The boss wants me to fall asleep every night

The signing of the agreement was settled a few days ago.

At the beginning, President Wang of Yihua Entertainment was not willing to surrender Shen and Qiu to others.

"Mr. Yi, Mr. Wang from Yihua Entertainment is still unwilling to let Mr. Shen sign an agreement with us."

The special assistant Cheng Ming reported to Yi Sheng the answer about Mr. Wang of Yihua Entertainment during the phone call.

"Yeah." Yi Sheng's deep voice came from the receiver of the phone, and Cheng Ming couldn't help but tense up.

"Ask again."

Yi Sheng spoke slowly, his tone was very gentle, but somehow it made people chill: "If he still disagrees, replace the boss of Yihua Entertainment."

Cheng Ming quickly whispered: "Yes."

People in the business reception were all laughing and toasting each other and chatting, hoping to have more business talks and make more contacts.

Yi Sheng was sitting on the sofa in the corner of the reception. He was dressed in a black suit, making his whole body look terribly stern. The light fell on his indifferent and sharp handsome facial features, adding a touch of indifference to strangers.

But even so, he was still the focus of attention, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that he was in a bad mood, and no one dared to rush forward to disturb him.

Even in this reception, the person they most want to chat with is Yi Sheng.

Only Lin Chengjun approached without fear of death.

Lin Chengjun held the wine glass, shook the wine in it, and asked with a smile: "Boss Yi, you are in a bad mood. Did Yihua Entertainment offend you?"

Yi Cheng turned his face to look at him, with a cold smile in his eyes: "Wine can't stop your mouth?"

Lin Chengjun shrugged, took a sip of wine, and couldn't help asking: "Could it be about the little star you mentioned last time? Yihua Entertainment won't let anyone go? Is it so popular?"

Yi Sheng didn't answer, but only gave him a sideways glance, his eyes were very calm and had no warmth.

Lin Chengjun was seen trembling, and silently closed his mouth.

It's horrible, I feel like I'm going to be beaten.

Yihua Entertainment.

"Forgive me for not being able to agree to your request for the time being. Shen and Qiu are artists of our company, and any work done should be carefully considered and approved by our company. Regarding your request for our artists to sign an agreement with you, we still have It will take time to consider further..."

After Cheng Ming hung up the phone, he walked into the reception room expressionlessly, sat on the sofa and listened to Mr. Wang doing Tai Chi around the bend, with cold eyes.

Mr. Wang was terrified by Cheng Ming's look, and he also bit the bullet and laughed.

He didn't even know why, the head of the Yi family would suddenly send someone to ask for someone, or would Shen Heqiu go and sing to him.

Their company managed to hide Shen Heqiu's situation, and they planned to lose Shen Heqiu after the remaining value and enthusiasm in Shen Heqiu were exhausted.

But now Yi Sheng came suddenly and caught them off guard. He even rejected their proposal to replace Shen and Qiu after he hinted that Shen and Qiu's current state is not suitable for music-related work.

"I think I should have given you time to think about it." Cheng Ming said coldly, "So what is your answer to me?"

Mr. Wang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead under the pressure, and said tremblingly, "Tezhu Cheng...Look, if you don't mind...can we...refuse?"

"Yes." Cheng Ming said, before Mr. Wang could heave a sigh of relief, he said again, "Then Mr. Yi means that Mr. Wang probably doesn't mind changing the president of this company?"

Mr. Wang looked at Cheng Ming's calm gaze, which was very calm, but it made him feel cold all over.

It seemed to him that it suddenly occurred to him that the person standing behind Cheng Ming only needed to move his fingers to make him lose his foothold in this city.

Mr. Wang took a deep breath, and under the great sense of panic and oppression, he nodded in trepidation and agreed to the request, agreeing to let Shen Heqiu sign an agreement with the other party, and let go of Shen Heqiu's cash cow.

In this way, he can at least get a lot of money from Shen Heqiu.

Cheng Ming nodded: "Then I will come to sign an agreement with Mr. Shen later, please inform Mr. Shen in time."

Mr. Wang nodded again and again: "Yes...that's for sure."

He understood now that the new Patriarch of the Nancheng Yi Family had his eye on Shen Heqiu, and asking someone to sing was just a cover.

That's right, it's perfectly normal for Shen Heqiu to look like this.

After all, that face is really pretty.

The waiter in the western restaurant politely and carefully brought up the lemonade, Shen Heqiu and Liang Hong nodded, then quickly turned around and left.

Shen Heqiu stared at the glass cup in front of him. There were many small drops of water stuck to the transparent cup wall, and it was slowly sliding down.

He blinked sleepily, and slowly blinked away the trapped water vapor.

He just took the medicine before he went out, and now the medicine is probably taking effect.

On the way here by car, he didn't understand a word his new manager Liang Hong said.Liang Hong spoke too fast, but his thinking was too slow.

Although Liang Hong had only been Shen Heqiu's manager for less than a week, when he saw Shen Heqiu staring at the cup in a daze, he knew that nothing he said just now was heard.

He frowned impatiently, and his anger rose all of a sudden.

"Don't pretend to be dead! Didn't I tell you yesterday that you are coming to sign the agreement today? This is the last resource the company will give you."

Liang Hong's voice was a bit loud, and Shen Heqiu was stunned by the roar, only feeling the buzzing in his head.

Resources provided by the company?Shen Heqiu read this sentence in his heart slowly, his heart trembled uneasily, and he subconsciously grabbed the silver bracelet on his left wrist.

Shen Heqiu looked at Liang Hong with a nervous expression, as if frightened by Liang Hong's sudden words.He opened his eyes slightly, and the engraved pattern on the silver bracelet made his fingertips turn white: "Is... singing?"

Looking at Shen Heqiu's ignorant eyes, Liang Hong wanted to laugh in his heart, and there was a bit of sarcasm on his face: "What resources? Use waste."

"You can't sing or write songs now. You are just a beautiful vase. The company sold your waste to the Yi family. Anyway, aren't you short of money recently?"

"Don't worry, the money that should be given to you will not be less." Liang Hong sneered.

He rudely drank the glass of water in front of him, and then slammed the empty glass on the table.

Shen Heqiu's minds were blanked by the sound.

Liang Hong didn't speak very quickly this time. He heard clearly, but he didn't understand.

Shen Heqiu pursed his lips tightly, without saying a word, the already pale lips were pursed even paler.

He got along with Liang Hong not long ago, but felt that the other party had a bad temper and would yell at him every now and then, which was completely different from his previous manager.

Shen Heqiu didn't dare to ask Liang Hong what he meant, so he lowered his head again and quietly continued to stare at the glass in front of him.

The atmosphere fell silent, Liang Hong glanced at Shen and Qiu.

The young man was wearing a white knitted sweater, but the lightest plain white became the most gorgeous and magnificent color because of the delicate face.

Shen Heqiu has cold white skin, and his amber eyes seem to be radiant when he looks at them, and when his eyelashes are lowered, he has a charming sense of fragility.

His hair is a little longer and hangs obediently on the side of the ear, which makes him look tender and tender, like a white rose raised in a greenhouse.

The silver bracelet shone with a warm luster on his slender white wrist. Since Liang Hong became Shen Heqiu's manager, he had never seen Shen Heqiu take it off. The silver leaf is engraved with the word "autumn".

The anger in Liang Hong's chest subsided a bit, he was not the upper management of the company, how the upper management decided to "sell" Shen and Qiu is too unclear.

But he smacked his lips and thought, Shen and Qiu look so good, it's no wonder that the company will match up with the new head of the Yi family, and they can make a fortune at the end.

For Shen Heqiu, who has lost their value now, being able to catch up with the Yi family, a generational wealthy family in Nancheng, is already considered a great blessing.

Liang Hong pondered for a moment that the Yi family controlled more than half of the Nancheng economy, and felt that as long as the owner of the Yi family could leak a little money from his hands, the company would probably laugh so hard that he could get a lot of it. benefit.

Rubbing his fingers, he only felt that a large sum of money was about to go into his pocket, and greed appeared on his face.

The welcome bell at the entrance of the western restaurant rang, and someone walked in this direction.

The visitor was dressed in formal attire, with neatly combed hair, carrying a briefcase and took a seat opposite Shen Heqiu and the others.

Shen Heqiu straightened his back in stress, and tightened his grip on the silver bracelet on his wrist.

"Hello, I'm Mr. Yi's assistant, Cheng Ming." Cheng Ming stretched out his hand calmly.

Before Shen Heqiu could react, Liang Hong smiled obsequiously, and hastily reached out his hand, intending to shake hands with Cheng Ming.

Cheng Ming staggered Liang Hong's extended hand, his expression was indifferent, and his attitude was not very polite: "I'm talking to Mr. Shen."

Liang Hong shyly withdrew his hand from Shang Cheng Ming's cold gaze, muttering in his heart, he was just an assistant with an airs.

"Mr. Shen?" Cheng Ming turned to look at Shen Heqiu, his attitude was much gentler than when he was facing Liang Hong, and his tone was respectful.

Shen Heqiu slowly raised his head. He hesitated under Cheng Ming's gaze, but he let go of his clenched hand, held it timidly, and whispered, "...Hello."

His voice was thin and soft, like the cry of a milk cat, or like a feather that plucks people's itch.

Cheng Ming, who was expressionless, showed his first smile after meeting: "Hello."

The other party's attitude was unexpectedly gentle and polite, Shen Heqiu withdrew his hand, heaved a sigh of relief, and smiled back slightly, like a flash in the pan.

Cheng Ming was dazzled by his harmless and beautiful smile, and a subtle sense of guilt rose in his heart.

It seems that he is still a young child, and Mr. Yi doesn't know what he wants to do. Taking advantage of the fact that he is hidden by the company, he insists on asking him to come here.

Cheng Ming sighed inaudibly, took out a contract from his briefcase, and placed it on the table.

"Mr. Yi originally wanted to talk to you about this matter in person, but he has a meeting that is not over yet, so he entrusted me to talk to you."

Shen Heqiu didn't move, he just lowered his eyes, staring at the contract pushed in front of him on the table, feeling very dazed.

what is this?

Seeing that Shen Heqiu hadn't moved for a long time, Liang Hong stabbed Shen Heqiu's waist with his elbow impatiently, and scolded in a low voice, "Why are you standing still!"

Shen Heqiu was hit by Liang Hong, and his sensitive waist immediately felt fine and dense pain, his complexion turned pale, his eye circles turned red immediately, and he regained consciousness from the pain.

He rubbed his painful waist, endured the tears that were about to fall from the pain, bit his lips tightly, and picked up the contract.

Cheng Ming has been paying attention to Shen Heqiu's actions.

From the moment they met, he found that Shen Heqiu seemed to be very bad at communicating with people. They were always in a tense state, laughed timidly, spoke very softly, and didn't talk much, and looked soft and quiet.

In the early spring season, the temperature has warmed up a lot.The heating in the restaurant is also considered sufficient, Cheng Ming even felt that the suit was a little stuffy, and his face was full of heat.

But Shen Heqiu's face was pale, as if he lost his blood due to the cold.

Probably because of nervousness, his lowered eyelashes were trembling uncomfortably, like butterfly wings struggling for death, his lips were also bitten red by himself, and the sockets and ends of his eyes were also red, making people think that he was not I'm about to cry.

Cheng Ming thought to himself, Mr. Yi would like the appearance, but the other party's nervousness seemed to be beyond the normal range.

Seeing that Shen Heqiu looked up, as if to ask, Cheng Ming was afraid of scaring people, so he softened his tone a little, and asked, "Mr. Shen, do you have any questions about the agreement?"

Shen Heqiu raised his head, his fingers tightly pinched the white papers, his lips were red from being bitten by himself, his amber eyes were full of uneasiness and bewilderment, and there was inadvertent innocence in his brows and eyes: "Mr. ... want me to sing to him?"

The agreement was written all about the relevant regulations on Mr. Yi's insomnia requiring him to sing to help him fall asleep. Each item was listed in detail, and Shen and Qiu could understand it no matter how dazed they were.

Cheng Ming coughed lightly, followed Yi Sheng's instructions, and patiently explained: "Yes, I think the agreement is very clear. Mr. Yi needs your assistance in treatment."

"You don't have to worry too much. This agreement will not adversely affect you. Apart from the need to move into Mr. Yi's house temporarily, you can continue to work as an artist. Mr. Yi will not interfere with you in other aspects, even If you need it, the remuneration part can be converted into any resources you need."

"If you still feel that there are any terms that need to be revised, you can raise them now, and Mr. Yi will modify them as appropriate."

Liang Hong was listening, almost wanting to laugh out loud.

Although it is written like this, anyone with a discerning eye knows what it means.

He wants people to stay here, and he wants people to sing to him. What else could it be?He hadn't heard that the head of the Yi family in Nancheng suffered from insomnia.Liang Hong thought contemptuously.

But he would not remind Shen Heqiu that he was not the one who was abandoned by the company.

Obviously, Shen Heqiu didn't quite understand either, so he looked down at the words on the contract again, the words were in black and white, and there was no room for mistaken recognition.

"But..." Shen Heqiu frowned, gritted his teeth lightly, rolled the words in his mouth several times, and asked in a low voice, "Why me?"

He didn't understand that if this Mr. Yi was only short of a candidate to sing a lullaby, the other party didn't have to choose him at all.

Now he has realized what Liang Hong said before, Mr. Yi should have a high status.There are so many singers in the entertainment industry, with Mr. Yi's status, he just needs to wave his hand and someone will eagerly lean forward.

Besides

"I... can't sing anymore."

Shen Heqiu's eye sockets still had some mist, he spoke slowly, his voice soft and soft.

As soon as Liang Hong heard Shen Heqiu's opening, he had a bad feeling. When he heard Shen Heqiu say that he couldn't sing, his face immediately turned ugly.

They have been hiding this matter until now, they just want to get more benefits before the matter is exposed, whether it is from fans or from Yi Sheng, after all, Shen Heqiu is soft-tempered, and it would be better to leave his former manager Take control.

Liang Hong spat in his heart, and stared at Shen Heqiu viciously.

Shen Heqiu caught a glimpse of Liang Hong's ugly face, shyly and fearfully avoided the other party's sight, with red eye rims shedding a few drops of tears.

He couldn't sing or compose after his accident on the stage. It has been two or three months since the incident, and the company is still keeping it from him. No word has been leaked to the outside world. Mr. Yi probably doesn't know about it. This is why he was chosen.

Shen Heqiu wiped away the tears from the corners of their eyes, and slowly put the contract back on the table.

The heating in the restaurant might not be turned on enough, Shen and Qiu felt a little cold, and their hands and feet felt cold for a while.

Music used to be everything to him, all his happiness was tied to it like a kite.

Now that the string is broken, the kite flies away.

Shen Heqiu hung his head, his nose was sore, and his eyes were hot.

But admitting that I can't sing is not as difficult as I imagined.

The chest is a little dull, maybe it's because of the side effects of the medicine.

"Mr. Yi knows about this."

Cheng Ming's voice reached his ears, and Shen Heqiu looked up at the other side in a daze. There was still a little water in the amber eyes, which made people feel soft-hearted.

Cheng Ming couldn't hold back his attitude and softened a little. He also handed the black pen in his hand to Shen Heqiu, and said softly, "Mr. Yi knows that you can't sing for a while, but it's not a big deal."

"He is willing to wait for you to recover, only your singing can work on his insomnia."

"Mr. Shen, if you have no other questions, please sign."