Chapter 38

Ji Qiubai had a fulfilling life in the next few days. On the one hand, his father was recovering from surgery in the hospital, so he had to visit him from time to time. On the other hand, the teacher Gong Aohan invited to teach him acting was in place and taught him acting every day.

He found that being an actor is really not that easy.

The teacher on the other side was named Fu Rong, a professor at a very famous theater acade in China, he was nearly fifty years old, and he was a very nice person, but he was very strict. When we met for the first time, told him:

"Since Mr. Gong wants Xiao Ji to act like an actor, you should study hard and treat yourself like a professional."

Ji Qiubai is also a relatively studious person. Of course, even if he avoids being scolded in public, he must study hard, so he takes notes and trains very seriously.

He has no foundation, so Fu Rong started teaching from the most basic, first roughly teaching theoretical knowledge, interspersed with practical knowledge during the period, and told him the basics of acting.Of course, he will not be asked to act in the script directly, but to teach him the most basic things, such as how to enter the play, how to figure out the role and so on.

Then he was asked to perform the most basic things, such as a big rooster, a cat that is pooping, a flower swaying in the wind...

In the past few days, he played all kinds of animals, plants and non-living things every day, and he felt that he was about to split his mind.

That's what patients in mental hospitals look like.

One night when Gong Aohan came out of the shower, he saw his little man in pajamas, huddled in a corner, his eyes dull and expressionless, and thought something was wrong with him, he frowned and walked to him, asking:

"What's the matter, baby? What's not happy?"

As a result, he said blankly: "Don't make noise, I'm just a pillow, I can't talk."

Immediately remembered something, turned to ask him: "Do you think I play a pillow like this?"

After finishing speaking, he focused on playing a pillow with a dull face, and he entered the play in a second, with the essence of the play.

Gong Aohan was immediately amused by him, and even so cute that he hugged him into his arms, and said kindly: "Then if I do something to 'pillow', 'pillow' won't resist, huh?"

Ji Qiubai immediately frowned: "Beast! You actually want to do that to a pillow!"

Gong Aohan laughed out loud: "What matter?"

"I have no face to say!"

Gong Aohan was even happier, couldn't help but pushed the baby "pillow" down on the bed and kissed it, it was indescribable.

In the evening, in a high-end club.

"Mr. Zhao, let's take our leave first."

"Farewell, Mr. Zhao."

"Wait, Xiao Song stays here." The mixed-race CEO with delicate features and a well-defined silhouette sat at the head, looking at the bewildered man standing at the table with a smile on his face."My driver doesn't know the way, please ask Xiao Song to take me back to the hotel."

Song Ci was a little flattered, but he wasn't stupid. He reacted immediately and said with a smile, "Okay, then I'll take you back."

Zhao Yan looked away from his face and raised his face: "Come on, sit down first, I'll sober up before leaving."

Song Ci had no choice but to wink with his colleagues, let them go first, and sat down beside Zhao Yan again.

Zhao Yan arrived on the first day, and several of their middle-level leaders invited him to dinner to clean up the dust for him.

Originally thought that this airborne rich second generation had lived in France for a long time, so he probably didn't understand these domestic routines. Who knew that he was not only well versed in the rules of the wine table, but also beat them up openly and secretly.Now all of them are in awe of him, and they don't dare to make mistakes.

Moreover, he wanted to pour him alcohol, but in the end, he didn't get drunk after a thousand cups, and now he looks energetic and clear-eyed.

Song Ci dodged that he had a bad stomach recently and hadn't had a drop of alcohol, so he stayed and let the other party drive.

Holding the glass with long, fair fingers, Zhao Yan took a sip of warm water, and asked casually, "How old is Xiao Song?"

"The false length is 27, hehe." Song Ci smiled.

Zhao Yan sized up his body with broad shoulders and long legs, as well as the muscles that could not be concealed by the white shirt, and said with a smile, "Do you usually exercise regularly?"

"It's all hobbies." Song Ci wanted to get close to the new boss, and he was very careful with his words, "Tennis, close combat, rock climbing, etc., I have a little bit of knowledge."

"Oh." Zhao Yan nodded as if he knew it, and there was something meaningful in his slightly green eyes, "Then fighting should be good, right?"

"Ah?" Song Ci was taken aback, not knowing what the other party meant by asking this question, scratched his head, and said vaguely, "It's okay, if the other party has never practiced, you can play one-to-four."

Zhao Yan looked at him sideways, the corners of his lips raised: "Then look, what if you meet me?"

"Pfft——" Song Ci almost didn't spit out. Zhao Yan was in his early 180s, and he was probably about 185. He was a mixed race, but he looked very thin, so he probably could have been knocked down by him.But the other party is the boss, so he didn't dare to say it directly, so he said, "If you want to try my skills, we can practice at the fight club I often go to later."

If you go a lot and win the other party's trust, you might have the chance to be promoted, and then get promoted and raise your salary to become the general manager...

Before he finished planning, he heard Zhao Yan say:

"We can try now, you can beat me, we go home; you can't beat me, we goblin fight."

"Pfft—" Song Ci was really angry now.

"Mr. Zhao, you used the wrong word. 'That's not the meaning of fairies fighting'..."

"I'm not wrong." Zhao Yan stood up with a smile on his face, stretched out his hand and tugged at his tie, his blue eyes were like wolves and tigers, and his desire was burning, "I fell in love with you at first sight... sweetheart~"

Fuck!!!

Song Ci was struck by lightning.

Then get up and turn around and run.

The president and boss of such a handsome and handsome half-breed president is actually a pervert!

If you don't run now, when will you wait!

"Run, you run, do you still want to come to work tomorrow?" Zhao Yan stood behind him, with his hands in the pockets of his suit pants, full of domineering aura.

Song Ci, who had already reached the door, paused.

Forget it, he's so skinny, it's a ghost if he can beat me, if he's a man, fuck him!

"Mr. Zhao, you are right. If I can beat you, go home!"

"Well, I said so."

"Okay!" Song Ci took a sharp breath, regardless of whether the other party was the boss or not, he just raised his fist and hit him!

Put him down and keep your chrysanthemum!

He is so thin, what can he have...

"Hey hey...why do you have so much strength...why do you have all muscles...let go of me..."

The macho Song Ci learned the lesson of blood and tears after despising the enemy tonight, and was locked up by a strong man, which was very miserable.

And he found that Zhao Yan is a snake maniac, and he likes to praise his body with exaggerated hymns while being indescribable to him.

Very perverted.

He just made a 180 muscular macho cry in shame.