Ideal Entertainment

Qi Tianrui has done the bad things secretly, and plans to go to Zhang Dali's house tonight for a meal.

He talked to Zhang Dali, lying on the sofa in Zhang Dali’s office, holding the mobile phone, pressed the first four digits skillfully, and saw Chu Qiu’s phone number jumping out, and his fingers stopped at the dialed phone number. On the button, hesitated.

Qi Tianrui knows how embarrassed he is about feelings. The last time he persuaded him for six years, he finally plucked up the courage to confess, but was beaten by Chu Qiu by saying "Mr. Qi".

Qi Tianrui felt that he should have changed this time.

Mr. Qi fixedly looked at the number on the screen, and after a series of psychological constructions with a tangled face, he was heartbroken and pressed the green dial button.

After the call, Qi Tianrui felt wrong, because Chu Qiu was probably attending a class depending on the time, and it was impossible to receive his call.

Qi Tianrui looked at the phone that had already sounded the dial-up tone, and hung his finger on the red button that was hung up. He hesitated for a while, just like when he dialed in. He looked at the red circle and couldn't press it anymore. .

Finally, I mustered up the courage to dial the phone, but no one answered.

Qi Tianrui felt that he was simply lost.

Qi Tianrui got up from the sofa dad, looked disappointed at the phone that was still not connected, sighed, and slid his finger to the hung-up button, preparing to end this struggle.

One second before he hung up, the ringing on the phone suddenly turned into a timer.

There was a buzzing in Qi Tianrui's ears. He stared wide-eyed and watched the timer change from 00:00 to 00:03, and heard a clear "Hello" from the handset without the hands-free phone.

He heard this voice thousands of times.

Qi Tianrui woke up from a daze, and stood up hurriedly, holding his mobile phone as if holding some rare treasure, rushing to Zhang Dali's side, and then cautiously placing the mobile phone on the table.

Ten seconds passed, and there was still no voice on the phone. Chu Qiu was a little at a loss, but he did not dare to hang up.

Chu Qiu knew this phone number.

As for the phone numbers he learned the most, it was Aunt Chu's first. After Aunt Chu left, it was Zhang Dali's.

And Zhang Dali always told him to remember Qi Tianrui's phone number. If he is not free, he can ask Qi Tianrui for help.

Although Chu Qiu had never encountered a situation where he needed to ask Qi Tianrui for help last time, he still learned Qi Tianrui's phone number very obediently.

Chu Qiu stood in the corridor outside the radiology department, quietly waiting for the call.

He didn't know why Qi Tianrui would call him at this time. When he saw the number, he was stunned for a long time before reacting.

Many things are different.

Chu Qiu didn't understand what was going on, but it was good for him to be able to catch up with Fenghuang as soon as possible.

Maybe God gave him another chance to make up for his regrets.

Chu Qiu thought optimistically, suppressing the small uneasiness in his heart caused by the quietness of the phone.

Large hospitals are crowded even on weekdays.

Chu Qiu stood against the wall in the corridor outside the room, lowered his head as far as possible to avoid others looking directly, and still attracted a lot of sight.

Good-looking people can easily become the focus of the crowd wherever they go, not to mention that there are many people outside the radiology department waiting in line for examination.

If you look at your beautiful little brother when you are sick, it seems that the pain will be lessened.

Chu Qiu raised his eyes uncomfortably to look at the crowd of people looking towards him with the probe, and he was reluctant to go far. Worried that Aunt Chu could not find him after the examination, he simply turned around and turned his back to the crowd of people in line. .

Zhang Dali raised his eyebrows and looked at Qi Tianrui with a sneer.

Qi Tianrui sat next to him, folded his hands together, and made an expression of "I beg you."

Zhang Dali glanced at the name displayed on the phone interface and then sneered again.

Qi Tianrui once again worshipped Zhang Dali, and then when the other party picked up the phone and was about to speak, he took the phone back, put it on the table, and pressed hands-free.

Zhang Dali: "..."

Qi Tianrui smiled and looked at him, using a standard smile to face the public.

Zhang Dali took a deep breath, and turned to the phone and said to Yan Yue, "It's Chu Qiu, right?"

The young man on the other end of the phone was taken aback, glanced at the phone number displayed on the phone in astonishment, then put the phone back to his ear again, and responded with a low voice.

Zhang Dali said with Qi Tianrui winking his eyebrows: "I am Zhang Dali of Fenghuang Entertainment."

Chu Qiu opened his mouth in a neat manner, looking at the pale corridor of the hospital, opening his mouth: "Big..."

He stopped in time as soon as he started talking, and changed his words: "Mr. Zhang."

Chu Qiu's voice was very small, soft and warm, very nice.

He was once commented that it would be a waste of resources not to sing with his clean voice.

But for some well-known reason, Chu Qiu only occasionally recorded a few songs, and didn't really mean to get involved in the singer circle.

After all, no one wants to have the kind of singing accident where the accompaniment is half played, and the singer is so nervous on the stage with the microphone that he can't hold back a word.

Zhang Dali was very satisfied with Chu Qiu's voice conditions.

"I went to the studio yesterday and saw you filming."

Chu Qiu opened his eyes slightly: "...hey?"

"You are very good, I... Fenghuang Entertainment admires you very much." Zhang Dali paused and glanced at Qi Tianrui, who was staring at the phone with scorching eyes, and said, "That's right, Fenghuang Entertainment wants to cooperate with you, think I want to ask if you have any intentions in this regard?"

Chu Qiu glanced back at the card of the radiology department, thinking of the money black hole that might follow in the future, and replied without hesitation: "Yes, Mr. Zhang."

Zhang Dali was a little surprised, but Qi Tianrui was not.

Chu Qiu is introverted and shy, not stupid.

He knew his situation very well. Angel Entertainment was like a fire pit to him. The last time Fenghuang Entertainment offered an invitation, Chu Qiu did not hesitate to agree.

It is human instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. No matter how slow Chu Qiu is, he also knows that angel entertainment that always wants him to accompany him and deduct resources if he doesn't go is not a good place.

Zhang Dali looked at Qi Tianrui's well-informed strategizing, and reduced the surprise on his face, and asked, "You have a movie in the movie city tomorrow, right? Can you come out for a meal after the movie is over and have a chat in person?"

"Yes." Chu Qiu trusted Zhang Dali very much, and hardly had any doubts or entanglements.

He recalled his scene arrangement and replied: "Tomorrow afternoon."

"That's fine, just have dinner tomorrow." Zhang Dali liked Chu Qiu's sharp style very much, and he hung up the phone after speaking.

As soon as he hung up the phone, he turned his head and ridiculed Qi Tianrui: "I can't see Qi Tianrui, how could you be like this?"

After listening to Chu Qiu and Zhang Dali's phone call, Qi Tianrui couldn't refute. He silently took back the phone, set the previously saved Chu Qiu street shots as a screensaver, and swiped the screensaver contentedly.

Zhang Dali had a panoramic view of his movements.

"You like him so much?"

Qi Tianrui raised his eyes: "Hmm."

"I didn't have any impression of this kid before." Zhang Dali carefully recalled, still unable to remove the traces of Chu Qiu from his memory, he simply asked Qi Tianrui, "When did you know him?"

Qi Tianrui looked at the picture of Chu Qiu on the phone, leaned back in the chair lazily, and replied, "Last life."

Zhang Dalixin said that Qi Tianrui learned this nasty routine.

He patted the armrest of Qi Tianrui's chair, and was about to continue caring for his childhood love life when the office door was knocked.

Zhang Dali retracted his gaze regretfully and sat upright: "Please come in!"

Pushing the door in is a public relations manager with a bitter face, and his body is covered with exhaustion and collapse.

When he saw that Qi Tianrui was also here with Zhang Dali, his facial expression was hideous for a moment.

Now the most hated by the public relations department of Fenghuang Entertainment is that Qi Tianrui, who is ridden with various news, has caused their department to work overtime and break his leg.

As the former prince of Fenghuang Entertainment, Qi Tianrui, the current long live master, even if he hates it any more, the public relations department can only break his teeth and swallow it in his belly.

The public relations manager originally came to Zhang Dali to discuss things, but after seeing Qi Tianrui, he finally failed to hold back the fluctuations in his heart.

"Ancestor!" The public relations manager yelled to Qi Tianrui in a disintegrated voice, "At this time, can you stop moving your Weibo!"

Zhang Dali knew immediately that Qi Tianrui had done something secretly again in all likelihood.

He slapped the table hard, and with his face that could scare a kid on the street, he kicked on the roller under Qi Tianrui's chair, and glared: "What are you doing again?!"

Qi Tianrui Lianren took a chair and was kicked out a long way.

Long live the Emperor Feng Huang looked away from the phone, looked at his hair, then looked at the public relations manager, and waved his hand: "Isn't it just a like?"

He spoke earnestly and earnestly: "It's normal to scan Weibo and like it? It's worth screaming like this?"

The public relations manager can slap Qi Tianrui's face with a blood stalk in his throat.

Why don't you look at the movement under the Weibo that you announced to stop shadows!

Fans want tens of thousands of blood books, please come back!

You are so happily giving a thumbs-up to a passerby!

Are you short-sighted or your head is flooded!

If you shake your head, can you hear the sound of the waves!

The public relations manager dare not say a word of the above.

He kept telling himself that the most important thing now is to discuss a solution to the conflict.

In the end he calmed down and asked rationally: "Do you know the person in the street photo or the one who posted the street photo?"

Qi Tianrui admitted very generously: "The person in the photo."

The public relations manager asked again: "A newcomer in our company?"

Qi Tianrui felt that the manager was on the go.

He said very confidently: "I'm going to quit soon."

The public relations manager nodded, and after knowing the relevant person, he would know how to deal with this person's affairs.

The people in the public relations department have been very tense recently. After asking a few key questions and judging the situation, the public relations manager turned his head and left, not wanting to stay with his boss for a few more seconds.

Zhang Dali was still staring at Qi Tianrui. He said, "Qi Tianrui, don't you worry about Chu Qiu being troubled by angel entertainment?"

"Don't worry, do you misunderstand my Xiao Qiuqiu?"

Qi Tianrui stretched out his long legs, stretched out his fingers and lightly nodded his head.

"He is shy, but he is smart here."