surrender to her

Chapter 91 Toast
Night falls.

The neon lights are on the rise, and the street lights are gradually turning on. This small capital that can easily change the fate of tens of millions of people has changed to a luxurious and extravagant way to continue the hustle and bustle.

The cold wind hit their necks, and the four of them waited for the car sent by the company while breathing white mist at the intersection.

Fu You looked back at the community, "The paparazzi have touched this place several times, I reported it to the company, and the notice came down, and we moved in these two days."

Meng Cheng was wearing a mask, half of his face was retracted into the high collar, and his voice was a bit vague: "I'm so popular now that paparazzi are taking photos?"

"You don't have any points in your heart?" Fu You sneered and asked back, guessing: "Someone probably wants to deal with you."

Meng Cheng said: "It seems that I am still very popular, and I have been recruited to deal with it."

Fu You: "..."

She was too embarrassed to tell the truth. Meng Cheng, who was too lazy to show his face, was known by his own people to be casual, and in the eyes of others, he would easily develop into a defiant person.

And being Buddhist does not mean that others think you are Buddhist. Her face is in the entertainment industry, even if she puts it there and does nothing, it can make people feel threatened.

While talking, the car drove over, and several people got in one by one.

After his body thawed a bit, Fu You began to babble about tonight's precautions. Meng Cheng nestled in the seat, hanging his head, wondering if he was listening.

"No matter how tired you are, you have to laugh! Our celebration banquet is different from other people's ordinary banquets. The new boss of Zhongke will show up for the first time, and there will be many big companies who have been invited to bring their little flowers, and many will come to rub It’s because of the traffic. It’s bound to come out with the momentum of ‘No one wants to grab my mother’s home court’, you know?”

"Also, those funders, you should show some face, as long as you have a little bit, your follow-up resources will be able to keep up, so that a dark horse movie will not be forgotten by everyone... and you will not be able to keep making fast food dramas in the future When it was broadcast, people complained about it..."

Meng Cheng half closed his eyes.

Because Chen An, the producer and main producer of "Taming the Demon", is a non-staff member of Zhongke, he intends to use this banquet to clean up the dust for the newly appointed president of Zhongke, who has a good relationship with him, and at the same time, to celebrate the new president who is in preparation. The play is looking for candidates.

Therefore, both male and female protagonists are starred by newcomers, and a celebration banquet for a small dark horse movie that cost less than tens of millions and originally only had the crew to celebrate their achievements has become so complicated and commercial.

After Fu You finished chanting, the car just drove into the high-end club where the banquet was held.

The phone rang.

Xiao Ze: [Are you here? 】

Meng Cheng: [Just arrived. 】

Xiao Ze: [Okay, I'll pick you up. 】

Xiao is the director and screenwriter of "Taming the Demon", a young, handsome and elegant talent.

It was also he who discovered Meng Cheng from a small place even more remote than Shangougou, and made her the heroine of his famous novel.

Both of them made their mark in various circles because of this.

And it was Mass Entertainment that Xiao Ze recommended her to sign a contract with. Although the company is a bit small, it is not so inhumane and is more friendly to artists, especially newcomers.

"Tsk tsk, come pick him up in person, why didn't I see Director Xiao pick up Xu Haoran." Fu You saw the content of the chat and teased.

Xu Haoran is the leading actor in "Taming the Demon".

Meng Cheng pretended not to hear the gossip in her words, and said to Jiang Yu who was sitting in front: "Give me a mobile phone with a privacy screen."

Fu You: "..."

After getting out of the car, I saw Xiao Ze waiting at the Roman column in front of the fountain in the porch.

He was the only one, and there were no other members of the crew, which meant that it was his private wish to come down to pick up Meng Cheng.

The celebration banquet was open to the media, but there were also those who were not qualified. There were many individual reporters and paparazzi around, and the group didn't stay long, and quickly entered inside.

The overall decoration of the clubhouse is in white and brown tones, with a simple modern style, and the bright crystal chandelier ceiling is as bright as day.

First went upstairs to the protagonist's dressing room, Xu Haoran was also there, Meng Cheng and him were just ordinary colleagues, and greeted each other politely.

Xiao Ze accompanied him all the way, and talked a lot with Xu Haoran. Fu You repeatedly told the makeup artist to strive for perfection in the curvature of every eyelash and hair of Meng Cheng, while Meng Cheng was like a lazy doll. Let people toss.

The final makeup and hair were finally adjusted to Fu You's satisfaction, and the three of them, as the main creators, went to the celebration banquet hall together.

There is a poster at the door, Meng Cheng is playing the snake demon, Xu Haoran is playing the demon catcher and taboo love.

Pushing the door and entering, there is a short corridor first, and when you walk in, the space opens up. The style of the hall is the same as that of the outside, and the layout is elegant.

The lighting is like a waterfall, the soothing light music is flowing, and the sound of talking and clinking glasses is mixed in it.

As soon as there was movement at the door, everyone stopped and looked sideways, and many eyes automatically fell on Meng Cheng first.

The woman is slender and tall, with a slim green velvet dress that outlines exquisite curves, black hair and red lips, eyebrows and eyes unnaturally exuding a heart-wrenching coquettish, noble and coquettish, absolutely glamorous.

As soon as it appeared, it grabbed the focus of the audience, and the flashing lights in the media area were accompanied by exclamations one after another, and the sound of clicks continued.

Fu You is complacent, thinking of all the popular search terms.

"Our protagonist is here!"

Producer Chen Anxiao greeted her, "As expected of the heroine and heroine I love, she is both talented and beautiful."

Meng Cheng followed Chen An around, smiling when he should, but he rarely spoke.

Chen An went to work, patted her on the shoulder and let her take a seat, Meng Cheng's business smile suddenly relaxed.

The waiter passed by with a tray and she took a glass of wine.

"Don't lose your face, you don't know if you don't make a bad face, so many cameras are facing you, be careful when the time comes to report what you said before and what happened behind you."

"I think Chen An is quite satisfied with you. You try to fight for it. His next drama will be a big production. If you can make a female third, I will be satisfied."

Meng Cheng: "I won't act in big productions."

"why?!"

"The cycle is too long, the payment is slow, and the salary will not be much with my coffee position."

Fu You: "..."

Fu You stared at her, the words "hate iron but not steel" were written all over his face.

"You look like a puffer fish." Meng Cheng sipped his wine and said with a smile.

"Are you short of money? You can't just look at the money. If you accumulate your fame, if you mention it, wouldn't it be easier to earn money?"

Seeing that Fu You was about to show her off again, he felt restless suddenly.

Following the eyes of others, several people in suits and leather shoes hurried to the door to greet him.

Chen An walked in the front.

It seems that the new boss of Zhongke has arrived.

Immediately, the door was pulled open, and Fu You subconsciously held his breath.

The table where they were standing was close to the door, and Fu You heard a clear voice: "Mr. He."

"boom--"

The crisp sound of the glass hitting the table.

Fu You turned his attention back, and looked at Meng Cheng next to him and the wine in her hand, the fingertips of her holding the wall of the glass turned white from too much force.

"what happened to you?"

Meng Cheng tensed her body, pursed her lips and did not answer, she raised her eyes to look at the door.

The strength in his hand is still increasing, as if he wants to smash the wine glass.

In the dark corridor, the man stopped, his tall figure was hidden in the shadows, and he was listening to Chen An's words.

With just one glance, Meng Cheng's heart was tightly clenched like the wine glass in her hand.

Chen An stopped talking and stretched out his arms to lead the way.

The man nodded slightly, and walked into the box with his long legs.

The moment the bright ceiling light poured down, everything about him became clear.

Her ears were buzzing, and the surroundings were obviously very noisy, but Meng Cheng felt that the whole world was as quiet as if the wires had been disconnected.

The media has been notified in advance, and they know what should be filmed and what should not be filmed, even if they are filmed, they will not be released.

The man was wearing a well-tailored dark gray suit, the collar had the same cold metallic luster as himself. He had a tall and straight figure, with broad shoulders and long legs, with excellent proportions.

He looked pale and showed no emotion.

In a trance, the face of the boy in the long memory appeared superimposed on the face of the man in front of him.

The facial features have become more profound and bright, and the light brown pupils that have appeared countless times in late-night dreams are still calm and indifferent.

They are coming this way.

The distance is getting closer.

As if aware of it, He Liangchi rolled his eyelids, his eyes met a certain place, and he slid past without stopping, took a few steps away, and was surrounded by people and walked further in.

Then, Meng Cheng and Xiang Zhao, who was also in a suit behind him, met their eyes.

Five years have passed, things have changed.

Her closest friend once followed by his side.

Meng Cheng's eyes faltered, he was a little unsteady, and put his arms against the edge of the table.

He Liangchi looked over for less than a second.

There is no hatred, no resentment, no waves and waves, just like white water.

Like, accidentally saw a complete stranger.

Like, erase everything, they always have been, irrelevant.

He forgot her.

Fu You followed her eyes, obviously not slowing down, she lowered her voice and exclaimed: "The new boss of Zhongke Films is actually He Liangchi?!"

It wasn't that she was surprised, as far as she knew, He Liangchi had always been at odds with his family.

After founding Fengche Investment back then, he was even more sluggish and single-handed. He managed to break through under the deliberate and strong suppression of the He family, and quickly spread his roots and leaves in the capital, with the same momentum.

For so many years, He Liangchi and his family have maintained a state of not being in touch with each other. Recently, he suddenly gave in and took over the financial sector of the He Group, just like the news said.

No one knew the reason, and the outside world speculated that He Liangchi understood the reason why he went all the way and finally found out that he should go home and inherit the family business.

But he is in finance after all, so there is nothing wrong with taking over the bank, but so far, there is no news that he will take over He's entertainment industry...

Fu You turned his head, just about to ask Meng Cheng if he had just looked over, but found her face was pale.

"You, are you uncomfortable?" She quickly supported Meng Cheng, and saw a red mark on her snow-white arm drawn by the edge of the table.

Meng Cheng shook his head, suppressing the surging emotions in his heart, his voice trembling: "I'm fine."

"I told you to eat less of those junk foods, and ice watermelon in such a cold day, do you think you have a diamond stomach?"

Fu You first thought that her stomach was uncomfortable, and wanted to help her to sit on the sofa, but Chen An strode over with two glasses of wine with a smile on his face, "Meng Cheng, come with me over there. Mr. He proposes a toast."

After finishing speaking, he stuffed one of the glasses of wine into Meng Cheng's hand, leaned closer and said in a low voice, "It won't hurt you to wink after the past, and to know something. I think you have a red life, but in this In the circle, you also have to rely on praise."

Be persuasive, like persuasion, more like some kind of hint.

As a manager, Fu You naturally knew what he was talking about, but she felt that this was impossible for Meng Cheng.

If she really cared about those things, she would not act so recklessly and never listen to the company.

However, in the next second, Meng Cheng looked at the wine in the glass with a calm expression, nodded and said yes.

"...?" Fu You thought she didn't understand, and wanted to remind her but was blocked by Chen An's eyes.

Meng Cheng followed behind Chen An and walked around the dining table. Most of the view inside the box was blocked by the glass screen, and it got darker and darker, and he could only vaguely see the figures gathered inside.

The voice of the conversation was not very clear. When she heard the words "outstanding person", "Mr. He", and "China Science and Technology has improved to a higher level", most of them were laughing in applause.

Chen An brought her in, and the flattery in the conversation was not weakened by the arrival of a certain person. Most of the eyes that fell on her were actresses or female companions brought by the boss.

Disdainful and clear.

Look, the heroine also has to "compete for favor".

There is no doubt that they put Meng Cheng in the most threatening hostile camp.

He Liangchi crossed his legs, leaning against the center of the main European-style leather sofa, his expression was gloomy, and he didn't say a word.

He played with the glass casually, his fingers were long and clean, with well-defined knuckles.

The amber liquor in the glass swayed slowly, and the precious silver watch on the wrist was glowing coldly.

Only two words can be seen on him, noble and powerful.

There is still no trace of the boy who was looked down upon in the old white shirt.

Meng Cheng was led to the side a little closer to him, saw his sharp side face, the dead heart revived, and the beating sound in the chest was particularly strong.

The man didn't respond at all, as if one more person or one less person in this match didn't matter to him.

On his right sat a not-so-small actress. She leaned over halfway, but she didn't dare to move forward because she couldn't grasp the man's emotions.

There are a few middle-aged men sitting on the sofa on both sides, who should be the top figures of other companies.

Another round of flattery ended, and the atmosphere suddenly became quiet, with eyes flicking back and forth between them.

In fact, all the bosses are sweating. This Mr. Xiao He has an outstanding appearance and an extraordinary status. Whether he lacks women is one thing, but whether he can catch his eyes is another.

I am afraid that this shortcut for the Cypriots is not easy to take.

However, there were quite a few women who were daring and could not resist the temptation to come up to him, wanting to refill his wine, or replace him with an actress who sat next to him.

It was really the first time Meng Cheng had seen such a scene of "choosing concubines" in the circle.

What's more, in this not-so-glamorous and common high-level trading game, the man sitting above the position of power and holding the decision-making power is He Liangchi.

Before Chen An sat down on He Liangchi's left, he secretly pushed Meng Cheng.

She staggered forward, nearly spilling the drink.

A beautiful and enchanting woman raised the wine container, about to step up to add more wine, "Hey..."

He Liangchi raised his hand to interrupt, the woman's words got stuck in her throat, she moved forward and backward uncertainly, she stood there dryly, her expression a little stiff.

"The Cypriots don't have to."

He made a sound with a flat tone, leaned forward slightly, put the wine glass on the table, and made a crisp clang.

The attitude is clear and cannot be commented on: "If you have something to say, the unspoken rules are here, and it won't work."

The voice was so gentle that there was no ups and downs, it was obviously warm and deep and pleasant to hear, but it was like melting ice.

After that, he moved his gaze upwards and scanned the women in front of him.

In the end, it fell on Meng Cheng who was on the far side.

(End of this chapter)