my secret ex boyfriend

"You're not in the right shape today." After getting into the nanny's car, the manager Zhang Xinran turned his head from the front seat and said to Qi Wangshu: "Is it because you haven't gotten enough sleep recently? The schedule these days is really tight."

Qi Wangshu's studio has just been established for more than a month, and has not even recruited new employees. The few people including the boss Qi Wangshu have been in a state of being overwhelmed.

Zhang Xinran was assigned to him by the company two months ago, temporarily taking over the position of former manager Wei Xiao.However, she can only be regarded as Qi Wangshu's executive manager, responsible for arranging the itinerary and connecting with various parties and other trivial matters. Now only Qi Wangshu has the final say on major matters such as accepting plays and endorsements.

And Qi Wangshu put in all his efforts to get this kind of ability.

"It's okay." Qi Wangshu lay on the back seat and closed his eyes to rest, "I've explained to you, is it done?"

"You mean looking for a screenwriter?" Zhang Xinran watched Qi Wangshu's face from the rearview mirror. Even though he just closed his eyes and showed no expression on his face, she still felt nervous for no reason. I contacted your classmate, maybe there will be news in the next two days."

Wei Xiao, Qi Wangshu's former manager, is not only a gold medal broker in the industry, but also a minority shareholder of the company, holding a lot of power in his hands.Even so, Qi Wangshu made him into a mess, and in the end he had to resign as Qi Wangshu's agent under the pressure of all parties.Zhang Xinran had only brought two third-tier artists before, and suddenly he went straight to the clouds and took a high position. He was always afraid that if he didn't pay attention, he would anger Qi Wangshu, a master of few words and ruthless, and fall worse than Wei Xiao.

Qi Wangshu didn't speak any more, even with his eyes closed, he couldn't calm down.

He changed his hairstyle, changed his glasses, and lost a little weight when he hugged him. He still smelled faintly of cigarettes. Thinking of this, he opened his eyes and looked out the window with a frown.

When did An Ling learn to smoke?

On the way home, Anling was scolded by Ms. Li because he gave the signed poster to someone else instead of keeping it for his mother.

"You and him..." Ms. Li finally asked cautiously.

An Ling smiled wryly, "Mom, my relationship with him is now a stranger, not as good as you, don't think about it."

"This..." Ms. Li looked at the look on his face, and said distressedly: "It's Mom who came here today, I thought... Forget it, son, you have such a good eye, don't worry, Mom, I will find a new partner in the future. Don't hide it, show it to Mom."

An Ling hugged Ms. Li and nodded.

After finally being quiet for a while, the phone in his pocket started to vibrate again. He took it out to check the caller ID, and raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Xu Chaofan?

"Anling?" Xu Chaofan's voice came from the phone after the call was connected.

With a cigarette in his mouth, An Ling shook off the lighter and lit it, and replied vaguely, "It's me."

"Why did you suddenly remember to call me? Borrowing money?" I remembered that the two of them hadn't contacted each other for several months.

"Yes, I'm wanted by the police, lend me 200 million, and I'll take your sister-in-law on the run." Xu Chaofan laughed while talking over there, "I'm not joking, let's talk about business, let me introduce you to a Live, do you want to do it or not?"

"What kind of job? Being a bodyguard, escorting you and your sister-in-law to escape?" Anling Diaoerlang didn't take it seriously locally, what kind of job could Xu Chaofan introduce to him.

"Hey!" Xu Chaofan knew his virtues, so he couldn't get angry, "One Star Studio, I want to find a screenwriter, mainly to help analyze the script, I'm not very busy, you can just help to read it after work."

Nowadays, star studios usually invite a screenwriter to provide some professional advice when choosing a script.

"Me? You know I'm a small civil servant now, and I usually write manuscripts for magazines to earn some extra money," An Ling felt a little strange when he heard him say so easily, "Ask me to be a screenwriter, you are a black fan of this star Right?" The words I just learned today are used like this.

"People read the script you wrote when you were in college, and think you are fine," Xu Chaofan lowered his voice, "Five figures a month."

As a part-time job without going to work, it is indeed a lot.

"Which star?" An Ling finished smoking a cigarette and was pressing the butt of the cigarette into the ashtray.

There was a pause on the phone, "I can't talk about this for now, but this job is really good. You should think about it carefully. The contract has been prepared a long time ago and can be signed at any time."

"Qi Wangshu?" He didn't mean to be affectionate.Xu Chaofan works in the city's repertory theater troupe, and his position is not high. Usually, he has no access to any celebrity studios that need scriptwriters. Even he can be regarded as the only celebrity he knows.

"Hey," Xu Chaofan sneered, "Did you guess it? I was really surprised when his agent approached me. I thought he had forgotten about us!"

"After graduation, he disappeared without a trace, and no one can be contacted. I still remember you looking for people to inquire about him." He seemed to be a little emotional, talking endlessly, "Yesterday, a woman suddenly came to me and said it was him. Manager, let me help you contact you, and you still have to hide it from you. It can’t be said that it’s Qi Wangshu’s studio, so I’m wondering, is this a surprise or something...” At the end Xu Chaofan laughed again, and the old man reunited It is indeed a happy event.

Anling listened to this string in silence, then took out another cigarette and lit it. Over there, Xu Chaofan heard the sound of a lighter, interrupted his memories of the past and began to persuade him, "Anling, you should smoke less, you are still young, aren't you? ,Don't……"

"Don't worry about you," he interrupted Xu Chaofan, leaning back on the back of the chair, raising his head slightly and exhaling smoke towards the ceiling, "You give me the phone number of his agent, and we will talk face to face."

An Ling and Qi Wangshu have been in love for more than two years, and from the beginning to the end, they are the only ones who know about it.Everyone else in the drama club only thought they were on good terms, and with An Ling's nonchalant temperament, he could flirt with anyone. Qi Wangshu is so good-looking, it's normal to flirt a little more, no one would Think of them elsewhere.At that time, An Ling yelled "I love you" to Qi Wangshu who was taking a curtain call on the stage, but there was only laughter from the audience. seriously.

Even Qi Wangshu didn't believe it. After stepping down from the stage, he sullenly told An Ling not to be silly.An Ling blinked innocently, "How can I bear it?"

He has never been a person who can bear it. When someone scolded him a bastard when he was a child, he could kick someone down in front of the parent of the other party, and he couldn't bear it for a second.

Now he couldn't bear it anymore, Qi Wangshu left without giving him an answer three years ago, he had already endured it, and now he came to provoke him for no reason, he couldn't help but have to ask clearly.

When Zhang Xinran received the call from Anling, Qi Wangshu was by her side. His new play was about to start in these two days, and they had just arrived at the hotel where they were going to stay.

"An Ling?" When she heard the other party's name, she didn't react for a while, but Qi Wangshu, who was walking in front, suddenly turned around and stared at the phone in her hand.

"I'm sorry, Mr. An, you can only discuss the contract with me. Qi Wangshu's schedule is too tight. I'm afraid I don't have the time." Zhang Xinran was a little trembling under Qi Wangshu's gaze, and politely declined An Ling's request to see Qi Wangshu as soon as he came up. .

"I have time." Qi Wangshu said suddenly.

"What?" Zhang Xinran was a little confused.

"Give me your phone," Qi Wangshu held out his hand to her, "I'll tell him."

"Anling, it's me, Qi Wangshu."

The person on the phone suddenly changed to Qi Wangshu, An Ling was stunned for a while, and remained silent for a long time.

"Your manager said you don't have time," he said slowly, "but I want to meet with you, just spare half an hour for me."

"Okay," Qi Wangshu said, "You decide the time and place."

"No, let's listen to your manager," An Ling laughed, "But it's best after I get off work, I don't have much time."

There was silence for two seconds, "What about now?"

An Ling took the phone away and looked at the time. It was six in the afternoon and said, "Okay, you can ask your agent to send me the address later."

"En." Qi Wangshu only replied one word, but he didn't mention the matter of hanging up the phone, and An Ling didn't urge him, so the two of them remained silent on the phone, only the sound of the other's breathing mixed with the electric current could be heard.

"Qi Wangshu," An Ling laughed first, "The past few years have been pretty good, I don't dare to recognize you anymore, do you still dare to recognize me?"

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone. The purpose of these words was to vent. He didn't want to hear the other party's answer at all.Unexpectedly, 2 minutes later, a text message from an unknown number came to the phone.

"Dare. ×× hotel ××× room."