At around ten o'clock at night, Yun Qiao was still in front of the computer, sorting out her files.
She has to make some preparations for the meeting tomorrow.
She doesn't know much about the entertainment industry, but she has money and connections, and Xi Yan has prepared many assistants for her.
Since Yun Qiao agreed to be Wen Luyao's manager, she would not harm her, nor would she blame everything on others. She was really studying seriously.
She also invited the agent team from South Korea, Japan and Hollywood to serve as a reserve army and refer to their experience at any time; in China, she also found a gold medal agent to be her staff.
Be prepared.
She was busy here and the phone rang.
The time is already ten forty in the evening.
It's Cheng Yuan.
I picked it up casually. There was silence for a few moments and no words were spoken immediately.
Yun Qiao: "Cheng Yuan?"
"I'm at the gate of your community and I can't get in. Come pick me up."
There was finally a voice from Cheng Yuan's side.
Yun Qiao: "..."
The building she lives in is in the front row, only five or six hundred meters away from the entrance of the community.
When Yun Qiao arrived, Cheng Yuan was standing in the shadow. In the tall shadow, he could no longer look youthful, he already looked like an adult man.
I just feel a little aggrieved for no reason.
Cheng Yuan moved his backpack to his chest: "I ran away from home, you take me in!"
Yun Qiao: "..."
In her eyes, Cheng Yuan was always a child, and it was too late, so she brought Cheng Yuan in.
After getting a bottle of water for Cheng Yuan, Yun Qiao went back to the study and gave it to Cheng Fengding.
Cheng Fengding and his wife were still awake, sitting on the bed chatting, mainly about Cheng Yuan.
Cheng Yuan's situation must be taken care of, and he cannot be allowed to die. However, the couple have different opinions on how to take care of it.
Cheng Fengding was a little surprised when he received Yun Qiao's call: "Auntie, what's wrong with calling so late?"
"Cheng Yuan is here with me."
"Cheng Yuan..." Cheng Fengding was speechless for a moment.
"Is everything okay at home?"
Yun Qiao asked again.
Cheng Fengding: "It's nothing serious, just a few quarrels.
I'll ask someone to pick him up."
"It's so late, let him stay the night."
Yun Qiao said, "Let me tell you so that you won't worry."
Cheng Fengding: "That's fine, I'm disturbing my aunt."
"fine."
After hanging up the phone, Cheng Feng sighed.
He said to the old lady: "It's better to clear the road than to block it.
Cheng Yuan's character is like mine, I must do whatever I want.
This time, I'm afraid it will be useless if we don't agree, because he will run away."
The old lady almost had a heart attack.
Yun Qiao went to the guest room.
She has a dedicated person to clean the room, and the guest room is very clean, with dried quilts and a clean four-piece suit.
She took it out and threw it to Cheng Yuan: "Here."
Cheng Yuan: "Won't you help me make the bed?"
"Do you want the bed or the couch?"
Yun Qiao asked.
Cheng Yuan: "Bed."
"Then make your own bed, you have hands and feet."
Yun Qiao said.
Cheng Yuan had no choice but to take over the four-piece set, first put on the pillow and then on the quilt.
He does things very quickly.
When putting on the quilt, Yun Qiao helped pull it a few times and asked him while working: "I'll go there at noon, aren't you okay?"
Why did you run away from home?"
"They deny my ideals."
"What are your ideals?"
"I want to be a star."
Cheng Yuan said.
Yun Qiao: "You are committing evil!"
Cheng Yuan: "..."
Yun Qiao had to go to the company for a meeting the next day and had to arrange work for Wen Luyao, so she went back to her room to sleep early.
When he got up early the next day, Cheng Yuan bought breakfast and cooked millet porridge.
Yun Qiao was slightly surprised: "You want to please me so much, and you plan to stay here forever?"
"I thought about it, and you can also be my agent. Anyway, you have a lot of connections."
Cheng Yuan said.
Yun Qiao: "I want to live a few more years."
"I will listen to you obediently."
"no way!"
Yun Qiao sat down to have breakfast, "You can stay here for two days, and then you can do whatever you need to do when you go home.
Artists work very hard, and they are not as glamorous as they look."
Cheng Yuan: "I can."
"If possible, you can find another agent."
Yun Qiao said, "I don't have time to talk to you."
"Aren't you an agent?"
"Am I not at all related to you?"
Yun Qiao said.
Cheng Yuan: "What do you want me to do to agree to this?"
Yun Qiao thought for a while: "If you brush all the canvas shoes for me and make them clean, I might consider it."