protect my love

Zi Mingjun was holding a teacup, but this time he was very calm, as if he had expected it.

"Thank you Miss Wei."

In fact, he was a little scared, even though he had already become a veteran in dealing with this kind of problem, he couldn't offend the person in front of him.

The face of Mu Xunying, who was angry for some reason this morning, suddenly appeared in his mind. If this Miss Wei also becomes like this, then he will go crazy.

Wei Yu looked at him blankly from the moment he said thank you, and Zi Mingjun was about to use his lifelong skills to express it euphemistically, but she spoke first: "I never chased stars before, and I never felt that What good is it for my dad to start this company, until I saw you for the first time in "The Realm Behind the Hill" for the first time."

"Far is the Realm Behind the Hill"?

At first, the words Mingjun only felt familiar.

He participated in this TV series with a long and tongue-twisting name when he first debuted, and he was out of ten males.

Zi Mingjun subconsciously wanted to take over, Wei Yu said forcefully: "That was the first time I asked my dad for something in my adult life, and it was your ticket to a variety show."

He no longer intends to answer the phone.

"But just as a fan, and never let my dad interfere in any of your affairs."

These remarks are not intended to impress Zi Mingjun, it seems that they are just the star-chasing history of a fan with a special status.

"But I found that you are so outstanding. I even think that you are destined to be in my dad's company. You are so close to me, I can't help but want to chase you."

Zi Mingjun felt sorry for this girl who was a few years younger than him.

It would be so much easier if he told the truth.

Wei Yu on the opposite side didn't seem to intend to wait for his answer.

"I'm just telling you about this. I'm about to join the group. If I don't clarify some of the previous causes and effects first, it will become an afterthought."

Zi Mingjun first nodded to express his affirmation of his logic, and then said: "I understand, but it is impossible for me to be your boyfriend now."

"Understood, busy with work..." Wei Yu thought it was understandable, but Zi Mingjun slightly shook his head.

Wei Yu seemed to know something: "Already have a girlfriend?"

Ziming did not respond.

"That's right." Wei Yu seemed to have already made up a series of stories for him, "That girl is so lucky, I wish you all the best."

Zi Mingjun still didn't speak, it seemed that he just pulled the corners of his mouth into a smile.He observed that Wei Yu was dissatisfied while saying blessings.

"Then I... go first?" Wei Yu smiled at him and got up.

"See you next week." Zi Mingjun said.

There will be Han Yue's play starting next Monday.

"See you next week."

Wei Yu left.

Zi Mingjun roughly estimated the time for a trip to the elevator before getting up and leaving.

When passing by, a waiter stopped him, and then he remembered that he hadn't signed the bill yet.

Zi Mingjun usually writes very beautifully, and it is correct and beautiful.But the name is a specially practiced big flower style, the kind with a super long horizontal bar on the left and many bends on the right.

Zi Mingjun asked casually, "Do you have discounts for Platinum VIP here?"

The waiter never took his eyes off the paper and pen, and didn't know whether he was looking at the signature or the hand, so he answered casually: "Sir, we currently only have two levels of silver and gold members."

"Really, okay." After signing, Mingjun handed the things back and left.

"Walk slowly, sir, welcome to visit next time."

Zi Mingjun looked at his watch and there was more than half an hour before the end of the break. He wanted to talk to Mu Xunying.

This is not an option now.

"Director Mu? I'll take care of him later, he's not here." That's what the assistant director told Zi Mingjun.

All of this is really going well.

Zi Mingjun was right about today's timetable, and he had nothing else to do.

"Then do you know where Director Mu is?"

"not sure."

The words are all given up.

He went back to the room, thinking about reading the script again, but it seemed that he only read the gaps between the words, and didn't read anything for more than an hour.

He thought of the man who had broken his heart for him.

"Hello? Brother Zhan." Zhan Yijiang answered his calls quickly.

"Well what's the matter?"

"Are you busy now?"

"Yes, nothing happened today, what's wrong with you, who bullied you?"

Zi Mingjun doesn't often take the initiative to call Zhan Yijiang.One is that the two of them seem to be busy, and the other is that he can't tell whether the other is busy or not.

"No ah."

"Then who confessed to you again?"

When Mingjun first heard the words, his heart skipped a beat.

Then I thought about it, Zhan Yijiang must have a good ear.

"Just kidding." The other party's tone was relaxed, as if it was really a joke done in one go.

Speaking of it, Zhan Yijiang couldn't be blamed for asking.In the past few years, Mingjun took the initiative to make non-official or not completely official phone calls, and the confession really accounted for a certain proportion when the defendant asked for help.

Several of them are particularly impressive.Zi Mingjun has just started to be produced. Although he is not very popular, compared to the exposure rate, the proportion of followers is still very high.One day Zhan Yijiang answered Zi Mingjun's phone call, but the other party was very silent at first, which frightened Zhan Yijiang into thinking that something terrible had happened.As a result, after asking, I found out that Zi Mingjun was walking in the film and television city, and an enthusiastic female fan jumped out, kissed him on the cheek and wanted to be his girlfriend.

That time, they all escaped.

Since then, it has left a shadow, and being confessed by a stranger is quite a scary thing.

Another time, a wealthy female boss fell in love with Mingjun. Although she respected the other party's opinion, she was quite aggressive in pursuing her, which also shocked him.Zi Mingjun didn't dare to offend the person blindly, but listened to Zhan Yijiang's suggestion and hid from the other party for a week. He didn't feel relieved until he heard that the female boss had changed her pursuit.

From this point of view, Wei Yu is actually an enhanced and upgraded version, enthusiastic, frank, rich and powerful.

"I just want to ask, what's the progress of the previous game endorsement?"

Zi Mingjun still chose to keep the matter of Wei Yu for the time being, and instead asked him another matter that he wanted to know very much at this time.

"The game is coming soon, and today I sent a teaser for you."

Hearing that everything was on the right track, Zi Mingjun breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "How is the effect?"

"It's great that the effect is good. I used a new method this time. What does that plan seem to be called... What is it, a first-person love diary?"

Hearing the words, Mingjun was really surprised: "They mentioned it or our team?"

"Ours." Zhan Yijiang said.

"Acceptable?"

No matter how you listen, there is a risk of being misunderstood.

"Isn't this just observing? It's already in the top [-] of the hot searches, so I put the name of the game and the official blog first."

Zi Mingjun is now gradually getting used to hot searches and their influence, but it’s just a doubling of the spread speed and more obvious polarized evaluations.

"Send me a copy of the content. If you are asked in the future, don't ask me."

"Okay." Zhan Yijiang made noise for a few seconds, "Download one yourself, if you really write it into a diary, there will be more to read."

"It's not like you don't know that I don't like to use that."

"That's really different. I had dinner with some colleagues yesterday, and the topic happened to be how to restrict artists from opening multiple trumpets and talking nonsense. Like me, I don't have to worry about this at all."

"Isn't it, I'm so good, haha." The tone of this sentence perfectly interprets what it means to say that language without emotion is a fragile shell.

"..." Zhan Yijiang silently protested Zi Mingjun's behavior of letting the public know that he would lose fans on a large scale.

"Actually, there is one more thing." Zi Mingjun thought for a while, "I think Mu Xunying seems to be angry?"

"Angry?" Zhan Yijiang didn't quite understand, "Did you offend him?"

Zi Mingjun went through the timeline again, and told him what happened at the director's dinner that day.

"Mu Xunying is here too?" Zhan Yijiang on the other side of the phone must be frowning, "He's very annoyed about things like referrals, maybe he thought you..."

"Is there any chance I can make amends?"

"Act well, the others are useless, Mu Xun should not eat."

To tell the truth, it is Mingjun who cannot be debated in this matter.

After hanging up the phone, Zi Mingjun called Xia Le over and asked him if he wanted to have dinner together.

"I'm fine." Xia Le couldn't stay idle, and stirred a cup of honey water for Zi Mingjun, "Drink some of this to nourish your stomach."

Undoubtedly, there is only one bottle of honey, from the non-existent Platinum VIP benefits.

Sometimes Zi Mingjun doesn't even know why people with whom he doesn't have much daily communication leave so many traces in his life.

"Then let's eat together."

"Okay, is it in the hotel?"

"...No." The impression Jiujing Longyan gave him was almost anthropomorphic, "Go out and eat, I know a very delicious restaurant."

Xia Le wanted to refute something at first, but then he seemed to remember that Zi Mingjun was also a local, so he showed a smile that I understood.

Zi Mingjun self-willedly didn't bring any face covering tools when he went out. Xia Le's assistant's occupational disease had already shown initial symptoms. Before getting into the car, he looked around vigilantly for fear of danger.

"Not at all." Zi Ming didn't care that much.

When navigating, the two locals tacitly gave up the superfluous software voice, and only the words Mingjun occasionally turned left and right and went straight and turned around in the car.

Xia Le saw the car turning into the depths of the bustling city, feeling hidden in the city, and finally turned into an alley.This alley has obviously been remodeled.It's new and wide, with the style in place, and it can still be driven into the car.

"It's here." Zi Mingjun said.

That store is the only one with lights in the half-dark alley, which is very conspicuous.

"Mao...another...find...side?" Xia Le tried hard to identify the sign at the door.

If this is the name of the store, it can't be boasted.

"...Look for another toilet, people always come here to borrow the toilet." Zi Mingjun laughed.

"Oh...then what's the name of this store?"

"No name." Zi Mingjun answered seriously.

"..." Xia Le realized something, "Private cooking?"

"It doesn't count." Zi Mingjun got out of the car first, waited for Xia Le to park the car beside the station, and went in together.

After crossing the slightly higher wooden threshold, Xia Le realized how impolite his guess just now was.

The courtyard is clean and tidy, the atmosphere is good, and there are not many service staff. Overall, it looks like a club.

"Hey, little character, long time no see."

Subconsciously, Xia Le turned around and saw that Zi Mingjun hugged a man in his forties or fifty, and said, "Uncle He is still so energetic."

"Box?"

"It's okay to sit in the hall."

"Sit down there, I invited someone to perform today."

"Ah."

The man called Uncle He led Zi Mingjun and Xia Le to an empty table and sat down.It is said that sitting in a hall is actually not bad for privacy, and each table is separated by a medium-high wooden screen.

"Xiaoyun, I'm ready." Uncle He said to the table next to him.

Before Xia Le and Zi Mingjun sat in, a woman with a graceful figure and light makeup got up and said that she would come right away.

Because of the angle, both of them saw the other person sitting at the wall table.

It was Zheng Feng who I saw every day recently, and he hadn't had time to let go of Xiaoyun's hand.

Obviously they both saw each other.

Zi Mingjun treated a dead horse as a living horse doctor: "Brother Feng, good evening?"

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