pampered roses

Tangli was slightly startled, and raised her eyes to look over.

Standing in front of him was a middle-aged man in his forties. His face was as sharp as a knife, and he wore sunglasses on his tall nose. It was impossible to see what he looked like. The suit on his body was tightly attached to his body. He was middle-aged. , but there was no sign of getting fat at all. The two black-clothed bodyguards stood behind him, and the staff of the crew next to him were also quietly standing aside.

Tangli pursed her lips, feeling a little confused, she stood up with her hands on her hands.

The man was still standing in front of her, looking at her through the sunglasses without saying a word.

"..."

Tangli got up and wanted to leave.

The man stepped forward and blocked her way, and the two bodyguards beside him also blocked the way.

Tangli frowned, looked at the strange man opposite, "Sir?"

The man raised his hand, and Tangli saw that he only had four fingers on his right hand.

The two bodyguards at the side backed away, the man took off his sunglasses, and Tangli finally got a clear view of him.

With eagle-like eyes, there are not many wrinkles on his face, and his sword eyebrows are flying slantedly. Even in middle age, his skin is well maintained.

His face was dull, and his eyes were fixed on Tangli, his eyes were a little strange.

It's very similar to the way Mr. Ye looked at me when I met him at Leisurely Tea House.

Tangli frowned, and took another step back.

"I'm Zhang Lin, and this is my business card." The man still didn't take his eyes off Tangli, the corners of his thin lips were tense, and he took out a business card and handed it to Tangli.

Tangli was slightly taken aback.

Zhang Lin?

Even if he is not in the entertainment industry, but as a native of China, there is almost no one who does not know Zhang Lin.

The youngest and most legendary existence among the fourth generation directors in China.

When he was only 20 years old, he shot "Leaning on the Railing", which received numerous praises in the world, and won [-] awards in a row that year.

There is a legendary existence that no one has surpassed so far.

It's just that he was basically in a semi-retired state ten years ago and has been living abroad.

And his temper is particularly weird and difficult. He is a talented director who both capital and top class want to praise, but are afraid.

I haven't heard any news about returning home.

How come now...

Tangli took the business card and greeted politely: "Hello, Director Zhang."

"You know me?" Zhang Lin raised his eyebrows, his eyes were a little deep, and he stared at her again, and said in a cold tone, "You are not from this circle, are you?"

If this person, this face, is in the circle, it is impossible for him not to know.

Tangli shook her head, Zhang Lin didn't continue to ask, and instead asked another matter: "Where's your business card?"

Tangli: "?"

Tangli pursed her lips, not knowing what this notoriously eccentric Director Zhang was doing.

Zhang Lin didn't speak any more, and just looked at Tangli like this, as if she wouldn't stop until she gave her her business card.

"I don't have a business card, but if Director Zhang wants his contact information, I can give one."

Tangli didn't feel any malice from Zhang Lin, and the other party was old, and for some reason, she somehow felt a strange sense of intimacy.

Tangli reported her phone number.

The assistant next to him took notes on a piece of paper.

During the whole process, Zhang Lin's eyes kept on Tangli's face, and he didn't move away for a second.

Although there was nothing malicious in this look, it was still a bit unaccustomed to be stared at by a stranger who had just met.

Just at this time, Tangli's taxi also came, she immediately picked up the suit and got up to say goodbye,

"My car is here. See you, Director Zhang."

Zhang Lin still looked at her, and the corners of his lips moved, "Yes."

Tangli got into the car and quickly left the set.

Zhang Lin watched Tangli's car disappear into the traffic, looked away, looked at the phone number in his hand, a little lost in thought, not knowing what it was ringing.

In the end, it was the assistant behind him who reminded him: "Director Zhang, the actors are already in place."

Zhang Lin's eyes turned cold, he hummed lightly, and walked into the set.

On the other side, Tangli was on the way back.

Before she got home, the phone rang. Tangli glanced at it, and saw that it was Fu Qingyang calling.

She connected, and said lightly: "Mr. Fu."

Fu Qingyang's voice was as arrogant as ever, and the background of the speech seemed a little noisy, like the voice of some entertainment place.

"Be quiet."

Fu Qingyang yelled something on the other end of the phone, and the background sound became much quieter, and Tangli could hear Fu Qingyang's voice more clearly.

"Tangli, where are you now?"

"What's the matter?" Tangli said lightly, looking out the window without emotion.

"I want to see you," Fu Qingyang said bluntly. After finishing speaking, he paused and lowered his voice a little, "By the way, you can meet my uncle with me tomorrow."

Fu Zechen?

Tangli frowned, pursed her lips and said, "Why?"

What is it for her to meet Fu Zechen with Fu Qingyang at this time?

Fu Qingyang didn't speak for a long time, Tangli glanced at the phone, and was about to say something without hanging up, when Fu Qingyang spoke, with a somewhat unpleasant tone.

"I just made my uncle angry. I haven't seen him for several days. You can help me persuade me when you accompany me."

Tangli refused without even thinking about it, but Fu Qingyang didn't give her this chance at all, and her tone was a bit tough and arrogant: "Anyway, you must come tomorrow, don't forget your girlfriend's obligations, and dress better when the time comes. "

The voice fell and the phone was hung up. Tangli held the phone and didn't speak for a long time.

Tangli was still thinking about it when she got home.

It's so strange to accompany Fu Qingyang to meet Fu Zechen.

She and Fu Zechen meet every day and live under the same roof. Now she is going to meet his nephew with him. I am afraid that the fact that she recommended herself to be Fu Qingyang's contract girlfriend at the beginning will probably be revealed soon...

When Tangli returned to her room, it happened that Fu Qingyang sent another address, which was a luxurious restaurant, and the time was noon tomorrow.

Tangli turned off her phone and lay down on the bed with her eyes closed and dozed off.

In the evening, after dinner, Tangli went to the study to find Fu Zechen.

After knocking on the door, a cold voice came from inside, "Come in."

Tangli opened the door and walked into the study, standing next to Fu Zechen.

Fu Zechen turned on the computer, and on the screen were curves that Tangli could not understand and a lot of technical terms. There were several open documents in front of and beside Fu Zechen.

"Uncle..."

Tangli opened her mouth in a low voice, pursed her lips, clenched her palms and looked at Fu Zechen's profile.

Fu Zechen looked up from the computer, his eyes were extremely pale, he glanced at Tangli and hummed, "What's the matter?"

Tangli intertwined her hands in front of her body, briefly told about Fu Qingyang, Fu Zechen nodded, and said lightly, "I know, he told me about it."

Tangli stood where she was, and Fu Zechen glanced at her again, raising his sharp brows, "Is there anything else?"

Tangli pursed her lips, her voice lowered a bit, and she lowered her eyes to avoid looking at him.

"Little uncle, can you pretend that you don't know me tomorrow?"

Fu Zechen paused when he was typing on the keyboard, then turned his head, his stern face showed no emotion, his eyes darkened a little, and he looked at Tangli without saying a word.

Tangli was a little nervous when he saw her, so she whispered, "Just once..."

Fu Zechen laughed angrily, his thin lips curled into an arc, the smile didn't reach his eyes, then he got up from the office chair, took a step towards Tangli, and brought the two of them closer.

"Quite courageous?"

Tangli pursed her lips.

Fu Zechen stood in front of her, loosened his tie, his voice was a little lower, mixed with coldness, looked down at Tangli and continued:

"how?"

"Are you going to let me be your mistress?"