law of sunrise

"It's just work, do you mind?" Yang Xian let go of her hand, flicked her wrist, and asked incomprehensibly.

There were faint finger marks on Alpha's wrist, Lu Xi exerted great force and resisted, he leaned back into the bathtub, his tone was flat: "I don't think your actions just now are within the scope of work."

"We disagree, maybe you should take a break." Yang Xian stood up and said loudly: "Take a break for 10 minutes, and the makeup team will touch up Brother Xi's makeup."

As the crowd rushed up, Lu Xi squinted his eyes, staring at Yang Xian's back as he walked away from the crowd of people.

When she went out to smoke, she lowered her hand and twirled her fingertips. The plump fingertips were pressed down by the twirling action, turning pale and white. Yang Xian recalled the touch just now, and curled the corners of her lips mockingly. When she looked up, she saw Ye Rong standing He glared at her dissatisfied by the door.

"The task of escorting the money tree home is finished?" Yang Xian took out a lighter from her pocket. It was long and thin. When she pressed the flint, it sounded like a match. Taken out of thin air by one hand.

"Yang Xian!" The cigarette was broken, and the tobacco fell to the ground. Ye Rong crushed the poor cigarette with his toes: "What do you mean?"

"Don't call seniors by their names directly, or I will feel that you haven't learned etiquette and education well. What I taught you should not be just yelling at people." Throwing the lighter back into his pocket, leaning against the wall with folded arms, he watched Ye Rong's reprimand with cold eyes.

"I warned you not to touch Lu Xi." Ye Rong was like a brave man in the arena, picking up a sharp spear to poke Yang Xian's throat.

"You like him?" Yang Xian didn't quite understand. She tilted her head in doubt, and saw the sulk on Ye Rong's face after being misunderstood: "Is beta so popular these days?"

"Don't talk nonsense." Ye Rong scolded, she didn't have any improper thoughts about the artists under her - don't have emotions outside of work, this is what Yang Xian once taught Ye Rong, as a gold medal agent things, but she did not explain to her how to face the turmoil, betrayal, and sudden parting.

"Then you just like me." Yang Xian looked at Ye Rong with a funny face, she curled the end of Ye Rong's hair with her fingers and played with it, like stroking the fluff of a pet.When he smiled low, he looked a bit like he used to, gentle and pure, the mood he would only have when he was sincerely teasing someone.

"You, don't talk nonsense!" Ye Rong's heart was beating fast, but his words were still resolutely refuted. The strong mentality of not changing color in front of landslides and opening eyes to tell lies in the day-to-day work came in handy at this moment. She roared righteously.

"Okay." Yang Xian nodded, pretending to accept the rebuttal.

……

Perhaps it was because the subsequent filming was supervised by Ye Da's manager, Yang Xian did not do anything out of line like before, Lu Xi's emotion of "quickly call it a day and leave work" was written on his face, his expressiveness and cooperation were overwhelming , The film produced is comparable to the nomination promotional video of the International Film Awards.

In the afternoon, everyone happily finished work, excluding some people:

Lu Xi was very upset, he squeezed the drink bottle and squeaked it all the way, showing off his cool face and acting like a handsome guy;

Yang Xian looked very happy, but his sharp eyes flicked over Lu Xi and Ye Rong from time to time. In view of the cigarette that died earlier, he didn't touch the lighter once in the second half of the journey.

As for Ye Rong... Manager Ye is still acting resolutely, but there is a small red spot on her neck, which is said to be bitten by a mosquito. Who told her that she has type O blood, and she is even loved more than ordinary people There is one more copy—although most people don't want this kind of love.

"Leave a contact information, maybe there will be communication in the future." Before going out, Yang Xian raised her mobile phone to Lu Xi, exchanged views cordially and friendly, but was rejected by the big star with the eyes of "you are not worthy".

Three days later, Yang Xian, who couldn't get the contact information but wanted to continue the relationship, patted his thigh, and thought of a very wonderful contact method-then, Lu Xi received the first bundle in his life signed "Lu Xi" Red rose.

Lu Xi came out of the dance studio, walked to the rest room with his brothers, opened the door to surprise:

Ye Rong dismembered roses with fried skewers in her mouth. The manager who was always keen to maintain her figure had spicy oil on her lips. With her legs crossed and her posture wild, she disdainfully dismantled the petals one by one and threw them into the trash can.

Everyone had never seen such a wild manager, and they were all dumbfounded. The fourth child first grabbed the youngest who was about to scream, and drool.There is a large bouquet of red roses piled up on the desk, scattered like a husky crossing the border.

"Close your eyes and don't stare at my chicken wings." Ye Rong chewed on the chicken bone in an imageless manner, while enjoying the food, he complained angrily: "Give someone else roses, give me fried skewers, you must be sick..." "

Everyone: This woman is so scary, mom, I want to go home...

Lu Xi was ready to quit wisely, but was stopped by Ye Rong: "Xiaoxi, someone sent you a card and put it on the table. Take a look and give me a reply."

Lu Xi was taken aback, and went to the table to pick up a white card, which was a handwritten invitation card signed by Yang Xian.

"No, I'm not familiar with you." Lu Xi replied lightly.

The next day, after everyone came back from the cosmetics endorsement shooting scene, they pushed the door open:

Red and white roses are piled all over the ground, and there is no place to stay in the huge lounge. Countless roses bloom in the room with the aroma of coffee, just like stepping into a garden of flower cultivation.Ye Rong was sitting cross-legged on the table holding a computer and processing documents. There was no fried skewers in hand, and a cup of tea that seemed second only to clear water was left. She spoke amidst the chirping discussions of the crowd:

"Hey, who... bought it for you. There is also a card on the table. Give me a reply after reading it."

Lu Xi stepped on the roses all over the ground and walked to the table, his trouser legs were stained with floral dew. He picked up a delicate and blooming white rose and put it in his heart, and carefully picked up the gold-edged card on the table.

The handwriting is very familiar, and no one signs it, but it is better than leaving a brand.

"Don't take other people's roses indiscriminately."

Lu Xi restrained his smile, but frowned.