Prince Charming,Look at Me

Lafite in '62 was on the table. Once it was opened, the aroma was compelling.

Tang Ren poured out two cups generously. He just wanted to make fun of Murong Hao, but the other side didn't look at them. He poured a cup suddenly.

No matter how good the wine is, it's not like this.

After a while, his collection is almost to the end. Tang Ren Lin stares at his bold and unconstrained drinking method, and the whole person is in a dull state.

"Hello, man! Stop drinking

Seeing that he had to drink another cup, he put away the previous fun and frowned and snatched the glass down.

"You must have something to drink, but you are not!"

After several arguments, he was robbed by Tang Ren Lin. Murong Hao's face was flushed, but his dark eyes were extremely cold.

Mingming drank a lot, but he became more and more sober. He glared at his friends viciously. Then he put away his face and leaned back on the sofa, letting the wine linger.

Music continues, is still the rhythm of the boiling heart, as if jumping on the top of people's hearts.

Just two people no longer happy mood, each heavy look up to the top of the head 360 degrees rotating light bulb, I do not know what to think.

As time went by, they were silent for a long time. Tang renlin raised his hand to turn off the annoying music and turned to Murong Hao.

Most of the cigarette butts in his hand had disappeared, but he didn't seem to throw them away.

"You really don't want to come over there?"

He is tired enough to run on both sides now. This guy doesn't care about his own company. On the contrary, he runs an entertainment company. It's not that he can't understand it, but he wants to get out of the house and start from scratch.

"Isn't there you over there? I'll call you when I need to. "

Murong Hao didn't bother him. He took a cigarette from Tang Ren Lin and smoked it slowly.

Illusory smoke from the thin lips spit out, forming a complete circle, and then fly to the air, again return to fog disappeared.

Life in Paris is not as comfortable as it was in a small town.

Living with two men, Rochelle doesn't go out as often as Jack does. Instead, she likes to stay at home and make his sculpture models. Sometimes it lasts for several days.

Maybe he was too serious. After a few days in a row, his body would step down first, and then he was sent to the hospital for two days. After leaving the hospital, he would come back again and again.

At first, Jiang Li thought it was an artist's eccentricity, so even if he went too far, David, as her brother, would not care.

Only after listening to what David said later did she know that Rocher had been in poor health. She had a heart Bridge before and was said to have a recurrence.

So even if we don't agree with his life, we don't want him to feel the pressure of his family.

"I baked some muffins. I'll break down if I keep making them. If you go back to the hospital again, it won't be just an injection. "

But compared with David's doting, Jiang Li thinks it's better to tell the truth.

She put the muffin in Rochelle's hand and looked at him and said solemnly.

"I don't want to eat. I'm not in the mood to finish these."

Although Rocher is big, he is a typical child temperament, and he has a high IQ in art and can't do anything else.

"If you don't eat, I'll stay here all the time. You can do whatever you want."

Jiang Li carelessly said, directly found a bench to sit aside, it seems that she is not going to leave.

Rochelle snorted coldly, turned his head to continue the sculpture in his hand, but his mind couldn't concentrate because of Jiang Li's existence.

When someone is around, it will affect the play.

He tried several times and failed. He had no choice but to compromise.

"I eat! I'll eat it! "

If it were not for her brother's friend, he would have thrown her downstairs!

Jiang Li smiles and leaves behind a sentence to eat more. Then she closes the door thoughtfully.

I don't know when it was very gloomy outside the window. Suddenly she thought of some clothes hanging in the yard, sighed that it would be bad if it rained, and ran downstairs in a hurry.

David was watching TV downstairs. He heard the footsteps on the stairs and turned to look at it.

"Where are you going in such a hurry?"

He pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, showing a pair of brown eyes, looking at the figure of Jiang Li running quickly, and asked in surprise.

"Watch your TV!"

Gao Xun just came back from the outside. Unexpectedly, the key was taken away by the housekeeper and he forgot to return it. Because he was in a hurry to go out, he didn't care about it. Now it's raining, and he's clubbing under the eaves. He can't help feeling depressed.

"Jiang Li!"

He was worried about whether he was going to spend the night in the car, but when he looked up and saw Jiang Li packing her clothes, he called her.

A few minutes later, David saw Jiang Li come in and wanted to help her bring her clothes in. As soon as he reached half way, Gao Xun came in.The two men's eyes were opposite, and their eyes were like flames crackling in the air.

David regards Jiang Li as his sister. Naturally, he doesn't want her to be miserable again, so he is on guard. As for Gao Xun, there is no need to say why.

"There should be room for you?"

Jiang Li didn't notice this subtle phenomenon. She changed her shoes and went into the room. She folded her clothes and asked David at the door without raising her head.

"No

"Brother, there is a guest room if there is a room."

Rochelle happened to come down the stairs and said as soon as he heard what David said.

David looked at his silly brother, clenched his fist, and gave up his position at the door.

"Well, that may be my mistake." He replied without any sincerity.

"I hope you don't have any thoughts."

As Gao Xun passed by, he whispered.

"My work is finished. Do you want to see it?"

Perhaps the only people who didn't notice this strange atmosphere were Rochelle and Jiangli. Listening to his brother's excited voice, David sighed in his heart and answered quickly.

It's rainy here, but it's sunny there.

Recently, Murong Hao took three days off for several people in the company, but after the holiday, he had to participate in the interview immediately. As for the content of the interview, I will know at that time.

Every move of men is always the most concerned content of journalists.

So when he made this move, reporters were ready to seize the opportunity to ask, but this time they will be disappointed.

For three consecutive days, the employees were resting, but Murong Hao locked himself in his room, not only didn't go out, but even cut off all electronic products.

Even ah Qing, the housekeeper who takes care of his daily life, doesn't know what he's doing.

Three days is just a flash, in the blink of an eye.

When Murong Hao came out of the room, he asked ah Qing to prepare instant noodles.

"Young master, instant noodles are not good for your health. You'd better eat less."

She didn't dare to overstep the order of the agent. After all, if something goes wrong with the young master, she can't afford to lose her life.

"Can you stop learning from Miller? Do I hire you or does he hire you? Let you do instant noodles, where so much nonsense

Murong Hao didn't close his eyes for three days in a row. No matter how good his patience is, it will be worn away.

Ah Qing looked at the dark circles under the young master's eyes and sighed, "go to sleep first. When you're ready, I'll call you."

The man's expression was gentle. He waved, but he didn't move.

Probably very tired, leaning on his chin, he went to sleep directly, never seeing the usual elegance and natural and unrestrained.

It won't take long to make noodles. When ah Qing came over with a bowl, the young master had already fallen asleep.

The instant noodles were still steaming hot. She hesitated and finally decided to wake up the young master first.

"Well? What time is it? "

The man's consciousness drifted and sank for a long time, and then he came back to his body. He touched his face and looked at ah Qing's sight, which was obviously lax.

"Eleven o'clock, young master."

After the respectful answer, ah Qing stepped back to keep the insurmountable distance between the servant and the master.

In fact, the same taste of instant noodles is not much different, just because the heart think that person is different, so even the taste did not imagine the appearance.

What used to be refreshing is now tasteless.

He reluctantly swallowed a bowl, rushed to the bathroom to wash his face, and didn't have time to change his clothes, so he hurried to the company with his achievements in the past three days.

At this time, the company, a small number of employees have already arrived, are preparing for what he said before the interview.

Because of the arrival of Murong Hao, the reporter outside is also in front of a bright, excited to raise the camera to take a non-stop.

However, the flash of a figure in the lens is totally different from the old men, which makes them even have the idea of seeing the wrong person.

The gorgeous appearance of Murong Hao's grounded casual clothes surprised not only reporters, but also employees.

How could Murong Hao, who always pays attention to image, leave the country in such a way?

It's incredible!

But he didn't seem to notice that. "You copy the script into the same number of people, each of whom has ten minutes to get familiar with the content, and then has five minutes to play on his own."

He pulled an employee, stuffed the manuscript in his hand, rubbed his bleary eyes and sat aside.

The fatigue on the man's face is very obvious, but looking at his persistent appearance in this state, everyone is not disgusted, but feels grateful.

I'm afraid that in other brokerage companies, it's impossible for senior managers to appear in such a natural way without fear of the camera."Well, from now on, the timing starts."

Muronghao's way is very special. Although the reporters on the scene have been greatly impacted, they are still dedicated to delivering everything to their respective reports by holding the camera.

Men do not care about their shooting, but listen carefully to the side of Xu Jie for the script to see some of the problems.

"Mr. Murong, the content of this play is very novel and true. Who wrote it?"

Two people chat almost, Xu Jie suddenly surprised asked, I do not know why looking at the content inside, there is always a kind of familiar feeling.

When Murong Hao heard the speech, he laughed with profound meaning.

He looked at his watch for just ten minutes. He clapped his hands to signal everyone to stop reading the script. Everyone came to the front to draw a number plate to decide their respective order.

Although five minutes is very short, for anti performers, excellent people can accurately show their desired results even if they give them three minutes.

Because of the silence in the hall, reporters also dare not speak out, for fear of affecting the shooting effect.

Under the deliberate action of Murong Hao, everyone's performance is in a state of extraordinary play, which makes reporters look at it differently.

When it's over, everyone is joking and guessing, but Xu Jie shouts Murong Hao.

"Mr. Murong is really an eye opener to me. I didn't expect that your writing style is so good."

As soon as his words came out, a few people beside him were stunned.

Murong Hao is always light expression, can not see the fluctuation of his mood.

"Brother Xu, are you Mr. Murong's script?"

"I'll go! He can write a script

People around the man's expression with undisguised surprise, and even eavesdropping on the side of the reporter for a long time, are stunned for a long time to react, have come around to ask.

Murong Hao was surrounded in the middle, still not cold, maintaining the original elegance.

Even though his clothes are not decent enough and his face is obviously tired, he stands in front of the camera and is still as bright as a flash, which makes people dare not look directly at him.

In the face of reporters' questioning, Murong Hao was silent for a long time before he said: "this play will be a new work pushed by our HG Company today. I hope you will support it."

With his concise words, he left the reporters behind, and then walked out slowly under the cover of the staff.

"This guy is brave enough!"