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Tonight is the signing ceremony of Xu Wei and Yang Li's new movie, Xu Huai drove Song Qinghe to the banquet scene.

Xu Huai was very silent along the way, he himself was seldom talkative, and he was almost silent in the past few days.

Song Qinghe sat on the back seat of the car with a very ugly expression on his face.

Since Song Qinghe handed Yang Chengcheng's book to Xu Wei, the relationship between them has become like this.

The more Xu Huai remained silent, the angrier Song Qinghe became.

Sometimes Xu Huai can't understand Song Qinghe's thoughts at all. Xu Wei is already getting closer to Song Qinghe in Song Qinghe's plan. Maybe he will sign in Heluli soon and become Song Qinghe's artist. Isn't this what Song Qinghe wants?

Then Song Qinghe should be happy at this moment, so why put on a bad face to him?

Could it be that Song Qinghe doesn't even want to see him now?

Or is Song Qinghe worried that he will miss the good things about himself and Xu Wei?

If this is really the case, then Song Qinghe is really worrying too much.

As a person like him, what qualifications does he have to destroy Song Qinghe's good deeds?

He didn't even dare to think about it.

The car stopped in front of the Banquet Hotel, but Song Qinghe didn't get out of the car immediately, and still leaned on the back seat with his eyes closed.

Xu Huai waited silently for 5 minutes, seeing that the time for the banquet was approaching, he had to speak and remind Song Qinghe in a low voice.

"President Song, the time is almost up."

Hearing his words, Song Qinghe slowly opened his eyes.

Their eyes collided in the rearview mirror, his heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly looked away.

A few seconds later, Song Qinghe spoke in a low and indifferent voice, "The accountant said that you returned all the money he called you."

Xu Huai's face turned pale instantly.

He lowered his head and whispered, "My mother's condition has stabilized, and I don't need any money now...don't ask him to send me any more money, okay?"

Song Qinghe's voice became colder and colder, "You can take it if I give it to you."

"I don't want it." Although his voice was small, it revealed a strange stubbornness.

"I said," Song Qinghe suddenly approached him, raised his hand to pinch the back of his neck, "you can take it if I give it to you."

He flinched, arched his body, and still refused: "I don't want..."

The hand on the back of his neck suddenly exerted force, and Song Qinghe's tall body and angry voice bullied him, "Xu Huai, don't forget why you climbed into my bed for no money, what do you think?" Will I touch you again?"

In the future, where is there any future? !

It's all about Xu Wei, does Song Qinghe still want to treat him like before?

Thinking of this, a wave of anger suddenly invaded his brain, he turned his head vigorously, staring at Song Qinghe for the first time in so many years.

"Then don't touch me," he said.

They were so close that they could see their own shadows in each other's pupils.

Song Qinghe's handsome brows and eyes were tightly knit together, and he grabbed him viciously, "Say it again."

"You..." He couldn't breathe, but he still held Song Qinghe's wrist tightly, and said intermittently: "From now on...don't touch me...I I don't want to... let you touch..."

Looking at his blushing face and those stubborn eyes, a sneer suddenly appeared on Song Qinghe's lips.

Unshackled his hands, Song Qinghe leaned back on his seat, straightened his clothes calmly, "I don't need to come at night, let Lao Yu pick me up, you can go to the hospital to see your mother when you have time."

After saying this, Song Qinghe opened the door and got out of the car.

His mother, yeah, he also has a mother lying in the hospital with cancer.

Over the past few years, he has spent no less than one million to treat his mother's illness, and all this money was given to him by Song Qinghe without exception.

Recently, the mother's condition has indeed stabilized, but who can guarantee that it won't get worse in the future.

Now that he has the guts to not want Song Qinghe's money, when his mother's condition worsens, he will obediently climb into Song Qinghe's bed again.

Song Qinghe was reminding him that it doesn't matter what he thinks, he was born to be played by Song Qinghe.

A tear slowly rolled down the corner of his eye, and he lay on the steering wheel, crying out in pain.

A few minutes later, his car drove away from the entrance of the hotel, and Xu Wei also entered the hotel entrance accompanied by Assistant Yang Chengcheng.

The banquet hall is on the first floor. The occasion was formal today. Xu Wei deliberately wore a black suit with a simple white shirt inside.

In fact, he seldom wears formal clothes, and he usually only wears them on social occasions.

Different from him, Chen Yuanwen is very partial to all kinds of formal clothes, especially shirts. Chen Yuanwen's wardrobe is full of three layers, all of which are men's shirts of various colors and styles.

In fact, some colors are not suitable for men to wear at all, but Chen Yuanwen looks really good, and his skin is whiter than ordinary men, so he can always wear those clothes in his own style.

Xu Wei himself doesn't like to wear shirts, but he likes to see Chen Yuanwen wear them.

Why did you think of Chen Yuanwen again?

Xu Wei shook his head helplessly, adjusted his suit jacket, opened the door and walked into the banquet hall.

Yang Chengli is a veteran figure in the film industry. Today's banquet is attended by celebrities in the industry. Just Xu Wei, the actor and actress queen, met four or five, not to mention those senior media people.

Although the signing ceremony hadn't started yet, the banquet hall was already very lively. The guests got together, exchanged cups and laughed a lot.

After Yang Chengcheng's assistant brought Xu Wei in, he went to work on his own affairs. Xu Wei was not quite used to such an occasion, so he took a glass of champagne from the waiter's plate and took it to a corner beside him.

There were not many people in the corner, so Xu Wei sat on the sofa and took a sip from his wine glass.

He saw Song Qinghe not far away.

Although Song Qinghe is not as authoritative as Yang Jiancheng, he is already a bigwig among the new generation of filmmakers, so as soon as he arrived, he was immediately surrounded by people who came to say hello to him.

Xu Wei looked at it for a while, feeling bored, reached into his pocket to take out the phone to check, but when he touched it, the pocket was empty.

Only then did he remember that his mobile phone had been handed over to the waiter at the door before entering.

Although today's banquet is full of celebrities, it is essentially a private banquet. In order to prevent the information of these celebrities from being leaked out, everyone has to hand in their mobile phones before entering the banquet hall.

In fact, holding the mobile phone is just a casual look, Xu Wei does not expect to see what he expects on the mobile phone, his old mobile phone has been smashed by himself, Chen Yuanwen does not know his new number now, even if Chen Yuanwen knows, According to Chen Yuanwen's personality, it is impossible to contact him actively.

Thinking of this, Xu Wei took another sip from his wine glass.

At this time, a few middle-aged men in their forties came suddenly from the hall, and sat on the other side of the sofa as if no one else was there. Xu Wei picked up his glass and wanted to leave, but was stopped by the names they mentioned.

"Hey, have you heard about Wenqing Pictures?" one of them asked.

Another person answered with a sarcasm, "You said Wei Shuliu took drugs? Heh, who in the investment circle doesn't know about it."

"If you want me to say that Chen Yuanwen deserved it this time, a young man from out of town, he thought that he was opportunistic and cast a few right movies, and if he made a little money, he could share the cake with us. Dare to sign casually, he deserves to be unlucky."

"Who said no," Xu Wei heard another person's voice, "But I heard that he hooked up with that Zhou Yuan again, Zhou Yuan, you guys don't know, the king of bad movies has long been despised by the mainstream circles to death Yes, in order to lure Chen Yuanwen into the gang, I heard that Zhou Yuan took the initiative to sign a gambling agreement with Chen Yuanwen, as long as Chen Yuanwen has another male number one, Zhou Yuan can help Chen Yuanwen make up for the previous deficit."

Just now the man snorted again, his tone as arrogant as ever, "Even if he can make up for it this time, he will have to fall again sooner or later. Let's just wait and see the good show."

Several people laughed together, and wanted to discuss a few more words, when suddenly there was a crisp sound from the other end of the sofa.

The wine glass in Xu Wei's hand fell to the ground at some point, and the glass shattered on the ground, making a harsh clattering sound.

Xu Wei stood up in a daze, walked straight to the middle of the hall without looking at the fat middle-aged men.

So it turned out to be like this?

His expression became more and more depressed.

But when such a big thing happened, why didn't Chen Yuanwen tell him?

With a shortfall of several hundred million, Chen Yuanwen really dared.

Just keep it from him.

But he is gone, what should Chen Yuanwen do now?

Did Zhou Yuan call out his name to Chen Yuanwen on purpose, so Chen Yuanwen insisted on letting him act in Zhou Yuan's movie?

Only in this way can Chen Yuanwen get through this difficult time.

It is so, it must be so!

He pursed his lips tightly, the more he thought about it, the darker his face became.

At this time, Yang Jiancheng's voice suddenly came from the center of the stage in the hall.

Yang Chengli stood on the stage in a Chinese tunic suit, looking hale and hearty. He picked up the microphone and looked at the crowd with a smile.

"I see that people are almost here. I am old, and my spirit is not as good as before. I haven't made a movie for two years. A few months ago, Mr. Song from Helu handed me a book called "Old Garden" In my hands, I read the book from beginning to end, and decided to shoot this story that night. I invite everyone to come here today. I just want to introduce my latest male number one to you. I hope that you will support this child a lot."

"Xu Wei, come up and say hello to everyone." After Yang Chengli finished speaking, he waved to Xu Wei.

Following Yang Jiancheng's actions, everyone in the hall turned around and looked at Xu Wei.

In their eyes, Xu Wei saw envy and admiration, as if he also saw a bright future beckoning to him.

But standing in the hall, he seemed to be stuck in a swamp, unable to move.

At this moment, his heart was enduring a violent struggle, he was still too young, his young body seemed to be unable to bear such a big contradiction, his chest heaved violently.

Yang Chengli frowned almost invisibly, but still had a kind smile on his face. He raised his hand again and waved in Xu Wei's direction, "Don't be nervous, everyone present is my old man's friends, come on stage Come say hello to everyone, don't make everyone wait too long."

Song Qinghe noticed Xu Wei's strangeness, pushed aside the crowd, walked to Xu Wei's side, and whispered in his ear: "Why are you in a daze? Don't make Director Yang wait, hurry up and get on stage."

Song Qinghe's voice was like a wake-up call, waking him up instantly.

Chen Yuanwen obviously, like Song Qinghe, both owned a large entertainment company in their thirties, and their careers have left their peers far behind. Didn't even get an invite.

Chen Yuanwen is such a proud person, so aggressive, so unwilling to admit defeat.

He couldn't just watch Chen Yuanwen fall into failure like this, he couldn't let Chen Yuanwen lose his pride and become a joke among these people.

Even if Chen Yuanwen doesn't like him, even if Chen Yuanwen has someone else around him, he can't bear it.

He lowered his head and clenched his hands into fists, "Brother Qinghe, I'm sorry, I'm going to let you down."

After saying this, without waiting for Song Qinghe to react, he walked onto the stage under the eyes of everyone.

He stood in front of Yang Jianli, bowed deeply to Yang Jianli, and said, "Director Yang, I'm sorry, I may not be able to act in this play again."

His voice was not loud, but the people present still listened to his words verbatim.

The smile on Yang Chengli's face froze, and when he spoke again, the majesty of a superior was already in his voice, "Young man, you must think carefully before taking action before doing anything. Are you sure you have thought clearly?"

"I'm sure," he said in a deep voice, "Director Yang, I'm really sorry."

Yang Chengli didn't say a word, but stared at him coldly.

A moment later, Yang Chengli had a smile on his face again, but this time, instead of the previous kindness, there was a gloomy ruthlessness.

"Since you have thought about it clearly, then I have nothing to say, you can go."

Turning around without hesitation, he quickly walked out of the banquet hall amidst the surprised or gloating expressions of the crowd.

Of course he knew that his actions just now would definitely anger Yang Jiancheng, and maybe tomorrow he would be blocked by Yang Jiancheng in the film industry.

But he couldn't care less.

He just wanted to follow his heart, he just wanted to use his weak strength to protect Chen Yuanwen's pride.

As for the rest, he doesn't care.

Calculating gains and losses and profits and losses is the cowardice and self-preservation of adults, and teenagers don't need to worry about these.

Teenagers just love.

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