man in suit

"I'm sorry, Angkor, I, I didn't do it on purpose, I will definitely pay attention next time!" The accompanist holding the violin bent over and lowered his head, a red mark was hit on his forehead by the microphone, and he was so nervous I can't speak clearly.

"Next time? Do you fucking want to have a next time?!" Lifting his foot, Wu Xin kicked the accompanist hard in the stomach. Seeing the accompanist being beaten to the ground, he curled up and dared not resist The staff next to him were all silent and did not dare to say a word.

Even if there is an idea of ​​pleading in my heart, I can't show it. It is tantamount to courting death to fight Wu Xin, a big star who is popular and being promoted. No one wants to lose this good job that allows them to live in the first district safely. Dare to say a word about Wu Xin.

But it is not without exception.

"It's not good to be so irritable." With his hands in his trouser pockets, the man in a black shirt was leaning against the door with a slight smile on his face. His broad and flat shoulders were like a clothes hanger, and his narrow waist was as straight as if cut by a knife. However, it reveals a handsome neatness and cleanliness.

Wu Xin, who originally wanted to continue beating someone, was obviously taken aback when he saw the man who suddenly appeared, and his attention instantly shifted from the poor accompanist to Ming Chen by the door.

Quickly putting away the irritability and anger on his face, Wu Xin raised his chin slightly and looked at Ming Chen with a little disdain: "It's you, if you don't recover from your illness, shouldn't you stay in a mental hospital?"

It was unabashedly malicious.

With a faint smile, Ming Chen ignored the vicious attack in Wu Xin's words, raised his legs and walked into the rehearsal hall, looked around like a stroll in the courtyard, looked at the basically furnished hall and said: "This is where the dinner party will be held today. Place, are you a guest performer?"

Without looking at Wu Xin, Ming Chen walked to the round dining table close to the stage, raised his hand and patted the back of the chair, sat down leisurely with his hands on the back of the chair, and waved to the waiter beside him: "Some Fresh fruit, thank you."

"What does it have to do with you?" Wu Xin folded his hands on his chest, and winked at the manager at the side. The manager quickly drove all the rehearsal staff out of the hall, but after a while, there were only three or four people left in the kung fu hall. .

"Did I interrupt your rehearsal? It's a pity, I still want to watch your rehearsal before the official performance."

The waiter brought the fruit plate, Mingchen smiled lightly, picked up a bright red strawberry and took a bite, the calm and elegant temperament of this man was very different from the sensitive and ridiculous Mingchen in Wu Xin's impression, if you want to Changing a person's deep-rooted impression is not something that can be done with a few simple actions.

At least in Wu Xin's eyes, Ming Chen is still the sensitive man in his impression.

If it was before, Ming Chen would just hide, instead of deliberately finding this difficult big star who has always held great malice towards him, and would not take the initiative to appear in front of Wu Xin like he is now.

"Are you trying to commit suicide and start giving up on yourself? Even if you lost your memory, you should always remember who you are. He Wenxuan brought you out. You wouldn't naively think that you really came out to relax and play?" Wu Xin sneered. .

After eating a sweet and juicy strawberry, Ming Chen said calmly: "I think we all know who we are, which is probably why you are so angry today? Indeed, for those who can't see their identities clearly , Disillusionment is indeed a difficult thing to accept.”

Wiping the corners of his mouth with a tissue, Ming Chen stood up holding the fruit plate, wrinkling his nose deliberately: "I heard that Little Black has some special hobbies in certain areas," he looked sympathetically at the livid-faced Wu Xin , "Good luck, oh, by the way, I forgot to say something to you that day, happy birthday."

Just like when he came here, he leisurely left the hall with the unfinished fruit plate, turning a blind eye to the hostile gaze nailed to his back behind him.