Jiang Xun got out of the nanny car, and the assistant separated the fans who were trying to approach, and he walked quickly into the Huan Xing entertainment building.

Since replacing Meng Huo on two popular variety shows on Pineapple TV, his Weibo followers have grown by one million within a week, and many people are standing guard at the company's entrance even when commuting to and from get off work.

Just as Jiang Xun took out his mobile phone and was about to tell his manager that he had arrived at the company, he saw an unexpected figure at the elevator entrance on the first floor.

He froze for three seconds and almost didn't recognize it. This is Meng Huo?

The young man was wearing a light gray thin sweater, black jeans, and headphones hanging around his neck.Holding a cup of latte in his hand, holding a straw in his mouth, with one hand in his pocket, without a mask, he is clean and fresh. From a glance, he is dressed comfortably and casually. He does not look like a star at all. He is nothing like a male college student waiting for the elevator in the teaching building.different.

If he hadn't entered the entertainment industry, Meng Huo should have been playing basketball on the university campus at the age of 8, and he might have been in love several times before.This face is also worthy of a man of the hour.

He was able to pick up Meng Huo's resources, largely because they were similar in appearance and positioning, and both were gentle and harmless.

Jiang Xun fixed his eyes and found that Meng Huo had a small earring in his right ear, a black cross with broken diamonds, which inadvertently dazzled his eyes like a stream of fire.

The new look and small changes are probably written on the homepage of "100 Things You Must Do After a Broken Relationship".

Brother Feng, the agent, had no intention of slipping the tongue. Meng Huo had a falling out with the company's top management, and it was likely that he would be buried in the snow.

Jiang Xun bowed his head guilty. This rumor was new, but what he heard the most was all kinds of dirty stories about Meng Huo.Said that he bullied the young actors in the crew, and even slapped the artists of the same company because of his high ranking... According to his temperament, he happened to run into himself who robbed the resources after falling out of love...

The young man casually tilted his head and glanced at him.

Just then the elevator doors opened.

was seen!

Meng Huo walked in, blocking the door with his slender, white hands.

Jiang Xun had no choice but to bite the bullet and go in.

The assistant is a little girl, Qi Qi Ai Ai hides in the corner, Jiang Xun stands in front of her with a straight face, looking fearless, quickly opens WeChat to report to the agent:

"Brother Feng, I met Meng Huo in the elevator! SOS!"

The signal in the elevator was poor, and every minute and every second was a torment for him.Jiang Xun pulled up his mask, tapped his toes anxiously, and stared at the bright red 1 on the elevator display without blinking.

The manager seemed to be more scared than him, so he quickly replied: "I'll pick you up at the elevator, hold on tight, don't quarrel with him!"

Meng Huo's previous great achievements are as loud as thunder, even if rumors are that he will be hidden in the snow, he was confident before, but now he is barefoot and not afraid of wearing shoes, and everyone is afraid of madmen biting people.

What's more, Jiang Xun was the one who directly robbed him of his resources.

After finally bringing out an artist who has improved a bit, he is not willing to drop Meng Huo's hands.

"What floor?"

Jiang Xun lowered his head, holding the phone tightly, his fingertips turned white.

The young man tilted his head slightly, raised his broken eyebrows, and doubts flashed across his amber pupils: "Which floor are you going to?"

"Oh, the seventeenth floor." Jiang Xun nodded and said hastily.

Meng Huo turned his head to look at him and frowned.

What should come cannot be avoided.

This thought flashed through Jiang Xun's mind.

The tall figure came over, and Jiang Xun looked up at the monitor in the corner, wondering if he could use the surveillance video to call the police if he was beaten.

Meng Huo leaned over, frowned, sniffed a few times, and then his eyes lit up:

"Did you have hot pot for lunch?"

That's it?

Jiang Xun nodded blankly."Yes... yes."

Meng Huo took out a handful of Peppermint Candy from his sweater pocket.

"Do you want it? This red oil smells very good, which hot pot?"

Jiang Xun took one in a daze, put it in his mouth and held it, feeling that he was still awake from a dream.

Meng Huo, who had been robbed of resources by him, not only did not sneer, but also gave him a candy.

Meng Huo, who gave the candy, couldn't guess Jiang Xun's mental activities. He just thought that the red oil was fragrant, but the smell was quite strong, and it would be bad if someone smelled it.

Jiang Xun thinks nothing

Get it, bite the sugar.

The manager, Brother Feng, was mentally prepared to open the elevator and go in to pull the frame, but when the elevator reached the 17th floor, his artist looked stupid, Meng Huo was harmless to humans and animals, and the atmosphere was surprisingly harmonious.

He pulled his artist out of the elevator.Let's take a look at it first, let's put our minds at ease.Immediately after frowning, the manager's sensitivity flared up.

"Have you gained a pound?"

Sniff again:

"Why do you smell like hot pot?"

Jiang Xun was about to collapse. He went home and took a shower and sprayed on perfume. How could he still smell it? Are both Meng Huo and his manager a dog?

"Is there..." Jiang Xun blinked stiffly.

Brother Feng leaned closer and smelled it again. There was no smell in his mouth, and it probably got it somewhere else.

Wu Feng glanced at the elevator door that was about to close, and pulled his artist away, lowering his voice to educate his stupid artist while walking: "Artists in the rising stage must pay attention to body management, don't learn from him, he has no rising stage,Eight meals a day will do."

Jiang Xun, who almost revealed that he ate hot pot secretly and caused Meng Huo to lie down with a gun, turned around with a guilty conscience, and cast a grateful glance, but was ruthlessly blocked outside the closed elevator door.

Meng Huo stepped out of the elevator, found Wang Kun's office familiarly, and knocked on the door twice.

Wang Kun replaced one leg over the other on the left with one leg over the other on the right, and opened his mouth lazily, with a well-prepared accent. Meng Huo had already pushed open the door, and the word "come in" stuck in his throat.

The young man greeted him cheerfully, and went straight to the black leather sofa to lie down.

Wang Kun looked at the young man in front of him, and was taken aback by Meng Huo's current temperament.He briefly questioned whether the "Little Mengzhi" route he had customized for Meng Huo was correct...

But he has been immersed in the circle for a long time, and he quickly reacted.

Whether it's right or wrong, after today, it will be difficult for Meng Huo to stand out in the circle.

With a cold face, Wang Kun picked up his teacup and looked at him, hesitant to speak.

They are both thousand-year-old foxes, what kind of Liaozhai can you play with him?

Meng Huo crossed his legs, his whole body was careless, and there was a clear smile in his amber eyes:

"Brother Kun, you can just tell me what you want me to come here today."

Anyway, he doesn't plan to eat in the same circle in the future. Apart from accompanying Xiao Song to polish the rematch works these days, Meng Huo is inspecting the store.

If he doesn't pay liquidated damages, he still has some spare cash in his card.Sichuan cuisine is very popular now, opening a hot pot restaurant should make a lot of money, right?

Wang Kun didn't expect that Meng Huo was still so confident, and he stopped pretending. He knocked his teacup heavily and sneered:

"Meng Huo, do you know how much your actions have caused the company?"

"For example?" Meng Huo sipped his latte, raised his eyebrows, and looked puzzled, "Have you lost trolls and sunspots? Recently, the company's microblog has reduced a lot of black comments, right? The operating staff's work pressure has been reduced and their performance has improved., isn't it good?"

Wang Kun was choked. He planned to enjoy the way Meng Huo had to hug his thighs and beg for resources after learning that he was abandoned by the high-level.

Wang Kun turned the laptop 180 degrees.

"You still have a smile on your face, see for yourself!"

@大池今天打见哪些：“The first-line niche has become a wild model, and the street has been manipulated by people. Without the gold master, how long can mh go? [Eat melon]”

Meng Huo squinted his eyes at the smell of gossip.

The photo is a bit blurry, but the protagonist on the screen is indeed him.The so-called "hands-on" is just Xiao Song arranging his clothes for him. This paparazzi has been trained by the Hong Kong gossip tabloids!

However, judging from the photos taken secretly, this shabby setting, cheap equipment, and only one camera seat really look very cheap. No wonder the paparazzi said he couldn't get along and become a "wild model"up.

Unsurprisingly, the comments section was filled with celebration.

Wang Kun caught Meng Huo's face in bewilderment for a moment, and finally took back the phone in satisfaction.

"This kind of job is not allowed to be accepted in the future!"

Wang Kun gave an order by ear.

Meng Huo nodded casually: "Oh."

"Do you still have contact with Mr. Lu?"

It was a long time since heard this name, and it took Meng Huo a few seconds to react, and shook his head honestly.

"No."

The corner of Wang Kun's mouth twitched. He once went to ask Mr. Lu for instructions on what to do, and got a reply from the secretary. The original words were: "Tell Meng Huo that he wants to get back the resources. He knows what to do."

What else can he do, he doesn't need to ask about the matter between the gold master and the little star...

There was a smile on the corner of Wang Kun's mouth. He was afraid that Meng Huo would turn his head and hug his thigh again, but now it seems that Meng Huo is also ungrateful, so he doesn't have to be jealous anymore.

In the past few years, everyone believed that Meng Huo was the ghost he was packaged for.Character, acting skills, and emotional intelligence are all unattainable, only this face is still a bit worth seeing.

But what the entertainment industry lacks most is a pretty face. A three-none star with no fans, no support, and no works.

"Xiao Meng, let me tell you from the bottom of my heart, I have taken you with me for three years, and even the kittens and puppies have developed feelings for you. It's not that I'm targeting you... Really, you have disappointed the company this time."

"The entertainment circle is the place where the wind and the wind make the most of you. The previous announcements don't want you, only this..." Wang Kun sighed like a mouse, and took out an invitation letter from the drawer, "Charity NightThis is your last job, do it well and give your acting career a beautiful ending."

Meng Huo stretched out his long arms and grabbed the invitation letter, smiling very brightly:

"Okay."