President of Zhuma PK

Although Sui Youbin was his godfather in name, they were no different from strangers in reality, and Song Ci didn't know what to say to him at all.Moreover, he didn't want to be suspected of hugging his thigh.This is not to say that Song Ci doesn't want to hug Sui Youbin's thigh.Since you can climb up on Sui Youbin's shoulders and achieve success more easily, why not do it?But Song Ci knew how to restrain himself, because he knew that the more aggressive he was, the more counterproductive he would be.

There is another layer in this, which is because of Qin Song.Song Ci didn't know whether Sui Youbin played the role of an accomplice in the process of Qin Song luring him into the game, so Song Ci always had a grudge against him.

"I don't want to disturb your work." Song Ci made up a nonsensical reason.

Sui Youbin laughed a couple of times indifferently, and then said, "I heard from Ah Cheng that you took over the second male lead in his next play. That role has high requirements for acting skills and has a lot of room to play. But I believe that with your talent, it is not difficult to play this role well. Work hard and try to win an award next year."

Song Ci didn't know what to say, so he answered yes in a low voice.

"Do you still remember Sui Zhen?" Sui Youbin asked again.

"I remember." Song Ci said, "He is very cute."

"I'm busy filming, so I don't have time to go home. The nanny is always taking care of him. If you have time, go and see him. Sui really likes you. Although I only met once, I still mention you to me from time to time."

This invitation was a bit abrupt, but it was still a good opportunity to get close to Sui Youbin.

"Okay." Song Ci said, "I have nothing else to do except company training, and I will help you look after him."

"Okay, then it's settled." Sui Youbin said, "I'll send you the address later."

After hanging up the phone, Song Ci heaved a sigh of relief.

This is human interaction.

Although he wasn't good at it, he wasn't blunt either, and he was quite comfortable with it.

Song Ci's eyes fell on the piece of paper with the mobile phone number written on it again.

He turned on the phone and saved the number in the address book. Because he didn't know how to write Cheng Su's name, and he was worried that Li Fan would find out, he replaced it with "Passerby A".

Song Ci recalled what Cheng Su said when he answered the phone before, and it seemed that he asked Li Fan to buy something to take with him when he went to work.From this, it can be inferred that Li Fan and Cheng Su should be colleagues.

Although he knew that it was unlikely to face Cheng Su face to face, Song Ci couldn't help but want to know more about him.

Song Ci wanted to know, what was so attractive about this stranger who had never met before, that could make Li Fan, who was cold by nature, fall in love with him, and even yelled his name in his dreams.

Song Ci had to admit that he was jealous of that person, so jealous that he was crazy.

But he couldn't ask Li Fan directly.

Then, if he wants to know that person, there is only one way - An Xu.

After resigning from the male sex era, An Xu called him several times intermittently, asking him out for dinner, Song Ci politely refused.

If someone else was pestering him like this, Song Ci wouldn't bother to talk about it, but he didn't want to hurt An Xu's face, because Li Fan was still working under him and had to be taken care of by him.

Song Ci found An Xu's phone number from the address book, hesitated for a moment, and then called.

The phone was connected quickly, and An Xu's elated voice came from the receiver, "Hey, Song Ci? Why did you suddenly remember to call Brother Xu? I thought you had forgotten about Brother Xu long ago!"

Song Ci was expressionless, but softened his voice and said, "Is it convenient for you to talk now?"

An Xu smiled and said, "As long as you call me, it's convenient anytime."

"I want to treat you to a meal." Song Ci said bluntly, "Are you free at noon tomorrow?"

"Free, free!" An Xu was flattered, "You decide the time and place, I'll go find you."

"Okay, I'll text you later."

"Okay, okay, see you there!"

After hanging up the phone, Song Ci picked up the piece of paper on the table, tore it up and threw it into the trash can.

After the training in the morning, Zeng Jinhao asked Song Ci to have lunch with him, but Song Ci refused on the grounds that he had an appointment.

After Song Ci left the training room, Yuan Zhaolei said angrily, "Is your hot face sticking to your cold ass? As for that? Isn't he just a brat? Is it worthy of you, a popular idol, to put on a face to curry favor with you? What a disgrace!" of."

Relying on his relationship with Qin Song, Yuan Zhaolei thought he had ascended to the sky, and walked sideways in the company. He didn't look good to anyone, and would sneer at anyone who didn't like it.

Zeng Jinhao didn't make an appointment with Song Ci, so he was already a little upset, and with Yuan Zhaolei adding fuel to the fire, the small fire turned into a big fire, and he was very angry.

He was about to retaliate, but Wu Tiancong, who was in the same group, hurriedly persuaded him in a low voice: "Don't quarrel with him, the more you quarrel, the more energetic he will be, and if it is heard by President Qin, it will be hard for everyone."

Wu Tiancong is notoriously good-tempered, and Zeng Jinhao listened to his persuasion very much, he managed to convince himself to take Yuan Zhaolei's words as fart, packed up his things and was about to leave, but Yuan Zhaolei was persistent and chattered beside him Crooked: "What's the matter? I'm tired of fucking fans and want to change the taste? Then please pick and choose carefully, don't just talk about fat or thin. Do you think Song Ci is an innocent little boy? I don't even know what to say Are you stupid or are you naive? You have been in the entertainment industry for nothing for so many years. He is a high school student with no hair, no money and no power. Have you ever thought about why he got into Canxing? What else is there for a beautiful face? I don’t know how many high-level executives have fucked you before you come in. Maybe you’ve been fucked to death long ago. You’re the only one who’s blind and eager to get up, so anxious to eat sweet potatoes with a dog Like a skin, she is not afraid of contracting dirty diseases, and she has no face to cure them."

No matter what, Zeng Jinhao couldn't take it anymore.

"Yuan, are you fucking menopausal? Are you disgusting like an old woman with a broken mouth? You can't get along with being fucked too much by men, right? Don't you feel panicked by spraying feces all over your mouth? You came from the mother's womb Have you brushed your teeth once after you came out? You don’t need to fuck yourself, do you think that everyone in the world is as slutty as you? You see the sky sticking out your ass and begging for fuck, like a horny bitch, Are you not afraid of AIDS yourself? Where did you get the face to pour dirty water on others?"

Wu Tiancong was shocked.

He never knew that Zeng Jinhao had such astonishing fighting power. He was ashamed to hear those dirty words, but Zeng Jinhao was blushing and breathless, like a machine gun, shooting at Yuan Zhaolei mercilessly.

This is not over yet, Zeng Jinhao looked at the essence through the phenomenon, and continued to attack: "The reason why you are spraying shit here is because you heard that Song Ci got the role of the second male lead in "Bones and Sugar", and you felt envious and hated? You yourself My grandma's acting skills are so bad that I didn't pass the audition. Do you blame Song Ci? Do you know what the media says about you now? They say you are a shame for the stars! I feel ashamed to be in the same company as you! I advise you to leave as soon as possible. If you get mixed up in the entertainment industry, you can either go to Japan to make g-movies and sell meat, or you can go back to the countryside to sell sweet potatoes, and the entertainment industry will be a pure land."

Yuan Zhaolei was ruthlessly KO, stared at Zeng Jinhao for a long time with a confused face, and shouted: "Zeng Jinhao! Fuck - your mother!"

Zeng Jinhao sneered, and said in a completely contemptuous tone: "Fuck-my mother? What kind of fuck? Did your jb get hard? It has been stuffed in your crotch for more than 20 years as a decoration, and it has never been used. It hurts. By the way, my mother has been dead for several years, and if you want to fuck - my mother has to trouble you to dig a grave first."

After finishing speaking, Zeng Jinhao turned his head, like a battle hero who just won a victory, with a proud smile on his face, he said to Wu Tiancong: "Go, Congcong, brother Hao treats you to something delicious."

Wu Tiancong agreed, and followed Zeng Jinhao to the door.

Yuan Zhaolei was completely humiliated, almost went mad with anger, lost all reason, and his eyes were bloodshot.

He picked up a stool conveniently, rushed forward, and threw it down on Zeng Jinhao's head without hesitation.

Song Ci and An Xu made an appointment at a hawker steakhouse near Canxing.

He and Li Fan ate at this chain restaurant once. Although the price was a bit expensive, it was still within the acceptable range of Song Ci. It should not be too shabby to invite someone to dinner.

When Song Ci arrived, An Xu was already waiting for him.

An Xu was sitting near the door. When he saw Song Ci, he hurriedly stood up and raised his hand to greet him: "Song Ci! Here it is!"

Song Ci walked over quickly, smiled slightly, and said, "Sorry for keeping you waiting."

After being in the society for a long time, Song Ci finally learned that kind of fake smile.

"I just came here too, so it's okay." The two sat down, and An Xu shouted: "Waiter!"

A young brother heard the sound and passed the menu to An Xu, who passed it to Song Ci again, and said with a smile, "You can order whatever you want, Brother Xu treats you."

Song Ci didn't answer, "I've agreed, I'll invite you, and I'll invite you. You can order first."

An Xu liked Song Ci's toughness, so he didn't insist on it anymore, and ordered a set meal that was not cheap or expensive, and then handed Song Ci the menu.

Song Ci ordered a set meal that Li Fan ordered last time, and the waiter left with the menu.

An Xu stared at Song Ci intently, only to feel that he hadn't seen him for half a year, and the little boy was getting more and more eye-catching, making it hard to move his eyes away.

Song Ci wore a white T-shirt with a round neck today, probably because it had been washed too many times, the neckline was a little loose, exposing the delicate collarbone and a small piece of snow-white chest.

An Xu stared at it for a while, only to feel that his mouth was dry, and the thing between his legs was hard and painful.

He adjusted his sitting posture, stretched out his hand under the cover of the tablecloth, poured another glass of ice water, and then turned on the fire, but still kept his eyes on Song Ci, and said with a smile, "Why did you suddenly remember to tell me?" Did you call? Did you finally remember Brother Xu?"

The eyes glued to his body made Song Ci feel sick for a while, but he asked Anxu out today for a purpose, so he could only bear it, put on a proper smirk, and said, "I'm busy with studies, and I'm only doing it during the summer vacation." I have time to treat you to a meal, thank you for taking care of me."

An Xu is a man who has worked in * * for many years, of course he knew that what Song Ci said was just a scene, but he didn't expose it.

He also noticed that from the time they met to now, Song Ci never called him "Brother Xu", but "You".

Although An Xu felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, he didn't show anything on his face, and he was still very kind.

The two chatted back and forth, and the food they ordered came up.

Because of the person sitting opposite, Song Ci felt nauseous in his stomach and had no appetite at all, but he barely ate a few mouthfuls, then drank water and flushed the steak that was stuck in his throat into his stomach, and then he got to the point: " I want to ask you about someone."

An Xu put down the knife and fork, pretended to be very interested, and said, "Oh? Who? Tell me, if I know, I will tell you every word."

Song Ci didn't go around in circles with him, and said directly: "Cheng Su."

An Xu frowned and asked, "What are you asking about him?"

Song Ci said: "My brother has been in a bad mood for the past few days. Yesterday I heard him quarrel with someone on the phone, and the person on the other end of the phone was Cheng Su. I asked him what happened, but he didn't say anything, I didn't Don't worry, after thinking about it, you are the only one who can ask for help."

An Xu sneered in his heart.

This little bastard, he thinks of me when he needs me, and ignores me when he doesn't need me. It's so fucking realistic. If it wasn't for your beauty, I would have stopped serving you.

But no matter what he thought in his heart, An Xu always had a three-point smile on his face, and said lightly: "Cheng Su is our trainer, who teaches service concepts, hospitality, and so on. Sentences are also a common thing, don't take it to heart."

"Training teacher?" Song Ci tentatively asked, "Should be about the same age as you?"

"It seems to be a few years younger than me, maybe in his early thirties."

It turned out that Li Fan liked older mature men.

Song Ci picked up his slight disappointment and continued to ask: "Is he difficult to get along with?"

"I don't have much dealings with him, so I don't know much." An Xu said perfunctorily, "If you really want to know, I'll go back and inquire for you, and I'll call and tell you."

It seems that there is nothing to ask from An Xu's mouth.

That being the case, Song Ci didn't want to stay with him anymore.

Song Ci stood up and said, "Eat first, I'll go to the bathroom."

An Xu's bright triangular eyes narrowed slightly, and said with a smile, "Okay, you can go."

Song Ci left the table, settled the bill while passing by the counter, and then went to the bathroom under the guidance of the waiter.

He didn't have any physical needs, he just stood in front of the sink and washed his hands over and over again, not knowing what kind of dirt was on his hands.

After about 5 minutes of washing, the bathroom door was pushed open and someone walked in.

Song Ci turned off the faucet, took out a paper towel to wipe his hands, and suddenly heard a click, like the sound of a lock being locked.

The movement of wiping his hands froze slightly, Song Ci turned his head to look, and saw An Xu standing at the door of the bathroom smiling at him, with a chilling light in his eyes.