Daylight past

Lin Suiwen stood beside Wen Nian, like a high mountain, a mountain that others fear, a mountain that can never be overcome.

As he came, Director Li, who was still clamoring just now, was obviously taken aback, turned his face and looked at Wen Nian.

Wen Nian, on the other hand, looked blank. He looked at Lin Suiwen with doubts in his heart.

The other party's eyes swept across his face, and walked in front of him. Wen Nian heard his voice, cold and slow, like thin ice that had not melted in early spring. He looked at Director Li and said: " Director Li, the Lin family is not optimistic about your movie, and the investment in the movie is still to be discussed."

The expression on Director Li's face was that of a squib, a deep pit, and a pile of hay that had been forcibly extinguished.

Lin Suiwen's voice was deep and quiet. Under Director Li's red face, and in front of a room full of insiders, he said: "Your movie script is too wild, illogical, and unrealistic. Lin wants to enter the film and television industry. The main focus is not this kind of fictional movie, I am sorry for the investment I mentioned before, and I will ask my assistant to hand it over to you afterwards."

I don't know who laughed first, a sneer almost broke the last bit of Li's face, he stood up suddenly, wanted to argue and question, but was blocked by the bodyguard behind Lin Suiwen.

At this moment, Wen Nian's hand was stuffed with a bunch of ice, and he looked down, it was a glass full of red wine.

After being stunned for two seconds, he raised his head with a "sigh", Lin Suiwen looked down at him, tilted his head slightly, put his lips next to his ear, lowered his voice, and said to him, "Splash it back."

As if bewitched, after a brief stagnant breath, he raised his hand and spilled all the liquid in the glass on the struggling Director Li's face. Director Li let out a roar, and Wen Nian heard Lin Suiwen's chuckle.

Director Li was kicked out, and after about a few minutes, everyone at the party put on another mask, and chatted about other topics in a decent manner, as if the turmoil just now didn't exist.

Wen Nian's clothes were stained by wine stains and he could not wear them anymore. Lin Suiwen's assistant walked up to Wen Nian and said politely: "Mr. Wen, we have prepared clean clothes for you, you can go to the upstairs room Change your clothes."

Wen Nian blinked, but Xiang Li reacted first, and said thank you Mr. Lin.

Wen Nian turned his head to look at Lin Suiwen who stood aside and did not speak. The lights in the hall were bright, and there were countless swirling lights and shadows under the crystal lamp. Lin Suiwen stood quietly, looking at one place, as if in a trance .

Vaguely aware of Wen Nian's gaze, Lin Suiwen turned his head to meet him, his gaze became gentle.

Wen Nian noticed that there seemed to be a slight difference between him and the last time we met, but the difference was too vague for him to distinguish.

Wen Nian raised her head and asked him, "Why did you help me?"

The non-respectful, reckless question made the hearts of those around him who were secretly paying attention tense in vain.

Unexpectedly, Lin Suiwen didn't seem to care, his expression was still gentle, and he even used a negotiating tone, he said: "Lin wants to sign you."

Wen Nian went upstairs to change his clothes. The soft cloth was wrapped around his skin. He slowly pulled up his pants, thinking about what Lin Suiwen said just now.

He... wants to sign him.

No, it should be said that Lin wants to sign him.

Wen Nian's head was dizzy, he didn't quite understand these things, but he heard from Xiang Li that he had signed with the current company for eight full years, and now the contract is over half, and there are still four full years left, if he wants to leave, the company will He absolutely refused. According to his current value, they would definitely ask for a severe liquidated damages.

Termination of the contract was hard to understand, but Lin Suiwen said that he would sign him again, Wen Nian let out a sigh of relief, and suddenly became upset.

Coming out of the room, Xiang Li waited outside the door. When she saw Wen Nian, she couldn't hide her excitement. She said, "Just now I talked to Mr. Lin and his assistant, and he said that Mrs. Lin is real." Sincerely want to sign you, they will pay you compensation and arrange film resources for you, if you want to act, they will not force you to do other things.”

Wen Nian's eyes slowly opened, and he listened to Xiang Li and said: "Also, they said they would sign me and Gu Yiming together, I don't want to stay in that ghostly place for a long time."

Sister Xiang yelled domineeringly, Wen Nian felt that she seemed to be infected by Gu Yiming, he took Xiang Li's arm and motioned her to lower her voice.

"There are still people here."

"what?"

Xiang Li turned his neck stiffly, and saw Lin Suiwen sitting on the sofa in the small living room behind him, with his assistant standing beside him.

I don't know when they came, she obviously didn't see them when she was waiting here just now, but they are all there now.

Xiang Li blushed, speaking for his impassioned speech just now.

The assistant smiled at Li, and said to her: "Miss Xiang, I want to have a detailed talk with you about the signing of Mr. Wen Nian."

Sister Xiang nodded hurriedly, and she left with the assistant.

Then, in the small living room, Lin Suiwen and Wen Nian were left behind.

Wen Nian was actually a little afraid of Lin Suiwen, not only because Lin Suiwen showed a chilling coldness when he burned incense on the mountain last time, but also because of the way he looked at people, as if he could see through them. I like that aggressive look.

He stood still at the door, hesitating how to speak, but Lin Suiwen was ahead of him, and said slowly: "Mr. Wen, I was the one who was rude last time at Mount Putuo, and I apologize to you."

These should be polite and modest words, but from Lin Suiwen's mouth, it looks like a formatted apology, but to Wen Nian, it is already a bit unreal.

He didn't even need to say anything, he pursed his lips, and said embarrassedly: "I also said something wrong, that marriage tree may be useful."

Lin Suiwen couldn't deny it. He raised his hand, pointed to another single sofa, and said to Wen Nian, "Mr. Wen, can you sit down? I look up at you like this, and my neck is a little tired."

As he spoke, he kneaded his neck symbolically. Wen Nian was like a startled rabbit at the moment, his heart skipped a beat, and he quickly walked around the square table and sat on the small sofa that Lin Suiwen was pointing at. .

There were food plates on the low mahogany square table, and Wen Nian, who hadn't eaten dinner, couldn't help but take another look.

Lin Suiwen should be a relatively sensitive person. After he said a few words to Wen Nian, he leaned over to get the food box. Pass it in front of him and say to him: "Try the taste, this is a new pastry I asked the hotel restaurant to develop."

Wen Nian's eyes lit up, he stretched out his hand, pinched a piece of chestnut pastry, and bit it down, surprise flashed across Wen Nian's face, and he said, "It's chestnut-flavored."

Lin Suiwen looked at him, clasped the edge of the food box with his fingers, his knuckles turned slightly white, and asked, "Do you like it?"

Wen Nian had a pastry in his mouth, but he kept ordering it in his head, his love was clear at a glance.

Lin Suiwen's expression moved slightly, and he took the other side of the food plate and handed it to Wen Nian, "Try this again."

Wen Nian picked up an oval-shaped soft cake, looked at the translucent red layer on top, and asked curiously, "What does it taste like?"

Lin Suiwen made a fool of himself, he said: "Just try it and you will know."

The chestnut cake just now was really delicious. Wen Nian didn't doubt that he had him, so he took a big bite. What came into his mouth should be a sparse and ordinary sweet and sour taste, with the fruity aroma of apples, but it became a stick in Wen Nian's mouth. The strange taste, he frowned, half biting, not wanting to swallow it.

Lin Suiwen stared at his face, out of Wen Nian's sight, his eyes were exploring, thinking, a complicated and colorful deep ocean.

His lips moved slightly, and the lip line was restrained. He asked, "Isn't it delicious?"

Wen Nian's faces were all crowded together, Lin Suiwen took out a piece of tissue paper and handed it to him, he took it and immediately spit out the pastry in his mouth, "Bah bah" twice, rolled up the tissue and threw it into the trash bucket.

He wrinkled his nose and put down the food box in his hand. The box fell on the table and made a "bang-dang" sound. As if it wasn't enough, he pushed it away childishly, looked at Lin Suiwen complainingly, and said: "What kind of taste is this? It's too unpalatable."

Lin Suiwen's brows gradually relaxed. He pressed his back against the leather surface of the sofa, his lips raised uncontrollably, and he said to Wen Nian: "The sauce wrapped on it is made from apples. Many people like it. Don't you like to eat?"

Wen Nian drooped his eyebrows, he stroked his hair with his hands, and said, "I don't know too well, I just don't like the smell."

After hearing this, Lin Suiwen said, "If you don't like it, don't eat it. Do you like chestnut cake?"

Wen Nian whispered: "I like it."

"Then take them all back. There are still a few boxes. I'll have someone pack them for you." After saying that, Lin Suiwen stood up, and Wen Nian couldn't help standing up.

At this moment, the door was gently pushed open, Xiang Li walked in energetically, she walked to Wen Nian, Lin Suiwen looked at them, and said: "I want to mention the signing of Mr. Wen from next week." Friday. Is there any question from Mr. Wen's side?"

"No more." Xiang Li answered for Wen Nian, Lin Suiwen didn't look back, he looked at Wen Nian's face.

Wen Nian's lips twitched slightly. He ate the pastry just now, and he was a little dazed, with white flakes left on his mouth. Lin Suiwen's fingers moved slightly, and he took out the plain square handkerchief in his pocket and handed it to him.

"Wipe it."

Hearing Lin Suiwen's voice, Wen Nian was taken aback for a moment, then reacted, and hurriedly took out the handkerchief and put it on the corner of his mouth.

He heard Lin Suiwen ask him again, "Mr. Wen, what do you think?"

Wen Nian swallowed his saliva, his head was in a state of confusion, only the taste of the chestnut cake just now was clearly remembered, he stumbled and said, "You don't have to call me Mr. Wen, just call me Wen Nian."

Lin Suiwen remained silent, and Wen Nian then said, "Yes, I can. I can sign the contract at any time, as long as...as long as I don't dance or sing."

After a few seconds, Lin Suiwen became very cold, his tone was not gentle, he said: "Don't worry, no one will force you anymore."

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