Where the warm sun does not fall

Chapter 17

When Qin Nuanyang received the call from the manager, she was already on her way home.After hanging up the phone, she thought for a while before turning around and going to the TC clubhouse.

The manager confirmed that she would come and waited at the door.As soon as her car stopped, the younger brother who parked at the door respectfully took her keys and went to find a parking space for her.

"It's really ill-advised to ask Miss Nuanyang to come here so late." The manager welcomed her into the door, and led her up from the staff corridor to Tang Zechen's office on the top floor.

The decoration style in the office is the same as his personal box, they all prefer the ancient style with deep charm, whether it is the hollowed-out embossed chandelier above the head, or the light gold wallpaper with a darker color on the wall, they all have a strong flavor.

In fact, Qin Nuanyang's first impression of Tang Zechen was not like this. Tang Zechen was more suitable for the cold and hard modern style, clean and neat, rather than this kind of lingering and deep ancient rhyme.But the combination of the two...is indescribably suitable, as if he should be like this.

"Choice City Group is actually very different from here. TC Guild Hall is Mr. Tang's first entrepreneurial effort. The layout here and even the decorations on the corridors are all planned by him personally."

Qin Nuanyang looked sideways, the manager smiled, and his attitude towards her seemed to be softer and more casual, "If Miss Nuanyang is interested, you can actually come here more often."

Qin Nuanyang nodded, and seriously agreed, "I will."

The manager copied the account data from the computer directly to the USB flash drive, and skillfully took out a bill with pen and ink annotations and handed it to her, and said unintentionally, "No one can enter Mr. Tang's office except me and the cleaning staff. .”

As soon as she took the document, she paused for a moment, then opened the title page, and his name Tang Zechen was signed on the blank space of the first page.

The strokes are a little sharp, and the handwriting is very neat, and the black calligraphy has a very warm luster under the warm orange light.

She couldn't help but raised her hand to touch it. It was probably a little heavy when she wrote the pen. When she touched it with her fingertips, she could still feel the faint marks on the paper.

The manager took a piece of Tang Zechen's business card, and quickly wrote down Tang Zechen's email address in the blank space at the back, "Miss Nuanyang is also busy with work, so just send it to Mr. Tang when it's done. As for the bill and USB flash drive, Bring it back when it’s convenient for you.”

Qin Nuanyang took the USB flash drive and glanced at it, quite interested, "Mr. Tang is not here, so the manager is so relieved to hand over these important things to me?"

The manager glanced at her, with no abnormal expression on his face, "Boss Tang trusts Miss Nuanyang, so naturally I do too."

Qin Nuanyang was at a loss for words, always felt as if he had been swayed secretly, and couldn't figure out what to do, so he pinched the center of his eyebrows with a bit of a headache, "But I don't trust myself, I'm just an actor, it's okay if I recite the lines , Account management is really a bit difficult for others, if there is a mistake..."

The manager smiled very meaningfully, "Miss Nuanyang was joking, she graduated from the same school as Mr. Tang, so there is no ordinary person. Besides, Mr. Tang said that he will be responsible for your mistakes, so Miss Nuanyang has something to say. You can contact him directly with any questions." After that, he added: "Mr. Tang is only responsible for you."

Qin Nuanyang fell silent for a while, cleared his throat for a long time, and then pretended to ask casually: "What do you mean being only responsible to me?"

"Probably literally..."

"..."

It was getting late, and she didn't stay any longer, and walked down from the top floor with the manager. As soon as the elevator door opened, she looked up and saw Xu Yashu who was waiting for the elevator a few steps away.

She happened to be holding the arm of a strange middle-aged man with a smile, and her whole body was half hung in his arms. When she saw her, she also looked quite surprised.

Qin Nuanyang could even clearly see that her blood had faded all of a sudden, and her face was as pale as paper.

After only a moment of hesitation, she pretended not to know her at all, and walked past her with her head down.Not far from the lobby, she still couldn't help but look back. Xu Yashu was standing in the elevator, looking at her through the slowly closing elevator door.

She gathered up the coat on her body, then turned around and strode towards the door.

The manager noticed her strange behavior, but it was inconvenient to ask further questions. He just sent her to the door, watched her get into the car, and drove away before picking up his mobile phone to report the situation.

Reconciliation and settlement is not a difficult task for Qin Nuanyang, as long as there are no mistakes in the funds, she will not have any problems here.

I don't know if it's because of the irregular rest time that caused her biological clock to be a little disordered. After she went home and had supper, she was extraordinarily awake, and she was fine. She simply moved her laptop and plugged in a USB flash drive to check the data in it.

Probably this USB flash drive is used by Tang Zechen personally. In addition to the accounts on the manager's copy, there are several other folders, all of which have English names, and one of them is...Sun.

She hesitated for a moment, but still unable to resist the curiosity in her heart, she clicked on the folder.But the situation inside was beyond her expectation. Well, there was nothing.

She hurriedly withdrew, still feeling a little bit of embarrassment in her heart about peeping into other people's privacy.

After calming down, she began to reconcile the accounts.After half of the amount was matched, her eyes were slightly sore, she got up and made herself a cup of coffee, and when all the accounts were sorted out, it was already four o'clock in the morning.

While lamenting how profitable the catering industry is, she compiled a copy of the data back to the USB flash drive, and sent a copy to his mailbox.

After doing this, she finally felt sleepy, tidied up casually and rested.

The makeup artist was a little surprised when she saw her the next day, "I took a rest at what time last night, and my complexion was a little bad."

Miya has seen artists who are extremely strict in self-management, but she has never seen an artist who is as free as Qin Nuanyang.When she first took her with her, she earnestly persuaded her to follow her own dietary standards, but then she backed down step by step, only Qin Nuanyang reluctantly agreed not to stay up late during the rest time...

Qin Nuanyang glanced at Miya, who was listening carefully with her ears pricked up, and didn't dare to say the specific time, but just said vaguely, "I didn't pay attention to the time, so it's a little late."

Miya was holding a tablet to look at the big high-definition picture she took yesterday, when she heard the words "tsk tsk", "Nuanyang, you are so naturally beautiful, do your fans know?"

She wakes up today in an inexplicably good mood, and it is rare that she is interested in talking to her, "Do you think everyone is as superficial and vulgar as you? What my fans value is my unique connotation."

Miya laughed shamelessly, "I'm going to mock you on Weibo."

She smiled and didn't care.

When I checked Weibo between shootings, I went to Miya’s homepage to read the comments. Most of them were gentle and kind fans, who praised her for her good appearance and praised her for her inner beauty.

When someone described her as both internal and external, he put his finger on his forehead slightly and laughed softly.

This is what Tang Zechen saw when he came in. She was sitting on the edge of the runway. The stage lights were so strong that her whole face was covered with a very clear light and shadow, and that smile was particularly captivating under the light and shadow.

He really got stuck in it, he lost his mind for a moment, paid more attention to it, and then walked over without any abnormality.

Everyone in the studio who noticed him looked over. He slightly raised his hand to signal them to continue working. He sat in the photographer's seat and reviewed the results of the shooting just now.

Qin Nuanyang's facial features are very delicate, especially every time the camera captures some of her inadvertent expressions or movements, there is always a sense of coolness that is different from her usual camera.

Even a layman like him can tell from these photos that she has a strong camera sense.It seems that she was born with this, and she should stand in this position, which is very suitable.

Miya was the closest to Nuanyang, and seeing her still acting like no one else was there, she couldn't help reminding her softly, "Nuanyang, Mr. Tang is here."

"Ah?" She raised her head and looked in the direction she pointed.

Tang Zechen was sitting behind the camera, hidden in the shadows. Seeing her looking over, he glanced past her indifferently and nodded.

Those eyes were even deeper in the shadows. I don't know if it was because of the distance, but his whole body was filled with a layer of coolness that strangers should not get close to, but when those eyes fell on her... there was a clear With some warmth.

Qin Nuanyang was afraid that it was his own illusion, so he took a closer look at him. He had already turned his head and whispered something to the photographer, and didn't pay attention to this side.

She lowered her head and gathered her long skirt, and said in a low voice, "Didn't the manager say he was busy..." He was so busy that he still had time to come to the studio to guide the work himself.

After a break, the photographer's assistant informed her to continue shooting.

Miya and the makeup artist helped her arrange the dress and hairstyle, and after confirming that it was correct, they walked aside.

Standing on the runway, she has a wide field of vision, and can clearly see the busy crowd below at a glance.During the transition of eyes, he involuntarily looked at the person sitting next to the photographer.

He was flipping through a magazine with a relaxed expression, very focused, so focused that he didn't pay attention to other things at all.

With peace of mind, she displayed jewelry in various poses in conjunction with the camera.

She is professional, and the staff is also very dedicated. After the filming started, the scene was silent, and they were all busy doing their own jobs.

In addition to the occasional sound of communication, there is only the sound of pressing the shutter and the photographer asking to adjust the angle.

The lights were a little brighter, and her eyes were so pierced that she couldn't bear it for a while, and she closed them when the flash was on.

She bent her lips and smiled apologetically at the photographer, looking down at the camera.Tang Zechen was looking at the monitor, not knowing what he was dissatisfied with, the corners of his brows were slightly frowned.

She couldn't help looking at him distractedly, but the photographer couldn't catch her eyes. When she looked up, she saw her eyes falling on Mr. Tang beside him, and she couldn't help shouting, "Miss Qin, we Mr. Tang is not the lens."

Qin Nuanyang was stunned for a moment when his name was called, but after realizing it, he met Tang Zechen's half-smiling eyes, and was so embarrassed that he immediately looked away.

Someone laughed out loud from below, and she could hear it clearly, the blood flowed backwards all over her body, her entire face was flushed, and her eyes seemed to be filled with water under the strong light, which was astonishingly bright.

(End of this chapter)