The gold master is my diehard fan

Chapter 20 Drawing the Line

Song Qingwen was filming a shampoo commercial in Nancheng, and it was already past eight o'clock in the evening when the shooting ended, only Gu Nan followed, An Xiaoyun's mother had a relapse, and she hurried back to her hometown.

Sitting in the box, Song Qingwen hung his head hungry and gorged himself.The director of the daytime shooting is a detail controler. Song Qingwen feels that every strand of his hair must be in the right position, and every step is arranged in advance. After tossing, he is very tired.

Gu Nan's fingers holding the chopsticks turned white, and looked up at Song Qingwen from time to time, but he hesitated to speak, frowning and biting his lower lip lightly.

Finally, Gu Nan seemed to have made up his mind, and put down his chopsticks. The wooden chopsticks accidentally collided with the plate, making a crisp sound. This sound made Song Qingwen suddenly raise his head, and there was still soup on his mouth that was too late to wipe off.

"Qingwen, your future is bright now, and the company contract is about to expire. When the time comes, you will sign a new company. With your development potential, the new company will definitely give you resources, so..."

Gu Nan looked at Song Qingwen's face, a little surprised, Song Qingwen calmly picked up a tissue to wipe the corners of his mouth, then raised his eyes with a slight smile in his eyes: "I understand, I will clear up the relationship with him as soon as possible. After all It's just trying to keep my character."

"But you have to be careful not to offend him."

Gu Nan was a little worried. How could someone like Liang Sheng be willing to be unilaterally terminated by Qing Wen? If he offended him at that time, the gain would outweigh the loss.

"En." Song Qingwen replied, and continued to eat his own meal.

Liang Sheng said that if he wanted to end this relationship, he should take the initiative to mention it to him. As a man, he would naturally disdain to lie to himself. Thinking about it this way, he is actually quite reasonable.

It has been three days since Song Qingwen returned to Beicheng. This time, based on his previous experience, he wrapped himself up tightly, wore a fisherman hat, and wore sunglasses and a mask on his face. Recognizing him, Sister Nan came out early to meet her at the door.

It went smoothly at first, and was not recognized until the exit, but when Song Qingwen was secretly happy, the unknowing true fan behind him shouted: "He is Wenwen." In an instant, a large army rushed over.

Song Qingwen turned around in astonishment, saw the crowd rushing up, and quickly ran away again. When he ran out, Gu Nan and the driver were already waiting for him.

Song Qingwen got into the car and took off his sunglasses and mask panting. Thinking of the scene just now, he felt palpitations, it was really scary.

"It's over, you may be on the hot search again."

Gu Nan smiled jokingly, Song Qingwen took off his hat, and brushed his sweat-soaked hair: "Hey, I'm already like this, how did they recognize it?"

"Normal people don't dress up like this. Anyone with a little experience will know that you are an artist."

Gu Nan looked at the laptop screen without raising her head. Inside were the invitation materials sent by various brokerage companies. She checked it carefully, with burning eyes and a serious expression.

"Many companies have heard that your contract is about to expire, and they are eyeing you. The most prestigious ones are Yunce and Anda."

"What did Zhe Yao say?"

"They haven't moved yet, but Liang Sheng mentioned it to me, what do you think?"

"No, I think you're right. I'll have a good talk with him sometime."

Song Qingwen took out the mobile phone in his pocket, and was a little lost. He listened to Sister Nan's words that night, and he thought about it for a long time. He clearly decided to end this relationship, but he didn't know why, but he felt very depressed.

Flipping the phone, Song Qingwen's eyes darkened as he watched Liang Sheng's messages these days.

Not in a city, Liang Sheng would check the weather in his place every morning, and remind himself to add or remove clothes. These messages of cold and warm made Song Qingwen feel a little sour.

He whispered softly: "Don't be so nice to me."

Song Qingwen's tone was so soft that there was almost no sound, so that Gu Nan didn't hear clearly. Turning his head to see, Song Qingwen lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking. His mood was very low, and there was a gloomy atmosphere around him.

"What did you say?" Gu Nan had never seen him like this before, Song Qingwen was always shameless in front of him, smiling all day long, even if he was very angry, he would vent it out, he would never be so forbearing.

Song Qingwen shook his head, moved his thumb, and called Liang Sheng.

The connection was quickly connected there, and before Song Qingwen said anything, Liang Sheng said hastily: "Let's have dinner together tomorrow."

His tone sounded very cheerful, he probably had something good to share with Song Qingwen.

"Okay." In this way, he just took advantage of his good mood to clarify this matter, and when the time comes, there will be a difference between the two, and everyone will be happy.

Liang Sheng went on to say, "Qingwen, are you short of anything recently?"

Song Qingwen thought for a while, did he ask this to give himself a gift?But isn’t it immoral to take things from others after they’re all separated: “I don’t want anything, I have money, and I don’t need anything.”

Liang Sheng held the phone on the other side, feeling a little distressed. Qingwen is sensible, so poor and not overbearing, and with him for so long, except for the role of Bai Yu, who was originally tried, he never asked himself for resources.

Although he doesn't take the initiative to ask for things from himself, he must give them, even the best ones.

"I'm home, so I'm going to hang up first." Song Qingwen now felt a little guilty talking to Liang Sheng, so he offered to hang up the phone.

"Ah."

After hanging up the phone, Song Qingwen turned off the screen, put the phone on the seat beside him, stared at the car window without moving, he was full of thoughts now, because Liang Sheng really treated him well, but he still wanted to be with him Draw a clear line, because this kind of relationship that is not allowed by morality cannot be accepted by oneself.

Liang Sheng was sitting in the office with his mobile phone in his hand, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curled up in a beautiful arc, and he tapped his fingertips on the table.

The phone rang again, and he swiped to turn on the loudspeaker: "Hello, Assistant Mitt, how are the arrangements?"

"It's all arranged, don't worry, boss, confess tomorrow and come on."

Mi Rong laughed a few times, saying that he had arranged everything properly, and the boss will surely succeed tomorrow.But I really didn't expect that Liang Sheng, who has always been ascetic, would take the initiative to find someone else to confess, and he didn't know what peerless beauty could catch his eyes.