Chapter 7: Mr. Wang, what about your reserve?
Looking at the backs of the three of them leaving, Peng Zixi sighed helplessly, opened the mobile phone album, and the thousands of photos in it were all the same person.
Wang Chenkai has debuted for more than eight years. At the age of ten, he joined the company as a trainee, and often sang and practiced his courage on the side of the road, in the square, and in the underground walkway. Once he sang with the team to send blessings to the teammates, because there were still very few fresh blood in the entertainment industry like this kind of child at that time, so many people commented and forwarded their video as soon as it came out. Peng Zixi also came because of that video, but at that time she was not very interested in the boy with a lot of small fluff on his face on the screen.
Later, Wang Chenkai made his debut, he had very few resources, and fans voted on the list overnight in order to let him stand on a bigger stage, and finally he got the first trophy in his life half a year later. And the people who voted for him on the list included Peng Zixi.
I don't know when Peng Zixi became interested in Wang Chenkai's affairs, maybe because Wang Chennian lived the life she imagined...
Just after five o'clock, there was a faint sound outside the office, probably the secretary and the assistants were off work.
It just so happened that there was no work to do, so Peng Zixi walked out of the door with her bag and planned to get off work. As I passed by the meeting room, I accidentally caught a glimpse of the people inside.
Wang Chenkai leaned on the sofa and pretended to sleep.
Peng Zixi couldn't help but stop, carefully pushed open the door of the living room, and crept in, trying not to make a sound, but the high heels on her feet were not as she wanted at all, and they walked one step at a time.
The man on the sofa opened his eyes slightly, and after seeing the person clearly, he subconsciously sat up and prepared to stand up.
Peng Zixi saw his intention and hurriedly waved his hand to signal him to continue sitting.
"Is there anything wrong with Mr. Peng? My agent went to sign a contract with Assistant Jane and hasn't come back yet. Wang Chenkai was a little puzzled.
"It's fine." Peng Zixi doesn't like to talk, and she doesn't know how to talk.
Wang Chenkai nodded and didn't speak again, and didn't care that she sat directly across from him, anyway, he was very happy to be alone with her. I wanted to find something to talk about, but I couldn't resist the sleepiness, and after a while, I leaned back on the sofa and fell asleep again.
When Mu Xiaoxi came in, he saw his artist sleeping on the sofa with a small blanket on his body. There was no one else in the room but him. It's strange how there can be a small blanket in this deserted living room.
didn't have time to think about it, she stepped forward and shook the man awake: "Kaikai, get up, it's time for us to go, there are few people in the company here." ”
Wang Chenkai slowly opened his eyes and rubbed his eyes in a bit of confusion. I looked around, but I didn't see the person just now, and I felt a little lost for some reason. Then I lowered my head and saw the little blanket on my body, and I couldn't hold back my happiness.
Mu Xiaoxi saw his emotions in his eyes, and frowned inexplicably: "What's wrong?" What are you looking for? ”
"Was there no one when you came in?" Wang Chenkai blurted out.
"No, you're lying here alone." Mu Xiaoxi scratched the back of his head.
"What about this?" Wang Chenkai pointed to the small blanket and asked.
"I put it on you when I came in, and I thought you were going to ask someone for it." Mu Xiaoxi replied truthfully.
Wang Chenkai didn't speak again, hooked the corners of his mouth and walked towards the door with his long legs. Mu Xiaoxi followed behind him with a blank face.
As soon as they left the door of the company after class, Jian An parked the car in front of them.
"Mr. Wang, I see that your car didn't come, why don't I send you back?" Jian An poked his head out and asked.
"No, I'll just wait a little longer." Wang Chenkai replied unhurriedly.
"But I see your fan team over there going this way." Mu Xiaoxi opened his mouth at the right time.
After a moment's hesitation, I compromised.
When you open the door, your view opens up. Peng Zixi sat in the back seat flipping through the magazine, quietly not speaking, making people feel that everything in the outside world had nothing to do with her.
Mu Xiaoxi just wanted to ask Wang Chenkai if he wanted to sit in the front, but in a blink of an eye, people had already gotten into the car and closed the door.
Why does she feel that the reserve that her artists have maintained for many years is lacking little by little? I had no choice but to get into the car and sit in the co-pilot.