The actor's rebirth script

Under the influence of alcohol, Cheng Jiamu let it go, although Huo Yi didn't drink, he was like a drunk, asking for it wantonly.I don't know how many times I did it, but both of them were exhausted.

Cheng Jiamu released his desire, with lazy satisfaction in his expression, Huo Yi felt even more itchy.Strange to say, when I did it with Cheng Jiamu before, it was because I was emotionally unstable and urgently needed an outlet to vent, but after I did it once, I wouldn't feel such a comfortable feeling.

Huo Yi lit a cigarette, and Cheng Jiamu's voice was hoarse, "Give me one."

Huo Yi: "I remember you don't know how to smoke." But he still handed it over.

Cheng Jiamu lit it skillfully, took a deep breath, "Is it worth learning to smoke?" After taking a few puffs, he felt like he was choking, coughed a few times, and his two beautiful eyebrows were tangled together.Huo Yi snatched his cigarette, extinguished it together with his own, and threw it into the ashtray.

Huo Yi's tone was somewhat reproachful: "If you can't smoke, don't be brave."

Cheng Jiamu shook his head, as if enduring pain.Huo Yi suddenly lost his mind, and suddenly realized: "Just now, did I use too much force?" Cheng Jiamu reacted for a few seconds, knowing where he was thinking, his face turned red all of a sudden.

He lowered his head, refused to look at him, cursed himself for doing everything, why was he blushing now, so he had to say angrily: "It's because my stomach hurts!"

Cheng Jiamu hadn't eaten since last night, and drank so much wine, his stomach couldn't take it anymore, but a series of things made him nervous at first and then excited, jumping around tightly.

When he was completely relaxed, his body, which had never tried smoking before, was stimulated, and his tortured stomach regained consciousness.

The pain spread all of a sudden, Cheng Jiamu quickly pinched out the cigarette, and covered his tortured stomach with one hand.

Seeing that his face turned pale from the pain, Huo Yi touched the other person's forehead with his hand and found that it was not hot, so he said, "I'll cook a bowl of noodles for you."

Cheng Jiamu suspected that he had heard it wrong, this guy would cook porridge for himself?The exit became: "Can you cook noodles?" Huo Yi said, "Do you think I'm a young master who doesn't discriminate between grains?"

Cheng Jiamu thought: You are a young master in the first place.

Cheng Jiamu shook his head and said, "How could that be?"

Huo Yi chuckled: "No wonder Xiaobai reminded me time and time again, are you always so duplicity?"

The noodles were cooked quickly, the thin dragon beard noodles, and a plump poached egg inside, slowly steaming, Cheng Jiamu felt a little warm, but this kind of warmth made him a little helpless.

Huo Yi gently stirred the bowl of noodles with chopsticks, blew on them again, and said, "It's very hot after cooking, it needs to cool down, don't worry."

Cheng Jiamu looked at the bowl of noodles that looked good, and said dully, "I thought it was instant noodles." Huo Yi raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "Actually, I'm pretty good at cooking, but I'm lazy, and I don't like cooking when I'm alone. , Meals are nothing more than going home to be prepared by the nanny, or drinking at the dinner, the last time I cooked was when I was in college a few years ago."

Cheng Jiamu felt that just looking at the bowl of noodles, the protesting stomach seemed to have calmed down a lot. At this time, Huo Yi didn't look like a young company boss, or an ignorant second-generation ancestor, and even more so. Unlike the human-shaped Tibetan Mastiff that Cheng Jiamu remembers deeply, it is a bit like the back-up star who used to fawn over him, with a little pride in his cleanliness, and a little bit of deliberate flattery.

But at this time, of course, it wasn't intentional flattery. Cheng Jiamu felt that he was drunk, so he was a little bit over the top. That person is now his boss, the big money maker who kept him.

Thinking of this, Cheng Jiamu smiled, picked up the bowl, picked up the thin noodles with chopsticks, tasted it, and said gratefully: "I didn't expect Mr. Huo's noodles to be so delicious, thank you."

After a whole night of tossing around, the alcohol in his body tended to be exhausted, and Cheng Jiamu's face unconsciously put on a mask again, obedient and alienated.

Huo Yi felt a little regretful, that Cheng Jiamu, who was full of wildness and more like Yuan Mu, just hid behind the disguise.

He watched Cheng Jiamu eat the noodles, the steaming steam between the steaming noodles enveloped the young man's face in a mist of water vapor, just like this person, who was close in front of his eyes but couldn't always see clearly.

Huo Yi suddenly said: "Has anyone ever told you that you are like a big cat in the wilderness, such as a leopard, or a South China tiger? You usually pretend to be cute and sensible, and you will play cute tricks intentionally or unintentionally. Pranks are commonplace, but once touched When you reach your bottom line, you will fight back fiercely."

He paused and said, "You look like someone I know."

Cheng Jiamu picked up the bowl and took a sip of the soup, then smiled: "I know someone who speaks so nastyly, he should be a lover?" Huo Yi was noncommittal.

While eating noodles, Cheng Jiamu was thinking about Huo Yi's description just now. Although the metaphor was very nonsensical, Cheng Jiamu felt that every word was true to himself. Seeing himself so thoroughly, even Xue Yu can't do it, right?

I don't know if it was due to the residual smell of alcohol, but he actually compared Huo Yi with his ex-boyfriend. Suddenly, his heart moved, and his hands couldn't control him. Cheng Jiamu held the other's face half-jokingly: "Huo Yi, if What if I really like you."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Cheng Jiamu felt a little regretful. The rules of the game have been set, and the one who destroys first loses first. But at this moment, Cheng Jiamu wanted to stop this game and change the way of playing, for example, give each other serious A chance, wouldn't it be better?

But Huo Yi didn't speak, and the two of them fell into a short silence. The hot noodle soup scalded Cheng Jiamu's stomach, but his body temperature gradually dropped. Putting down the noodle bowl, he said casually, "I'm just joking, why are you so nervous?"

Huo Yi's eyes were hidden by long eyelashes, he couldn't see his expression clearly, so he just nodded.

Of course it was just a joke, some things are best treated as jokes.The lingering night, the blurted love words, and the heat of the bowl of noodle soup he cooked himself in the middle of the night all completely faded with the alcohol the next day, and the two of them tacitly kept silent.

Sun Hong completely disappeared from the company. This matter was done too quickly and quickly. In the building of Jiachuang Media, some rumors gradually appeared, detailing why Sun Hong left overnight. It seems that there used to be a man named Li Guangming. Yes, the staff dispatched to the production team of Lin Moji never came back.

Although the truth inside is unknown to everyone, it can be vaguely heard that it was all because of offending Cheng Jiamu. There is even a rumor that appeared out of nowhere. One has to be convinced.

Rumor has it that this new Cheng Jiamu has a lot of background, and even Mr. Huo wants to give him three points, but he didn't say anything more specific, but once the gossip spreads, it becomes more and more outrageous. Some people even say that Cheng Jiamu is the son of a close friend of the Huo family. , must not offend.

Hearing these rumors without a trace, Cheng Jiamu felt a dull pain in his stomach again. This was too outrageous. He directly pushed open the door of the president's office, but the secretary didn't stop him, and retreated tactfully. Cheng Jiamu felt that his My stomach hurts even more.

Huo Yi was behind the huge desk, wearing a neat suit and a standard elite appearance, looked up at him: "What's the matter?"

Cheng Jiamu: "Did you spread those gossips? It's too exaggerated. What I hate the most are those rich second generations. If they become rich second generations for no reason, I'm afraid I won't be able to control my exposure."

Huo Yi played with the pen in his hand, and suddenly said: "You hate the rich second generation very much, don't you also hate me?"

Cheng Jiamu nodded silently in his heart, the rich second generation and the like are the most annoying, and the rich second generation who plays with other people's feelings is even more annoying, but he didn't fall in love with Huo Yi at first sight all of a sudden, everyone is an adult, the rules of the game he still I understand, and then said very sincerely: "How is it possible, you are my food and clothing parent."

The person in charge of the manager who was originally assigned to Cheng Jiamu felt a little bit of a sense of crisis, but he had nothing to do until now. The boss didn't make trouble, but it didn't mean he was right.

He made amends to Cheng Jiamu with sweat profusely, and then mustered up the courage again to ask Huo Yi tremblingly.

This kind of trivial matter of assigning a manager to a newcomer requires asking the president twice for instructions, and the person in charge expresses a lot of pressure.

After wandering around the door of the president's office for more than an hour, he finally mustered up the courage to knock on the door.Fortunately, Huo Yi didn't make things difficult for him this time, and directly appointed Yin Kanghe.

Yin Kanghe is the best gold broker in the company, and also the manager of Jiachuang Media's elder brother Tong Huaijin, and the popular young student Bai Junli.

The original assistant was also rejected by Huo Yi, and he directly assigned his life assistant Zhao Kangle to Cheng Jiamu. This action undoubtedly had two effects:

First, Zhao Kangle feels that he has been recognized by his boss, not only has he won the honor of taking care of the boss's "important people", but also his salary has increased to a certain extent, which makes him more sincere.Second, the people in the company are all like "you guessed it right, even the confidant is assigned to him", and they respect Zhao Kangle and Cheng Jiamu more at the same time.

Yin Kanghe was a little depressed. He was a gold medal agent, but he couldn't match the sensation caused by the transfer of a small assistant.

Yin Kanghe and Sun Hong have completely different styles. He is about 30 years old, wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and has a full elite demeanor.

The two met in the private club recommended by Yin Kanghe, in a very stylish private room. Before sitting down, Yin Kanghe took out the white handkerchief that he carried with him and wiped the invisible dust on the spotless chair before Shi Shiran sit down.