After the agreement to live together, I was praised by the president

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Zhong Wen hurriedly hid in the bathroom in the corner, and came out full of anxiety until Shen Yu left, holding the book tightly in his hand, staring at the door of Teacher Zhiwen's office in a daze.

He may not be able to write if he goes there, but if he doesn't go, he will definitely not be able to write... Then it's better to try it out, even Shen Yu is not afraid of shame, I have nothing now, and I am afraid of being a mess.

Zhong Wen stepped up his strength, took a deep breath, stretched out his finger and knocked lightly on the door twice.

"Please come in."

Holding the doorknob, Zhong Wen adjusted his smile before pushing the door in.

The light in the office was rather dim, and there were a lot of papers scattered on the black desk on the right side of the door. Large spreads of ink were scattered on the snow-white paper, making people's eyes dazzled in this dim environment.

And behind all of this, sat a middle-aged man with small eyes and curved eyes.He also wore a pair of silver-rimmed glasses on his high bridge of nose, making him look bookish.

"Hello, is this Teacher Zhiwen?"

Zhong Wen felt that what he said was simply nonsense.

"You are?" Teacher Zhiwen often shut himself in the office to study rhetoric, and never paid much attention to the metabolism of the entertainment industry, so that when he saw Zhong Wen for the first time, he only thought that this was a pretty good-looking big boy.

He looked Zhong Wen up and down, and his eyes suddenly settled on the book in Zhong Wen's hand.

"I see, you are Zhong Wen?" Teacher Zhiwen chuckled, "You, like Shen Yu, want to ask me to write songs, right?"

"Ah..." Zhong Wen's cheeks flushed slightly, and he looked at Zhiwen with some hesitation, "Mr. Zhiwen, I know that I am really abrupt, but I really like the songs you wrote. , this may be the last chance, so I want to try."

"So you plan to give me that book?" Zhiwen gestured with his eyes.

"This..." Zhong Wen handed over the book and said sincerely, "Actually, I really want to give you a book, but I don't have any idea. This book is not mine, but... Huai... Mr. Chi's." .”

"You are honest, since it is Chihuai's, I will not be polite," Zhiwen opened the book as if he had found a treasure, and stroked the signature on the title page twice, "But...you are not afraid of what you say To tell the truth, I don’t accept your love and write to you?”

"I'm afraid, of course I'm afraid," Zhong Wen smiled, "but I can't lie to you. I know that you can write so many good songs because you are a person with your own unique insights, styles and ideas. You won't write songs for me just because I sent you a book."

"But your goal will not be achieved?" Teacher Zhiwen sneered, obviously not believing his words.

"Follow fate," Zhong Wen clenched his fists, "Singing a good song also has its own fate."

After listening to Zhong Wen's words, Teacher Zhiwen fell into deep thought. After a while, he raised his head and patted the book in his hand: "I'm not welcome with this book, you can go back."

Failed……

Zhong Wen sighed quietly, said "Excuse me" to Teacher Zhiwen with a smile on his face, then turned around and walked out of the office a little lonely.

As expected, Mr. Zhiwen doesn't even look up to a first-line celebrity like Shen Yu, how could he like himself who just debuted?Even if he thinks he is no worse than Shen Yu, maybe Mr. Zhiwen has never even heard of his own song.

Forget it, think of another way!only……

It's a pity to miss Chi Huai's book.

Now the favor is owed more, and the debt owed is also more.

He. Damn annoying!

After going downstairs, Zhong Wen entered the practice room alone.There is no announcement to catch up today, dancing is his weakness, but now he can sing and dance, even if he hates it, he still needs to spend more time practicing.

If you can't get advantage from Teacher Zhiwen, you have to strengthen yourself in other ways to have a chance to win over Shen Yu.

……

When the sky outside the window gradually dimmed, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon.

Zhong Wen was sweating profusely, and was so tired that he sat cross-legged on the floor of the practice room and became dazed.Seeing that Chi Huai had more than two hours before the meeting ended, why did he stay here for such a long time?

He thought about it and decided to do something about his morning collection of sky-high essays.

Zhong Shan has a little mosquito: "Brother Huai, I have something to do at home, I'll go back first, see you tonight."

It was already after six o'clock in the afternoon when Chi Huai received the message. He helplessly looked at Zhong Wen's profile picture which had been changed into a q version of a blood-sucking mosquito, and began to rub his fingers on the table.

This kid is getting more and more disobedient.

Why did you suddenly have to leave early?Could it be that he was going to see Jiang Ting?

Chi Huai's eyes became sharper, and his brows were also tightly frowned.

Can't give him this chance!

He raised his head and suddenly interrupted a debriefing executive who was speaking in front of the stage: "The rest of the content will be sent to me in documents before ten o'clock tonight."

He pushed away the chair, stepped off the seat neatly, and walked out of the meeting room under the astonished eyes of everyone.

The executive who was stunned on the stage finally came back to his senses, and continued the meeting with an embarrassed expression.

Hua Ting quickly followed Chi Huai all the way down the parking lot. He, who has not been exercising all year round, was almost driven crazy by such a speed these days.

I don't know what it is!

"I'll go home, organize the materials and put them on my desk, and I'll look at them at night," Chi Huai said.

What?Hua Ting felt a little dizzy.

Chi Huai stopped the meeting just to go home?

"Okay." He couldn't say anything, so he agreed.

Not long after Chi Huai left, he received a call. Looking at the last four numbers on the caller ID, he frowned, and only clicked to answer the ring when it was about to cut off.

"Well... yes." He hung up the phone with just two words, but his heart was even heavier.

……

When Chi Huai arrived home, the lights in the house were on.

Zhong Wen was wearing the apron of the Bucktooth Rabbit he just bought, and was frying the fried pork with peppers in the pot with a shovel in one hand. When the color was golden and fragrant, he immediately turned off the fire and put it on a plate. The action was done in one go.

He took the dinner plate to the dining table and put it away, then turned around and plunged into the kitchen, choking on several sneezes from the stimulation of the freshly fried peppers.

"Achoo! Achoo!" Zhong Wen rubbed the tip of his nose, stuffed the pot and bowl into the dishwasher, and busily lifted the lid of the pot that was cooking, scooped up a mouthful with a small enamel spoon, "Hoohoo" , the hot air is tangy and the fragrance is overflowing.

The tip of the tongue lightly licks on the spoon, it is very fresh!

The corners of his mouth are slightly raised, and it will be almost done after another minute of cooking.

Chi Huai saw all of this.

His heart fluttered back to his chest from the hanging throat, and his eyes were full of tenderness when he looked at Zhong Wen.

It turned out that he...wasn't here to meet Jiang Ting.

Zhong Wen stared at the time, and turned off the fire as soon as the hands passed.He put on heavy heat-insulating gloves, and as soon as he grabbed the handle of the pot, he wrapped his hands around it.

Looking back, he also stuttered: "Huai...Brother Huai?"

Chi Huai didn't look at him, his eyes were fixed on the pot, his four hands grabbed a handle, and whispered in his ear, "Be careful of the burn."

The hot air of the soup came oncoming, and Zhong Wen's face was flushed from the steam.

Fuck... what is there to blush? !

The soup pot was transferred to the dining table, Chi Huai let go of his hand, pulled out the chair and sat down and asked him, "Is there any more?"

Zhong Wen came back to his senses and sat down quickly: "It's gone."

"Brother Huai, thank you for today's book." Zhong Wen said, serving Chi Huai a bowl of hot soup.

"So this meal is just to thank me for my book?" Chi Huai smiled, "This meal is expensive."

"Otherwise?" Most of the blush on Zhong Wen's face faded, and he murmured again, "Anyway, I said it, and I don't have the money to pay it back."

Dasha cap or do it yourself!Zhong Wen thought to himself.

Chi Huai said slowly: "If you don't have money, you can use other things instead."

Zhong Wen's hands trembled, and he looked at Chi Huai with perverted eyes.

Hold?You won't let me make a promise with your body, will you?

Chi Huai raised his eyelids and looked at him with interest: "What are you thinking about? Sit down and eat."

Zhong Wen didn't move.

Chi Huai put down the spoon, picked up a piece of fried pork and put it in his mouth: "I'm talking about working hard and making money for the company."

"That's no problem!" Zhong Wen patted his chest and sat down to eat.

... Chi Huai wished he could cut open his brain and see what was inside.

"How's things going today?" Chi Huai asked?

"That's it." Zhong Wen said vaguely.

If Chi Huai knew that the book was sent out, and he didn't agree to write a song for him, would it be useless to be laughed at by him?

Chi Huai saw something from his dodging eyes, and said calmly, "Did you directly refuse?"

"Ah?" Zhong Wen stuffed ribs into his mouth, "That's not true."

"Then wait." Chi Huai said.

Um?What's the meaning?Is there still a chance?

Zhong Wen looked at Chi Huai expectantly, but the latter showed no expression.

"Next time, don't go home alone, wait for me." Chi Huai said.

"why?"

"You're the one with a boyfriend now."

"..."

Zhong Wen lowered his head, thinking that the contract had been torn up, obviously he wasn't...some kind of boyfriend.

Thinking about it this way, I don't know why, but I feel a little unhappy in my heart.

Zhong Wen is a person who can't hide his thoughts, and his little emotions are clearly seen by Chi Huai, the "old ginger".

After dinner, Chi Huai hurriedly left the villa again.

Zhong Wen was sitting alone in the yard drinking hot tea, looking at the dark sky, feeling heavy.

I don't know what's going on with Shen Yu. If he has found other famous lyricists, wouldn't he be rushing to make a notice before himself.

In any case, the first opportunity must be seized first.

An idea flashed in Zhong Wen's mind, he picked up his mobile phone and snapped a few photos in the yard.

He didn't show his face, but gently caressed the English tea break cup with one hand.

Open Weibo to upload pictures and add words: "Wait for the wind to return."

"send!"

Staring at the words "uploaded successfully", Zhong Wen showed a sly smile.

Now that you've said you're a "boyfriend", it's not too much to use it a little, right?