The corridor of Yunwa Tea House is quiet and the decoration is high-end.
When you come out of the private room, you can see a simple landscape painting, with bamboo forest and distant mountains, indifferent and quiet.
Ning Wujia took a deep breath and prepared to say something to persuade Qi Yanchen.
A gentle female voice sounded, "Yanchen, long time no see."
Ning Wujia turned around and saw Li Wen wearing a white skirt.
When Qi Yanchen heard the voice, he almost glanced at Li Wen and responded distantly, "Yeah."
Ning Wujia looked at Qi Yanchen with a smile on her face.
Qi Yanchen raised the ends of his eyes and glanced at Ning Wujia, his eyes cold and without warmth.
Ning Wujia immediately understood that he was not familiar with this person at all.
The entertainment industry is like this. When you are popular, you have friends everywhere, and everyone comes to say hello when they see you.
And people like Qi Yanchen who have always been at the top of the clouds have countless "friends".
Li Wen was a little embarrassed. When she was looking at Qi Yanchen through the screen, she felt that he was different from before.
But face to face, her feelings became clearer and he changed a lot.
Seven years ago, when he was 20 years old, he could only be regarded as keeping a clean life and deliberately keeping a distance from female artists.
But now, he exudes a noble and indifferent aura almost instinctively, making people afraid to approach him.
There seemed to be some important changes taking place in him, but they were elusive.
Li Wen's face turned pale for a moment, and she turned her head to look at Ning Wujia, "Yanchen's character is still so cold. This is Director Ning, hello."
Li Wen stretched out her hand.
Ning Wujia was not that kind of aloof person. He shook his hand lightly and responded politely: "Hello."
Li Wen smiled peacefully, "Director Ning, I..."
Qi Yanchen interrupted Li Wen with a cold voice, "You guys talk."
As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped forward with his long and graceful legs.
Ning Wujia didn't know Li Wen at all, so she quickly followed Qi Yanchen, "Hey, wait for me, I don't know her, what's the point of talking to her."
Li Wen: "..."
She doesn't even know what it is!
Li Wen stood there looking at Qi Yanchen's back and stamped her feet angrily.
However, her eyes flashed at this time, and she saw Qi Yanchen wearing Buddhist beads on his wrist. It seemed that he was wearing more than just a string of Buddhist beads.
Li Wen's eyes flashed slightly, and she immediately took out her mobile phone and took a photo.
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PARKING LOT.
As soon as the tall man bent down and entered the nanny car, assistant Nan Zhibai said anxiously: "Brother, my wife has been scolded on the hot search."
Qi Yanchen's face changed slightly when he heard this, and he said in a cold voice: "Didn't I let you handle it?"
Sitting down in the back seat, the man took out his mobile phone with his knuckled hands and glanced at Weibo. His already cold eyes gradually became cold.
Nan Zhibai lowered his head, "It was too late for us to deal with it. Too many media published it. The main reason is that what my wife said was so explosive that it directly topped the trending search. If it is forcibly removed, I am afraid that it will be
The wife is even more disadvantaged."
Qi Yanchen's eyelashes drooped slightly, leaving a small shadow on his eyelids, and he lightly twisted the beads on his wrist with his long fingers.
Nan Zhibai was one of the few people who knew that Qi Yanchen was married. When he first found out, he was so shocked that he couldn't sleep for three days.
He has followed Qi Yanchen since his debut. Later, Qi Yanchen focused on managing the company, and he was still his assistant.
He always thought that his boss would be alone for the rest of his life.
Unexpectedly, one day I told him to find a women's bag.
He was shocked at the time, thinking that his boss had realized that he had fallen in love with a woman and was about to pursue her.
He casually asked, "Who is it for?"
He still can't forget the three words Qi Yanchen said lightly that day, "My wife."
Of course he didn't dare to ask more about the boss's affairs, and then began a trip to help his wife buy various things.
But he also saw that his boss probably didn't care much about that wife. Anyway, he only spent money and never took her out.
So he has never seen Mrs. Qi.
Until today, backstage, he saw Qi Yanchen and Lin Zhiyang greeting each other first.
This made him particularly strange.
Qi Yanchen had never taken the initiative to talk to any female artist. He was secretly complaining about whether Lin Zhiyang was too beautiful. That move made Qi Yanchen tempted.
Then he saw Qi Yanchen taking off Lin Zhiyang's headband and putting it on his wrist, his brows furrowed into the Chinese character "Sichuan".
He asked where there was no one around, "Brother, are you..." Want to tie your hair?
The next words were not spoken. Qi Yanchen looked at him coldly and said, "Let's handle what happened on the red carpet just now and prevent the media from exposing it."
Nan Zhibai blinked, "Why? That little artist seems to have bad intentions and is teasing you."
Then, he heard Qi Yanchen's deep voice saying: "The love of husband and wife."
Nan Zhibai: "..."
No one expected that things would develop like this.
Qi Yanchen tapped his clear finger bones on his knees and looked out the window. His black pupils were bottomless, making it difficult to tell what he was thinking.
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Villa No. 1 in Mid-Levels is a wealthy area in Beijing where every inch of land is at a premium.
Xia Lan knew that Lin Zhiyang lived here, so it was not surprising.
Because she was born with a kind of pride and the temperament of a wealthy lady.
Sometimes she worked hard for two months to shoot a scene, and the pay was not even worth her clutch bag, but she still worked hard.
At first she thought she was some wealthy little princess pursuing her dreams in the entertainment industry.
Later I found out that her father passed away and left her an inheritance.
The car stopped, and Xia Lan didn't get out of the car. She just said: "You must think of a solution when you go back. Whether you can continue to stay in the entertainment industry depends on whether you can get Qi Yanchen to say something for you on Weibo.
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Lin Zhiyang smiled and gave Xia Lan an OK gesture, but when she turned around, she straightened her lips.
Can he agree?
Moreover, she once told him that she would never borrow his background or his power when entering the entertainment industry, and now she asked him to post it on Weibo!
Ahhhh! How embarrassing!
Lin Zhiyang's red lips parted slightly, and he let out a long sigh.
But is face more important or the hard work of the past two years?
Thinking of this, Lin Zhiyang clenched his fists.
No! She had to try.
Stepping into the living room, Lin Zhiyang kicked off her high heels and stepped on a pair of pink plush slippers on her fair and tender ankles.
She looked around the black and white minimalist style living room.
No one was seen.
He often sleeps at the company when he is busy, and he doesn't know if he will come back tonight.
As Lin Zhiyang walked to the second floor, he took out his mobile phone and sent a WeChat message to Qi Yanchen.
Qi Yanchen's WeChat avatar is a string of black Buddhist beads with incomprehensible Sanskrit characters on his hand. He looks very stoic and makes people have no interest in chatting with him.
The slender jade finger moved on the phone screen to open the chat interface.
The two of them were still chatting about the purchasing pictures she sent him a month and a half ago.
Many bags and jewelry were not available in China, so she had to ask him to buy them abroad.
Every time I send it, he will reply with "Received", which is very like a real purchasing agent!
Aunt Zhang, the live-in aunt, came over and said, "Madam, do you want to have dinner?"
Lin Zhiyang shook his head, "No need."
Lin Zhiyang didn't seem to be in a very high mood.
Aunt Zhang's words "Sir is back too" were stuck in her throat and she did not say it out.
