looks younger than him sitting next to him. There is a laptop in front of him. His fingers are typing fast on the keyboard. Busy a lot.

Seeing them coming in, the young man closed the computer and stood up, smiling at them kindly: "Xiaoxing and Xiaoyuan are here? Sit down quickly, you are busy, I will go out first."

"Xiao Xin, you're right here," Mr. Jiang reached out and grabbed the other's arm, as if he couldn't bear the moment of parting, "Let's talk over the sofa."

The man called Xiaoxin seemed to think Mr. Jiang was too clingy, so he smiled apologetically at Song Mingyuan, raised his hand to stroke the other's hand, and looked down at him: "Hurry up and get down to business, I happened to write this Finished."

After that, he smiled at Song Mingyuan again, and walked out of the room with his laptop under his arm.

Only then did Gao Xingcheng take Song Mingyuan to sit down on the chair in front of Mr. Jiang's desk. After seeing the boy's smile just now, Song Mingyuan had already relaxed a lot at the moment. He simply raised his head and looked at Jiang Hongchuan of Guihai Film and Television openly.

As a legend in the industry, Jiang Hongchuan is not very old, and he even has a sense of vigor, which is in stark contrast to Li Haoqi, whose hairline has moved back infinitely in Spark Culture.

At this moment, he completely lost the gentleness he had when he was treating that young boy just now, and he looked at Song Mingyuan with shrewd and sharp eyes. After a while, he turned to Gao Xingcheng and said slowly: "Your uncle is also in the company today, do you want to call him together?" come over?"

Gao Xingcheng quickly shook his head. If his uncle came over, it would be the same as his mother's presence in person: "Brother Jiang, if you have anything to say, just say it."

Jiang Hongchuan hooked the corners of his lips, as if he had expected that he would say that, his eyes patrolled the two of them, and finally fell on Song Mingyuan's face: "Xiaoyuan, right?"

Song Mingyuan nodded, and just about to stand up and shake hands with the other party, Gao Xingcheng's hand was placed on his thigh, and he didn't know whether he wanted to comfort him or tell him not to be so polite.

Jiang Hongchuan glanced at his employees and continued, "Then I'll cut to the chase. How do you plan to solve the problems you encountered this time?"

Song Mingyuan subconsciously looked at Gao Xingcheng. He wasn't sure how much Mr. Jiang knew about him. Seeing his boyfriend nodding, he replied, "Are you talking about being in love, or about being hidden by the snow?"

"Our company doesn't care much about employees' love affairs," Jiang Hongchuan said clearly, and he pushed the tea brought by the secretary to Song Mingyuan, "I want to provide you with some references."

When Song Mingyuan was at Xinghuo Culture before, he always passively accepted the work arrangements of his agent and Mr. Li. This seemed to be the first time anyone had discussed with him his thoughts on work. He suddenly understood why Guihai Film and Television could develop so fast. After all Not many leaders respect employees' personal wishes and are willing to have equal dialogue with employees.

He never told Gao Xingcheng about these ideas. He has always been struggling in the entertainment industry based on his own feelings. He pursed his lips, and seemed to have gone through a series of ideological struggles before continuing: "I think Yes, exchange your own commercial value with the company for freedom on emotional issues."

Gao Xingcheng looked at his boyfriend helplessly. He knew that the solution that the other party could think of must be to wrong him. After all, it was still an unequal treaty. He held the other party's hand distressedly: "Emotional freedom, It belongs to you, you don’t need to change it.”

Song Mingyuan looked up at him, and he knew that Gao Xingcheng could not agree to this plan, so he kept silent.

"Then have you ever thought about it?" Jiang Hongchuan coughed lightly, interrupting the two people's gaze. He always felt that he was just a light bulb at the moment, but he couldn't help these two young artists. "Such a result, That is, you will take a lot of jobs you don’t like, sing songs you don’t like, and meet people you don’t like?”

Song Mingyuan wanted to nod his head. He could think of these consequences. An artist's career can be very long or short. If he consumes himself too much, the road ahead will become bumpy.

But he couldn't nod his head, he was afraid that he knew that there were tigers in the mountain, and if he went to the tiger mountain, it would make Gao Xingcheng feel more uncomfortable and blame himself.

Fortunately, Jiang Hongchuan did not expect his answer, and continued: "I will give you two suggestions, you can see if it is necessary to adopt them. The first one is that Xiaoyuan signed a contract with Guihai Film and Television, and everything about Xinghuo Culture. , we will come forward to settle the matter, and we will coordinate your development path with you in the future to ensure that you will develop better and more freely than in Xinghuo Culture."

Gao Xingcheng's eyes lit up, and he even squeezed the hand holding Song Mingyuan because he was happy. He did have the idea of ​​getting Song Mingyuan to sign it, but he didn't know how to say it. He didn't expect the boss to mention it first.

Song Mingyuan still pursed his lips and stared blankly at the tea leaves floating in the teacup. For him, the temptation to sign a contract with Guihai Film and Television was very great, but he also knew that the termination of the contract would involve a lot of manpower and financial resources. , Netizens eating melons are likely to accuse him of hugging his thighs, or accuse Gao Xingcheng of being in love with his brain, which will have a considerable negative impact on their careers.

"What about the other one?"

"Another one," Jiang Hongchuan seemed to appreciate Song Mingyuan's ability to continue asking, and pretending to be mysterious, he picked up the water glass and tasted it, before replying, "You two go out and do it alone!"

"The two of us?" Song Mingyuan raised his head in surprise, and directly denied it, "This won't work! Gao Xingcheng can't go out!"

Before Jiang Hongchuan could say anything, Gao Xingcheng was already excited. That's right, why didn't he think of such a good idea before?

Both of them are in their early twenties, and they both work so hard. They just want to earn a bright future for themselves. If this is the case, wouldn't it be more energetic to start their own company and put their careers on the right track?

"Why can't this work? I think Brother Jiang's suggestion is very good!"

Song Mingyuan licked his dry lips, his brows were tightly knit together, he seemed to be calculating the success rate of this matter in his heart, he couldn't implicate Gao Xingcheng, absolutely not: "I just can't!"

Gao Xingcheng scratched his hair, looking a little irritable. He had a hunch that if he continued to ask why it didn't work, the two of them might quarrel again.

Jiang Hongchuan could tell at a glance that the two young boys were clearly thinking about each other, but they didn't communicate well. He had finished his words, and he didn't want to get involved in their personal affairs. He just wanted to drive them out of the office as soon as possible. , to prevent them from delaying their get off work appointments.

He stood up from behind his desk and couldn't wait to find his boyfriend, but when he passed by Gao Xingcheng, he raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder: "Think slowly, communicate well, don't rush."

Seeing that he had already left, Song Mingyuan and Gao Xingcheng didn't want to stay any longer. They walked out without saying a word, looking more serious than when they came.

Gao Xingcheng walked slightly back, staring at his boyfriend's side face while walking, but Song Mingyuan didn't seem to notice anything, and continued to speed up his steps with a solemn expression and fixed eyes, as if he wanted to escape from him.

Gao Xingcheng felt that he couldn't wait for a moment. The low air pressure between the two made him breathless, so he stretched out his hand and pulled the other party into the multimedia conference room beside him.

His actions of arresting people and locking the door were almost done in one go. Before Song Mingyuan could react, the person was already in the next room.

In this conference room, thick blackout curtains are always drawn. Even though it is bright outside now, it is like a dark night here. Song Mingyuan subconsciously reached out to turn on the light, but Gao Xingcheng grabbed his arm and threw him hugged tightly.

"Xiaoqian," Gao Xingcheng pushed Song Mingyuan to the wall, his tall body completely enveloped him in his sphere of influence, he bent slightly, buried his head in the other's neck, and said sullenly, "Tell me, you Why don't you want to."

The other party's hair was fluffy, and Song Mingyuan's neck and ears were a little itchy when he rubbed against it, but his arms were imprisoned by the other party, and he couldn't even push the other party away. He seemed to be like this all the time, holding his thoughts in his heart. It was the same this time, insisting on following his established ideas, biting his lower lip and refusing to speak.

"Don't you believe me? Or don't you believe in yourself?" Gao Xingcheng seemed to intentionally punish his silence, he opened his mouth and bit on his collarbone, his teeth did not use force, but ground them carefully, as if tasting A delicious delicacy, the voice was lowered with some intimate whispers and grievances, "Huh? Can't even I know your reason? Am I not your closest person?"

Song Mingyuan frowned a little uncomfortable. Gao Xingcheng's powerful force restrained his limbs and he couldn't move. He was like a poor little fish lying on a chopping board, but the chef didn't seem to be in a hurry at all, just like this. scales.

In fact, Gao Xingcheng could probably guess why Song Mingyuan said no, it was nothing more than fear of hurting himself and delaying his future.But when two people decide to be together, their future is already closely linked, and there has never been such a saying that anyone is hurting the other.

The rebellious lips followed the other party's clean neck all the way up. He had to pass on the intimacy of this skin-to-skin contact to Song Mingyuan. It seemed that only in this way could the other party let go of his guard.

When he reached the Adam's apple, he was confused: "I know you want to solve this matter by yourself, but your affairs are all related to me, and I want to stand side by side with you."

When he reached his chin, he coaxed: "You are not alone now, you don't need to face these alone anymore, I am with you."

When it reached his lips, he bewitched: "You love me so much, you definitely don't want to make me sad, but your protection will only make me love you more."

Gao Xingcheng's lips kept sticking to Song Mingyuan, shaking slightly when he spoke, touching his skin, and also touching his heart. The other party was like a large dog, slowly stretching out its paws, hooking him cautiously placket.

The darkness gave Song Mingyuan a little cover, and Gao Xingcheng, who was close to him, also built a small safe world for him. He finally turned his wrist and grabbed a small piece of the other's clothes. With sobs and sobs, he moved forward and posted: "But you were going smoothly, I was really afraid that I would hurt you..."

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The author has something to say:

Gao Xingcheng: For the sake of my wife, so what if I am cold and talkative?

Song Mingyuan: Bah, I think you just want to take advantage of me!

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Jiang Hongchuan is the protagonist of Soda's first novel, and it's not a dreamy linkage. (Cough, I’m actually too lazy to name it~)

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