The son of the Republic of China dressed as a fake young master of salted fish

Bombardier slowly landed on the tarmac. When Gu Wenyue got off the plane, he saw a tall and stern figure standing at the bottom of the stairs.

He couldn't help shouting: "Brother Jin Cheng!" Three steps in parallel, he jumped down.

Gu Jincheng, who was wearing a black suit and a coat over his shoulders, looked happy. He protected him with one arm, took off the coat from his shoulders and wrapped it around his shoulders with the other hand, and hugged him tightly into the car.

The surrounding ground staff and bodyguards were all watching. The two young masters didn't appear many times, but the deep affection was evident.

Especially Gu Jincheng, who was busy with work, had already arrived at the airport half an hour early to wait, which was enough to prove that he attached great importance to the young master of the Gu family.

In the car, Gu Wenyue was still being embraced by Brother Gu's family, Jincheng, with a smile on his high-spirited face: "Aren't you busy? Are you here to pick me up?"

"Not busy, just go back to have dinner. Dad is waiting for you to come home." Gu Jincheng's eyes sometimes pay attention to his face, sometimes look forward, it seems that it is inconvenient to keep looking at him, so he seems a little hesitant.

When he got home, Gu Wenyue saw Gu Chong sitting in the living room, talking to Butler Zhang. He didn't put on his slippers, so he trotted over, "Father!"

Gu Chong's complexion was very good, and he was even more happy when he saw Wen Yue coming home: "Wen Yue, you came back just in time, Lao Zhang went to let the kitchen prepare and have dinner."

For a while, he was used to Wen Yue being by his side every day, and when he suddenly went out for two or three days, he immediately felt that the house was deserted.

The servant brought a clean warm towel, and Gu Wenyue took it to wipe his hands.

Gu Chong stretched out his hand: "Come and see, Dad, have you worked hard these two days? I heard from Xiao Han that he has been recording programs all day long."

Gu Wenyue smiled and held his father's hand, jokingly said, "So Auntie Han is my intelligence agent?"

Gu Chong smiled: "No, I didn't ask too much, I just cared about you. Don't blame Xiao Han for telling me."

"No, how could it be. Auntie Han took good care of me. She made medicine and soup for me every day, more regularly than at home. After a while, I'm going to get fat." Gu Wenyue smiled and helped Gu Chong to the restaurant go.

The servants next to him also smiled slightly when they heard it.

Gu Jincheng brushed his hands, and also stepped forward to help Gu Chong.

The family had a happy dinner together.

night.

After Gu Jincheng was busy with work, when he went from the study to Gu Chong's bedroom, he heard the voices of father and son talking happily inside.

He knocked on the door and entered, and the warmth of the room rushed over.

Gu Wenyue heard the sound of the door opening, and turned around with a smile: "Brother Jin Cheng, are you done?"

Gu Jincheng stepped forward, sat beside him, picked up the fruit plate on the coffee table, and fed him casually.

Gu Wenyue evaded: "I brushed my teeth. You can eat by yourself."

"Yeah." Gu Jincheng put a piece of honeydew melon in his mouth, it was sweet.

There are many people in the house today, not to mention the excitement, he also feels at ease, "Are you going out this week?"

"Not going out." Gu Wenyue didn't bother to go out, "Miss Yang contacted me to be an endorser, and I have to go to Feiyue Media Studio when I wake up tomorrow."

He pulled away the large light-colored houndstooth blanket on his lap, and covered Gu Jincheng's long legs.

Gu Chong heard and said: "By the way, Wen Yue, by the way, why don't you ask Wen Jun and his mother to go home for dinner?"

Gu Wenyue looked at him and said, "Father, let's talk about the details of the endorsement tomorrow. Ms. Yang won't come, will it be later?"

"It's fine." Gu Chong nodded.

On the side, Gu Jincheng ate honeydew melon slowly, didn't say much, and only said a few words when Gu Chong asked about the company.

Gu Wenyue yawned and stretched, his two long legs curled up on the sofa shrank upwards.

Seeing this, Gu Jincheng put down the plate of honeydew melon, raised his hand across the blanket to wrap his shoulders towards his side, making him sit more comfortably.

Just as Gu Wenyue wanted, he half leaned against Gu Jincheng and lazily squinted his eyes to watch TV.

Today is a martial arts movie that Gu Chongai watched, all of them are handsome men and beautiful women, and the martial arts moves are smooth and smooth.

Gu Chongdao: "The previous films were still good-looking, but the current films are always in slow motion, and the filming is not good. And the colors are also the same. They are all red, green, and green. They are too bright and dazzling."

Gu Wenyue listened to his old father's whining and complaining, and said with a smile: "Maybe young people like to watch it."

"That's right." Gu Chong smiled, anyway, there are old movies to watch.

Gu Chong talked to Gu Jincheng about the company's affairs, chatting casually.

Gu Wenyue yawned a few times, and couldn't help falling asleep on Gu Jincheng's shoulder, with the weight of his whole body leaning against his arms.

After nine o'clock, Gu Jincheng carried him upstairs.

Just like last time, he went straight to the fourth floor.

While Gu Jincheng was taking a bath, Gu Wenyue turned over on the big bed, hugged the soft quilt and smiled secretly.

Not long after, Gu Wenyue fell asleep in a daze, only feeling strong arms encircling him in a warm embrace, he couldn't help rubbing against the other's chest, and fell into a soft and beautiful dream.

The second floor.

Gu Chong waited for Butler Zhang to enter the door, and he asked eagerly, "Did Wen Yue sleep in his room?"

Steward Zhang shook his head: "Go to the room of the young master."

Gu Chong smiled: "Okay, okay."

He reminded, "You tell the servants not to talk too much about the two young masters in private, and don't gossip. When the two young masters have good things in the future, I will definitely give them more big red envelopes."

"Yes. Thank you in advance, master."

Butler Zhang is also happy, the two young masters are happy, the master is in good health, and the servants are working easily and comfortably, the whole family is doing well.

Gu Chong tidied up the quilt, and while lying down, sighed softly: "I don't expect anything else, I just hope that Jin Cheng and Wen Yue can take care of and support each other after a hundred years of my life."

He paused, and said, "Old Zhang, Wen Yue and Jin Cheng won't be home in a few days, take me to my wife's cemetery."

Butler Zhang was putting down the heavy curtains, he nodded: "Okay, sir, I will arrange it as soon as possible."

late at night.

On the bedside table, Gu Jincheng's cell phone vibrated.

As alert and cautious as Gu Jincheng, he opened his eyes immediately, even in the middle of the night when he should be resting, his pair of phoenix eyes are absolutely awake.

It's Zheng Ye's call.

Gu Jincheng lifted the quilt lightly and got out of bed. When he left, Gu Wenyue, who was sleeping soundly, grabbed his wrist.

Unconscious attachment, like peach blossom petals falling on the lake in spring, makes people's hearts soft.

Holding the phone in one hand, Gu Jincheng bowed his head and kissed Gu Wenyue's forehead lightly.

He quickly walked outside the bedroom to answer the phone.

Zheng Ye's voice was a little hasty: "President Gu, there are some problems with the two pieces of land in Europe, involving the royal family and high-ranking officials."

Under the wall lamp in the corridor, Gu Jincheng's figure was tall and slender.

"Understood. Arrange a plane and I'll go there."

Zheng Ye said: "Okay, then I will come to the mansion to pick you up tomorrow morning."

Gu Jincheng hung up the phone and looked at the empty corridor.

Only when he waited for someone to come back, he turned around and wanted to leave again.

long silence.

Gu Jincheng walked back to the room, got on the bed and approached the soft and warm person.

The sleeping Gu Wenyue hugged him very naturally, and his slightly cool cheeks rubbed against his hair.

I really can't bear to part with this gentle township.

The next day, the sky was slightly brighter.

It was rare for Gu Wen to wake up early in the morning, so he turned around and leaned into the arms of the person beside him.

Gu Jincheng felt the movement and woke up, his voice was still a little hoarse, he put his arms around his lower back and rubbed his chin against his forehead: "Why did you wake up?"

Gu Wenyue's sleep quality was very high, and it was rare for him to wake up early. He raised his head in a daze, only then did he realize that he was being held tightly by Gu Jincheng.

The moment he raised his head, Gu Jincheng just lowered his head, and the two hugged sideways, their eyes were facing each other, and their lips were almost touching.

The peach blossom eyes swept away the hazy drowsiness, and were as clear as the phoenix eyes.

The air was stagnant, so quiet that Gu Wenyue could clearly hear the sound of his Adam's apple rolling, and his eyes were even more intense and deep like the night.

The quilt suddenly seemed to be on fire, and Gu Wenyue moved his waist slightly, trying to step back, but he hugged his waist forcefully and domineeringly.

Gu Wenyue lowered his eyes, avoiding his hot gaze: "Brother Jin Cheng... Morning."

The broad palms protected the back of his head, pressed him against his warm and broad chest, and gently rubbed his hair.

"morning."

Gu Jincheng's voice is extremely hoarse and mellow, full of masculine charm.

Gu Wenyue pressed his face against his heaving heart, feeling the strong beating of his heart.

The presence of the forearm in the lower back was extremely strong, his breathing was suffocating and his whole body was hot.

Gu Jincheng seemed to be speaking something common, and slowly said: "You fell asleep after I took a shower yesterday."

Gu Wenyue pressed against his chest, his ears were buzzing, but he didn't make a sound.

Then the two fell silent.

Just when Gu Wenyue felt comfortable being stroked by his hair, the palm moved to his ear.

Slowly rubbing his fingertips back and forth along the pinnae, his hand unconsciously grasped the hem of his clothes, stepped back, and protested softly: "Itchy..."

But Gu Jincheng's arms were tightened like iron clamps, and he couldn't move an inch.

The fingertips on the ears didn't fiddle with them any more, only tapped the full and round earlobes lightly twice with some meaning.

Gu Jincheng felt that the person in his arms was motionless and stiff.

He quickly let go of him and looked down at his face.

Gu Wenyue pushed him violently, turned around, curled up his slender body, and said annoyedly, "Don't touch my ears!"

The voice was low and hoarse, revealing depression and annoyance.

"what happened?"

Hearing his complaints, Gu Jincheng hugged him from behind, and found that his body temperature suddenly rose, and the fair skin on the back of his neck turned pink.

Gu Wenyue pushed him back with his elbow, half of his face was retracted into the quilt, and he said in a low voice, "Don't touch me!"

The people behind him came forward forcefully.

Gu Jincheng understood instantly, and coaxed in a low voice, "I'll help you."

Gu Wenyue muttered, and said depressedly: "I don't want you to help me."

But the wide palm with thin calluses has already rubbed it over.

"Forehead……"

Gu Wenyue's curled up insteps were tense, his hands clenched the quilt tightly, his jaw stretched into a clear but fragile line.

He kept his eyes closed most of the time, and occasionally opened them, but he couldn't face the world, so he closed them tightly.

At the moment when the waves sink,

Pajama pants, dirty.

Gu Wenyue turned his back on him angrily and ignored him, not knowing who he was angry with.

Maybe it's me who couldn't help being tempted, or Gu Jincheng who tempted me and messed around.

He doesn't want to face reality.

The person behind threw pajama pants on the carpet, and then hugged him.

Gu Wenyue kicked his calf back with his tender soles, and finally asked, "Have you ever done this for others?"

Looks very skilled.

"No." Gu Jincheng wrapped him in his arms and said softly, "Never."

It was only when Gu Wenyue was hugged tightly by him that he felt something extraordinary, and he quickly moved forward: "You—"

I'm already like this, and still want to help him?

Gu Wenyue hummed: "I won't help you, I'm lazy."

Gu Jincheng took the time to appreciate his appearance, maybe he was going to be separated for a few more days, so he touched his ear tip presumptuously: "I didn't ask you to help."

Gu Wenyue shrank his shoulders, his thoughts were chaotic, and his heart was beating like a drum.

Fortunately, Gu Jincheng only tasted it, lying flat on the bed: "It's still early, sleep a little longer."

Gu Wenyue silently stayed a few centimeters away from him, and turned sideways without moving.

After an unknown amount of time, he relaxed and fell asleep again.

Gu Jincheng had to go on a business trip at some point, he hugged the person at his side who had been facing away from him, and slowly brushed the tip of his nose along the skin of the back of his neck.

In the end, the thin lips rested on his jade-like round earballs, and he squeezed the earlobe and sucked as he wished.

It was as soft and delicious as he imagined.

It's a pity to say goodbye for a while.

When Gu Wenyue woke up again, he was going to see if Ding Hai urged him to go to work, but he accidentally saw Gu Jincheng's WeChat message.

GJC: [I have something to do abroad, I'm going to go for a few days, take good care of myself]

Gu Wenyue looked at the pillow he had slept on, and patted it lightly.

so busy.

Gu Wenyue bent his knees, typed slowly and replied: 【Take good care of yourself. 】

Without waiting for a reply, he guessed that he might be on the plane.

When going downstairs, Gu Wenyue asked Butler Zhang, and learned that Gu Jincheng had left early in the morning, and Zheng Ye came to pick him up.

While eating breakfast, he also sent Zheng Ye a WeChat message: [Assistant Zheng, please take care of Mr. Gu]

morning.

Gu Wenyue and Ding Hai appeared in Feiyue Media, and first had a preliminary communication with the endorsement person sent by Yang Zifang Jewelry Management Company.

Because Gu Wenyue had received Yang Zifang's call before, the general situation had already been finalized, and today Ding Hai only needed to discuss the shooting details and determine the shooting style with the other party.

After the people left, Gu Wenyue looked around seriously at the artist studio opened by the boss of the company, Mr. Zhu: "Brother Hai, do you think it's a bit empty here?"

A small conference table for eight people, an office seat for four people, a separate desk, and several chairs.

In addition, there are neither office supplies nor daily utensils.

If it wasn't for his aunt cleaning regularly, Gu Wenyue would really think that he joined a broken company that absconded with money.

Ding Hai shrugged: "If you can fill the work every day, I can fill this place too."

He pointed to the four seats, "Here's a publicity seat, here's a finance manager, there's an assistant over there, and a studio manager. Let's work together."

Gu Wenyue suddenly realized: "Let's leave it empty, I can't afford it."

Ding Hai: "..."

Gu Wenyue sat on the edge of the desk: "Get some potted flowers. It's too deserted now."

The person who came to talk about things just now had an illusion in his eyes that this is a leather bag company.

Gu Wenyue felt a little ashamed, he was the young master of the Gu family after all, so he had to save face.

Ding Hai flipped through the address book with his mobile phone: "That's not easy, I just called them and asked them to send the green plants all over the house."

Not in a hurry to go home for dinner, Gu Wenyue simply waited for the green plants to arrive here before arranging them.

Listening to his words, Ding Hai shook his head speechlessly.

——Which popular artist has nothing to do to decorate the office?Who isn't making money like crazy outside?

Such an unprofessional artist has no future!

Taking advantage of the absence of green plants, Gu Wenyue strolled to the bathroom and got to know the way at the company by the way.

End of corridor.

Two skinny girls and a tall boy faced the outside and talked together.

Gu Wenyue thought it was an employee of Feiyue Media, so he didn't take it seriously, and walked in with a glance, but felt that the back seemed a little inexplicably familiar?

Especially the man with short hair.

Who?

Gu Wenyue met a lot of people when he went out to activities, but in fact, there were very few people who he really dealt with and whom he could remember.

But just a back view can give him a vague sense of familiarity.

He felt that this person must be someone important.

When Gu Wenyue washed his hands, he was thinking deeply, how could there be such an impression in his mind?Who on earth is it?

He frowned, and when he returned to the corridor, he just had a face-to-face meeting with the three of them.

The three youthful faces were suddenly pleasantly surprised, and they whispered in unison.

"Teacher Wen Yue! Why are you here?"

"Are you going to the toilet in this building?"

"Teacher Wen Yue, you have become handsome again. You have told your classmates that you are really as handsome as the live broadcast. They don't believe it. How angry."

Gu Wenyue: ...It turned out to be Zhao Qiangwei, Zhou Jun, and Li Qian from "The Brain Is a Good Thing".

No wonder he thought Li Qian's back looked familiar, but he didn't, because he walked such a long ancient road with Li Qian, his legs almost broke.

He was indeed a very important person.

Gu Jivenge Wen Yue glanced at Li Qian's ankle with a pair of peach blossom eyes: "Your leg is healed? Didn't you leave any sequelae?"

Li Qian stepped forward and said gratefully, "Mr. Wen Yue, you still remember my legs. I'm so touched."

Gu Wenyue: ... Who can forget this?

Zhao Qiangwei also said excitedly: "Teacher Wen Yue, I was still regretting a few days ago. I only took a photo with you before, but I didn't ask you for an autograph. You don't know, your autograph is worth a lot!"

Gu Wenyue scratched the tips of his ears: "Then I really don't know."

There was a smile in the peach blossom eyes, "Come to my studio? Shall I sign two for you?"

Zhou Jun's eyes widened: "Mr. Wenyue, your studio? Ah, so you are an artist from Feiyue Media."

The three college students looked at each other in surprise and joy.

Gu Wenyue thought: Judging by their expressions, they must have misunderstood the meaning of the word "studio". His original intention was to find a place with seats to sit.

After entering the studio, Zhao Qiangwei sighed like reciting a poem: "Ah!"

Gu Wenyue & Ding Hai: "..."

startled.

Zhao Qiangwei looked around and said regretfully, "Teacher Wen Yue, you are so frugal and simple. I always thought you were living a life of luxury and luxury. It turned out to be my prejudice and misunderstanding."

Li Qian also said: "Yes, Teacher Wen Yue, you really can't see that you are someone who would stay in such an ordinary office."

Zhou Jun also said: "Teacher Wen Yue, you are really a clear stream in the entertainment industry."

"Ahem." Gu Wenyue wanted to pass a thermometer to each of them to test whether their temperature exceeded the standard.He pushed away a rolling office chair with his toes, "Sit down. You're welcome."

Finally, Zhao Qiangwei came to her senses: "Teacher Wen Yue, do you have any other employees in your studio?"

Li Qian also asked: "Is it just established?"

Gu Wenyue glanced at the folder Zhou Jun was holding in his hand: "What are you guys doing here? Tell me first, and I'll decide whether to talk about me or not."

Only then did Zhou Jun remember the document in her arms, and quickly put it on the table, and looked at the two good classmates: "Mr. Wen Yue, this is a script we wrote together."

Zhao Qiangwei said dejectedly: "You won't believe me, we are here to attract investment."

Ding Hai was dealing with things at first, and he also glanced at them when he heard this: "What investment?"

Gu Wenyue reached out to pick up the script, the first page read "Twelve Hours of Crazy"

He flipped through it, and the front is the situation of the script project. The characters, outline, and plot outline are very clear.

Zhao Qiangwei explained to Ding Hai: "We want to make a movie."

Although it was not successful, Li Qian was still full of passion: "Our dream is to put our own works on the big screen. Although it failed."

Zhou Jun cheered up: "No, we didn't! Although this is the eighth person who rejected us, we didn't fail!"

Zhao Qiangwei also raised her hand to cheer herself up: "Yes! We have not failed! There must be someone who has the insight to recognize heroes, and someone will definitely be willing to invest in us!"

This "bare-walled" studio suddenly became full of enthusiasm.

Gu Wenyue, who was sitting at the table flipping through the script, swept his fingertips over the end of his eyebrows, and in silence, looked at Ding Hai who was full of astonishment from the three youthful and passionate faces.

——The four people in front of them are more like a family.

It may be the same hospital that injected chicken blood.

As a self-proclaimed "senior practitioner in the entertainment industry", Ding Hai asked a practical question: "Then, why didn't the eight investors you found invest in your script?"

As a social person who was once beaten black and blue by the invisible iron fist of the entertainment industry, or who is still scrambling and beating his whole body with plaster, Ding Hai actually has some guesses about them.

It is nothing more than to accuse investors of lack of vision;

The bosses are all blind, but they can recognize heroes with their eyes;

As a Maxima, they did not meet the right Bole and so on.

At the conference table, three young college students pulled up their chairs and sat down, as if they were facing an important person, and explained seriously one after another.

Zhao Qiangwei: "A third of the people, after reading the synopsis of the script, immediately said that they would not vote for a fast-paced movie with a single female lead, because there is no love, no CP to hype, no hype, no fans, no fans, no fans." Make money!"

Zhou Jun: "One-third of the people saw the character design and said the story is okay, but the heroine is not. If we change it to a male protagonist, they will take another look."

Li Qian: "There are still one-third of people who say that there is no need to invest two to three million yuan. Their money is currently investing several hundred million yuan in big movies. Let us go back and study and write papers."

Zhao Qiangwei pointed to the roof: "Today, people from Feiyue Media's film and television project team said that they have a backlog of S-level and A-level projects. Let's put the script here and contact us when we need it."

Zhou Jun helped to draw the key points: "When he said to put it 'here', he accidentally pointed his fingertips at the trash can beside the table."

Li Qian: "An agent who passed by temporarily advised us to take the script home, because Feiyue Media's shredders have aged."

Zhao Qiangwei pointed to Zhou Jun: "The agent also sent Zhou Jun a business card, saying that if Zhou Jun considers becoming an actor, he can be contacted."

Zhou Jun spread her hands: "I threw away the business card, I am a person who relies on talent to make a living!"

Li Qian thought for a while: "Ah, I saw the name before you threw it away, it's called Gu Zhengyuan."

Zhao Qiangwei continued: "We emphasize to everyone who invests in film and television that we have shooting experience, and our short video stories are good from story logic to screen editing. There are really many online hits and audiences."

Zhou Jun shook her head regretfully: "But they said, you don't have a name. They even asked us, if we invest in filming, how should the three of us sign? Should we arrange them according to the pinyin of the surnames or the number of strokes."

Li Qian patted the table, and stated righteously: "Just kidding! If someone invests in the filming, we can not sign it, but directly sign the name of the investor's father. Parents, children, and [-] generations of ancestors can all sign it!"

Ding Hai was dumbfounded, unable to answer a word.

The three college students showed "nuclear harmony" and polite smiles.

In the eerie silence, with a "snap", the script was slapped crisply on the table.

The four faces, for some unknown reason, all looked at the handsome man together.

Gu Wenyue bent his exquisite peach blossom eyes, and said lightly: "I voted, Brother Hai will send money to them."

four people:……?

Three college students rushed over, surrounded Gu Wenyue, one tapped his left shoulder, the other tapped his right shoulder, while the other boy squatted aside and pinched his leg.

"Mr. Wenyue, ah no, the capital's father, really? You're not kidding, are you?"

Gu Zifang's father Wen Yue put the script on the table and said slowly: "But I have conditions."

"You say!"

The three of them stood in front of him together, with their chests raised and their heads raised, as if obeying orders.

Gu Wenyue rubbed the bones of his nose: "Actress, let me decide."

The three looked at each other.

——Could it be that this is what was rumored to bring money into the group?

Zhou Jun was in a dilemma: "Mr. Wenyue, although I am very grateful that you said that you want to invest, if the image and temperament of our heroine don't match very well, isn't that too good?"

Li Qian also said: "Teacher Wen Yue, this actress has to be a cool, charming and delicate actress, but also has a bit of a sculpted personality inside. Is the actress you have chosen suitable?"

Zhao Qiangwei nodded: "Father of the employer, there is one more thing, we may not be able to afford it. The investment amount of 300 million we set is for all amateurs, not actors. If we use well-known actors, the money will not be enough. .”

Gu Wenyue crossed his hands casually, put them in front of him, and looked up at the three of them: "Shen Yuexin, is it suitable? I'll talk to her about the remuneration, it's not included in the filming fee for you."

Zhou Jun: "Oh my god, Shen Yuexin?! Appropriate!"

Li Qian: "Damn, can we make a movie starring Shen Yuexin as a heroine?"

Zhao Qiangwei: "Hurry up, someone pinches me, I'm a little dazed!"

On the way back, Ding Hai asked: "Brother Wen Yue, do you want to help the three of them? Or do you really think the script is good? Or are you considering the investment issue?"

Gu Wenyue waved the script in front of him, and smiled lightly: "My father should like this story very much. If Shen Yuexin can be asked to shoot it, he will like it even more."

Ding Hai: ...?