Indecent and affectionate

Chapter 56

Lin Youheng didn't speak for a long time, but just looked at Yu Zhile deeply.

At this moment, she is really like a blank paper turned over.

She seems to have nothing, family affection, love, but also seems to need nothing.

Lin Youheng smiled and said, "It seems that you are ready."

Yu Zhile suddenly came back to his senses: "What?"

Lin Youheng took another sip of latte: "I came here today to tell you some news."

She put down her legs and sat upright: "The company has agreed to sign you, and we accept your conditions. You don't need to form a band with Yan An, and you can debut alone."

Yu Zhile's pupils light up faintly.In the eyes of many dream-chasing young people, Lin Youheng has seen this irresistible light.

But soon, the light dimmed a bit.

The girl's reaction was within Lin Youheng's expectations, and she said straight to the point: "You just broke up with Jing Sheng and signed a contract with his company, which is a bit embarrassing for you."

"So," Lin Youheng looked at her: "I will ask you those questions just now."

"You are open-minded, and you are the type of person I admire." The middle-aged woman folded her hands on the table: "I also heard something in what you said just now. You want to get rid of Jing Sheng's control. But I must To put it bluntly, if you go to other companies or other places, you still cannot get rid of Jingyuan's influence. Every industry depends on each other, not just our media."

Lin Youheng expressed empathy: "When I was young, like you, I was also a girl who was not valued by my family. My parents were teachers and they were very traditional. They often said a word, what kind of song should a good girl sing!"

"But I went anyway," she smiled: "Although I didn't sing much in the end, I created many good songs and made many excellent singers."

"So as I sit here, I am fully qualified and have the capital to say these immodest 'big words'."

Lin Youheng stared squarely at the self in front of him, who seemed to have known him before: "Yu Zhile."

When she called out her full name for the first time, she was no longer such a polite and distant Ms. Yu, and because of this she seemed closer, like a teacher:

"You want to realize yourself and realize your dreams. It's the same everywhere. There's no need to be afraid of men. I rejected Jingcheng when I was in college. Now it's different to work under him, and we get along happily."

As if thinking of something, Lin Youheng covered his lips and laughed: "Hey, their Jing family's genes are so interesting. Chairman Jing's mother, Jing Sheng's grandma, is also a female singer, Qi Yingyin, I don't know if you heard said."

Yu Zhile shook his head.

"It's the period of the Republic of China, let's not mention this for now."

Seeing that the hesitation on the girl's face was receding, Lin Youheng finally concluded his statement with confidence and satisfaction: "Since the decision has been made, then focus on nothing else, go on, don't look back, let alone look left and right. The only one who can affect you is yourself."

In mid-April, Yu Zhile officially signed a contract with Jingyuan Music.

The news spread quickly to Jing Sheng.

At that time, he was having a small meeting on Friday and gave the chief financial officer a bloody scolding.Everyone trembled and didn't say a word.Mr. Xiao Jing has been so angry recently that it seems that menopause has advanced 30 years, which is well known within the company.

When the phone on the table rang, Jing Da Xinggu was interrupted, and his face became even more unhappy.

He closed his eyes, slumped on the swivel chair, grabbed the phone, and held it up to his eyes. It was a new message on WeChat.

Song Zhi: [image]
Jing Sheng zoomed in on the picture, it was an artist contract from Jingyuan Music Company, and Party B's column seemed to be signed with the words "Yu Zhile" in a flamboyant manner.

The eyebrows stretched instantly, Jing Sheng rubbed his left eye twice, zoomed in and out, zoomed in again, zoomed out again, and re-read the signature several times.

Then the corners of his mouth opened, the corners of his eyes curled up, and he laughed uncontrollably and silently.

Of course, this expression was seen by a group of subordinates, and everyone looked at each other, not knowing what was going on.

Immediately afterwards, something even weirder happened. Jing Sheng, who was smiling happily just a second ago, slapped the table, got up and announced: "The meeting is over, the meeting is over."

Then he took his notebook and walked straight out of the meeting room.

Leave everyone looking at each other in blank dismay.

As soon as he returned to the office, Jing Sheng called Song Zhu and asked excitedly, "Hey hey Song Zhi Song Zhi, isn't the picture your P's?"

Song Zhu replied: "I don't have such superb P-picture skills."

"Oh." The ecstasy of regaining the loss almost knocked Jing Sheng out: "She signed with my company! Is it implying that I still have a chance? It must be, haha, haha, it must be."

He was full of imagination, and couldn't help being happy there.

Jing Sheng propped his face, tapped one hand on the table hurriedly, and his legs were shaking anxiously: "Did you see her today?"

"seen."

"Damn it! I didn't even see it!" Jing Sheng flicked an innocent business book in front of him back and forth, and he must do some high-frequency movements to relieve the excitement in his heart.He complained: "Why don't you secretly take some pictures? What's the use of me hiring you?"

Song Zhu was very aggrieved: "No matter how I shoot, I just took a few glances from a distance. Ms. Yu moved to the company dormitory today."

"She..." Jing Sheng wanted to ask a lot of questions, but after going back and forth, he only said two words: "How are you?"

"I think Miss Yu is in good condition." Song Zhu paused for a moment, and then said, "Oh, she also cut her hair short."

"How short?"

"To the chin, the kind that buckles in."

"Does it look good?"

"It looks good, it feels more feminine."

"You fucking don't watch it anymore! I'm going to gouge your eyes out!" Jing Sheng's tone suddenly became ferocious.

"...I haven't read it now." How could I meet this kind of boss: "I'm already on my way back to the company, and I have also received your driver's license."

"Don't come back," Jing Sheng ordered, "wait for me in Zhang Chi's store."

"Huh?" Song Zhu was confused.

"Buy a car."

"??????????"

"Congratulations on getting my driver's license back."

"..."

Zhang Chi is also an old friend of Jing Sheng. A few years ago, he opened a Lamborghini store in the center of Ningcheng City.

Recently, an LP750 was introduced into the store, and he took a few photos to show off in his circle of friends, claiming that he would drive it if no one wanted it.

It so happened that in the past half month, Jing Sheng was concentrating on retaking his driver's license test, hoping to divert his longing for Zhile.

Swipe to Jiugongge, a sports car in his circle of friends, and he left a comment: Keep it for me.

Zhang Chi replied: How long will you stay?

Jing Sheng: It won't be long.

Now when he came to the store, Jing Sheng looked around the car twice, and couldn't put it down even more, the flamboyant yellow body was almost tailor-made for him.

Song Zhi followed behind him, rolling his eyes in his heart: It's not the first time that he bought a car whenever he was happy.

Zhang Chi raised his eyebrows: "How about it, do you want it?"

"Yes," Jing Sheng waved his hand: "Ask the accountant to issue a bill, and I'll go out for a walk first."

Zhang Chi handed him the car keys: "Do you want someone to accompany you?"

"Look down on brother? It's not the first time to drive this kind of car." When the scissor door opened, Jing Sheng got into the driver's seat.

In a business district with three blocks at one step, owning a supercar is really too much for the rich and busy.

But as soon as this copper-smelling car hits the road, it is doomed to have a high status. The car owners within a radius of ten meters become extremely modest, and no one dares to block the road.

So along the way, Jing Sheng drove normally.

Occasionally, on a road that is rarely visited by people, he will speed up, and the suffocating feeling of pushing back is exactly the same as his heart that can't wait to see Yu Zhile.

On the way, Jing Sheng also went to the mall and changed into a new outfit.

It has something to do with the driver's license, and he just wants to reappear in front of the woman he wants to be crazy with the coolest appearance.

Feng Shui turns, he will be her driver in the future.

There was only one seat left in the car, which belonged to her alone.

After parking the car under the company building of Jingyuan Media, Jing Sheng lowered the window and slowly moved into the compound.

When the guard saw him, he hurriedly raised the crossbar and removed the barricade.Others have to swipe their work permits to enter here, but Jing Sheng doesn't need to, he just swipe his face.

The chassis was too low, and Jing Sheng had to walk slowly over the two speed bumps. Jing Sheng became more and more upset.

He parked the car and called his second uncle when he got off. As soon as he got through, he asked impatiently, "Uncle, are you at the company?"

Jing Sheng walked into the building with two long legs.

On the other end of the phone, there was a lot of noise, and the second uncle seemed to be busy. After waiting for a while, he went to a quiet place to reply: "I'm not here, I'm in Shanghai today."

"Ah..." Jing Sheng sighed, "I came to your company specially to visit you."

"Oh," the second uncle didn't believe it: "I believe you are a ghost. Tell me, what's the matter?"

Jing Sheng walked up the steps and smiled: "I heard that Director Lin signed it..."

"Yu Zhile."

"exactly."

"How long has it been, you still think about that girl?" The second uncle was also curious.

With one hand in his pocket, Jing Sheng glanced everywhere, "Who made our good men from the Jing family all infatuated."

"Yeah," the second uncle listened to his nonsense, and cooperated with the author to take it for granted: "What are you doing here today?"

Jing Sheng explained the purpose of his visit: "I heard that all the newcomers live in the company's dormitory."

"That's right."

"where--"

"That's a dormitory, don't make a fuss about it."

"I'll take a look from a distance," Jing Sheng's tone became pleading: "Is that okay?"

The second uncle was helpless: "Where are you going?"

"It's at the main entrance of the building." Jing Sheng looked around, and his eyes were squinted by the bright sunlight.

"You wait there, I'll find someone to pick you up."

"Hey," seeing that he was about to hang up the phone, Jing Sheng called him hastily: "Second Uncle, find a man to take me with me, I'm afraid she won't be happy when she sees it."

"You boy!"

"okay?"

"Okay—do as you say."

The second uncle was very considerate and arranged for him a young male assistant as a guide.

Jing Sheng followed beside him, walking towards the destination.He was in a hurry, but he was embarrassed to rush all the time, and he looked like a womanizer. He felt like he was about to get sick when he walked through this section.

The new dormitory where Yu Zhile lives has an empty and quiet corridor.

On the walls on both sides, there are colorful photo frames hanging one by one. If you look closely, you will find abstract portraits of some well-known singers at home and abroad.

The male assistant stopped: "Mr. Jing, Miss Yu lives in the second room in front."

close at hand.

Jing Sheng's heartbeat suddenly increased, and he was so nervous that he didn't dare to take another step forward.

"Do you need me to call her?" the male assistant asked.

"Don't, don't!" He quickly vetoed the proposal: "Don't call her!"

Suddenly, the door of the second room was pushed open, as if someone was going to come out.

In the next second, a slender figure flashed behind the male assistant with lightning speed, shrunk down, and tried to hide his tall and burly self behind him.

The skinny male assistant:? ? ...Mr. Jing, you...?
Seeing that there was no movement, Jing Sheng raised his head slightly, and only poked out two big eyes furtively from the assistant's shoulders, peeping quietly.

With a sigh of relief, the woman who came out was not Yu Zhile, but a short girl with an egg roll hair, probably her roommate.

My heart skipped a beat, I was a little happy, but also a little disappointed.Jing Sheng stared at the ground with his eyes closed, and lazily walked back to his original place.

Looking up again, the egg roll head girl didn't close the door at all, but turned around to chat with the person inside.

Immediately afterwards, a tall woman followed, and her profile gradually appeared behind the door frame.

That familiar, no longer familiar side face,
That beautiful, couldn't be more beautiful side face,
He was fascinated the first time he saw it.

These days, it entered his dreams hundreds of times and thousands of times.

rely on rely on rely on!
Unprepared, my heart raised my throat again, it's over, I don't know where to hide this time.

Jing Shengteng turned around 180 degrees, turned his back completely to the direction Zhile came out, rubbed the back of his head, violently rubbed the hair on the back of his head, and it became difficult to place his legs.

He pretended to turn sideways unintentionally, looked up, and admired the murals.

He was just passing by.

Really just passing by.

The male assistant squinted: ...? ? ?
He could feel one tall and one short, and the two women were approaching. Jing Sheng hoped more and more that there would be a crack in the ground so that he could completely bury himself.

It turned out that he was really so cowardly, he didn't dare to see Yu Zhile at all.

But in life, things often backfire.

Unexpectedly, the male assistant, who has no eyesight, would take the initiative to greet these two people.

Yu Zhile and the egg roll head also stopped, she must have recognized him.

The little assistant also began to introduce him politely: "This is Mr. Jing from Jingyuan Real Estate."

"..."

Yu Zhile didn't say anything.

Only the egg roll head said: "Mr. Jing is good."

Jing Sheng tried his best to adjust his facial expression, turned his head with a broken heart, his eyes dodged, he didn't dare to meet Yu Zhile's eyes, and only pretended to nod twice.

well.

Hello, me too... I'm so dumb.

"Are you going to eat?" the little assistant asked.

"Hmm." Egg Roll head said.

"Go," Jing Sheng put on a high-level official condolence tone: "Eat early."

Still not daring to look at Yu Zhile, it takes courage to glance at it.

But he clearly knew that the woman's silence from the beginning to the end was a kind of silence that didn't seem to be pleasantly surprised, but rather contradictory.

The head of the egg roll said thanks and walked past them.

Only then did Jing Sheng dare to raise his head, looked over, and looked at Yu Zhile's slender back.

She really cut her hair short, completely revealing Xiujie's neck. She seemed to be different, but she was still the one he missed and loved deeply.

Jing Sheng was regretting, he was really impatient, he should slow down, be steady, find the best time to meet her again, and tell everything in his heart.

But, it's all here, what can I do, drive a supercar with more than 800 million yuan, wear a particularly handsome windbreaker, just to meet her, take a look at her.

The woman gradually walked away, and she was about to turn around this white corridor.

Jing Sheng was heartbroken, and called to her: "Yu Zhile!"

The two women paused at the same time, one turned her head, and the other didn't move. Yu Zhile was obviously the latter.

He directly left the little assistant behind, and strode towards the woman until he stopped beside her.

The egg roll head looked over curiously, but received an order from Jing Sheng: "You go first, I have something to say to Miss Yu alone."

The girl nodded obediently and took a step ahead.

The first essence of entering the circle is to speak less, think more, act cautiously, and act as if you did not see what you see.

Finally, there were only the two of them left. Jing Sheng was still racking his brains to think about the opening statement, but Yu Zhile had already spoken first, her voice was so flat that no waves could be heard: "What's the matter?"

Jing Sheng: "..."

Dumb.

But there is always something to squeeze out: "No, it's okay, I just want to see you... well, I haven't seen you for a long time."

He used to be eloquent, but now his lips and teeth are knotted, and he doesn't know how to speak like a babbling baby.

Yu Zhile didn't speak.

Jing Sheng stared at her, staring at this woman for a long time, but she kept staring straight ahead, not even giving him an inch of peripheral vision.

For some reason, her outright indifference didn't break him down so easily.It even aroused his burning desire to conquer.

This scene, this feeling, all seemed familiar, and Jing Sheng seemed to have suddenly found an entry point.

He took up those glib weapons again, those cheeky nets that once held her in the urn.

He lowered his voice and acted like a baby to her: "I'm dressed so cool today, don't you take a look at me?"

"..." Habits are terrible, and verbal guidance is even more terrible.Yu Zhile couldn't help but glanced at him.

When she realized her subconscious movements, she felt an inexplicable anger in her heart, she didn't want to stop in front of him anymore, and walked forward quickly.

As if greatly encouraged, Jing Sheng hooked his lips and caught up with him, still muttering unhappily: "Isn't it? Really just one look?"

(End of this chapter)