"But I love to eat," Ye Luoxuan whispered after a long time.
In his opinion, even the most delicious delicacies from land and sea are not as good as this bowl of noodles.
Noticing the change in Ye Luoxuan's eyes, he was a little surprised. Could this person change so much?
Only by forcing myself to ignore Ye Luoxuan in front of me could I breathe a sigh of relief.
Yi Menglu never thought that a man like Yi Mu, who was elegant and a little bit warm-hearted, would perform singing in a noisy place like a bar.
Only after watching Yi Mu step down from the stage and disappear behind the scenes did Yi Menglu put down her waving hand.
"Here." He handed the wine glass in his hand to Yi Mu who was walking over.
"Are you used to performing here?" he asked as he watched Yi Mu sit down.
Putting the wine glass on the glass table, I looked at the singer on the stage and said, "I don't like to lie to people, nor do I like to say those compliments."
Having said that, he looked at Yi Menglu and said, "So I don't want to lie to you."
Listening to Yi Mu's words, Yi Menglu was overwhelmed with mixed emotions. She suddenly wondered if the young man in front of her was carrying too many unnecessary burdens.
She understands the unspoken rules in the entertainment industry. In order to make their artists more perfect, entertainment companies often require artists to follow the plans they give them.
As for those uncontrolled artists, no matter how talented they are, it will be difficult for them to obtain resources.
"I don't like hearing lies either," he shrugged.
He stirred the straw in the wine glass. "Tell me! Are you not used to it here?"
Yi Mu's songs have always been lyrical, and if he wanted to sing them in a bar, the response probably wouldn't be very good.
I looked up and saw Yi Menglu. Before I could say anything, I heard the voices of two girls sitting behind me: "Does the boy who just performed on the stage look familiar to you?"
Hearing someone talking about Yi Mu, Yi Menglu unconsciously pricked up her ears to listen.
“I don’t think so.”
The girl in burgundy who started the conversation continued, "I think he looks a lot like Yi Mu."
After seeing her take a sip of wine, she said, "It's just that he's too unpleasant. Although he's a warm man, but..."
Pointing to the brain: "Your emotional intelligence is too low, and it's easy to offend people"
The girl sitting next to her couldn't help but ask, "How did you know? I liked him before. He sings well and is very nice to us fans."
"What's the point of being nice to someone who doesn't help you these days? Won't they just step on you anyway?"
Although this was said in a very heartless way, one has to admit that what the girl said was true, especially in a place like the entertainment industry where all kinds of people mix.
If someone is popular, paparazzi will take photos of them, and entertainment reporters will interview them. On the contrary, if someone is not popular, there will be no news about them overnight, which can be said to be a complete ban.
Put your hand on Yi Mu's hand and say "Don't mind it"
She had finally managed to restore Yi Mu's confidence, but now these rumors were spreading again. She was really worried about Yi Mu's mood.
She understands the feeling of being maliciously slandered by the public, a feeling that ordinary people cannot understand or endure.
No wonder people say that spit can drown people.
"Sister Han, have you all decided to put the Yi Mu matter aside?" asked Si Han, who was leaning on the office chair with an indifferent attitude.
He polished his nails and blew gently on the nail tips. "I told you a long time ago to have Yi Muduo interact more with those advertisers and build good relationships. How did it get to this point?"
"Now that something's wrong, who can we blame?" He looked up at Jiang Qiangdong and said, "We can only blame him!"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
