who do you want me to replace

"You seem to..." Wen Feixun's tone was a bit condensed, "I don't really like the movie scripts I introduced to you."

So far, none have been accepted.

"...I don't have a shortage of filming. The scripts of the last two films that have just wrapped up are of good quality. It's a pity to give up."

Wen Feixun frowned and wanted to refute, but he stopped suddenly. He suddenly remembered that he didn't seem to know what types of scenes Jiang Yu had filmed in the past half a year, and the other party rarely mentioned them in front of him. .

The two of them have had many intimate contacts, but the number of exchanges is very little. They usually meet before nightfall and leave before dawn.

There are very few memories of eating at a table like this, and more impressions are the shaking and blurred face in the dark night, and Jiang Yu's terribly sexy panting when he pressed against his ear.

Thinking of those pictures, Wen Feixun suddenly suffocated his breath, turned his head slightly, and realized very clearly that he didn't seem to know Jiang Yu at all.

He didn't know the name of the play that Jiang Yu had just finished, what kind of role Jiang Yu wanted to play, whether the rubbing of the other party's stomach when he just walked in was because of a stomach problem, or whether he was in the entertainment industry now, What kind of situation and position is Jiang Yu in?

It seems that he has only seen two movies of this person, and the one that won the award is precisely the reason why he knew Jiang Yu.

This kind of cognition suddenly made Wen Feixun feel very uncomfortable, but the source of the discomfort was shrouded in a hazy white mist, which made him unable to see the reason. These emotions are suppressed.

——Jiang Yu didn't do anything wrong, he shouldn't be responsible for his inexplicable anger for no reason.

Although he knew that the anger might be related to the person in front of him, Wen Feixun didn't know how to explain it to himself. It was obvious that Jiang Yu just quietly drank a bowl of fish soup in front of him.

And he always thought that Jiang Yu was willing to get in touch with him further because of his career prospects, but now he didn't know how accurate this idea was.

"What are you thinking? Your face is not very good," Jiang Yu sized him up while eating, "Too tired from work?"

Ever since he learned the reason why Wen Feixun came to him from Yue Guang in private nine months ago, in Jiang Yu's heart, he defined his relationship with Wen Feixun as mutual comfort.

Regarding the actor who went abroad, if Wen Feixun didn't take the initiative to talk about it, he wouldn't take the initiative to ask.

But now, thanks to Wen Feixun, after eating two bowls of fish soup, his stomach pain was relieved slightly, and the nerves in his brain were no longer tense and throbbing.

But Wen Feixun obviously didn't have that thought, and after shaking his head flatly, he brought the topic back to him.

"Not tired, do you have any plans to set up a studio? I remember that your current contract seems to be signed by a brokerage company. This kind of company has many restrictions, high commissions, and lack of close cooperation between departments. It is not a good choice. "

Jiang Yu blinked slowly: "Why do you suddenly remember to ask this?"

"I heard them chatting with my friends when I was playing cards before, and I wanted to ask you."

"Whether there is a company or not, each has its own advantages and disadvantages. It cannot be generalized. My situation is quite suitable for cooperation with professional companies. My own influence is not too great. It is a bit difficult to work alone, and professional talents are not easy to find."

"You don't have much influence yet?" Wen Feixun raised his eyebrows, "Didn't you say you won the actor?"

Jiang Yu smiled and shook his head: "How many movie kings have there been in the past, and how many of them can you name now?"

He took a sip of his tea: "What's more, I'm an actor who was awarded by a niche literary film. Not many people have seen that film, and I'm young. I only joined the film after graduating from university. The number of works is small and not heavy enough. Public awareness is limited, and there is still a long way to go.”

Wen Feixun stared at him in silence for a long while, then lowered his eyes to crush the small pieces of tender fish in the bowl with chopsticks, and said lightly: "Then it's up to you, I have a friend who runs a brokerage company, my... new company establishment procedures It's almost over, if you want to stay in another place, you can find me, and I promise to give you the best treatment."

"...Okay." Jiang Yu smiled perfunctorily with his eyes bent.

He knew Wen Feixun's intentions, and after being together for nine months, he could somewhat understand Wen Feixun's character.

Born with a golden spoon in his mouth, he controlled such a large company at a young age. He has arrogance and ruthlessness, but his character is not bad.

This person regarded him as a temporary substitute, and would want to make up for it in other ways. Jiang Yu always felt this way, and Wen Feixun always seemed to behave this way in front of him.

Although Wen Feixun didn't know that Jiang Yu knew about the existence of the actor who went abroad from the beginning.

And Jiang Yu himself has secrets that he doesn't want to reveal. For him, maintaining the current relationship is the best and the most fair.

He didn't want to take advantage of Wen Feixun.

Besides, Zhong Mo's worry is not unreasonable. It is still unknown whether these "cheaps" will eventually become sharp knives stabbing him.

The wind started to blow outside, but the room was always warm. After eating half of the meal, Jiang Yu was dizzy from the residual alcohol in his body. The thin layer of water made Wen Feixun's heart skip a beat. He frowned and glanced away, and after half a second he couldn't help but look over.

"...Stop laughing."

Jiang Yu supported his head with one hand on his chin, and his smile deepened. The skin on his face seemed to be glowing in the halo, and the fine fluff was clearly visible.

His voice was hoarse than usual, but his tone rose with joy, and he sounded frivolous and seductive: "You can't even laugh, Mr. Wen is so annoying? Then make you cry?"

Wen Feixun resisted the urge to pinch that face and take another bite, his eyes darkened, and he smiled coldly: "If you want to cry, I can help you."

"...Then I'd better laugh, I don't like crying very much."

"Hmm..." Wen Feixun sized him up, "Are you sure you can still smile when you go back?"

"Try it." Jiang Yu said.

Wen Feixun looked at his expression that seemed to be a smile that wasn't a smile, the peachy face after drunk, the slow blinking eyes as if they were hooked, which tickled his heart, and the evil fire in his body burned more and more. Suddenly, he gritted his teeth fiercely: "Try it and try it."

He stood up and straightened his clothes, reached out to support the person who also stood up staggeringly, and frowned: "Why are you so poor at drinking?"

"Huh? Oh... Each other each other."

Wen Feixun was expressionless: "I should still be much better than you. I drank two bottles of red wine that day."

"It's amazing. The cocktails I drink are red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue, and purple. Seven glasses."

"..."

Jiang Yu glanced at President Wen Da's gradually darkening face with a smile, and felt very happy. He actually didn't think he was drunk. Although he was dizzy, he was at least awake and his IQ was still there.

But alcohol probably does affect part of people's emotions. He interpreted Wen Feixun's aggrieved mood of "who wants to argue with a drunk" on his face at the moment, and felt that he had regained the happiness of a five-year-old child again.

"I won," he said.

Wen Feixun's expression changed several times, and finally he sneered: "Spiritual victory."

"...Hahahahaha Wen Feixun, you are so childish!"

"Aren't you the childish one!? Who did the comparison first!?"

"It's you." Jiang Yu answered very smoothly.

"...It's your size!"

Wen Feixun's palm on Jiang Yu's elbow became more and more forceful, and his bones seemed to be crushed by him. Jiang Yu smiled and hid, and suddenly saw a person running in the yard outside the half-open door. The restaurant manager who brought him here.

"Did something happen?"

Manager Xu trotted to the door and saw two people in the room looking over, so he didn't knock on the door again, and explained the situation directly: "Mr. , do you need the restaurant to send security guards to drive people away?"

Before Wen Feixun could speak, Jiang Yu sneered: "He didn't come to the store, so he just sent him away. I'm afraid it's inappropriate, and you will make trouble when the time comes."

"Then how do you do it? Let them shoot you?" Wen Feixun frowned.

"Just shoot it, it's not a big deal, and besides... people don't necessarily come to shoot me."

"...Then who else?"

"Want to know?"

Jiang Yu put his shoulders close to his ears, in front of Manager Xu, the hot breath sprayed into Wen Feixun's cochlea, like a fine wind swirling in, making his breathing disordered for a moment , There was also a trace of panic cracked on the frosty face, and he almost didn't tense up.

He glanced at the already petrified Manager Xu, and grabbed Jiang Yu's waist: "You are so energetic? Then you don't have to go to bed early tonight, just have fun. Going to bed late and getting up early is a respect for time and life. Don't move around. Lie flat."

"..."

"Boss Wen is amazing." Jiang Yu still didn't back away, leaning on Wen Feixun's shoulders to support his body, his voice was sticky and weak, but it was enough for the other two people in the room to hear: "When I came in before, I saw a recent A very popular female star is also eating here, and the paparazzi is taking pictures of her, Manager Xu should know, right?"

"...Hehehe, there are indeed paparazzi outside. I was afraid of disturbing the two of you, so I wanted to say something."

Manager Xu averted his eyes, rubbed his hands and smiled dryly, thinking that Mr. Jiang's voice and face were really terrible, and he was obviously a serious person he usually watched on TV.

Wen Feixun's eyes glanced coldly over Manager Xu, as if a layer of frost had fallen from his eyes.

Then he glanced down at the fluffy head on his shoulders, and his deep voice seemed to quench a wildfire: "I see that you are indeed very energetic. You can see all directions and listen to all directions."

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