After receiving the two-word reply "Okay", Yang Yuran found He Qian and informed him that he needed to go out for work on the weekend.
Yang Yuran believed that as long as she performed well over the weekend, drew a clear line with Li Shuo, and gained more favorable impressions in front of He Ningyue, she would definitely be able to help He Qian show her true feelings.
"At that time, you only need to play the role of the little boy who has a crush on me, and then you can perform it according to the script of the character you played."
Seeing He Qianguang's dull nodding, Yang Yuran warned him uneasily.
He Qian hiccupped for a few seconds and asked hesitantly: "Just, just cooperate and play the role in the script well?"
Looking at He Qian's awkward and entangled look, Yang Yuran always felt like he was turning into a bad guy who forced a good girl into prostitution.
Feeling angry and wanting to laugh at the same time, he showed the frivolous behavior of a male benefactor in ancient times, flicked He Qian's forehead with two fingers, and asked: "What other follow-up activities do you want? I will try my best to satisfy you."
Especially with the emphasis on the word 'satisfaction', He Qian's face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye.
He took two steps back and replied in a trembling voice: "I don't have any desire. I want to go home immediately after participating."
Yang Yuran secretly complained in his heart, "It's boring, I'm not teasing you." He waved his hand and said, "Okay, I'll send you the address on WeChat later, but it's best for us to go together, as this is more in line with the relationship."
"Okay, I will arrive at the company in advance and make an appointment for a ride-hailing service."
He Qian glanced towards the door every time he said a word, his desire to escape was too obvious.
"Let me pick you up. You are an artist after all, so don't always use public equipment. If one day you become famous, the unscrupulous media will use this to discredit the company."
Yang Yuran insisted hard, took out a credit card from his pocket, and handed it to He Qian: "Go and buy a suitable set of clothes for yourself, within 2,000. There is no need to be too formal, it is best to prefer a clean and refreshing style."
"I don't need your money. I run a self-media account well. The traffic is not as good as that of big Internet celebrities or popular celebrities. At least the income can sustain my livelihood. The company has always turned a blind eye to us opening an account. As long as we don't Show your face, and the company won't interfere too much. I'll arrive half an hour early on weekends, so you can come over here to pick me up."
He Qian pushed back the card and quickly fled her 404 office.
Yang Yuran was speechless for a long time. He took out his mobile phone and took a picture of his face with the front camera. He didn't seem to show any desire to eat people. The child was frightened to death.
Heqian's overreaction made her worried. Can this child cooperate with the weekend party?
In the afternoon, I put my worries aside and processed Fan Sirui's group transfer procedures. Since Fan Sirui is the leader of the second group, he has to complete the variety shows and new songs he has signed before he can completely transfer to the group.
It will take about two months, so Yang Yuran is currently focusing on He Qian's return to normal physical fitness and various trainings, and by the way, he will see if there are any other boys he can train.
Time flew by so fast, and it was Sunday morning before I knew it.
As May is approaching in Hangzhou, you can wear short-sleeved clothes with outerwear. You can just take off the outerwear when it gets hot in the afternoon, and gradually enter the day when you can show off your white arms and thin legs.
Yang Yuran didn't choose clothes that could reflect her figure, but still chose a Fila sportswear. She also didn't dress up carefully and only used eyeshadow to make dark circles under her eyes.
She is not the protagonist, and since she wants something from the other person, of course she must have the consciousness to act as a green leaf and work hard to bring out He Ningyue's dazzling light.
Mother Yang saw that Yang Yuran always didn't wear the big G, and figured out that her daughter didn't want to show off, so she gave Yang Yuran her mobility scooter, a BMW 4 Series.
There was no need to be polite between mother and daughter. Yang Yuran took the key, adjusted the seat, and stepped on the accelerator to drive to the company.
Parked in the temporary parking space and sent a message to Heqian: Put on your hat and mask and come down. I'm on the right side of the road downstairs of the company.
Heqian replied quickly: Okay, Sister Yang, I'm coming down. Actually, I don't need to wear something to prevent paparazzi. I don't have many loyal fans, basically all of them are negative fans.
Yang Yuran was upset and pressed the button: Some things are ugly when spoken out. If others don't think favorably of you, you should think favorably of yourself.
The stubborn He Xiaojianglu once again made her deeply worried. She only hoped that Xiaojianglu could show his professionalism towards variety shows and work overtime.
There was no reply for more than ten minutes, and the car window was knocked.
Yang Yuran opened the car door and waved to He Qian, who was only wearing a mask. He Qian got into the passenger seat and quickly fastened his seat belt.
I looked at the boy next to me with a scrutinizing gaze. He was quite smart and chose black and white casual clothes. It didn't look too fancy, but at least it looked comfortable.
Yang Yuran deliberately put away her thoughts of teasing the other party, fearing that the stubborn donkey would let her off the hook at the critical moment.
If she messed up today, she would have to deal with the hot problem of Shen Gu herself.
At 9:40, we arrived near the script store designated by He Ningyue and at the entrance of the scenic spot.
The script shop is located by Xiang Lake in Xiaoshan. The scene is perfectly integrated with the natural scenery, making people feel very immersed.
Yang Yuran locked the car, walked beside He Qian and gave him his arms, reminding him in a low voice: "Hold me up."
He Qian stood motionless in place with a stern and bitter face.
Yang Yuran's pimple-like response made Yang Yuran's head spin. She was so depressed. If she had known it earlier, she might as well have told He Ningyue to do it herself and let He Ningyue help her find a partner for the game.
Hey, I knew everything was going to happen sooner. What can I do now? Just carry on. She understands that the road to domestication is long and there is no need to rush, but today's matter cannot be delayed.
He took a step back and compromised: "Forget it, it's okay if you don't hold me back. Don't sit too far away from me later."
Swallow the bitter pill alone and take the donkey into the scenic spot.
Ganglu followed her silently for five or six minutes, his frown never relaxing. He hesitated for a moment and whispered: "Sister Yang, Mr. Zhou told me before I came here that you came to participate in today's event because of me. I I will cooperate with you well, but given the height difference between us, it is best for you to help me, otherwise I will look weird."
"Yes."
Yang Yuran raised her hand and patted her forehead, took her arm, and couldn't help but thank her best friend, Zhou Yuanyuan, for helping her get vaccinated.
The two of them entered the antique parlor building. As soon as their buttocks were warm, several young men wearing hemp clothes and tied with hemp ropes ran into the main hall. They knelt down at Yang Yuran's feet one after another and shouted heartbreakingly.
"Third Miss, you are finally back. The old owner of the village was poisoned and he will die with his eyes open. Please be sure to catch the murderer."
Yang Yuran played script killing when she was studying abroad, but the version she played was a junior version. Five or six people sat in the same room, got their own character introductions, read for 20 minutes and got into the characters and started acting. It was not at all as interesting as the immersive version in China.
"You worthless people can only cry. The third lady asked us to take the third lady to her room quickly. Don't miss anything."
A butler-like character walked in from the back hall, gave several people a lesson, cried bitterly, and showed Yang Yuran a favor.
Yang Yuran nodded to He Qian and signaled him not to worry, the NPC who was responding to him should be there soon.
After receiving a nod from He Qian, she left with the housekeeper and met an unexpected person when passing by the pond, Qin Muyu.
He had already changed into azure robes, and wore a purple gold crown on his head. Judging from his face alone, his sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes were very handsome. However, there was a chill in his expression that was not allowed to enter, and he looked very much like the banished immortal in ancient paintings.
But if you look down, you will see that he is holding a halberd in his hand. The sharp tip is covered with blood stains, making him look more like the God of Death who has just returned from the battlefield.
Sensing her gaze, Qin Muyu's expression of anger dissipated and he explained calmly: "My father has good relations with the He family, and he asked me to come and participate."
