Crush on "Big" Stars

In the early morning, the warm sunshine outside the window shines on the bed. Today is the day to officially go to work as a manager.

"Just wear this!" Lin Mingwei kept muttering to the mirror after waking up, not forgetting to be narcissistic, "You are so handsome! Oh." Looking at himself in the mirror, his mind suddenly remembered that he was working at work a few days ago. Seeing Jian Yiwei's scene in the room, he couldn't help but think of his buttocks...

When I came to the door of the 3516 studio that my colleagues in the personnel department had mentioned, sure enough, there was a reminder wooden sign hanging on the door - Jian Yiwei Studio.He could see the person he wanted to see immediately, but his heart was pounding because of nervousness. In order to verify that he was not in a dream at this moment, he purposely pinched the flesh on his thigh hard, almost crying out in pain, It's really good, and then, he put his hands together on his forehead, and kept telling himself: "Don't be nervous, don't be nervous, don't be nervous..." Then he took a deep breath, adjusted his breath, knocked on the door and walked in.

Time stands still like a picture in a movie, and I never thought that the first official meeting would be like this: Jian Yiwei is squatting on the floor and wiping the legs of the desk with a black rag.

"His ass is so sticky..." Lin Mingwei couldn't help thinking, and suddenly became normal again, and hurried over to help, "Let me help you."

"It doesn't matter, I can do it myself." Jian Yiwei looked up at him, his eyes didn't stop, he just asked curiously: "Are you the new agent that the company has found for me?"

"It's me, besides being your manager, I'm also your assistant..." Lin Mingwei looked down and saw that there was a rag in the bucket of clear water, so he bent down and took out the rag and wrung it dry, and carefully wiped the other table. Zhu Zhu asked: "Why did the company let you clean the studio by yourself? Didn't the cleaning aunt help?"

"Well... no, but it's okay, I don't mind, I'm idle anyway."

Lin Mingwei felt sad in his heart, but also a little relieved. He was not valued by his company, but he was still optimistic in his heart and insisted on doing what he liked.

"What's your name?"

"My name is Lin Mingwei!"

"Lin Mingwei," Jian Yiwei repeated, jokingly said, "Being my manager is easy to be discriminated against by others."

"I don't care what other people say!"

He grinned, and said in a helpless tone: "My previous managers all chose to leave because I was not popular in the entertainment industry..."

"I won't leave you!" He blurted out, feeling that something was wrong, he hurriedly explained his words: "I mean, I really need this job."

"I hope you won't be affected by other people's remarks, don't care about what others think of you or me, and won't be unable to bear this job after hearing a few words of sarcasm from others. I hope you can be calm."

Lin Mingwei knew that these words had other meanings. When he looked carefully at Jian Yiwei's face, he suddenly raised his head and smiled and said, "Actually, I hope you will be my last manager. Leaving quite a few...even though I said the same thing to the last agent..."

"I'll do my best." This was the truest voice in his heart.

"By the way, how old are you this year? It looks younger than me."

"Three years younger than you." He replied.

Jian Yiwei paused for a moment, and said in surprise, "How do you know that you are three years younger than me?"

"I searched for your information on the Internet before I came here. Well, this is my first time as an agent. If there is something I did wrong, I hope you can understand and correct me. However, I will definitely try my best to learn. Do your job well."

"There's no need to worry too much, as long as you have the heart, you can do well."

"Yeah!" He nodded happily.

After some cleaning, the studio has also become brand new. Jian Yiwei yawned and stretched, then put down the black rag in his hand, looked back at him with a smile, and said, "Nothing happened last night." Sleep well, I will rest for a while before continuing to write songs."

"Okay, leave the rest to me." Lin Mingwei readily agreed, and accidentally saw dust on his hair, and said, "Your hair is dirty."

"where?"

"I'll help you," he walked over with a smile, raised his hand and brushed Jian Yiwei's hair, the dust floated up and gradually disappeared, a feeling of intimacy rushed into his heart, and the sunlight outside the window hit his face The face is more fair.

"All right."

He smiled slightly and said, "Thank you."

"It's okay." Lin Mingwei smiled and shook his head, seeing him lying on the sofa with peace of mind, his mood was as beautiful as seeing a rainbow after the rain.

Ten minutes later, he turned his head slightly, couldn't hold back the impulse in his heart and walked over, silently looking at the sleeping face on the sofa, as if he was admiring a breathtaking oil painting, just about to bend down Going to touch his nose, he immediately withdrew his hand, thinking to himself: Lin Mingwei, you are so lucky to be able to work with him!

"Huh..." He let out a breath, slowly straightened up, and accidentally saw sugar burning on the table in front of the sofa, thinking he liked it.

After more than half an hour, Jian Yiwei gradually woke up from his sleep, and without saying anything, he sat back at his desk and continued to fill in his unfinished lyrics.

"Yiwei, Nali asked you to go and look for her." A slender, not tall lady—Jiang Shirou, pushed open the door of the studio without knocking. Li had never changed her agent since she became an actress, and Lin Mingwei had no idea that the woman he saw after the interview last week was the person standing at the door now.

"Please let Nali come over, I'm writing a song."

She shrugged, then closed the door, as if unwilling to say anything more, while Lin Mingwei was full of doubts about the name "Nali"...