When Nancheng flowers bloom [entertainment circle]

The next morning, Nan Ting answered a phone call from his assistant.

Yu Cheng was still resting on his left arm, his sleepy eyes were dim, and he vaguely heard on the phone that Prince Sil would arrive at Binhai International Airport ahead of schedule...

Then I heard Nan Ting's short reply: "Notify the department executives that the meeting will take place in two hours."

Then, the phone was turned off with a "click".

Yu Cheng didn't move, and slightly opened one eye. Before he could see Nan Ting's face clearly, he heard the other party say: "Wake up and pretend to be asleep, is it just to peek at me?"

Seeing being exposed, Yu Cheng opened his eyes and pursed his mouth helplessly: "It was your call that woke me up, I didn't pretend to be asleep."

Nan Ting smiled and asked in a low voice: "Is there any announcement today, or I'll take you home after breakfast."

Yu Cheng sighed, shook his head again and again, how pitiful his mouth was pursed: "It used to be there, but now it's gone."

"You will act like a baby with me, it seems that the disease is cured." He said, reaching out to touch Yu Cheng's forehead.

Yu Cheng cleared his throat, put away his cute expression, and said solemnly: "Fang Yan is pretty good. I don't feel dizzy at all after I sleep. I'll go to the company later."

"What are you doing at the company?" Nan Ting frowned slightly, "Go home and rest without notice, watch movies and listen to music, and then wait for me to go home."

"I went to the company for a meeting, and Chi Mu said that I would plan for next year's work, and I just rescheduled the schedule when a few endorsements were taken away."

Yu Cheng said it calmly, but in fact, what he told him yesterday was to take advantage of the heat to buy a navy and create another wave for others.

Chi Mu's marketing methods are comparable to Jing Shang's public relations department. If you don't stop it, the headline of Ming'er's Weibo will be "The pure and good boy Yu Cheng rushed to the announcement with a headache, but was brutally raped by Heizi on the Internet, deliberately provoking Heizi's conscience." where?"

Yu Cheng really couldn't agree to such a miserable show.

Well, then Nanting said to send him back to Jingshang.

Yu Cheng shook his head: "I'll just go back by myself, don't you want to have a meeting, what else does Prince Sil want to see?"

Nan Ting was stunned for a moment, and said, "That's Prince Charles, not Prince Sil."

The name sounded awkward, Yu Cheng grinned awkwardly: "Okay, Prince Charles, so you go to see him, and I will go back with Luo Xu."

"It's better to send you back to the company first, and then I will go to the group."

"Farewell to Mr. Nan. Compared with your international affairs, I can handle the big things by myself."

Nan Ting was worried about him, but he was also familiar with his stubbornness. After hesitating for a moment, he replied softly: "Then I will send you back to Beicheng first, and then ask Ling Tian to pick you up."

Yu Cheng sighed: "Nanting, don't treat me like a three-year-old who can't live without people, it will make me feel very humiliated."

"You are wrong Yu Cheng, I am the one who can't live without you." Nan Ting blurted out, then lowered his eyelashes, "If possible, I would like to be that three-year-old child and let you carry me all the time."

This was said very seriously, but Yu Cheng couldn't understand, he just felt like his heart had been poked by something, causing an inexplicable pain.

He curled up in Nan Ting's arms, felt the warmth from Nan Ting's body, and smelled the cold fragrance in his arms.

Nan Ting didn't speak any more, as if he was waiting for his answer.The breath exhaled from his nose gently touched his ears, making him feel warm and itchy.

After a moment of silence, Yu Cheng raised his chin, just in time to meet Shang Nanting's drooping eyes, the bottomless black was vaguely gloomy, and this face that made people feel noble and indifferent, at this moment, showed a face that he had never seen before. the loneliness.

He couldn't help but caressed Nan Ting's cheek, and said with a smile: "It turns out that Mr. Nan, who is awe-inspiring, looks like this in private. Then I can consider it, and I will carry you with me when I go out."

With a joking tone, Nan Ting took it seriously.

He grabbed Yu Cheng's wrist, leaned closer to him, and stared at him: "Then carry me from now on, as long as you hold me, I don't want anything."

Yu Cheng was stunned suddenly.

Before, he always felt that Nan Ting was like a Tibetan mastiff that no one should enter, fierce and domineering, noble and indifferent, but at this moment, he felt that Nan Ting was more like a Braddol, who resisted people thousands of miles away and at the same time was still docile. Sticky side.

"Hmm... like, too much like it." Yu Cheng muttered unknowingly.

"What is it similar to?" Nan Ting was puzzled by the answer.

"You look a lot like Braddol."

"..." Nan Ting frowned slightly, as if he was not satisfied with this metaphor.

Yu Cheng smiled, raised his hand and rubbed the space between his brows: "Okay, I'm talking nonsense, get up and get down to business."

"You haven't answered what I just said." Nan Ting stared at him intently.

Yu Cheng thought for a while and said, "Okay, I'll get up now, and then I'll take you out."

He sat up, grabbed Nan Ting's arm that was numb from his sleep, and was about to get out of bed: "I will carry you to Nan's Group first, and then carry you back to Jingshang, is that okay?"

For a moment, Nan Ting showed a shy smile: "Yes, Master Brador."

***

At nine o'clock in the morning, a speeding blue Ferrari stopped at the main entrance of Nanshi Building.

This time was the rush hour for work, and it seemed that the vicinity of the building had been cleared. Yu Cheng raised his eyes and looked around, but he didn't see a single pedestrian passing by.

On the inner and outer sides of the lobby on the first floor, there were bodyguards and group executives standing upright.

Scanning casually, there were thirty or so executives in suits and leather shoes, plus countless bodyguards, almost a hundred people, all chanting "Mr. Nan!"

This scene is much bigger than the day when Nan Tingchu became the president of Jingshang.

Nanting and Yu Cheng got out of the car one after another, and those people's eyes widened instantly, showing expressions of excitement and restraint for a moment.

Top stars!Yu Cheng!real person!

They once thought that this scene was to welcome Yu Cheng, a big star, until Qi Rui, the general secretary of Nanting, stepped forward and said respectfully: "Mr. Nan, Prince Charles will arrive in 10 minutes."

All talents returned to normalcy.

Nan Ting nodded slightly at Qi Rui, expressionless, as indifferent as ever.

But when he walked up to Yu Cheng, he smiled at him, and then they walked into the building side by side.

The crowd was stunned again.

Qi Rui followed the two and was about to walk into the elevator, but Nan Ting stopped her: "You wait for me here, I'll be down later."

"Alright Mr. Nan." Qi Rui lowered her head and took a step back.

After the elevator door closed, Nan Ting turned to look at Yu Cheng: "The meeting is expected to take two hours, and I will try to finish it in one hour. You wait for me obediently in my office."

"Let's have a good meeting. You don't need to end it early for me. Just do whatever you want." He looked at Nanting, raised his eyebrows slightly, "Don't worry, I'll wait for you."

Nan Ting stroked his hair, leaned him against the corner of the elevator, bowed his head and said, "I can't bear to let you wait too long alone."

The elevator stops on the 88th floor.

A spacious and bright president's office, decorated in a very modern style.

Not to mention the small decorations, the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows alone are particularly attractive, and there is also a huge white desk, which is clean and tidy, and is the most conspicuous.

Even the sofa in the reception area is also a milky white semicircle, surrounded by a rectangular guest table, on which two pots of green plants add a touch of vitality to the minimalist office.

Nan Ting embraced him and walked in, motioning him to sit down on the sofa in the reception area.

Yu Cheng nodded, and casually glanced at the huge French windows. Sitting on the sofa, he could still see the scenery outside the window. When he raised his head slightly, he could see half of Binhai City at his feet. The prosperity is unobstructed.

With the minimalist style, broad vision, and dignified structure, it is hard for Yu Cheng to imagine that the same president works here and Jingshang's president's office.

"This is more like what a CEO's office should look like," Yu Cheng said.

Nan Ting took a deep breath: "It looks like it's there, but what I want is missing here."

"What do you want?" Yu Cheng asked.

Nan Ting bent down to get closer to him, his eyes slowly moved from his eyes to his lips: "I want to smell like you."

ah? !Yu Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at him.

Finally, he nodded with a vague understanding.

Only then did Nan Ting smile: "If staying here is boring, just walk around and keep the phone open."

Yu Cheng smirked at the elevator.

"The assistant is at the front desk, just call her if you need anything."

Yu Cheng nodded.

"and also......"

"Okay, I got it." Yu Cheng couldn't help interrupting him, "You're so long-winded!"

Nan Ting was speechless: ...the little guy actually disliked him for being long-winded.

Instantly put away his smile and put on a straight face, he simply gagged his mouth and kissed him hard before leaving reluctantly.