After the Bankruptcy of the Supporting Male Lead

Everyone makes mistakes, learn to be tolerant, and try to give them another chance to get lost.

Chen Zhanhuai cherished the plot of the Father and asked for a cocktail from the waiter's plate that he walked by, revealing a fragile throat when he lifted his head.

This moment makes people feel weak and bully.

[System: Hello terrible. 】

Chen Zhan exudes a soft smile: "Another ten minutes have passed."

Fenghe can be regarded as a local leading company, and today it also invited singers to help. If the guests are dressed in evening dresses, the form is somewhat similar to the star charity party.

Chen Zhan's net worth is not as high as the auction price. But it does not affect him to look at famous masterpieces.

On display is a work that draws icy sea creatures. The colors are extremely dim. Chen Zhan's sensitivity to art is not strong, and he can also feel the suffocation.

Wouldn’t it be alive to buy such a picture and hang it at home?

I probably know how superficial my thoughts are. I glanced casually at the sight and saw the teenager who painted Yin Ronglan before. At the moment, my eyes were shining, and I seemed to appreciate this painting quite.

A small sign is a one-off move, which is a price increase of hundreds of thousands.

After the bidding began, no one walked around anymore. Chen Zhan sat in the spot, witnessing the big guys holding up cards one by one, thinking about who this painting would end up with.

Just having this question, suddenly smiled and shook his head, the purpose of Yin Ronglan's trip may be for it, it is not necessarily to ask someone to shoot.

Before the final turnover appeared, Chen Zhang stooped down and left the sidewalk.

[System: Leave now? 】

Chen Zhan sneered, and if he didn't go, he was afraid that he wouldn't even give the last twenty hours after hearing the auction price.

On the way back, I gave up taking the car and chose to stroll to the hotel, during which I bought some special snacks unique to Tuohai City.

Yin Ronglan was looking at the electronic version of the documents sent by his subordinates in the guest room. He heard the knock on the door and ended the work at hand.

After taking a few heavy bags in Chen Zhang's hands, he quipped and asked: "Department store shopping?"

Chen Zhang pointed to one of the bags: "This is yours."

Yin Ronglan looked back for a moment and said, "Isn't it... a little too much?"

Chen Zhang: "Bring it back to your friends." He smiled and said: "I borrowed a car for you four times, and helped take care of the dogs. It's not authentic to take them back without ordering something."

Seemingly slightly surprised by this thoughtful consideration, Yin Ronglan thanked him.

Chen Zhan poured a glass of water to relieve thirst and leaned on the table and asked, "Did you watch my update today?"

Yin Ronglan was working on the information from his subordinates at that time. He probably scanned the text, thinking it had been read, and nodded.

Chen Zhang consulted him as a reader as usual.

Yin Ronglan responded with'consistent excellence'.

When the two sides questioned and answered the conversation, Chen Zhang's mobile phone suddenly shook, not the phone, but the alarm music. After closing, a sweet voice sounded: Good evening, it is now 19 o'clock Beijing time, the weather is overcast...

Yin Ronglan didn't remember Chen Zhan's habit of starting voice broadcasting, and was a little puzzled.

The second time is to go to the cafeteria downstairs for supper, not many people around them, because the mobile phone a few eyes gathered here. Chen Zhang didn't care either, and waited patiently until the voice broadcast ended.

"Why set an alarm every hour?"

Chen Zhang's answer was ambiguous: "Remind yourself to cherish every minute and every second."

Nothing happened overnight.

The next day, Chen Zhangqi's time was about the same as usual, and there were no special circumstances. Yin Ronglan woke up as early as possible.

Opening the window, the cold wind blows head-on, and people will feel refreshed. Chen Zhan stood by the window and looked at the scenery for a while, then said: "The birthday feast of the founder of Fenghe Group is tonight.

Yin Ronglan's lips moved, and there was still no sound. Chen Zhang had learned the result from the mouth of the first word: "I understand, you don't deserve it."

Yin Ronglan nodded. After a while, Fu slowly spoke again: "I will take the train back to Y city in the afternoon."

Staying here for long will increase the possibility of exposure.

Instead, he pretended to be quite decent, packing up toiletries, and packing all the souvenirs Chen Chan bought.

After claiming to go to the train station in advance, Yin Ronglan said goodbye after lunch.

"A safe journey." Chen Zhan looked calm and waved goodbye.

Yin Ronglan stared at him and smiled and said, "Contact when you go back."

The luxurious rooms have regained the quietness when they were alone, and the sudden silence is a bit uncomfortable.

After all, Chen Zhang was born with a sense of unbearability. He looked at Yin Ronglan for an hour, and called.

"Did you go to the train?"

"Well." In fact, the special planes have arrived and are preparing to board the plane.

Chen Zhang paused and reminded in good faith: "If you are bored on the road, you can read the novel I wrote to pass the time."

Yin Ronglan's voice with a smile: "Won't be bored."

When Chen Zhang fell into silence, he actively explained: "I am playing a game."

He also wanted to try again to see if he could shoot the brotherly attack through other branches. The employees in the company could meet five or six times at random. There was no reason why he would unlock all the plots to play once.

At the end of the call, Chen Zhan sat motionless for five minutes, and he slowly got up and prepared to go to the banquet.

...Ren Zhiyi is exhausted.

Money rolls and money rolls are an everlasting equation in Vanity Fair. At the birthday banquet in the evening, Chen Zhan was just a humble little person. He had a lot of topics in the news recently, and he was a familiar face among the big brothers.

Only the same half greeted the birthday banquet.

On the morning of the next day, he boarded a flight back to City Y, and Chen Zhanmei was somewhat unable to conceal his tiredness.

It took only three hours to return to the familiar land.

The souvenirs brought back were all given to the old man of the opposite door. Chen Zhan insisted on restoring the vitality in the dream through sleeping beauty. When he opened his eyes again, he regained his spirit.

The next day after going back, he was directly involved in the update of the listening book channel, plus he had to take care of a late night radio station, and Chen was busy for a time.

A poor noble son was naturally left behind, and the two parties did not contact each other for a week. In the end, Yin Ronglan first called and asked him to go out.

Sunday, downtown.

The streets are full of lively, pedestrians talking and laughing.

Chen Zhan wondered: "How come you suddenly think of shopping?"

Yin Ronglan is a quiet character, and it is unexpected to choose to visit the city center.

"It's almost New Year, and it's cheaper to buy things now."

The area where the two are shopping is not limited to shopping malls, basically walking around the streets. Halfway through, he was attracted to stop by an audio-visual store. The neatly placed records on the shelves gave people the illusion of returning to the 1980s.

Yin Ronglan seemed to inadvertently say: "Is there any favorite singer?"

"Black funny band." Chen Zhang's eyes stayed on the cover of an album: "The style is very unique."

Because the boss was in a hurry to close the store, they did not stay for long. On the way, Chen Zhan vaguely felt that the other party was inquiring about his preferences without revealing traces, and couldn't help guessing that this might be a prelude to a showdown, with the help of sending things for reconciliation.

However, Yin Ronglan never bought anything.

Boys are probably not suitable for shopping, and the variety of products is just the same in Yin Ronglan's eyes. As for Chen Zhan, she was a little sleepy.

Finally, it was difficult to find a dessert shop to take a break, looking at Chen Zhang's sleepy state, Yin Ronglan smiled: "What do you want to eat? The pudding here is famous."

Chen Zhang chose the mango flavor. Yin Ronglan was not interested in desserts and ordered a cold drink.

Most of the time ended in shopping, until returning home, Chen Zhang did not understand what he was thinking.

In the next few days, Yin Ronglan seemed very busy, but only occasionally sent a message.

One morning, the sun was so good, Chen Zhan was coding in the house and was suddenly called by the old man mysteriously.

Before entering the door, there was a melody in his ear.

Suddenly for a few seconds, a figure was caught off guard... Yin Ronglan held a guitar, the shirt buttons were not as meticulous as usual, and the exposed collarbone made it particularly charming when playing.

The melody is very nice, it is the famous song of the black teaser band that Chen Zhang likes.

When Yin Ronglan plucked the strings, it seemed that time was going back, so that Chen Zhan could vaguely see what he would look like in college.

At this time the old man came to him holding a fruit cake: "Happy birthday."

In a sensible and calm life, Chen Zhang rarely did not react in the first place.

His actual age is a few years younger than his original, coincidentally the same month and same day. Probably because there were almost no special celebrations in the past, it gradually faded away after a long time.

I stared at the cute smiley face on the cake for a long time, unable to find a better wording, and finally just said thank you dryly.

The old man waved his hand: "If it weren't for the kid, I don't know if your birthday is today."

Chen Zhang looked at Yin Ronglan, who put the guitar down: "When you were in the hotel, you saw your ID card."

After inserting a few colorful candles, Yin Ronglan closed the curtains, and the light of the candles gradually appeared: "It should have been celebrated at night, but I couldn't get away from it."

Chen Zhang folded his hands together and blew out the candle to make a wish.

The cake was cut well by the old man, and then he took out a roll from under the table: "I have nothing to send, I wrote you a vice."

After being spread out, it reads Fortune Hengtong, and the handwriting is very flamboyant and beautiful.

Yin Ronglan added with a smile: "It is not enough fortune to prosper, but it must be safe and smooth, and live for a hundred years."

This is probably the best blessing to a person.

Facing each other, Chen Zhang's heart could not help being slightly tight, touching the outline of the small book in the pocket through the fabric, and his thoughts were floating--

Otherwise, stop here... Temporarily stop daily material collection.

Yin Ronglan picked the biggest piece of the cut cake and placed it in front of him, and at the same time took out a carefully prepared gift box.

They didn't need too much attention either. Chen Zhang directly dismantled the face, and when he saw the contents inside, he couldn't help but stunned: "This is..."

"The latest recording pen," Yin Ronglan specifically introduced the product model: "I usually see it in a small book when I see you, which may be inconvenient."

Speaking here, he smiled and said: "Carry this with you, it is not easy to miss."

After hearing Yan Chen was silent for a while, then he carefully collected the recording pen. When he looked up again, his eyes were very complicated: "You thought... very thoughtful."

The author has something to say: Yin Ronglan: I hope I can choose a gift that I have carefully selected.

System: You are so easy!