Superstar, No Big Deal?!

The first time he met that man was on the second day after entering Tianguan. At that time, he was not the president of Tianguan, but a department manager.

He remembered that the weather was not very good that day, it was as dull as it was going to rain. He was walking down the corridor, looking at the gray sky through the glass, and his mood became unreasonable.

On the other side of the aisle, a group of people hurriedly walked over. One of the men in glasses was supporting a man in a white suit, because the man in the white suit was on his side, and he couldn't see his face clearly.

"An Jue, how are you?" The young man wearing glasses looked a little nervous, and the expressions of the people around him couldn't hide their worry.

When the group of people walked to him, the man in the white suit seemed to be unable to hold it, and suddenly fell down softly. The young man wearing glasses did not hold the man for a while and watched the man fall to the ground.

Sometimes, people's movements are always faster than their own brains. When he put a man in his arms, he deeply believed this sentence.

The man's complexion is a bit pale, but he is very good-looking. Even if he is used to seeing Miss Gongzi, he has to admit that this man has a face that makes all men jealous.

Although he was only a department manager, the young man with glasses seemed to know that he was the heir to the Tang family. He thanked him and explained to the man, "An Jue has been filming for three consecutive days and has not taken a break. He just returned to the company. He fainted, so we were going to send him to rest."

"Oh, then you can quickly send him," he pushed the man into the arms of the young man, smiled, "I'll take a step first."

Seeing a group of people walking away in panic, he frowned slightly. He turned out to be an artist from the company. No wonder he looks so good. Looking at it like this, he seems to be a first-line actor. Otherwise, there is such a big battle.

Going back to the office to deal with some not important documents, and then began to take out the information of the artists under the Tianguan name and start to remember. As the future president of Tianguan, he at least needs to know which artists are under his banner and what their characteristics are.

After reading the information of the first-line artist, the man was not included, and I deliberately turned over some information of the second-line artist, but there was still no information about that man.

It's really strange, he frowned, not even a second-line artist, how could it cause such a big movement.

"Bang!" A shrill, broken sound came into the office. Outside the office was a small public office area. In more than a dozen cubicles were some ordinary workers. He frowned. The soundproofing effect of this office does not seem to be good. it is good.

"You said he fainted?" A woman's voice sounded with panic. Then several people asked worriedly, including some men.

He closed the folder in his hand. The psychological quality of these employees seemed to be improved. As for what these people said, he should be the man who fainted this morning. What was his name? He carefully recalled, but he did not think of the young man wearing glasses. What was the name of that man.

In the afternoon, his father called to the president's office. When he knocked on the door and went in, he saw the man in the morning.

The man's face was still a little pale, with a slight smile on his face, sitting on the sofa in an elegant and noble posture, when he saw him coming in, the man politely smiled at him and nodded, and then said nothing else.

"Father," he walked to the desk, the corner of his eye fell on the man's face, and the man was still smiling slightly.

His father walked around the desk, walked to his side and patted him on the shoulder, with a kind smile, "Come on, Ruan Qing, let me introduce to you, this is our crown ace, Jing Anjue, Everyone in the circle calls him King of Heaven."

It turns out that it is not only a frontline, but also a superstar Uranus?

The man stood up, smiling very decently, "President Tang, don't make fun of me like that. Without the crown, there would be no me, the king of heaven or something, it's just a false name."

"Haha, you kid, you still look like this," the father seemed to be in a good mood, and praised the man in front of him. Before they went out of the office together, they saw the young man with glasses leading the two. The individual walked over in a hurry and handed over a box of fresh milk before speaking.

Then, the man was picked up by the three of them, seeming to be attending a charity party for disabled children, and he really cared about the man's pale face.

When he returned home in the evening, his father told him that the man is the most popular and influential entertainer in the entertainment industry today, and he is also the living signature of Tianguan. What he has to do after he takes over Tianguan is to renew his contract with the man. Train more first-line artists.

Jing Anjue, just such a name is enough to explain the arrogance and strength of a man.

Then he continued to be his own department manager, and occasionally heard the women outside the door chatting about the man, who had an ambiguous relationship with the man, and what advertisement did the man endorse, and what box office record did the movie played by the man set? A new album has been released.

In this company, news about men is everywhere.

When I saw the man again, he was still in that aisle. The man stood in front of the transparent glass and looked up at the blue sky. Naturally, it wasn't the prince-like smile or melancholy in the idol drama. He just looked at the sky without any expression. .

He suddenly felt that the man's profile is very good-looking. Just in his stunnedness, the man looked at him and smiled perfectly, "Manager Tang."

Not knowing what he was thinking at that moment, he walked up to the man and looked up at the sky where there was nothing but an invisible white cloud, "What are you looking at?"

"Ah, I just found a butterfly on that piece of glass. There was a butterfly flying up on the twenty-third floor. It's really interesting." The man rubbed his chin, as if he had discovered a teenager like a new world.

He suddenly smiled, "Perhaps this butterfly flew up from floor to floor, resting and flying, and it's here, maybe it's just resting here now, and it will fly higher later."

The man raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "Yeah, it flies up layer by layer, and sometimes it will fly higher after taking a break, isn't it?"

His heart beats, is this man reminding him? Recently, my actions in the Tang family have been a bit big, so this man...

"Okay, I'm leaving," the man waved his hand casually, walking very chicly, making him feel that this man is really perfect, why would he remind himself?

The man approaching the elevator rubbed his forehead, "It seems that I need a good rest, and I will be exhausted if I keep busy."

Sometimes fate begins with beautiful accidents and ends with cruel reality.

Later, he met men more often. Many times he would see men practicing tunes in the piano room, or see men in his father's office. He was a little bit puzzled, but the man was still idle? Is it hidden by the company? But looking at his father's attitude towards men, it seems different.

At a charity reception, he saw a man holding a wine glass and being surrounded by a group of men and women, not among the presidents of large consortia. The man was still particularly conspicuous among a group of people, not just because of his perfect face. Even more because of his dignity, people can't ignore his existence.

"Ruan Qing, this is your eldest son Xiao Chengyu, Uncle Xiao, who just came back from California, you are the same age, have fun together," he looked at the man who was exuding cold in front of him, and took back what he placed on the man. Gaze, stretch out his hand, "Hello."

The young man named Xiao Chengyu just shook hands with him casually, and he found that the young man's eyes were on the man, nostalgic, guilty, and sad.

He suddenly remembered that the man used to study in California, do they know each other? Ignoring the inexplicable dissatisfaction in his heart, he said a few words with the youth, and was dragged away by the son of another consortium. He finally got away and came to a remote corner and found that there were already people there.

"Mu Yan, are you okay now?" He heard that this was Xiao Chengyu's voice.

There was a moment of silence, and he heard the man's calm and almost indifferent voice, "It doesn't matter whether it is good or bad, at least no one has done anything that makes me sick."

"Ding!" The sound of the wine glass falling to the ground was particularly harsh. He saw the man's eyes full of sarcasm, "Ah, yes, Mr. Xiao, I must remind you one thing, my name is Jing Anjue, as for that Jing Mu Yan may be dead."

The man held the wine glass in an elegant posture, but the words he uttered were extremely cold, "Mr. Xiao, he died in the net you weaved with friendship. Using the lonely heart of an orphan, he deceived his friendship, but he embraced him. With such an ugly mind, you like this..." The man drank the whole glass of red wine. At that moment, he seemed to see the anger and hidden sadness in the man's eyes, "It really makes me sick."

He saw the calm and graceful Young Master Xiao's blood lost in the rumor, as if he was dead, he retracted his gaze, turned and walked into the crowd. He didn't need to know these things that had nothing to do with him.

Even so, that night, he couldn't help but pay attention to the man, watching him drink the wine toasted by others, with a smile on his face all night.

At the end of the banquet, he followed the man into the bathroom. The man spit on the sink, his face pale as paper.

Holding on to the unsteady man, he realized that his whole body was cold. He asked worriedly, "Are you okay?"

The man looked at him slowly and did not speak for a long time. He thought that the man would go drunk, or behave in other ways, but the man just smiled slightly, "It's okay, thank you."

He can see that the man is already drunk, but even if he is drunk, he still maintains perfect etiquette. It is still sad that such a man is called perfect.

As soon as he walked out of the bathroom, he saw Xiao Chengyu standing outside. For a while, he didn't know whether to let the man go or take the man away.

Xiao Chengyu's lips moved, but there was no sound, but he saw that Xiao Chengyu was saying, "Mu Yan".

He smiled, "Shao Xiao, haven't you left yet? This is an artist from our company. He is a little drunk. I am planning to send him back now."

Xiao Chengyu strode in front of him and the man, trying to reach out and touch the man’s cheeks, but eventually he fell weakly. Then he stepped back and smiled, “Then don’t bother Tang Shao. By the way, I heard that King Sedum has a stomachache. How good, tell him to eat something after he wakes up."

"I see, thank you." He looked at Xiao Chengyu and nodded. He didn't hesitate to help the man walk away. He just didn't want the man to have that kind of scandalous scandal, but because of this, he rushed to take it. The man leaves.

Perhaps, later he understood what was the reason, because at that time, he forgot that the man had his own assistant and agent. He just wanted to take the man away. He didn't want the man to be with Xiao Chengyu, but when he understood, it was too late.

At the reception held on the night that he was promoted to the company's president, many people said congratulations to him, including the man. He was wearing an Armani suit and smiled and said, "Congratulations, Mr. Tang."

"Maybe I should say thank you," he remembered that the man had reminded him intentionally, because his brother was too aggressive and he was discovered by his shrewd father. As a result, there was nothing. He couldn't help thinking that this man might be his own. Savior.

He looked up at the man's expression, but only saw his constant smile.

It's just such a smile, but he thinks it looks particularly good.

After being promoted to president, he occasionally heard about men's scandals and watched him hurriedly enter his office, and then hurriedly leave.

He slowly discovered that men like Lafite in 1982, like standing on high ground and looking at the sky, like drinking black tea, like a perfect smile on his face, like humble gypsophila, and like playing without difficulty. Little Bee and Super Mario like to sit on the sofa and smile while wandering around, like...

When he was not a perfect man, he heard that the man was dead.

died? How could it be, how could that man with a perfect smile die? !

He doesn't turn on the TV, read the newspaper, or answer the phone. These reporters always do that. They write all entertainment news. How can they write such excessive news that the man died? He must sue the media.

He would not believe, he would definitely not believe, absolutely not, how could a man die?

He thought, maybe tomorrow that man will stand up and look up at the sky, pretending to be contemplative.

He thought that maybe tomorrow the man would still be lying on the sofa in the office, sipping a cup of black tea, and ignore the schedule arranged by the agent.

He knows that men always like to get some news out to create topics for reporters, so this time men must be boring again to make such a prank.

The next day, he went to the company early. He wanted to come to the company earlier. He thought that a man would stand on the aisle and look at the sky.

However, there is no aisle, no office, no piano room, no recording studio, no dance studio, no men everywhere, maybe the man has rushed to the announcement, he must have rushed to the announcement.

"President," a man pulled him with a smile. The fear and panic on his face almost distorted his face, and he couldn't help but laugh.

"President, An Jue is dead, An Jue is dead?" This person, Xie Xun's agent said so.

"Dead...what do you mean?" He looked at this person, his smile froze, "You tell me, what does it mean to die?"

"President..." Xie Xun seemed to be frightened by his appearance, unable to speak for a while.

"Today is not April Fools' Day, don't make such a joke, you call Jing Anjue, I just found a good script for him to play the protagonist..."

"President, An Jue is dead, don't you understand?!" Xie Xun repeated again, just seeing his eyes with more obvious panic than before.

"Xie Xun, I'm in a bad mood today, so I won't be joking with you. When Jing Anjue comes back, you tell him to come and see me," he said with a deep face, "I'll go back to the office first."

"President..." Xie Xun's lips trembled, "What's wrong with you...?"

He only realized that his palm was bleeding from his nails, but why didn't he feel pain?

"It's okay," he tugged and smiled, "Go and call Lu Fan. I will discuss with him the role of Jing Anjue."

"President..." The panic on Xie Xun's face became more and more obvious, as if he was about to fall, his tone was trembling with caution, "Lu Fan...Lu Fan is in the mourning hall."

"Oh, is Jing Anjue playing the dead scene today?" He nodded, suddenly didn't want to listen anymore, "I understand, I'll go back to the office..."

"President, this is not acting, An Jue is really dead."

died? He turned his head blankly and looked at the aisle. Jing Anjue in a white suit was standing on the aisle and looking at the sky.

"What are you kidding about, isn't he there?" He pointed to the aisle, and he even saw the man turning his head and smiling at him, "The next time you make a joke, the Lord must be away."

Xie Xun looked stiffly at the empty aisle, and then looked back at the president who had always been called a fox, and his guess became clearer.

"Jing Anjue, they all made a joke about your death, what do you think!" He walked out, the man on the walkway disappeared, there was nothing on the walkway, no staff who came and went on weekdays, no sound, what nor.

"Hey, your almost 30-year-old man can't play hide-and-seek, right?" He asked with a smile, his voice trembling in the empty walkway.

He turned his head and looked at Xie Xun, who was pale, "You said, did he hear your joke? I tell you, in fact, that man is very careful, you will definitely get revenge by him."

"President, wake up, An Jue... An Jue, he is no longer there, and his body is still in the mourning hall, he is no longer there!" Xie Xun almost roared out these words.

He shouldn't listen to this kind of joke that has no nutrition at all. It has no meaning at all. He doesn't even look at Xie Xun, so he turns around and leaves.

The man is not dead, not dead, what's the joke? Are you kidding me? !

Xie Xun watched Tang Ruanqing go further and further, and sat on the ground with a plop. He tremblingly took out his mobile phone, "Lu...Lu Fan, the president is not right, he..." He didn't know how to describe it in words. After a pause, he said, "He seems to be crazy."

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