Host, You're Targeted

Snowflakes flutter and fall from the dark, unseen sky at the top, and the ground of this city, which is cold to the bone outside, soon becomes white.

The white ground, which is constantly superimposed by snowflakes, forms a sharp color contrast with the deep black sky. People walking in one black and one white color are walking in a hurry.

"That's it." Xiao Dadong looked at the snowflakes falling out of the window and said to Yan Xiunian, who is still in the neighboring city, "Mr. Lu, who just started Xingmeng entertainment, came to me and said that he wanted us to change with you. You should not go back to that group with Cheng, but go to another artist and change to the artist I am in charge of What do you think? "

Yan Xiunian raised his fingertips and touched the curtain cloth twice. He accidentally rubbed static electricity, leaving a fleeting pain on his skin.

He pulled the corner of his mouth with self mockery. He felt a chill coming up from the bottom of his feet. In this warm room, he was frozen up at a speed that the heating could not catch up with.

It doesn't seem like he can decide.

"All right." Yan Xiunian lowered his eyes and looked at the back of his shoes, "will you come tomorrow?"

Xiao Dadong: If I don't block the road, I'll leave here at six or seven o'clock tomorrow morning and go to your side. "

Yan Xiunian: "good."

With these words, they could not find any more words to go on.

Overwhelming embarrassment towards Xiao Dadong, he had to take the initiative to end the call.

"Go to bed early tonight! Hang up. " Xiao Dadong said.

Yan Xiunian said "um", he took down his mobile phone and watched the screen of the mobile phone ending the call and returning to the main interface.

One minute later, the screen of the mobile phone that had not been operated automatically turned dark.

Yan Xiunian stares at his face on the screen of his mobile phone and doesn't speak for a long time.

He is leaving tomorrow. What should I do?

Yan Xiunian, who had been on the road of strategy, felt lost.

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"let me ask you, do you like people Daha asks Cheng Hui with his waist crossed.

The change of mood in these days makes Cheng Hui unable to answer the question of Daha in time.

Whether he answers "like" or "doesn't like it", Cheng Hui is not very receptive in his heart.

So he simply covered his face and said, "you care about me!"

Haha was sad for Yan Xiunian and worried about his own artists. He took up the glass on the table and drank a lot of water.

"Like it or not?" Haha is getting bored.

But Daha still remembers that he is Cheng Hui's agent, who not only manages Cheng Hui's performing arts career, but also manages Cheng Hui's private life.

Thinking of this, Daha closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. Then he said to Cheng: "I'll tell you straight! What kind of company are we Xingmeng? You also know that we will not restrict artists' love. Artists are free in life. "

Cheng Hui, who has been making small movements all the time, realizes that when Daha says this, he is very serious. He can't help stopping his small movements and hugging the pillow in his arms.

Daha changed his sitting posture and put on a serious attitude and said to him: "but just like most people will encounter a few scum in their life, artists are also ordinary people, and they may encounter one or two scum when they are in love. However, artists are different from ordinary people. Artists live in the eyes of the public, and their every move will be regarded as an after dinner talk. Therefore, as your agent, in line with the principle of being responsible for you, I want to ask you, do you like people or not, do you want to fall in love with them