Chapter II

In the end, after Cheng Yuan's introduction, Tong Yan finally understood the reason why the group of people in front of him got together.

To put it simply, the contract of the company that Cheng Yuan works for is about to expire, and although several large companies have already offered him olive branches, he does not intend to choose among them. After all, because of the accumulation of the past few years, he is already well-known in the circle, and he wants to take advantage of this opportunity to stand on his own.

Therefore, he found a few good friends who had a strong relationship with him, and planned to save a new drama together to make a resounding first shot for his new company.

However, Tong Yan didn't think it had anything to do with her.

"So what?" She smiled awkwardly and tactfully.

Cheng Yuan obviously had a black face, but he still forcibly suppressed the urge to beat her, and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "So, I want you to write the screenplay." "Otherwise, do you think I'm looking for you to be angry?

"You're kidding!" Tong Yan was obviously taken aback after hearing his words, completely forgetting that there were other people around her, especially as soon as Ling Zesheng spoke, she regretted it a little, and laughed dryly twice, and then gave Xia Qi a look for help, while begging to let go with a stiff face.

"Uh, Cheng Yuan, no, Cheng Dao. I think you need to be cautious about this, really. Anyway, this is also your company's first play, and it can't be destroyed in my hands, right? After speaking, he winked at him, and the meaning conveyed to him in his eyes was actually: Can we talk about this in private? Count me begging you~~~

However, Cheng Yuan doesn't seem to buy it.

"Mowgli, it's wrong for you to do this." Cheng Yuan had a righteous expression on his face, "The people sitting here today are all their own people, you see so much!" I know your strength, although the time to sharpen is a bit short, but I believe that you can make a difference in the future. So, how about doing my brother a favor? After speaking, he patted her on the shoulder earnestly, completely looking like she was entrusted with a heavy responsibility.

, the words are like this, how can people bear to refuse?

But not refusing is tantamount to burying yourself in a pit!

The smirk froze on his lips, and Tong Yan moved his gaze to Xia Qi beside Cheng Yuan with a sad face, his eyes were full of the complicated feelings of a dying person grasping the last life-saving straw: Sister Xia, saving someone's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter~~~ Please help me say something!

At this time, Xia Qi had a blank expression that didn't see her at all, looked down at the teacup, raised a hand, and silently blocked Tong Yan's gaze towards her.

Tong Yan: "There is a sense of pathos that there is no love in life.

"It's not that hard."

A light sentence suddenly sounded, and it instantly attracted the attention of everyone in the room, it was Ling Zesheng.

Tong Yan was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously looked at him. The eyes of the two met in the air so impartially, Tong Yan was suddenly startled, subconsciously turned his gaze away, and lowered his head slightly. After that, I heard his voice as cold as spring breeze and rain continue to come.

"I don't know what dramas Miss Tong has participated in before, so it's inconvenient to say more." He adjusted his posture and paused, "But I believe in Cheng Yuan's vision, since he is willing to choose you, it means that Miss Tong must have something special, and I, as Cheng Yuan's partner, also hope to have a pleasant cooperation with Miss Tong, and ask Miss Tong to think about it carefully." ”

At the end of the words, he deliberately lowered his tone, and seemed to have a smile, very gentle and gentlemanly, but inexplicably it made people feel a little distant.

But no matter what, Tong Yan couldn't say anything to refuse.

She still maintained a slightly bowed posture, and inadvertently bit her lower lip, suddenly feeling very nervous.

At this time, Fang Han, who had been silent beside him, suddenly spoke up, he gently knocked on the wall of the teacup with his fingers, and said in a light tone: "Don't be so formal, everyone, I'm under a lot of pressure when you talk like this." After speaking, he laughed twice, trying to eliminate the embarrassment in the atmosphere in front of him.

Tong Yan silently rolled her eyes in her heart, she was under a lot of pressure! She's just here to make a soy sauce, why is it the focus of attention now?!

Well, in the end, it was Fang Han's words that played a role, and a few people at the table quietly shifted the topic elsewhere.

Tong Yan was finally able to take a good breath, and later followed Fang Han's words with two jokes, but during this period, she couldn't help but look at Ling Zesheng a few more times.

He was very quiet, always sitting at the table very casually, sometimes looking out the window, taking a sip of tea from time to time, not too keen on the topic they were talking about, but listening carefully, occasionally interjecting two sentences, although not much, but very reasonable, very profound.

Tong Yan paid attention to him quietly, reflecting the light outside the window, silently tracing the outline of his side face in his heart. Just like this, there will still be indescribable joys welling up in her heart, and then gradually distracted, recalling his face seen on posters and TV, and slowly overlapping with the real appearance in front of her at this moment

Oh, my dear Ling Zesheng

As a brain-dead fan who has been chasing you for many years, should I ask you for an autograph now?

Well, it doesn't look like the right occasion is right at hand.

Tong Yan's eyes wandered around the people in front of him, and finally suppressed the strong ** in his heart and let out a long breath.

She must be calm.

Maintaining such a twisted mentality, Tong Yan finally lasted until the end of this so-called symposium.

The final result of the meeting was that several people except Tong Yan had reached a consensus, and after going back, they each started to prepare their own teams, and then they were ready to go, waiting for Tong Yan's script.

Faced with such an ending, Tong Yan said that she couldn't accept it, but under the circumstances, she couldn't say anything about refusal in front of so many people. Otherwise, Cheng Yuan and Xia Qi would have lost face. Then I can only wait for the private time when no one is alone.

Thinking like this, Tong Yan was a little depressed, seeing Cheng Yuan and Xia Qi go out to send Fang Han and Liang Muchuan, the assistant director, she excused herself to go to the bathroom, took care of it hastily, and went back to the box first, ready to wait for them to come back.

It's just that I didn't expect to open the door of the box and see Ling Zesheng sitting in place, and when I heard someone open the door, I followed the sound and looked at her.

With just one glance, Tong Yan froze in place.

"Ling, Teacher Ling." Tong Yan smiled awkwardly, "You haven't left yet?" ”

Ling Zesheng didn't seem to notice her unnaturalness, and nodded slightly, "I still have something to talk about with Ah Yuan." After speaking, he pointed to the chair opposite him with his eyes, glanced at Tong Yan again, and said in a light tone: "Come and sit." ”

It was originally a very ordinary sentence, but Tong Yan was stunned and heard some side meaning from it.

She let out an "oh", walked a little stiffly to the position she had just placed, sat down, took the cold teacup on the table, and held it in the palm of her hand. That's how it feels safe.

It was quiet in the small box, and neither of them spoke.

Tong Yan's whole body gradually tensed, and she wanted to say that she had never been so nervous when she graduated from college and participated in the interview. It's really amazing!

She lowered her head and counted her breath as she swept her eyes towards the private room door.

Why haven't Cheng Yuan and Xia Qi come back yet?!

"Miss Tong."

Ling Zesheng suddenly spoke, startling Tong Yan.

She was stunned for a moment, raised her eyes to look at him, and said with a little stammer: "Ling, Teacher Ling, just call me Tongyan." ”

"Okay." Ling Zesheng suddenly bent the corners of his lips, and his tone softened a little inadvertently: "Then don't call me teacher, just call me by name." ”

"Uh, how is she supposed to answer that?" Tong Yan was a little speechless, paused for a moment and then nodded slightly: "Okay." ”

"Don't be nervous." Ling Zesheng said again.

Hearing this, the innocence instantly felt like digging a hole to bury himself. Is it so obvious that she is on the table? It was discovered! There was a frenzy in her heart, but she still pretended to be a faint look on the surface, shook her head, and wanted to cover up: "I, I'm not nervous." ”

Ling Zesheng lowered his head and chuckled, but did not speak again.

Now Tong Yan is not calm again, what are you laughing at? It's scary!

It was quiet for another minute.

"Tong Yan, haven't you thought about it yet?" Ling Zesheng's voice rang low again.

"Huh?" Tong Yan subconsciously replied to a monosyllable, and met his slightly inquiring gaze, only then did he realize that he was talking about the script, so he lowered his head and thought about it, and finally felt that he should tell the truth: "It's not that I don't want to help Cheng Yuan, it's just that I have just entered this industry, and there are still many things to learn, and this is related to Cheng Yuan's development, I'm afraid I'm afraid I'll mess up." ”

With that, she took a deep breath and looked up at him.

And Ling Zesheng didn't answer immediately after listening to her words, he lowered his head for a moment before saying, "There are many things that you don't have to wait until you are ready to do. Still, I hope you'll think again. ”

The tone is light, without the slightest sense of toughness, and it is completely impossible to say "no".

So Tong Yan was stunned in place for two seconds, and finally spit out a word weakly: "Okay." ”

It was at this time that Cheng Yuan and Xia Qi pushed open the box door and walked in.

"Tong Yan Wuji, you are too uninteresting like this!" Cheng Yuan crusaded against her as soon as he entered the door, and he didn't care about Ling Zesheng's feelings on the other side at all. He directly patted Tong Yan on the shoulder, and said viciously: "Isn't it just for you to write a book, anyway, you are also an Internet writer, you are a good hand at teasing the pink psychology of modern and contemporary older young women, how can I let me use you to get wet, and accumulate a group of female fans by the way!" ”

At the mention of this, Tong Yan's heart suddenly trembled, turned around and pressed Cheng Yuan's hand on her shoulder, and begged for mercy with a smile: "Cheng Yuan, no, Cheng Dao, I was wrong, let's talk about this matter later, okay?" ”

"Not good." Cheng Yuan had a very tough attitude, and sat down directly beside her, "You have to agree to this matter today, and you have to agree if you don't agree, otherwise I will post your photo on your Weibo!" ”

This is a threat from Chiguoguo!

Tong Yan was taken aback, and immediately gave Xia Qi a look, wanting her to persuade Cheng Yuan to stop this topic quickly, but there is still Ling Zesheng next to her, she can't throw away the little face she has here!

However, before Xia Qi could speak, Ling Zesheng had already asked a word.

"Tong Yan actually writes novels?" He seemed very interested, and turned his eyes to look at her: "What type of novel?" ”

Oops!

Tong Yan was like a great enemy, and turned his head to glare at Cheng Yuan.

Stop!

“**。” Cheng Yuan's words have been exported.

For a moment, Tong Yan only felt that her front was black, her hands trembled, she closed her eyes, and covered her face.

Ask, what is more tragic in this world than being known by an idol that she is a rotten house girl who writes ** essays?

Answer: I was misunderstood by an idol that I was bent

Tong Yan: "Heheda~~~~~" burst into tears.