The group pet green tea dressed as cannon fodder really young master

John stared dumbfounded at the suddenly cramped living room.

Just now, Wen Cha sent a few more messages, and there were only five people in the house including Wang Ma, and four people arrived one after another within half an hour.

When the first Xue Mei hurriedly opened the door, John exclaimed: "Ay, why are you here?"

As a designer, Xue Mei is also well-known abroad. John once cooperated with Xue Mei in a certain movie, and directly handed over the protagonist's costumes to her.In his opinion, Xue Mei is a typical oriental beauty, both graceful and elegant, always gentle and gentle, with an excellent temper.

So when Xue Mei rushed through the door like a furious lioness, John almost didn't recognize her.

"Wen Xingsheng, what are you going crazy about? How dare you touch Xiaocha?" Xue Mei immediately threw her bag on Wen Xingsheng, and was so angry that she had no time to pay attention to John's question.

Wen Xingsheng was hit straight on, and there was a scratch of blood on his cheek in an instant: "Xue Mei, you are becoming more and more unreasonable."

The relationship between Wen Xingsheng and Xue Mei seems to be not as good as before. It turned out that he could still call her "wife, dear" sweetly, but as the conflict between them became deeper and deeper, I don't know when they started to talk straight. Call Xuemei's name.

In the past, Xue Mei had a delicate mind, and she might have been heartbroken over such a small detail, secretly thinking about what she did wrong.But now, anger has filled her chest.

She hadn't been out for a long time, and Wen Xingsheng dared to bully Wen Cha?

She had known for a long time that Wen Xingsheng didn't have deep feelings for Wen Cha. Because she felt sorry for Wen Cha, she subconsciously made up for it. When the feelings gradually poured in, the balance has slowly tilted.No wonder it is said that marriage is the tomb of love. Now she really wants to shovel Wen Xingsheng into the tomb with a Luoyang shovel.

"You used to be so gentle and considerate, and it was only after you came back from warm tea..." Wen Xingsheng held his nose, feeling extremely angry that Xue Mei challenged his authority as the head of the family.

When the fire line of the husband and wife war was close to a breaking point, a spark suddenly fell from the sky again.

Wen Rong flung open the door, rushed towards Wen Xingsheng, and lifted his collar: "Wen Xingsheng, I'm warning you, you don't need to involve Xiaocha in the matter between me and you..."

Wen Leshui screamed, "Brother!"

Then the two men who walked in had cold expressions and did not stop Wen Rong.

John was stunned and tongue-tied in it, hugging himself fat, pitiful and helpless.

He also recognized Xue Qingzhou, a cutting-edge perfumer genius, and Qi Xiuzhu, the sponsor of this Fenghua Cup and the advertising sponsor who cooperated with Chateau Latour.

Foreigners are not sensitive to the appearance of Chinese people, but several people are among the dragons and phoenixes, with top-notch appearance, and anyone in the entertainment circle full of handsome men and beautiful women is not inferior, leaving a deep impression on John .

As a result, they were all surrounded by Wen Cha now.

John was amazed, no wonder Wen Cha had the confidence to refuse him.

Wen Cha was lowering his head and covering his face tightly with a pair of white and slender hands, his shoulders were trembling uncontrollably.

"Since Dad doesn't like it, I just don't want to come back. Why did you bring me back? Do you want to grab Wen Leshui's seat?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" The muscles on Wen Xingsheng's face trembled unnaturally, and because of the low air pressure of the people around him, a thin layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.

Wen Cha raised his head, his face was crying like a cat, his eyes and nose were all red, teardrops were still hanging on his eyelashes, his thin and transparent skin was full of exquisite fragility: "Isn't it? The director and I talked about commercials very well. All right, but you suddenly pushed Wen Leshui out. It's your son, and you want to give him everything, so I don't deserve to stay in this house. "

The young man was a little confused from crying, talking incoherently,

Wen Xingsheng was furious: "Obviously you rejected him, so I let Xiao Shui try? You didn't even give him a chance, why are you so stingy!"

But none of the people present would listen to him, so he hurriedly asked John Wilson for help: "Director, tell me, what's going on!"

He gouged out Wen Cha's eyes bitterly, and with John's testimony, he did not believe that Wen Cha's nonsense would not be exposed.

Wen Cha's eyes had just been washed with tears, and the haze gradually cleared up, sobbing a few times from time to time, not as flustered as Wen Xingsheng imagined, but very calm.

As long as people are set up well, no matter how you say it, they will not overturn.Xue Mei and Wen Rong's anger towards Wen Xingsheng had already accumulated to a certain level, and they were just short of a breaking point. No matter what Wen Xingsheng argued, they would stand by him.

Usually, I didn't find Wen Xingsheng to blame because I thought he was annoying and didn't bother to talk to him. Today, the opportunity to slap him in the face came to my door. If I didn't give him a good cup of tea, I would teach him a long lesson. Do you really think that his name as a master of tea art is for nothing?

A matter that can be solved by one phone call and one group text message, who is afraid of anyone!

Before John opened his mouth, Xue Mei spoke first, "Stingy? If Xiaocha was stingy, he should have let Wen Leshui leave as soon as he came back."

Wen Leshui, who had been acting as the background board from the beginning to the end, looked up in disbelief and cried, "Mom!"

Xue Mei, who was dazzled by anger, could no longer care about Wen Leshui's feelings. Normally, she might still choose her words carefully to prevent the flames of the quarrel between herself and Wen Xingsheng from spreading to Wen Leshui.

But since the last time she knew about Wen Leshui's tricks to deal with Wencha, although she forgave Wen Leshui, her feelings for Wen Leshui began to be subtracted, and gradually consumed in the process of accumulating.There may be some left, but not much.

"You...you..." Wen Xingsheng's handsome face twisted, and he couldn't speak a complete sentence tremblingly.

John, who was involved in the family war, finally found a space to speak: "well, I came to discuss with cha about shooting an advertisement, but cha rejected me. In fact, I think we are still negotiating, but I didn't expect Mr. Wen to propose suddenly To let this boy try, then cha cried very sadly..."

He shrugged, making a look of helplessness.

On the surface, John's words were impartial, but in fact he secretly favored warm tea.They've been vixens for thousands of years, and it's not obvious that Wen Cha is acting.

But now John has a strong muse filter for warm tea. Dear muse, it’s normal to cry because my eccentric father was wronged, isn’t it?

Crying children have candy to eat, and their acting skills are so good, they should be in commercials!

With the appearance of Wen Leshui, the competition between them has increased invisibly. He believes that when he asks again, Wen Cha will definitely agree to his invitation.

The last person who could speak for him didn't speak for him. Wen Xingsheng looked around at the people and said, "Okay, you all join forces to deal with me, right? If you don't leave, I'll leave!"

As if waiting for his words for a long time, Wen Rong said calmly: "I asked Wang Ma to pack your luggage for you, you can go."

He thoughtfully did not use the word "scroll", and threw the important things that Wang Ma had just packed out at his feet.

He was the one who thought about it before, and every time he quarreled with Wen Xingsheng, he went to Xue's house.Thinking carefully, they are all named Wen, so why not Wen Xingsheng get out of Wen's house.

Considerately helping Wen Xingsheng pack his luggage, he was also afraid that his mother would suddenly feel soft-hearted when he was touched by the scene.

Everything is ready, just wait for Wen Xingsheng to get out.

As he wished, Wen Xingsheng didn't have the face to confront so many people for the time being, and maintained his last bit of dignity, he grabbed his bag angrily and walked out the door: "Don't beg me to come back!"

Clap, the door closes.

The air is much fresher.

Wen Cha's emotions had calmed down, he took Qi Xiuzhu's handkerchief, wiped his face carelessly, and sniffed.

John hit the nail on the head: "cha, don't be sad. By the way, do you want to think about it again?"

After seeing Qi Xiuzhu, John's eyes lit up when he observed Qi Xiuzhu's seemingly doting on warm tea.

Found a treasure!

What does this mean? It means that for any shooting request, in order to warm up the tea, the patron can make him pretend.

Now, the warm tea in John's eyes is not a simple muse, but a golden muse!

"Okay." Wen Cha's voice was hoarse.

John was overjoyed and wished he could immediately take out the contract and sign with Wen Cha.

Wen Cha paused for a second, retracted his hands into his loose sleeves, and slowly said a word: "But, I won't act right away."

John frowned at his words and actions, what kind of trouble is this little ancestor going to make?

"I hope you can give me a chance, and give others a chance. We compete fairly. If you think I'm suitable, I'll take it, okay?" Wen Cha raised his eyes, his eyes were clear and frank.

"You are too tolerant." Xue Qingzhou sighed, and brushed away the wet bangs on Wen Cha's forehead.

Isn't this just giving Wen Leshui a chance?

Wen Leshui's pale and bloodless face suddenly felt hot and tingling. When Wen Xingsheng discovered John's visit this morning, he quietly asked Wen Leshui to dress up and get ready. Maybe it was a fluke. He followed what Wen Xingsheng said did it.

Unexpectedly, Wen Cha's sudden attack put him in such an embarrassing situation.

Wen Xingsheng fled in a hurry, leaving Wen Leshui alone there with numb hands and feet, like a dog in the water who had been beaten hard.

Is warm tea humiliating him?

If Wen Cha heard his inner voice, he would frankly admit: Yes.

Wen Cha knew Wen Leshui too well. If he didn't give the other party a K chance, he would definitely slander Wen Cha's appreciation for being dishonest and relying on shit luck.

Wen Cha is particularly annoyed by his dark thoughts, why not put it on the table generously and let Wen Leshui see what absolute crushing is.

"Sir, what do you mean?" John asked Qi Xiuzhu with a smile on his face. After all, this proposal would do him no harm at all, and he only needed to seek the opinion of one of the benefactors symbolically.

Then everyone looked at Qi Xiuzhu in surprise.

Xue Mei has regained her composure: "Xiu Zhu, you..."

Qi Xiuzhu replied calmly: "When the Fenghua Cup was held this year, Chateau Latour came to discuss cooperation with me, and the company agreed after discussion."

Foreign countries want to get a share of the domestic market, and domestic companies also want to occupy more foreign markets, and it is just a simple test of the water. The Qi family is not losing money, so no one objected, and the cooperation was successfully reached.

He said to Director John: "I am an outsider, and I leave the decision to you."

John Wilson smiled instantly so that his eyebrows and eyes were squeezed together. He likes investors who don't agree with each other and only pay money.

"Uncle is so good!" Wen Cha's acting energy was not over yet, his eyes were full of stars, shining brightly.

Qi Xiuzhu had a smile on his face, seeing through his acting skills but didn't say anything.

Wen Rong's face softened, and his tense muscles relaxed: "What's so great, our company can do it too."

"Oh, brother is also amazing." Wen Cha caringly did not forget the other one.

Wen Leshui, who was forgotten by everyone, couldn't help crying, ran back to the room, and slammed the door shut.

Xue Mei frowned.

Wen Cha asked considerately, "Do you want Mommy to comfort him?"

Xue Mei clenched her fists and sat beside Wen Cha, lovingly stroking his soft hair.

She and Wen Leshui's 20-year mother-child relationship may need to calm down a bit, to give each other room to think about how to get along with each other in the future, she sighed, shook her head slowly and said: "Mom will accompany you."

Recently, the most talked about entertainment news by netizens is nothing more than director John Wilson registered a new account on wb, and the old wave staff passed the audit and certification overnight.The first Weibo post on his new account was about Chateau Latour's advertisement and an invitation to recruit actors.

Now the entertainment circle is boiling. The story of two male stars who collided with each other for the latest high-end high-end show and the female star who only drank ice water for five days in order to lose weight came into reality. The public is addicted to eating melons.

Not to mention that the director's reputation has been popularized thousands of times by science, just the compulsion of Chateau Latour, a top winery, is enough to boast for a lifetime.The combined power and lethality of the two are huge, attracting countless people to fly to the flames.

The interview location was set in one of the office buildings under Qi's name.

Almost all the famous celebrities in the entertainment industry gathered at the scene. The clothes were fragrant and the temples were beautiful. The mixture of various perfumes would make people with sensitive noses feel uncomfortable.

Wen Cha asked Xue Qingzhou, who was covering his nose secretly and frowning slightly, "Cousin, do you want to go out and have some air first?"

Staying here is tantamount to torture for an overly sensitive perfumer like Xue Qingzhou.

Xue Qingzhou shook his head gently: "It's okay, I can bear it."

Wen Cha has no manager, Qi Xiuzhu and Wen Rong both have important matters, Xue Mei has a design draft that needs to be revised, so Xue Qingzhou, who is temporarily free, will accompany her to participate.

He smiled, as if coaxing a child: "Are you nervous? Tell you something funny, I smell the tea."

What a coincidence that the perfumer himself and the inspiration of the perfumer sit here.

"Really?" Wen Cha also smiled, with the tip of his canine teeth touching his lips, "That man is really discerning."

Most of the people in the waiting room were very nervous, and there were very few people who could chat and joke like them.

As a new face in the industry, Wen Cha has attracted a lot of attention since he came in. Coupled with his face that can pose a threat to competition, artists or managers who have followed the Fenghua Cup are shocked, and they immediately regard him as the number one. strong enemy.

Sister Yun withdrew her admiring gaze, did not hide her admiration for Wencha, and said to Wen Leshui: "This is Wencha, it's a pity that he doesn't enter the entertainment industry, otherwise he can realize more traffic than now."

She had deliberately learned about the Fenghua Cup before, so she naturally knew the name of Wencha and had investigated it in depth.However, Wen Cha's resume was too blank, and she couldn't find anything, only that he had disputes with Wen Leshui's true and false young master.Warm tea can reach the public without any marketing, and it is a fate.

Noticing that Wen Leshui's expression was unnatural, she reminded Wen Leshui friendly: "Your manager left last time because he deliberately smeared Wencha, I believe you know it too. People can't fall in the same pit, I hope you don't It's impossible for the people behind Wencha to allow you to make mistakes a second time."

In all fairness, what Sister Yun said was very to the point, Wen Leshui was upset, nodded indiscriminately, and pretended to close his eyes for a nap.

Sister Yun finally asked him another question: "How are you talking with Director Zhao Lei? His script is your most important resource."

Wen Leshui hasn't contacted Director Zhao Lei since the last time we met, and he didn't follow Sister Yun's arrangement at all, so he could only close his eyes and avoid talking about it. Fortunately, Sister Yun saw that he was really irritable, so she didn't continue to ask. Quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Everyone separated and went in for the interview one by one. The door of the interview room opened with a snap, and the last three golden actresses came out with a smile.

The others immediately came over like bees smelling honey: "Sister Ting, how are you doing?"

Sister Ting lifted her big waves, and her red lips slightly parted: "What can I do? Isn't it just a normal interview process. Everyone is a competitor, and you expect me to tell you that it won't work?"

The person who asked the question was not embarrassed: "Isn't that just trying to rub sister Ting's luck? It seems that sister Ting is stable."

"Don't put on a high hat for me. If it's not me when you come out, you can slap me in the face." Sister Ting carelessly rolled her eyes. Pausing for a second on the side face, "The topic is wine, free play, not limited to any form, not limited to any props, think for yourself."

After performing in it just now, Wilson directly told her with regret that she met his standard line but was not enough to amaze him, and couldn't shake him who already had someone in his heart.

So as soon as she came out, she began to look for that candidate. Inexplicably, her eyes fell on Wen Cha at the first sight, and she was telling her that it was this person from the bottom of her heart.Sweet and lustful, as if born to fit art.

However, it was not a loss for her to communicate with Wilson.

Sister Ting dropped the heavyweight bomb casually, took out the lady's cigarettes in her pocket, and went out to the corridor to smoke.

Everyone was in an uproar, free play is too broad, although everyone can guess the topic before coming, but how can we get the approval of the director.

"Do you have an idea?" Xue Qingzhou pondered after listening, then turned to ask Wen Cha.

Wen Cha sat by the window, playing with the sunlight coming in from the window with his fingertips: "No, the director didn't give me a clue about the title even after I mentioned fair competition. I just heard the title for a second, so how can I have any ideas? "

Xue Qingzhou felt helpless for the slackness of warm tea.Wen Cha's outburst at Wen's house a few days ago made him discover the hidden grievances in the boy's heart, but the boyish act of fair competition made his heart soften again.

Whether it can be made into an advertisement is not important, the important thing is that he doesn't want to see Wen Cha looking downcast like a frustrated kitten who can't play with a ball of wool.

"It's okay, think slowly, our order is at the back, there is still time." Xue Qingzhou encouraged him.

Wen Cha nodded and said sweetly, "Cousin is so kind."

Wen Leshui, who was sitting in the other corner of the seat, slowly relaxed her shoulders after hearing Sister Ting's question.

Edward really didn't lie to him.

Just a few days ago, after he asked Edward to meet, Edward noticed his lack of energy and asked him gently if he had any troubles and needed help.

He shortened the process and only told Edward that he was going to audition for a commercial directed by John Wilson and compete for warm tea.

Unexpectedly, Edward seemed to have expected it, and smiled at him: "I know, honey, I knew from the beginning that John was going to shoot this advertisement, but the winery agreed to keep me secret, forgive me for not telling you before .”

It turns out that Chateau Latour has been supplying the Edward family, and the person in charge of the chateau once mentioned this matter to Edward.

Of course Wen Leshui said he didn't mind.

"However." Edward dragged his tone, "To express my apology, I can disclose John's audition topic to you in advance."

"What is it?" Wen Leshui asked impatiently.

"If you want to endorse wine, of course it should be based on the theme of wine, any method is fine." Edward blinked, his golden eyelashes were like golden fallen leaves.

Wen Leshui found it difficult after hearing it. Like everyone who heard the topic, he felt that the content was too big and the difficulty was too high.

While he was in deep thought, Edward tapped his knuckles on the table lightly to wake him up.

Edward is as handsome as the face of the male protagonist in a western movie, whose facial features are too deep and casts shadows, and his thin lips are curled up, like a bewitching demon in a fairy tale: "Honey, in order to make up for my apology, I can provide you with more With a little help, maybe you can try this interview method..."

Wen Leshui's heart was beating heavily.

"NO.30, Wen Leshui." The staff called Wen Leshui's name.

Wen Leshui took a deep breath and picked up the violin beside him.

"Is he Wen Leshui?"

"Well, Sister Yun's new artist."

"Why is he carrying a violin?"

"I don't know, is it a new type of gambling stunt?"

The whispering voices of people around spread, but Wen Leshui turned a deaf ear to it, and pushed the door open with firm steps.

The layout of the interview hall is so simple that it can be called crude and empty, with only a few cameras and John sitting at the table, but the props are all available in another connected room.

Seeing Wen Leshui's own violin, John showed a surprised expression on his face, and quickly recovered his expression: "Please start."

Wen Leshui closed his eyes, faced the camera, and skillfully put the violin on his shoulders.

The smooth notes of the violin poured out.

John froze for a moment, then slowly sat up straight.

Music is another form of expression of art.

A hymn played in memory of Dionysus, the god of wine in Greek mythology, praising him for bestowing the most secret and sweetest enjoyment, thanking him for granting a good harvest of winemaking skills, and bragging about his prestige in controlling passion and desire.

As the sun goes down, the lamb of the gods kicks the grapes and indulges in sensuality.

raise a glass, drink up, smash

ecstasy, pain, joy

When Edward pushed the sheet music of "Ode to Dionysus" to him for his use, he was overwhelmed with admiration after simply scanning the sheet music.

Novel display form, top-quality music.

Edward said to him sincerely: "This song is for you, it belongs to you, I wish you all your wishes, I wish you... beat warm tea."

Wen Leshui accepted it without hesitation, because he wanted to win so much.The infinite longing for victory drove him, as if completely at the mercy of the music, burning his desire crazily.

At the end of the song, he panted slightly, opened his eyes exhaustedly and waited for the result.

John looked at him with a complicated expression, as if he was very entangled. After a long time, he said the words he expected to hear in his expectant eyes:

"Oh, well, I have to admit, you did shake me."