"Uh...... I've already said it, so you don't have to wait all day delivering food and delaying your creation. ”

An Sheng really felt that Li Zhien was a little stupid to treat him as a fool, and she could say such an outrageous excuse, and she said it so openly.

"Do you think I believe it?"

Li Zhien tilted his head slightly, frowned a little, with a thoughtful expression, and said, "How do I know if you believe it or not." ”

"But you've promised me that you won't go back."

An was angry: "It seems that I only promised you to write a script for you, but I didn't promise you a job." ”

"Then why didn't you say yes?"

"Why should I say yes?" Ansheng didn't want to repeat these questions about the number of words: "I have my own job, and I'm still happy to do it, why should I go to you." ”

An Sheng also thought about it when he said this, after all, he was a black fan, and if he appeared in her studio, he would not be poked in the back by others. He didn't want to do this kind of thing that would shoot himself in the foot.

Lee Ji-eun's cell phone rang here, interrupting the conversation between the two of them.

An Sheng watched her get up and leave to answer the phone, while he sat in the living room, to be honest, he hadn't seen her mansion properly since he came in, but An Sheng also resisted a little to look at it, because he felt that people lived by faith, and he was afraid that if he looked at her mansion carefully, his dream would be hit.

So he sat quietly in place, thinking about the question he couldn't figure out just now, what was Li Zhien's intention.

It didn't take long for Li Zhien to come back, she first said sorry apologetically, and then sat back.

"You're happy delivering food?" She asked.

An Sheng was speechless, is this a question of happiness or not? It's a question he doesn't want to go to.

"I don't care if I'm happy or not, if I go to you, how will your staff react when they see me?"

"What do you care about them?" Li Zhien seemed to be determined to let An Sheng go to work with him: "Besides, are you so thick-skinned that you are afraid of what others will say?" ”

For the first time, someone who was not a friend said that he was cheeky, but An Sheng couldn't refute it, after all, a black fan could enter her house and talk for so long, if it weren't for his thick skin, he would have died of shame.

"You don't want to attack in life, I'm just not afraid of life." An Sheng defended a little and said: "'Besides, what does this have to do with being thick-skinned, don't you think this matter is very strange, a black fan of yours goes to work in your company, is this in line with common sense?" ”

The light that shone on An Sheng's head just now slowly tilted to Li Zhien's face, and a beam of light adorned the tender white skin, giving people a mysterious beauty.

"Yes."

An Sheng smacked his lips, "Okay, if you say yes, you can conform, but I won't go." ”

Li Zhien looked at him and felt that it didn't make sense for him to say anything, so he released a big move.

"How much do you make a month delivering food now?"

"What can I tell you?" Anson refused to answer.

"I can give you twice the price now, and it's easier than if you were delivering food now." Lee Ji-eun spoke her conditions.

An Sheng's face immediately changed, "If you don't say this condition earlier, if you say it earlier, there won't be so much to do." ”

Li Zhien was also a little overwhelmed by An Sheng's sudden change of face: "You agreed?" ”

"Of course, boss." An Sheng even changed his title.

Li Zhien's heart was too tired, he knew that it was so easy to say, and he didn't have to spend so much time talking before.

"Boss, can I ask, what kind of work do you do?"

Since An Sheng promised to go to work, he should ask himself what he wants to do, so that he can understand in advance, as the saying goes, don't fight uncertain battles.

"Do you know Iutv?"

"Of course, I've read it all." An Sheng said with a little ostentation: "I told you before that I know you better than your true fans, and this sentence is not nonsense. ”

Li Zhien nodded: "That's good, there is no photographer in IUTV, I want you to be a photographer." ”

"That's a good feeling. Do you know what I was doing before I delivered food? I've been a camera on TV. An Sheng began to brag, and the expression on his face was almost the same as before.

"Huh." Li Zhien sneered, the person who didn't agree just now is so attentive now, he is really a fickle man.

"That's no problem, you can go to work tomorrow." Li Zhien was afraid that he would not know the location of the company, so he specially reminded him.

Ansheng promised to be on time tomorrow morning.

In this way, the conversation between the two ended, and An Sheng became an employee of Li Zhien in a daze.

Sitting on the steps at the entrance, An Sheng was putting on his shoes, and Li Ji-eun didn't know when he walked behind him.

Looking at his right foot, he slowly spoke: "Does it hurt?" ”

An Sheng looked up and saw Li Zhien, and realized that he was talking about the scar on his foot.

"It doesn't hurt anymore." An Sheng recalled that his voice had become low before, "But it really hurt at the time." ”

"I've suffered a great sin."

"It's okay, it's all here." An Sheng put on his shoes and stood up: "Then boss, we will see you tomorrow morning." ”

An Sheng smiled at Li Zhien.

Li Zhien was in a trance, as if he had suddenly returned to his student days, and his crush on the senior smiled at her with his back to the sun one afternoon, and the clean and sunny teenager seemed to be glowing, so that Li Zhien could not forget.

It wasn't until An Sheng pushed open the door and walked out for a long time that Li Zhien came to his senses.

*

"You said yes so easily?" The picture returns to the second floor of the fried chicken restaurant, and Zhao Lang asks An Sheng.

An Sheng nodded: "Yes, she gave such a good treatment, why should I refuse." ”

"Didn't you say it was a trap?"

"yes, so what?"

"You're not afraid that she will calculate you?"

"I'm afraid, but I don't have much money anyway."

An Sheng was quite calm, but he was anxious for Zhao Lang.

"You're really sick in the brain, and you jumped into it yourself knowing that it was a trap."

"And if I don't jump, how do I know it's a trap?"

"What do you mean by that?" Zhao Lang pondered his words and asked.

The corners of An Sheng's mouth went up, and his tone was a little playful: "Since I can't figure out why she did this, then I just don't want to, just 'just go find the answer yourself?' ”

"What do you mean by not entering the tiger's den to get the tiger?"

"It can be explained this way."

Zhao Lang used a sentence that often occurs when a domineering president appears.

"You're playing with fire."

At this time, Xiao Liu downstairs shouted.

"Manager, a guest is here."

After Zhao Lang replied, he looked at An Sheng: "I still say that, don't play yourself to death." ”

After saying that, he walked down.

An Sheng sat alone on the second floor in a daze.