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47 verbal instructions

There were three intermittent light knocks from outside the door, reminding the people inside that someone was coming.

"Do you still want to cry?" Zhu Lichuan straightened Cheng Chen's collared clothes, coaxing softly.

Supporting Zhu Lichuan's shoulders, Cheng Chen raised his face suspiciously, looked at the smiling man in front of him, covered his deep eyes, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to pinch his cheek.

The warm body temperature is transmitted to the fingertips, which are alive.

He shook his head dully, frowned slightly, and asked softly, "Don't you want to know why?"

Cheng Chen has been signed under the name of Jiahua Entertainment for six years, and has never taken the initiative to mention family matters to anyone. Even if the company is on holiday, if he does not go home, he will not stay in the company. It is doubtful that he is often alone In the secretly rented house, waiting to receive leave.

He was secretive, and no one ever suspected his family situation.There was only one occasion when he inadvertently disclosed it to his agent after being drunk while in a career downturn. He originally thought that the agent would help him keep the secret, but he didn't expect that she would report it directly.What's more, the people above actually thought this was a good selling point, and immediately contacted him on the reality show, asking him to "accidentally" say that he was abandoned by his family as a gimmick on the show, and sell it in front of the public. , regaining attention.

The agent repeatedly told him how to behave naturally, emphasizing that it was his only chance to stand up.

However, Cheng Chen was still absent, even if the program official announced the guests, he didn't go.

His wound has finally healed a little, and it is about to scab. If he pulls it apart forcefully, it will reveal the bloody carrion inside, and even sprinkle salt on it for the effect of the show, show his wound to the audience, and tell them , What a poor person Cheng Chen is, please support him.

Sorry, he can't do it.

In addition to paying liquidated damages, it is inevitable that the program team will be fanned into flames, coupled with the slander of other guests and fans, Cheng Chen was naturally scolded miserably on the Internet. At one point, he dared not leave the room, and reporters blocked him from outside the community. Asked, asked him who was taken care of by a big boss with a lot of money, otherwise how dare he play big in front of other guests.

He has repeatedly violated the company's arrangements, so no matter how badly he is scolded on the Internet, the company will not stand up and make a statement for him, even the public relations crisis is not worthy.Since he wants dignity and doesn't want the opportunity that he fought so hard for, then let him go.

There are people coming and going in the circle, and there is no more than one person, and there are many people who are missing.

"Why do you want to know?" Zhu Lichuan snorted amusedly, brushing Cheng Chen's tangled hair, and asked, "Then do you want to say it?"

Cheng Chen rubbed against Zhu Lichuan's palm, and murmured: "I don't want to."

Zhu Lichuan could feel that Cheng Chen was still trembling slightly in his arms, he wanted to know, he wanted to know all the information about Cheng Chen.But he will not investigate, nor will he take the initiative to intervene. He waits for the day when Cheng Chen can open his heart and trust him completely, so that he can intervene in Cheng Chen's past in a more suitable capacity.

Cheng Chen tidied up his clothes first, opened the door a little, looked around, beckoned to Yu Sheng who was outside the door, and whispered, "Can you help me touch up my makeup?"

Yu Sheng raised his eyes, met Zhu Lichuan who was standing behind Cheng Chen through the crack of the door, sighed resignedly, and helped deal with the traces of love between the boss and his wife.

"Director Jiang, I'm ready."

Cheng Chen was deeply sorry for delaying everyone's time, bowed deeply to them, and apologized.

Zhu Lichuan followed behind him, pretending to be ignorant, helped him up with a smile, and deliberately named Jiang Ze, hiding his sword in his smile and said: "Director Jiang just went to the toilet, and he hasn't said anything, why are you talking about it yourself?" I'm apologizing."

Jiang Ze, who is inexplicably scapegoating, dares to say half a dirty word, he is not in a good mood, and he is not as knowledgeable as Zhu Lichuan. If the successor he trains fails to perform well again, he will grab his braid and give him a good scolding.

"Is Teacher Yu ready?" Jiang Ze rolled the script into a trumpet shape and shouted at Yu Jiayan who was standing on the podium.

Yu Jiayan withdrew the kind smile on his face, dismissed the other young actors to their respective posts,

He made a gesture to indicate that he could start.

Zheng Zheng was late for class for the first time, and ran all the way but failed to reach the classroom before the bell rang. The sound of the video playing and the laughter of the students had already been heard inside. He panted heavily and knocked on the locked door. back door.

The video played so loudly that it drowned out his knocking on the door.

Zheng Zheng looked for his roommate through the doors and windows, but he happened to meet the sight of the middle-aged man on the podium.He thought that the teacher who specially gave them a lecture today would be angry because he was late, but he didn't expect that the teacher just gestured to the students in the back row to stand up and open the door for him.

Under the watchful eyes of other students, Zheng Zheng nodded to the man on the podium, blushing and found the place his roommate had reserved for him.

"Zheng Zheng, why are you here now?" Zheng Zheng's roommate, Liang Jingze, elbowed Zheng Zheng who was still in a daze, and handed him the form, "How dare you be late for Director Yao's class? Do you still want to enter?" The city bureau."

Zheng Zheng filled out the form in a daze and handed it to Liang Jingze, pursed his lips, covered his mouth and asked in a low voice, "Ah Ze, do you know who is on stage?"

Liang Jingze stared at Zheng Zheng in surprise, tapped his elm bumpy head with a pen, and blamed him in a low voice, "Zheng Zheng, you don't even know Yao Zetao?"

Hearing the familiar name, Zheng Zheng nodded lightly, then shook his head again, his eyes fell on the man who was explaining the case with ease on the podium, his hand rubbed repeatedly on the wallet with the photo, his throat tightened, and he swallowed.

Liang Jingze was still spreading information about Yao Zetao beside his ears, but only a few key words fell into Zheng Zheng's ears. He seemed to be pressed down by a heavy stone, his back was bent, and he couldn't breathe.

The corners of Zheng Zheng's eyes were red, and he met Yao Zetao again, and could only look away guiltily.

After the class was over, Yao Zetao was surrounded by people who wanted to consult information about the Municipal Bureau. Everyone wanted to take this opportunity to join the Municipal Bureau.

Zheng Zheng stood on the periphery of the crowd, looking at the kindly smiling Yao Zetao, he was complicated and hesitated to go forward.

When the others dispersed, Yao Zetao packed his briefcase and prepared to leave. Seeing that Zheng Zheng hadn't left, he stopped what he was doing, got off the podium, approached him, and said with a smile, "Student, I still have questions to ask." ?"

Zheng Zheng clenched the corner of his clothes, raised his face, and asked hesitantly, "Excuse me, do you still know Zheng Qianyu?"

"Papa."

"It's done!" Jiang Ze was also pleasantly surprised. He didn't expect Cheng Chen to change his mental state after being loaned out for half an hour. He changed his eyes instantly when he shouted 'action', and he could even read the trembling lines smoothly. ,

He curiously asked Zhu Lichuan who was watching from the sidelines, "Li Chuan, how did you give me instructions?"

Zhu Lichuan folded his arms around his chest, licked his still moist lips, raised his eyebrows slightly, and pretended to think: "Verbal guidance."