After the rebirth, I formed a CP with Zhuma

Song Liang quickly turned off the music.

Xie Yi gave a low laugh, knowingly asked: "Is the singing not good?"

"Of course it sounds good." Song Liang was silent for two seconds.

Then: "But why listen to this?"

Xie Yi said, "Because it sounds good."

"There are too many good songs." Song Liang was very dissatisfied, "Did you do it on purpose?"

"I deliberately recorded your singing many years ago and waited for you to sit in my car many years later before releasing it?"

Song Liang: "..."

Xie Yi said solemnly: "I only have this song in my playlist."

"Really?" Song Liang turned his gaze away and stared at him coolly, "Then let me recommend some songs for you."

After speaking, he took out his mobile phone and connected it to the car's Bluetooth, and passed on the playlist he often listened to.

Xie Yi had no expression on his face. After Song Liang finished the transmission, he happily pressed the switch, and then made up the knife: "It's okay, this song can be repeated in my mind."

Song Liang seemed to have been slapped in the head, and looked straight at Xie Yi, with a virtual light covering his body through the car glass, like a milk cat whose fur had blown out.

Xie Yi added: "But only my car has it, and I usually take the driver's car when I go out."

Song Liang's pressed lips moved slightly: "Really?"

Xie Yi is good at smoothing hair, and his tone is gentle: "Of course."

"That's good." Song Liang sat back.

Waiting for the traffic light to pass through, Xie Yi glanced over from the corner of his eye, and seeing Song Liang's cheeks slightly puffed up, he unconsciously pursed his lower lip.

I just... want to kiss.

He never thought he would have this opportunity.

Even 20 days ago, when he didn't see Song Liang, he was still thinking that if he met Song Liang again, the two of them would only be at war with each other, and no one would give in to the other.

He failed to confess, the company was robbed, and Song Liang also hated him. When the two meet again, they may only treat each other as enemies.

But Song Liang is probably still serious about being his president, like being the class monitor when he was in school.

In this life, the two probably have no intersection.

Unexpectedly, a few days later, Song Liang suddenly appeared in front of him, broke through his disguise, and followed him all the way here...

Xie Yi's hands holding the steering wheel tightened.

With the wind passing by his ears, he heard Song Liang exclaim suddenly, and then looked over: "What's wrong?"

"There are fried sea oysters here." Song Liang's eyes lit up, "There is also razor clam powder."

Xie Yi looked at the time and felt that it was still early, so he found a parking space and parked.

"Why don't you eat before you go?"

Song Liang couldn't agree more with Xie Yi's proposal.

He is a southerner who lived along the coast when he was a child, and his memories of his family have long been vague. Only these delicacies, because of the relationship that has always existed, haunt him.

Song Liang was about to open the car door and go down, when Xie Yi stopped him: "Wait."

Song Liang paused and turned his head blankly.

A mask came to cover his face, Xie Yi hung the ear loops on his ears, raised his hand and pinched the bridge of Song Liang's nose, adjusted the position of the metal strip, and helped him tidy up the mask naturally like countless times in the past.

A deep voice sounded slowly: "Although you don't have much fame now, you should be careful."

Song Liang blinked, his heart stalled a little.

In the next second, Xie Yi added: "Especially when you're with me."

"..."

Song Liang looked at him for a while, and said, "At most, I'll give you another five years to get away with it."

"What are you doing?" Xie Yi hooked the edge of his mask, his cold nails brushed against his cheeks, "You miss me?"

"I want to surpass you." Song Liang put down his harsh words, "Five years later, I will become your strongest opponent."

Xie Yi had a half smile but not a smile: "Okay."

Then withdrew his fingers and flicked the mask back: "I can't ask for more."

The two talked harshly to each other in the car, and when they got out of the car, they became the best brothers in the world again. Both of them walked into the shop, ordered a portion of razor clam noodles, and sat in the most secluded corner to eat.

The razor clam meat is very thick, the smooth meat is fragrant and tender, there are mushrooms in the powder, squid, dried shrimp, baby vegetables, shredded radish, sea oysters, there are too many ingredients to finish.

Song Liang liked to eat very much since he was a child, but he was adopted by Xie's family and left the city where he lived, so this dish did not spread, so he had to rush back to the city to eat it once.Until later, the store expanded and opened all over the country.It's just that he had grown up at that time, so he seldom ate it anymore.

Now that he happened to meet again, he squinted his eyes contentedly, his cheeks puffed up from eating.

Xie Yi looked funny, and took the razor meat in his bowl: "Look at the way you eat, you don't look like a president at all."

Song Liang was in a happy mood, so he forgave his impoliteness: "What's wrong with the president, the president also wants to eat razor clams for freedom."

That look, quite proud.

Taking advantage of the fact that there were not too many people in the store, the two made a quick fight and walked out after eating.

Xie Yi ordered two more cups of milk tea along the way, and shared a cup with Song Liang: "Go and get rid of the taste in your mouth."

Song Liang returned to the car with the milk tea in his arms, took a sip, and then felt something was wrong: "Why did you invite me to eat razor clams and drink milk tea today?"

"Can't you?" Xie Yi started the car and drove towards the destination.

"It just feels like you have some purpose." Song Liang chewed on the pearl, feeling more and more credible.

Xie Yi paused for two seconds, frowned, and couldn't help laughing: "In that case, then I will satisfy you."

Song Liang said inwardly that it was not good.

Next second,

"Go back and do two more sets of exercises."

"..."

Song Liang: "Grass."

He was angry.

He never expected that he would actually give Xie Yi a knife and stab him in the body.

Song Liang looked at Xie Yi for a few seconds, then blurted out: "Or I'll spit out the milk tea and return it to you."

Xie Yi glanced at him: "Why didn't you say that you pawned yourself to me?"

Song Liang said: "Let's not do this unequal business."

"Give it back to us," Xie Yi was amused, "Fuck you, do two more sets, I have the final say."

Song Liang still wanted to save himself something, when the phone rang suddenly, he subconsciously went to get his phone, and then realized that it was Xie Yi's.

"Pick it up for me." Xie Yi said, "I'm driving, so it's inconvenient."

Song Liang was a little uncertain: "You want me to pick it up? Really?"

"What can I hide from you?" Xie Yi turned a corner and slowed down.

Now that Xie Yi has said so, Song Liang is not polite.

He answered the phone, and Gu Xia's voice came from the phone.

"Sister Xia, Brother Xie is by my side. He is driving, so it's not easy to answer the phone."

Gu Xia was stunned for a moment, then quickly realized, and said, "Okay, you can tell him that the contract has been signed, and the script will be revised soon, and it will be sent before the filming of this film is finished."

Song Liang conveyed the truth.

Xie Yi was silent for a while, then said: "Tell Gu Xia, I will call her back later."

After Song Liang finished telling the story, Gu Xia replied and hung up the phone.

While talking, I also arrived at the place.

Xie Yi looked at the ordinary office building that couldn't be more ordinary, and clicked his tongue: "Qin Chen is only capable of this."

Song Liang didn't take it seriously: "Isn't it normal for newcomers to have any good resources?"

It's not that Xie Yi doesn't understand this simple truth, it's just that he has a prejudice against Qin Chen.

Especially since Song Liang has been in the black city for so long, Qin Chen has never appeared.

Even Song Liang took over the play himself.

He is very dissatisfied.

"Okay, you can wait for me here." Song Liang let go of the seat belt, "Don't cause trouble for me later, I will go up by myself, and I will come down soon."

Xie Yi: "...?"

Song Liang turned his head, ignored his dissatisfied eyes, and put the milk tea in his place: "Mine, don't steal it!"

Xie Yi snorted: "Fart, who would steal your milk tea, get lost."

"Cut." Song Liang turned and closed the door, and walked into the office building.

Xie Yi looked at his back and dialed Gu Xia's number.

On the other side, Song Liang came to the interview location.

Although he came here once in his previous life, he was still surprised by the simple environment here.

After all, in many office buildings, it is really rare to see such a crude company with only three people, a president, an editor, and a photographer and sundries.

If you don't look at other factors, just pointing at this condition for Song Liang to choose, he will definitely turn around and leave.

But he knew that in his previous life, after the suspension of these three magazines, this magazine, with its amazing creative ability, made a rocket-like rise three months later with a re-published magazine, and jumped into the ranks of major domestic magazine brands. flow, brought him countless traffic.

Prior to this, no one knew the potential capabilities of this magazine.

Only Qin Chen found out.

Makeup, change clothes, take pictures, end.

The photographer couldn't help saying: "Before you, we looked for passers-by and unknown artists, but after seeing our working environment, they all refused, and even thought we were liars, so they called the police and wanted to arrest us." Grab it."

He asked, "Why are you willing to sign a contract with us?"

Song Liang tidied up his clothes and said casually, "Because I got hotheaded, I did this."

The photographer was stunned for two seconds, then smiled: "Hotheadedness is a good word and a bad word. But I am sorry to tell you that our magazine is about to be discontinued."

Song Liang's face was calm and calm: "Then it will be fine if it doesn't resume publication."

"It's not easy to resume publication." The editor frowned, as if annoyed by Song Liang's tone of why he didn't want to eat meat, "It's not just about talking."

"Then show your strength." Song Liang still held a faint smile, disapproving, "If you have the strength, why stop publishing?"

"..." The editor seemed to be speechless to him, and felt a little funny. She shook her head and said, "It seems that you have great confidence in us. If we have the chance to resume publication, we will definitely come to you to cooperate again."

Song Liang took the 300 yuan deposit from his endorsement and put it back on the table: "Remember, you have to pay me back a thousand times."

Hearing this, the president who had been sitting behind the computer, who had been busy all the time, stopped his movements for a while, and seemed to turn his head to look at him over the computer, but in the end he didn't say anything until Song Liang left.

Outside, it was already dark.

A cool breeze blew away the fallen leaves at the entrance of the office building.

He walked towards the car, stopped suddenly in the middle of the walk, and turned his head to look in a certain direction.

A white dove swoops down, and a man quickly presses the shutter, with a satisfied smile on his face, and then leaves.

Song Liang narrowed his eyes, subconsciously took out his phone, and took a quick photo of the man.