Chapter One

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date="2021-01-05"

title="Chapter One "

weight="117728"

series = ["The Idol And The Disabled President Made An Official Announcement"]

mode = "manual"

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"Mr. Ye, are you looking for me?"

The teenager wearing a hooded sweater and light-colored jeans stood neatly at the mahogany desk. He was a little nervous, as if facing a student talking to the head teacher, his slender, white fingers squeezed the edge of the sweater. The light pink nails are reddened by excessive force.

Ye Hansheng didn't say a word, he looked at the boy repeatedly with aggressive eyes. The conversation heard this morning faintly sounded in ears.

"I heard that another slut who wanted to climb the bed was interrupted by Mr. Ye..."

Some people were astonished and gleeful, "Some people like Mr. Ye dare to climb the bed? I heard that since he broke his leg in a car accident, his temper has been particularly violent. If he is unhappy, he will use the company's artist to vent his anger. Wasn't anyone hiding in the snow just because he accidentally hit him?"

The laughing teenagers giggled for a while, and the white and pure teenager standing on the side frowned and retorted a little angrily, "Mr. Ye is not such a person."

"he's good."

The teenagers booed for a while, and then they laughed and laughed, "Wenrun, don't you want to climb Ye President's bed?"

"Tsk tsk, don’t see if you’re still alive after climbing up."

"Yeah, I advise you that life matters..."

Ye Hansheng didn't listen to what he said later, only remembering the boy's face flushed and very angry.

Ye Hansheng sneered secretly, he? Is a good person?

Not to mention those young people who don't know anything, even he himself didn't know that he was a good person. He decided to let this young man who didn't know the sky and earth know what a bad person was.

"what is it call?"

Ye Hansheng tapped his fingers rhythmically on the mahogany table.

"Wenrun." The boy moved his body slightly nervously, lowered his head in reply, didn't even dare to look up at him.

Ye Hansheng laughed, as expected, he was still a little lamb who had never seen the sinister heart. He stopped knocking on the table and beckoned, "Come to me."

Wenrun turned the mahogany table in a dazed and confused manner, and stood in front of him obediently, with a pair of black eyes that were the same as his name, misty, gentle and well-behaved.

Ye Hansheng was suddenly aroused. He turned the wheelchair and approached him, with his palm attached to his side waist. He deliberately made a low voice and asked ambiguously, "Do you know what I asked you to do?"

The young body under her palm trembled slightly, but did not escape. Wenrun carefully raised her head and glanced at him, then lowered her head with red ears, shook her head, and nodded again.

I didn't understand at first, but now...seems to understand.

Ye Hansheng curled the corners of his mouth, but there was no smile in his eyes. The aroused interest became distracted by the boy's obedience, but he had not forgotten his purpose today.

Picking up his sweater and getting in, Ye Hansheng chuckled softly, pulling the person on his lap, pressing between him and the desk, "What do you want?"

Wenrun was trembling with his waist, but he still raised his body vainly, not daring to press too much on his legs. Ye Hansheng had a car accident five years ago and has since disabled his legs.

Ye Hansheng's words made him raise his head, and he didn't have the energy to pay attention to the rough palms on his back. He didn't understand, Wenrun's eyes were full of doubts, "What?"

"Variety show, TV series, or movie?"

Ye Hansheng drew his hand and clamped his chin, rubbing his thumb on his pale lips.

Wenrun's ears were redder, his eyes were foggy, but his eyes were very clean. The dull brain finally turned around, shook his head gently, and said lowly, "No."

Ye Hansheng's smile faded, and he almost pressed his earlobe and said, "Isn't that fucked by me for nothing?"

The warm breath fell on the sensitive ears, Wenrun blushed and dripped blood, his head eager to plunge into his collar to hide.

He did not say anything, this attitude was almost tacitly acquiesced.

"Ye Hansheng never takes advantage of others in vain." With a sneer, Ye Hansheng lifted his head hard, his sullen eyes seemed to look into his heart, "You choose one."

Wenrun still shook his head, looking at him with clean eyes. There was neither greed nor sex in him, she was pure, like a little lamb who knew nothing, and didn't know what kind of devil he was facing.

Ye Hansheng felt that he was sick. Thinking about something with a child, he released his hand and lifted the person from his lap. Wenrun sensed his intentions, stood up hastily, lowered his eyebrows, and obediently obediently.

Pinching his eyebrows, Ye Hansheng said irritably, "You can go out."

Wenrun blinked, puzzled, "Are you...?" The omitted words were too shameful, and he said something like a mosquito.

Ye Hansheng almost laughed angrily by him, waved his hand to let him out.

Wenrun went out one step at a time. This was the first time he looked at Ye Hansheng so close, his eyes fell on his lap, a little distressed.

Ye Hansheng didn't remember him anymore. But this is also normal. He is only one of the inconspicuous people who sponsor so many poor students every year, and it is no accident that he is forgotten. He tried his best to get out of the remote mountain village and signed to Star Controls Media. It's just to take a look at his benefactor and see if he's doing well.

Wen Run was born in a remote mountain village, and there are three siblings in the family, plus his grandmother's family of eight people rely on that little land to feed them. It's really a poor jingle. Wen Runxing was the third. Among the four brothers and sisters, he had good grades in junior high. Wen's father gritted his teeth and offered him to high school. The family economy collapsed completely. Just when Wenrun gritted his teeth and prepared to leave school, Ye Hansheng appeared.

In the second year of high school, Ye Hansheng was only twenty-four, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, long stature, smiling at the corners of his mouth, and a low and gentle voice like the spring breeze blowing over a willow in February. He was surrounded with enthusiasm by a group of school leaders, and handed the scholarship to Wenrun in the flashing spotlight.

At that time, Wenrun was a representative of outstanding students and also a representative of poor students.

The scholarship funded by Ye Hansheng allowed him to survive the high school, pass the entrance exam to Q, and become the only golden phoenix flying out of the chicken coop in a remote mountain village.

It is a pity that such a good person had a car accident in the following year. Wenrun was in his third year of high school and only glanced at the news on the school TV. Hearing that the heir of the Yip Group had a car accident, Wenrun only saw a car accident. The bloody person was carried on a stretcher, and the news passed.

Later, he borrowed a classmate's mobile phone and searched it and found out that it was not only Ye Hansheng, but also Ye Hansheng's mother and sister. But no more detailed information, there is no online.

Later, Wenrun College Entrance Examination was the city champion. The school county and the city gave bonuses. He hesitated again and again, filling in volunteers and choosing the Q college who was in the same city as Ye Hansheng.

In fact, there is no intersection in the four years of university. After the car accident, Ye Hansheng never participated in any charity activities, and the news did not show up again. Wenrun only knew that he was the president of Star Controls.

Coincidentally, after graduating from university, he went to look for a job, and stopped for a while when passing by the Star Controls office building. He was taken by the current agent Song Li and asked if he had any intention to sign a contract.

Wenrun probably didn't know his mind well at the time, so he agreed with a ghost.

This contract is five years.

He didn't come from a major and didn't understand a lot of things. After signing the contract, Song Li arranged a lot of training courses for him. His daily task is to follow the teacher in class, except for eating and sleeping. After three months of overtime training, Song Li put him in the crew, male N number. Wenrun himself is quite satisfied. He has always been a serious and down-to-earth person.

After running a few times with two or three crews, he slowly found a little acting pleasure. He is an introverted person, but his acting pays attention to emotional retraction, and he interprets the lives of others between retraction and release. This feeling is very novel and fascinating. Even if he didn't want to see Ye Hansheng, he still wanted to cherish this job.

He never expected to have the opportunity to see Ye Hansheng.

Compared with the past, Ye Hansheng has changed a lot, but Wenrun always remembered the smiley "Come on, don't give up" when he handed the envelope containing the scholarship to himself.

Because he insisted on that sentence, no matter what the company's people said in private, Ye Hansheng's moody and irritable character, he still wants to believe that Ye Hansheng or that Ye Hansheng, the nature of human beings will not change with the years.

With a light sigh, Wenrun rubbed her flushed face vigorously, condensed her lost thoughts, straightened her back and returned to the dormitory.

The dormitory was also arranged by the company, with three rooms and one living room. In addition to him, there were two other roommates who were all newcomers brought by Song Li.

As soon as he entered the dormitory, he was pulled by his roommate Lu Zhan, "Hey, I heard that you were called to the office by Mr. Ye? It's okay?" He said, winking his eyes and looking Wenrun up and down, as if he wanted to see something different. .

When mentioning this Wenrun, his ears are a bit hot, and his confidence is not so full. "No...what..."

Lu Zhan didn't believe it, "Then what did he suddenly find you for?"

"..." Wenrun frowned and pursed his lips to think about the reason. When he thinks that his ears are getting hotter, he is not good at lying. After a long period of silence, Lu Zhan will see something. He will continue to ask when he stares. He was blocked by Shen Muxun, "Lu Zhan, why do you talk so much today?"

Shen Muxun is the largest in the dormitory, and the one who has entered the Star Territory for the longest time. He has a serious personality and does not speak much, but he takes good care of his two roommates, so Lu Zhan has always been a little bit embarrassed about him, and secretly told Wenrun that he thought of high school when he saw him. The dean of education has a shadow.

Lu Zhan's eyes turned around and didn't get to the bottom of the question. Instead, the two brothers put on Wenrun's shoulders and said, "Brother Song explained that there is a meal for you to prepare. It seems that there is a role suitable for you. Tomorrow, I will take a meal to produce with the director. See you, if you are satisfied, you will have work to do."

Wenrun still has no splashes during his debut for more than a year. The roles Song Li arranged for him made him suck some fans, but it only stopped there. It was an authentic little transparency. Song Li used to think that he was high-faced and temperamental, and he had the thought of supporting him, but once he had such a small amount of resources in his hand, it was okay for Wenrun to show his face, but it was too difficult for him to be red. Secondly, it may be that Wenrun really didn't have this life. Song Li was making fancy stir fry, but he couldn't splash it.

Song Li became tired after a long time, and gradually gave up on him. Although he is good-looking, the handsome men and beauties in the entertainment industry are like the crucian carp in the river, which is really nothing unusual. Wenrun, who was vaguely abandoned, has been idle for more than two months.

Lu Zhan knew that the conditions in his home were not good. He heard that Song Li was finally going to arrange a job for him. He was as happy as he had a job, and dragged him to pick the clothes for tomorrow's dinner.

The author has something to say: Little Theater, Mr. Ye: Let's just say it, I want to dive into you.

Wenrun (head down and shy):...ok, good.

President Ye:?