protect my love

Live broadcast is already a somewhat unfamiliar word to Zi Mingjun.

"Brother Zhan, the last time I did a live broadcast seemed to be when "One Finger of the River" was about to air."

Pointing to the river?This is a word that is more unfamiliar than live broadcast.

Zhan Yijiang nodded his head six or seven times in agreement, and judging from his micro-expression, he realized that he was pointing at Jiang He at the fourth time.

"The press conference is too hasty and unnecessary. The coverage and transmission speed of the live broadcast are better."

Of course, in this era of mobile phones for all, and with the rapid development of new media such as live broadcast and short video, if the goal is to let the most people know in the shortest time, live broadcast is definitely the first choice.

"Ok."

Speaking of the live broadcast, Zhan Yijiang suddenly remembered that Zi Mingjun's last live broadcast seemed to be the place where Manager Bai appeared for the first time.

"Zi Mingjun, don't tell me that you left [-] fans to cut steak for him."

For some reason, Zhan Yijiang just doesn't like being called Bai Lianxi, and neither does Manager Bai.At first it was because I didn't know, but later I knew, but I always wanted to avoid it.

"Him?" Zi Mingjun smiled, "If you're talking about him, yes, it's him."

The two of them were playing charades, and Zhan Yijiang almost fainted.

Where did the seed of infatuation come from, and where did the thousand-year-old fox come from?

"Ming Jun... I asked a digression, you don't have to answer."

"You said." In fact, I could vaguely guess it.

"You two met in his hotel, who started the conversation?"

The two handsome men walked on the road and looked pleasing to the eye. It is very possible to get to know each other. It is considered that they are destined to develop from strangers all the way to lovers. Knowing who started it can at least help Zhan Yijiang see something. At that time, Mingjun was not very big. Little is a star.

The word strike up is not suitable to describe their beginning, but Zi Mingjun resisted the words: "Me? Or him? It should be me."

This account may never have a chance to be settled again. Zi Mingjun and Bai Lianxi's memories of the night when they first met are blank, but they just knew each other.

"Well." Zhan Yijiang pretended that they were looking at each other, "Do you remember when and where you two met for the first time?"

If the words of the previous question can be used as an introduction to drive him to recall the past, the direction of the second question is a bit obvious.

"Brother Zhan, it's all over, so there's still a reason to analyze your ex?"

It means that he doesn't want to say more.

Or out of a certain temper, Zi Mingjun didn't want to mention Bai Lianxi to others until he regained the right to kiss Bai Lianxi.The reason is also very simple, no one wants to remind themselves how incompetent they are all the time.

Zhan Yijiang didn't insist on asking, and the topic changed back to the live broadcast.

"Then let's do it tonight. It can't be delayed any longer. It's eight o'clock or nine o'clock?"

"No difference."

"Then 08:30, you don't have to worry about the platform and account number, I will greet you." Zhan Yijiang took out a piece of A4 white paper and wrote down something, "Do it in the company, the risk is small."

"En." Zi Mingjun had no objection to this, "Then what about me this afternoon?"

"up to you."

"Has Director Mu contacted you recently?"

This is a good sign. Only when the characters are in the working state will they give a little time and brain cells to work.

"Director Mu." Zhan Yijiang didn't forget to use Mu Xunying as an example just now, but now he is a bit stuttering, "He hasn't approached me so far, and it probably depends on the result of the treatment."

"Do you think you can still go as planned?"

The original plan was to finish filming in October this year and release it at the end of next year or the beginning of the following year.

There should be no problem in the later stage, but the shooting plan cannot be guaranteed.

Fortunately, Mu Xunying's film did not take too much investment from others, so it would not be suspended indefinitely because of the lead actor's accident.

"Who knows?"

These have nothing to do with Zhan Yijiang, and he can't control them if he wants to.

"Then... what about Zheng Feng?"

From the perspective of the masses, Zheng Feng is a close friend of Zi Mingjun, and also a senior.

Zi Ming felt sorry for him for a while, because he deserved to have the best actor trophy.In the next few days, Ziming didn't speak up for him. In the long run, fortunately, he didn't have time to say anything.

Mingjun searched the news on the balcony of Bai Lianxi's apartment, and also paid attention to the individual comments below.

Although he hadn't had time to personally watch the video of Zheng Feng connoting him in the live broadcast that netizens said.

"Thanks to you."

As soon as the news about Zi Mingjun came out, it successfully overshadowed the aftermath of the Zheng Feng incident.

"No, what's the situation over there, is it a big influence?"

Zhan Yijiang repeated again: "I say thanks to you."

Zi Mingjun was taken aback for a moment, still a little unbelieving in his heart.

"He brought you out when he was clarifying, and said in a strange way that you have a date, and guess what happened later might have something to do with him."

How does this make people answer? If you want to talk about yin and yang, Zhan Yijiang might be able to compete with the person he said on the same stage.

"Does he know about you?" His tone became normal again for a moment.

"I don't know." There was no doubt about it.

"How can you be sure he doesn't know at all?"

"So what if he knows. I haven't said recently that I don't have a partner. I can't hit anyone in the face."

"It's called gossip. To Yuji, it's like the blood and flesh under the nose of a shark."

"Don't tell me, I don't want to know."

So Zhan Yijiang stopped again and looked at him seriously while Zi Mingjun looked away.

"What do you want to know?"

"Director Mu's movie, is there any news from Zheng Feng?"

Has the leave time been extended, or whether Mu Xunying and the management and issuer have any dissatisfaction, etc.?

"As far as I know, no." Zhan Yijiang really paid attention to it, and asked about the same problem as Zi Mingjun, "Don't worry about him, really, you are much more serious than him."

"I think so too." Zi Mingjun admitted frankly.

"Yo, why did you say that?"

The sunlight was briefly blocked by a cloud, and Mingjun's coat, which was slightly reflected into dark blue just now, turned black.So the thin long-sleeved shirt was the same color as the short-sleeved black T-shirt inside, and the naked eye couldn't tell the difference.

Zhan Yijiang thought that this is probably the case for good-looking people, who unconsciously let the surroundings see him, even people who don't understand fashion can't help but pay attention to what clothes make them attractive.

Maybe this is the basic principle of celebrities bringing goods.

"The most intuitive thing, I took a taxi today, and the master looked about 50 or [-] years old. He asked me if my surname was not Bai."

What Mingjun said was so reasonable that Zhan Yijiang hesitated for a moment before saying, "Your surname is not Bai."

"...Ah." Such a shameful thing was actually said, "My surname is too rare, so I just filled it in randomly."

"Just fill in one..." Zhan Yijiang repeated it unhurriedly.

"The point is, even people of this age know what I look like. Did my incident have such a big impact?"

Only one sample can't explain anything, but Zhan Yijiang thought for a moment, and said something he didn't intend to say: "It's really a bit serious. It's not like you don't understand the current environment. Personally, I very, very suggest that you disassociate yourself from it." .”

He couldn't even listen to most of the words. He had stated more than once how important that manager Bai was to him. Zhan Yijiang estimated that even if he retired in place, he would not tell the public that he didn't like him.

"I was really shaken yesterday, or many, many things that happened these days have shaken me." Zi Mingjun was talking about his most authentic and original thoughts, "but I never thought of breaking the relationship."

Didn't think about it or didn't think about it.

"I know, so that's not what's written in the plan. If you don't confirm, deny, or acquiesce, follow up with cold treatment. Anyway, you returned to the group and didn't have time to attract people's attention."

Today is a big day, Zi Ming Jun hopes that the live broadcast will be successful, that is, achieve what he and Xun Xing hoped to achieve.

Zhan Yijiang still had work to do, so only Zi Mingjun was left alone in the conference room.

At noon, the sister at the front desk came to ask him if he would eat anything, and he said whatever.

He was also alone in the afternoon, eating and drinking the company's meals and drinks, taking his time, sitting on one side of the conference room as if sitting at the end of a long dinner table of a large European and American family.

He didn't intend to go anywhere in the afternoon, although the outside world was wonderful.He didn't plan to do anything, just read the script before the live broadcast started.

He didn't realize until it was almost dinner time that Xunxing was so busy today that it wouldn't be a good idea for him to occupy the entire conference table by himself, but it was too late.

After a while, someone brought him the equipment for the live broadcast later and a set of suits for them.

It was a regular suit, white shirt, black coat and black tie, certainly not as good as his own, but more decent than the one he was wearing now.

The fabric is very slumped and easy to wrinkle. It was only when I wore it that I realized that there was no inner lining. When I put my hands into the sleeves, I felt red due to the rough texture.

This is what a down-and-out person should look like, but people on the other side of the screen will not know it, because the damage from light and color will only leave the outline of a formal suit.

When was the last time he faced the camera? The sneak shot by passers-by did not count. It was the last second when he was caught in a water bottle on the red carpet in London with a smile he thought was perfect.

Looking at the camera again at this time, Zi Mingjun had to face up to it slowly, which is also called facing up to the hazy past.

But his expression was still stiffer than before, Zi Mingjun tried hard to imagine that the people in front of the screen were as kind as the people he met this morning, willing to understand his hard work.

"Zi Mingjun, are you okay?" The teacher who helped arrange the equipment happened to be adjusting the camera. By the way, he watched the whole process of Zi Mingjun breaking through himself. He was a little worried and asked.

"I'm ok." A soft and confident smile.

Suddenly the phone beeped twice, and Ming picked it up to read.

It was Xia Le who hadn't seen him during the day.

[Brother Zi?Where are you now?Do you want to live stream? ? 】

It seems that the promotion is in place.

[[Picture]] Followed by a picture, all the words are opened to see, it is an official message from a live broadcast platform known for its powerful server, it is very concise, in a nutshell, the whole word will be broadcast live at eight o'clock, the content is only The word is not mentioned.

Eight o'clock?

At that time, Zhan Yijiang thought it was 08:30.

Before Mingjun had time to suspect that he had made a mistake, Zhan Yijiang sent him another message:

[Let's start at eight o'clock sharp, earlier. 】

It's less than half an hour before eight o'clock.

Obviously Xia Le's screenshot was released at three o'clock in the afternoon.

Zi Mingjun had no choice but to change clothes. Make-up is unnecessary. Although the clean skin has blemishes, no one will criticize Chengdu for wanting to be on camera at a time like this.

The manuscript only took 10 minutes to read, and all the words were extracted and key points were kept in mind. Looking around, they were all words like myself, friends, and hope.

His friends and his behavior, all these need to be faced with hope by himself.

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