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It was the first time to stay overnight at Lu Huansheng's house. Wen Ning lay on the bed and couldn't sleep. He was wearing the underwear that Lu Huansheng "personally" bought for him. Happily rolling in bed, closing eyes and fantasizing about the future.

In the future, he will be able to chase stars at close range, and maybe even get the status of a friend. He feels sweet in his heart, and feels that entering the entertainment industry is simply the right choice for him.

Wen Ning thought that he would be so excited that he would not be able to sleep tonight, but when he woke up the next day, he realized that he had slept soundly. Like a pig, the alarm clock rang several times before he woke up.

Wearing the dark green silk pajamas he brought, he rubbed his head and was about to go to the bathroom to wash up.

As soon as he opened the door, he smelled a scent, which was the scent of breakfast.

Wen Ning stood at the door of the room and looked towards the dining room. A man Wen Ning didn't know was standing at the dining table, bringing out breakfast.

The man was wearing a pair of slacks and a long-sleeved sweater on his upper body. He didn't look too old, but he wasn't too young either. No matter how he looked at it, he had to be 25 years old. Wen Ning didn't know whether he should say hello ——This should be Brother Lu's friend, if he doesn't say hello, it seems impolite.

But after all, it's the first time we meet, so it's not good to be too enthusiastic.

Before Wen Ning could figure out why, the other party smiled enthusiastically at Wen Ning, showing his white teeth: "It's Young Master Wen, right? My name is Zhou Zhiwen, and I'm Brother Lu's assistant. Come over and have a taste of our Local food."

Wen Ning was not intimidated by the other party's enthusiasm, but was intimidated by the other party's address. He waved his hands repeatedly: "Don't use honorifics to me. I'll go wash up. Lu, where's Uncle Lu?"

Zhou Zhiwen: "Brother Lu went out for a morning jog and will be right back. If you have any preference, Young Master Wen, just tell me."

Wen Ning nodded: "Okay, thank you."

After Wen Ning went to the bathroom, Zhou Zhiwen continued to set out the breakfast. He had heard that the young master of the Wen family was coming. No one would not be curious about this rich young master. Zhou Zhiwen had made up his mind a lot before Wen Ning came. , They all made up their minds in the direction of the second generation ancestor who was not stingy, and felt that if he said a wrong sentence, the other party would definitely slap him in the face with money every minute.

How nice, he is willing to be slapped in the face by money.

It was only after meeting the real person that he realized that the other party seemed to be a little colder, completely different from the person he imagined.

But good-looking is really good-looking.

The son of Goddess Qin, no matter how bad he is, the eldest and second son of the Wen family follow his father, but he is much better-looking than his own father. Find a good-looking improved gene.

If this improvement continues from generation to generation, even if the ancestors look like reminiscent ape-man, the descendants will gradually become immortals.

If Wen Ning is an ordinary rich second generation, Zhou Zhiwen can still be sour, but if he is not ordinary at all, Zhou Zhiwen won't be sour.

When Lu Huansheng came back, he saw Zhou Zhiwen standing by the dining table in a daze.

Zhou Zhiwen has been with Lu Huansheng for five years, and the relationship between the two is similar to that of friends, but Lu Huansheng never talks with others, so this friend is also very ordinary.

"Wen Shao is washing in the bathroom." Zhou Zhiwen looked in the direction of the bathroom, and then said with a look of surprise, "Wen Shao seems to have a good temper and good looks."

Lu Huansheng changed his shoes to wash his hands. He was wearing a pair of black sports trousers and a black short sleeve. He usually does not look strong, but wearing this way can show his good figure, and his chest muscles are clearly outlined. , the cuffs were stretched open by the biceps, but the sweatpants were looser, making it difficult to see the lines of his legs.

He is like a cheetah, with no excess fat all over his body.

Strong and thin, fit in everything.

When Wen Ning came out, Lu Huansheng was already sitting at the dining table.

The breakfast that Zhou Zhiwen brought was a local specialty breakfast, pumpkin porridge, pretzels, glutinous rice cakes, and two cages of steamed buns. Probably worried that Wenning might not be used to eating it, Zhou Zhiwen also prepared sandwiches and coffee.

After Wen Ning took his seat, he looked at Zhou Zhiwen in a daze, and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Zhou, are there no serving chopsticks?"

Zhou Zhiwen: "Yes, I will go to the kitchen to get it."

Then it was Wen Ning's turn to perform. He couldn't find a sterilized hot towel, so he took out a wet tissue from his pocket, handed one to Lu Huansheng, and then carefully wiped his hands.

Lu Huansheng didn't think Wen Ning was fluffy, but felt that he wanted to laugh, that the other party was a little cute.

After wiping his hands, Wen Ning saw Lu Huansheng looking at him as soon as he looked up. He asked in a low voice embarrassedly, "Uncle Lu, what's wrong?"

Lu Huansheng pursed his lips slightly, and the corners of his mouth curled up: "It's nothing, didn't you wash your hands in the bathroom?"

Wen Ning was taken aback for a moment, then his face flushed instantly, and he quickly explained: "It was washed, but I closed the door with my hand."

Lu Huansheng: "Paying attention to hygiene is a good thing. I'll ask Xiao Zhou to take you to Zheng Xiaona after dinner."

Wen Ning nodded obediently.

Lu Huansheng suddenly asked, "Is it the same at home?"

Wen Ning blinked: "What?"

Lu Huansheng: "You nod whatever others say?"

Wen Ning: "No, my parents are very busy. When I was young, my elder brother took care of me the most. My elder brother rarely asked me to do anything. He never forced me to do things I didn't want to do."

The eldest brother is like a father, and Wen Ning always feels that the eldest brother treats him like a son.

However, the eldest brother was young and mature. When Wen Ning was ten years old, the eldest brother took him out. Many people thought that he was the eldest brother's illegitimate child.

Lu Huansheng didn't ask again: "Let's eat."

Wen Ning picked up the serving chopsticks, put the steamed buns into his own bowl, and then put on his own chopsticks. He kept his back straight when he ate, and kept his eyelids slightly closed. On Wen Ning's face, the eyelids were cast with shadows by the eyelashes.

He is like a young master who came out of a classic novel, elegant and restrained, his every move is enough to be painted, even if he just eats such an ordinary breakfast, he can act as if he is eating a palace banquet.

Lu Huansheng put down his chopsticks. He felt that Wen Ning was probably born in the wrong era, but it may be that only writers of this era can cultivate such a young master.

"Uncle Lu, I'm going to the company then." Wen Ning stood at the door changing his shoes and waved obediently to Lu Huansheng.

Lu Huansheng smiled: "Go."

The driver was already waiting for Wen Ning downstairs, and Wen Ning closed the door with his backhand. While clearing the dishes on the table, Zhou Zhiwen said curiously, "Brother Lu, is it true that Young Master Wen wants to enter the entertainment industry? Will it be a disadvantage?"

Lu Huansheng restrained his smile and went to make himself a cup of coffee. Standing by the stage, he said slowly, "What a loss?"

Zhou Zhiwen: "It looks quite simple."

It's like a little prince living in an ivory tower.

Lu Huansheng curled his lips lightly: "Don't talk about me first, Zheng Xiao has been around for so many years, will he suffer?"

Zhou Zhiwen thought for a while, "Yes."

However, Zhou Zhiwen still finds it strange that Brother Lu has always been a nosy person. He thought that Brother Lu just couldn't get in the way of Qin Yao's face, so he had to take over this trouble. Why does Brother Lu sound like he really wants to protect Qin Yao? Under your own wings?

Zhou Zhiwen couldn't figure it out, could it be that Brother Lu's temperament changed drastically overnight, and he became a big brother with a caring heart?

Zhou Zhiwen shuddered and stopped thinking deeply.

The driver sent Wen Ning to the entrance of the Dinghua Entertainment Building. After Wen Ning thanked him, he gave the driver some money. The driver looked at him in confusion.

Wen Ning: "Do you think it's too little? I don't have much cash with me, why don't I scan the QR code for you?"

The driver was even more confused: "Young Master Wen, I have a salary."

Wen Ning was also very confused: "If you have a salary, don't you need tips?"

The driver and Wen Ning looked at each other, the driver couldn't help laughing and said, "Then thank you, Young Master Wen, I'll go to the parking lot, just give me a call when you come out."

Wen Ning nodded: "Thank you, thank you for your hard work."

Wen Ning walked into the gate of Dinghua. He just walked to the front desk and before he could speak, he was pushed aside by the people rushing from behind.

Wen Ning supported the edge of the stage.

Turning around, I saw a young man with pink hair saying to the front desk: "I told you, I made an appointment with Brother Zhao to meet today!"

The front desk said to him without any pretense: "Brother Zhao is not at the company today."

The young man was very impatient: "Then who is there? Brother Zhao's phone can't be reached."

Front desk: "Only Miss Linda is here today."

The young man "tsk": "Forget it, it's her, let me go up to see her."

The front desk was even more speechless: "You need to make an appointment."

Young man: "You tell her that I am Yang Yi, and I don't believe she doesn't see me."

Wen Ning felt that they were going to be entangled for a long time, so he poked his head: "Well... I came first, I have an appointment, can I go up first?"

Among the three receptionists, there happened to be a girl who met Wen Ning yesterday. She widened her eyes and said hastily, "Yes, there are. You can go up first. Sister Linda's office is on the 26th floor."

The girl handed the access card to Wen Ning, and Wen Ning was about to pick it up when Fen Mao grabbed the card.

"What do you mean?" Yang Yi said, "He said he came first, so he came first?"

Front desk: "Mr. Wen has an appointment."

Yang Yi snatched the card from the girl's hand: "Get another card for him, and I'll go up first."

Front desk: "Mr. Yang! You didn't make an appointment, please return the card to me!"

The company swipe the card to get into the elevator, and you can't go up without the card.

Yang Yi waved his hand, and his handsome face looked distorted: "It's just a front desk, holding a chicken feather as an arrow?"

"My family invests tens of millions in Dinghua every year, what are you?"

Wen Ning was confused, but he still knew that the card belonged to him, so he patted Yang Yi on the shoulder, and said in a good temper: "You ask the front desk to call Sister Zheng, and then Give you the card again, I want to go up first, can you give me the card?"

Yang Yi squinted and smiled at Wen Ning: "Newcomer?"

Wen Ning nodded.

Yang Yi sneered and said, "You look pretty good. The people behind you like you quite a lot, right? Who doesn't know that Zheng Xiao doesn't bring newcomers anymore?"

The three receptionists were about to stop it, especially the one who received Wen Ning yesterday.

Yang Yi's meaning is too obvious, and it's too ugly. Although there are many such people in the circle, but Wen Shao?People's biggest backing is their own parents.

The Yang family is doing well in the local area, and they have invested in making some movies, but they are all small productions, and they cannot be regarded as an equal cooperative relationship with Dinghua Entertainment. Dinghua eats meat, and the Yang family drinks some soup.

Yang Yi is the youngest son of the Yang family, and he is the most favored. He usually hangs out with a group of wealthy second generations. He is good at playing piano, chess, calligraphy, and painting. But to the little employees, the airs are bigger than the heavenly king.

But before the front desk could react, Wen Ning had already spoken.

He looked at Yang Yi with a cold expression, a bit inhuman and aloof, like a flower in a high mountain, and the mountain was full of ordinary people, not worth mentioning.

"Thank you for the compliment." Wen Ning really felt that the other party was complimenting him, so he thought he had a good attitude and said, "You too."

He is not very good at complimenting others, so let's borrow the words of the other party.

Wen Ning thought for a while, and added: "Actually, Sister Zheng has a pretty good temper. If you work harder, she might take you too."

"As for looks..."

Wen Ning sighed: "They were all born to your parents, so don't be discouraged. Medical aesthetics is very developed now, and you have a good foundation. It should be very convenient to arrange."

Yang Yi: "..."

front desk:"……"

Is this person really dull, or is he ruthlessly mocking?