If You Are The One

Sure enough, early the next morning, Chen Hejia received a phone call while he was still deeply asleep.

In a daze, when he got connected, he heard the other party swearing in a rage, it seemed that the pent-up anger was finally vented, and Chen Hejia's drowsiness was driven away by his bright and loud voice.

"Chen Hejia! It's all you! Last night Tan Shaoming asked me to accompany him by name!"

"I finally climbed into his bed! Tell me! Did you say something, or why would you suddenly change your mind!"

"Yes! You must have done something!"

"I've worked so hard for so long just to get Young Master Tan, but you're a bitch! Everything I planned was ruined by you!"

……

Chen Hejia yawned.

This accusation is really outrageous and ridiculous.

Waiting quietly until he was out of breath after the yelling over there, Chen Hejia squeezed the phone and closed his eyes and said, "Why, do you think that cats and dogs like you can climb onto Tan Yonghui's bed? ?”

His tone was extremely cold, and against the lazy expression on his face at the moment, there was an indescribable flavor.

Gee.

Chen Hejia sighed softly in his heart.

Sure enough, it was too boring after returning to the inland. In the past, this kind of stuff would never get his attention and response. He was so stupid that he always thought that he was the most beautiful in the world.

—actually, the idiot had been bugging him for a while.

Ever since he left Hong Kong, there was a man who claimed to be a first-line artist, Yu Sheng, who got his cell phone number from somewhere, and sent him text messages every day, saying that sooner or later he would become Tan Shao’s bedside person, and called him Be careful, if you understand, it is best not to go back to HK again.

At that time, Chen Hejia couldn't hold back her laughter. In the conference room, in front of a group of high-level elite men, she couldn't stop laughing.

The employee whose report was interrupted stood there very awkwardly, wondering if he said something wrong and made the Manager Chen laugh, but Chen Hejia immediately adjusted his state, then coughed lightly, and said sorry.

Never go back to HK again?

It is indeed not difficult to achieve, but the premise is in a dream.

Chen Hejia himself doesn't know how many times he has dreamed that he walked out of the BATTLE building empty-handed, without responsibility, without restraint, and without...

Forget it.

Just dreaming.

Thinking of this, Chen Hejia said softly to the person on the phone: "If you are alive, you still have to be self-aware, like you——Yu Sheng, right? It would be nice to stay in your own circle and act peacefully. I'm making a fuss here."

"And I just don't have a good temper. How about it, I've seen your photos too, and you look really good. I heard that you had the experience of shooting GV before?"

The corners of his lips curled up, and he was satisfied to hear the sound of gasping from there, Chen Hejia continued: "This is a very good resume, do you need me—"

"Snapped!"

"Beep beep..."

Oh.

The phone is hung up.

Chen Hejia listened to the blind voice on the phone, after a while, the corners of his mouth dropped, and then slowly, slowly became expressionless.

The fingers were exerted so hard that the knuckles turned white.

Then--

"Crack" sound.

The mobile phone fell to the wall, and it was instantly torn apart, and the broken parts were scattered on the carpet, making a mess all over the place.

Chen Hejia covered his head and turned over to get up. After watching the movie last night, he worked on some documents all night, so he actually only slept for three hours until now, and he had a headache.

Stepping on the tiles in the bathroom with bare feet, Chen Hejia quickly brushed his teeth and washed his face, and then found the first-aid kit in the apartment, took out a few packs of Banlangen and soaked them in warm water.

The taste of Banlangen is still the same as when I was a child, very sweet.

Chen Hejia raised his head and drank a few sips, walked to the coffee table, picked up the handset of the landline and dialed a number.

Connect soon.

"Hello? Manager Chen?"

"In half an hour, send a mobile phone to my apartment, and prepare it by the way. I will go to the commercial shooting scene later."

"But didn't you say yesterday..." Rest today?

"Any questions?"

"No."

Ten minutes later, the doorbell rang.

It was quite efficient, Chen Hejia habitually glanced at Maoyan, and then opened the door to let people in.

The assistant held two bags in his hand, one containing a mobile phone box and the other containing a steaming breakfast.

Regarding the assistant's self-assertion, Chen Hejia slightly raised his eyebrows.

The young man scratched his head and smiled, "I found out that you don't like breakfast, Manager Chen, and you often have stomach pains, so I brought you some steamed buns this morning, so let's have some."

Chen Hejia finally had a smile in his eyes.

"Why do you think I haven't had breakfast?"

After he finished speaking, he turned back and walked to the kitchen. When the assistant poked his head, he saw Chen Hejia bring out a pot of porridge, put it on the dining table with a rag, and then took out some dried pickled radishes and fermented bean curd.

The assistant opened his eyes slightly.

Such a homely breakfast...

He thought that social elites like Chen Hejia who had climbed to the top would eat very tastefully——

"Porridge and side dishes are tasteless?"

The assistant was taken aback, when did he speak his mind!

Unexpectedly, Chen Hejia was not angry, and even smiled at the moment, "I usually cook the porridge the night before, and I can eat it when I wake up the next morning, and these side dishes are all made by my mother. Yes, the taste is very good, do you want to try it?"

Assistant Li Qiwen waved his hands again and again, "No, no... I've eaten."

Hearing this, Chen Hejia shrugged his shoulders, stopped inviting him, and just sat down to drink porridge. He ate very quickly, but his movements were still impeccably graceful.

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Wen Yan had already arrived at the commercial shooting studio.

Chen Hejia walked in with the German photographer Merkel, whom his company had hired with great effort, only to find that Pei Chu, the CEO of Shengyu Brokerage Company, was also there.

Merkel highly praised artist Wen Yan's early arrival, and Pei Chu immediately stood up and said in an official tone: "Our artists in Shengyu are all very good. If possible, Shengyu would like to cooperate with you very much."

"wow."

Yuemo was because of Pei Chu's tall figure and handsome face. Merkel was amazed again, and then asked, "Are you also here to shoot commercials?"

For a moment, Chen Hejia looked away from Pei Chu, and finally interjected, "No, Mr. Merkel."

After a brief introduction, Wen Yan and Merkel went to the side to discuss matters, while Chen Hejia, who came to supervise the scene purely because he felt lazy and was disturbed, stood lazily beside Pei Chu.

"Manager Chen is really dedicated to his work, and he has to come to the scene to supervise the commercial shooting."

Pei Chu's irony came a little suddenly.

Chen Hejia was stunned, and then raised his lips and answered: "Both each other, President Pei has a lot of things to do every day, and he can take the time to come to care about the progress of the artist's shooting, which is also admirable."

"Really, as Wen Yan's manager, this is just my job."

"Heh." Chen Hejia couldn't hold back a sneer, and continued, "Pei Chu, I've known you for decades, do you think I can't understand what you mean?"

——Oh, he almost forgot that this Pei Chu used to be hostile to him for almost his whole youth. Now, when we meet each other, he will naturally not have a good face. When he smiled and shook hands in front of the media, Pei Chu used so much force that he almost made him He cried out in pain.

And why did I come here without hesitation, knowing that I would meet these people when I came to the mainland?

Chen Hejia cast his gaze on Wen Yan not far away.

Gee.