There is still no news about the audition for the TV series, although he is not Wei Chen's direct agent now, and Wei Chen's work is still directly managed by the boss, but he will still know most of the itinerary for the first time, after all, there is no room for mistakes in the work of arranging the itinerary.

"Where do you go next?" Wei Chen didn't speak when he ate, and it wasn't until he swallowed the last bite of food that he began to ask about work.

"There's news about your album," Fan Lan always eats quickly, and he gets up and starts to clean up the things on the table. "Mr. Zheng Wangwen arrived in Beijing today, and the company said that he must get his composition no matter what."

"What's his current attitude?" Wei Chen, as a popular company, supports newcomers, but actually has the same resources as many first- and second-tier stars.

The soul of a song is a song, and Wei Chen insisted that the words of the firstborn should be filled by himself.

Zheng Wangwen is a composer, but there are not many people who are familiar with his name except for the music industry and the film and television industry, most of Zheng Wangwen's works are familiar to everyone, but it is the lead singer who is famous, because the concept and melody of his song are naturally conceived according to the temperament of the lead singer.

It can be said that the song he made is the lead singer who represents him, and it is irreplaceable by others.

It is not difficult to meet Mr. Zheng, and it can be said that he himself is also trying his best to meet with more people to stimulate his own inspiration. But he's seen people who are inspired but don't think they can be popular, and he can't compose either, and there may be some reality, but he thinks that such people are mediocre.

"I don't know, but it's good news to see you" Fan Lan put the takeaway in a bag and tied it, ready to take it down with him later.

Wei Chen's exposure rate is still very high, and he can reduce his itinerary after the first song is recorded. After all, the audience will get tired, and the most important thing to keep fresh is to hang your appetite.

Zheng Wangwen must have seen Wei Chen's photo somewhere, and being willing to see Wei Chen's side means that there is a lot of hope.

"Well, let's talk about you now" Wei Chen took a sip of tea and said casually.

Bang!

Fan Lan, who reacted to Wei Chen's words, accidentally bumped into the chair, and his knees were numb, and the unspeakable places on the inner thighs also hurt.

"What's the matter? I... What can I do" When Wei Chen came back last night Fan Lan didn't know at all, although the assistant was not as good as a star, but a good private life was still necessary, and it was written into the contract. Regarding this, Fan Lan was a little weak-hearted.

"I haven't said anything yet..."As if Fan Lan's embarrassed appearance was very funny, Wei Chen smiled calmly. Fan Lan looked at Wei Chen's appearance, and suddenly had a feeling that he knew everything.

I was by Cheng Cheng all night...

Fan Lan was nervous, Fan Lan was very nervous.

"Don't look at me like that" Wei Chen's eyes suddenly faded again, becoming as lazy as usual, as if the hint of ridicule just now was fake. "Next time, don't mess with the gifts of fans" Wei Chen suddenly leaned his head over and rubbed the skin of Fan Lan's neckline and abdominal muscles with his hand.

Wei Chen's index finger has a thin callus, which is practiced by playing the guitar. At this time, Fan Lan could clearly feel it through his skin, which made him tremble slightly, and he wanted to retreat and pull away from him, but he didn't know why he didn't move.

It is also forbidden for assistants to use fan gifts without permission, which is also included in the contract.

"However, I don't want to reflect it to the company for the sake of your hard work" Removing his hand, Wei Chen stood up. On the table, his mobile phone screen kept on, but because of the angle, Fan Lan couldn't see the content on it, but he was not interested.

However, after Wei Chen said this, he took his mobile phone and prepared to go back to the room, and Fan Lan finally saw what was on Wei Chen's mobile phone screen. It's a picture, a picture of the woman entangled in his back when he came down from Cheng Cheng's room yesterday...

Fan Lan was really in a cold sweat at this time.

"Don't reflect it to the company..."Wei Chen repeated. He walked into the room with his back to Fan Lan, who knew that he was going to rest, because there were still four hours before the appointed time in the afternoon.

"So you will continue to concentrate on being my assistant, Fan Lan" Before entering the door, he still glanced meaningfully at the person at the table, Wei Chen's face still had no special expression, and his expression was still a little sleepy. But Fan Lan understood that at this moment, unless Wei Chen took the initiative, he really couldn't leave.

"When... Of course" smiled stiffly, and Wei Chen entered the house only after hearing the reply.

Fuck your own people, Wei Chen didn't treat him as his own, but mastered the handle that he had to be in the same camp. Fan Lan admits that he underestimated Wei Chen a little, this kind of person is not the top, who should be the top?

With a face, a figure, resources and TM scheming, Fan Lan smiled bitterly, his boss is really good.