Chapter 8
This middle-aged man who looked like a small sweet potato and claimed to be the head of the dance troupe took Chi Ying out of the audience.
On the way, I met Tang An who was coming back from the toilet.
The two looked at each other, and then the three of them went into the private room on the second floor together.
The team leader introduced attentively: "The view is clearer from this position."
This private room is in the middle of the second floor, overlooking the entire stage.
Tang An thanked him politely: "You and Chi Ying have something else to discuss, right? I'm sorry for bringing you here so hastily."
Compared with the ferocious Chi Ying just now, the gentle and friendly Tang An in front of him looked more beautiful, and she became an angel in the captain's heart.
He burst into tears and said, "No, no, it's not that important. The children and I are very happy that you and Mr. Xiaochi are here today, especially Roy..."
The team leader secretly observed Chi Ying's expression on the sofa and tentatively said, "...Roy's junior is also a very good kid, talented and hardworking. We all think he has the potential to succeed Roy and become the next chief."
Both of them were silent.
One simply felt that the troupe leader talked too much and was too lazy to respond, while the other was shocked to hear that the actor he most favored might have to withdraw from the leading position.
The team leader didn't dare to say anything. After laughing awkwardly twice, he hid himself in the shadows and wiped his sweat frantically.
The break is over and the second half of the performance continues.
The three of them each had their own thoughts.
During the performance, the troupe leader kept mentioning the junior to the two of them intentionally or unintentionally.
Seeing Chi Ying's lack of interest and the team leader's cautious yet impatient expression, Tang An probably understood that everything they were doing now was paving the way for what they were going to talk about later.
The prelude was so long that Tang An had to think of something wrong.
After all, with Chi Ying's family background and current abilities, he is definitely a big shot who can be a sponsor.
His brows furrowed more and more.
After the performance, the troupe leader left the box and brought the actor in. He saw the actor's slender, muscular figure under the beautiful dance costume that he had not changed out of, and the delicate and beautiful face under the heavy makeup.
The two men's expressions suddenly changed, one in front and one behind.
The team leader smiled and introduced: "This is what I just mentioned to you two..."
The actor gave people a sense of underage innocence. His face flushed as he whispered hello: "Hello, Mr. Chi, hello, Mr. Tang."
The leader placed his hands on the actor's exposed shoulders, and his expression looked a bit more obscene because of his smile.
In addition, the actor's body was always nervous and trembling.
No matter how you look at it, it's...
Chi Ying stood up suddenly.
"Damn it!! How dare you pimp right under my nose???!!!"
With a "bang", the smile on the captain's face was shattered.
The little actor was so frightened that he stood there blankly.
Chi Ying lifted the leader up and said, "Tell me! How long have you been doing this dirty thing?! How many other children have you sent out like this?!"
The team leader held his head in his hands: "It's unfair, Mr. Xiaochi, I really didn't do anything wrong..."
The young actor came to his senses and anxiously tried to stop him: "Mr. Xiaochi, you misunderstood!!! The leader is not that kind of person!!!"
As soon as these words were spoken, and the actor's expression was genuine, Tang An realized something and quickly grabbed Chi Ying, who had already lost his mind.
"Wait a minute, Jiyoung! I think we misunderstood!!"
Chi Ying was in a very bad state, his body was shaking slightly all the time. It was unclear whether it was because of anger or fear, but there was a hint of hesitation in his eyes that Tang An had never seen before.
Before Tang An could investigate further, the door of the box was opened and a middle-aged man with an elegant temperament walked in quickly.
"Jiying! What's wrong with you?"
As soon as the words fell, the little actor turned around and shouted in a wronged voice: "Dad——"
Behind the middle-aged man was a graceful young man. The hairstyle he had worn during the performance had been undone, and his hair, which had been coated with hairspray, was as tough and solid as mud. He was trying to separate his hair with a comb, and his beautiful eyebrows were twisted in pain.
Tang An was dazzled.
The CEO of a listed company and the principal of a well-known dance troupe.
Roy?
Oh my god, is that really the Roy on the stage?
Tang An didn't expect that he could see this actor so close.
It looks more exquisite up close than on stage.
The young actor clutched his father's hand and cried, "Brother Xiaochi doesn't recognize me anymore! He's so mean... He even bullied the leader!!!"
The troupe leader lay on the ground, half dead. "I didn't mean anything else. I just wanted him to get familiar with Xiao He. After all, Xiao He is the most promising actor..."
"Captain, I'm not dead yet." Roy squatted beside the man and poked his round belly with his slender fingers. "Pah—deflating!"
Tang An: “…”
I don't know why, it's so confusing.
He sighed and continued to pat the back to comfort the person in his arms.
Five minutes later, everyone returned to normal.
Twenty minutes later, Chi Ying, who had resolved the misunderstanding and apologized, and Tang An left the box first.
They were silent all the way to the car. Chi Ying didn't drive away for a long time. He put his face on the steering wheel, not knowing what he was thinking. After a while, he raised his head.
"I never thought that the little fat kid who peed on my hand has grown up so much now."
“…”
Chi Ying pursed her lips and said, "I'm sorry, I scared you at that time."
His usually arrogant tone was now much weaker, and his slightly messy hair hung down decadently.
Tang An: "When I came here alone before, this kind of thing never happened today."
Chi Ying's face turned pale: "Are you blaming me for what you said?"
Tang An held his forehead with his hand: "I don't know."
He didn't want to blame Ji Ying, but what had just happened made him feel annoyed.
Perhaps it was because he once again realized Ji Ying's social class.
The actor who has been performing on stage and is loved and admired by everyone appeared in front of Tang An in such a lifelike manner. After knowing his profession, the other party took the initiative to add his contact information.
This was something he would never have thought about before.
It wasn't his identity as a lawyer that made the other party want to add him, but because he was brought by Chi Ying.
This gave Tang An the feeling that there must be a prerequisite for the other party to see his own value.
Or maybe Tang An discovered that he knew nothing about Chi Ying's life before she was twenty years old.
For example, he couldn't imagine ten-year-old Ji Ying feeding a child and getting peed on her hand.
The air pressure in the car was low, and both of them looked unhappy.
Chi Ying was already upset because of what happened just now. He hoped that Tang An could comfort him, but what the other party said now was really sad.
"Go back by yourself."
Ji Ying took the phone and got out of the car.
The door closed indifferently.
Tang An looked at the empty driver's seat, put his hands on his head and banged the center console.
Boom!
Don't be angry, don't be angry. It's your own body that will be harmed.
Boom!
Ahhhh, so annoying, so annoying, so annoying, so annoying.
Boom!
What is this bastard doing now? I am speechless.
After some mental preparation, he stepped into the driver's seat with his forehead red from being hit.
The car slowly passed by Chi Ying who was walking, and Tang An honked the horn to remind people to get on the car.
Chi Ying quickened his pace.
Tang An rolled down the window and said, "Chi Ying, if you don't stop, I'll sell your car!"
Chi Ying: "Sell it all and invest it all in the A-share market. The profit will be yours."
Tang An: "Fuck."
Chi Ying: "Rebound."
Tang An laughed angrily: "Okay, I'm going to drive your little Zongzi away now and go to a gay bar to find a man to kiss."
Chi Ying's expression changed in an instant.
Tang An didn't give the other party any time, stepped on the accelerator and sped away.
In the rearview mirror, Ji Ying was trying hard to catch up because his suit pants were stuck in the crotch and he couldn't move.
"Tang An%&*@—～{}[]|:"'>..."
It's eleven o'clock in the evening and the nightlife in the big city is bustling.
Tang An parked his car near ANGEL Bar.
Pushing the door open, he was instantly enveloped by the murky, noisy air, the deafening music making him dizzy. Lights flickered on the dance floor, and no one was drinking at the bar. Only two well-made-up boys and a long-haired beauty were dancing to the beat of the drums.
Tang An barely held on for less than a minute before decisively turning around and retreating.
He didn't originally hang around this circle. When he was under a lot of pressure in his senior year of high school, he just wandered around the door of the bar for a while. Later, because he was always hit on and touched by people, and he was together with Chi Ying, he completely cut off contact with them.
Walking out of the bar, the lights of the 711 not far away were on.
Tang An did not return to the car immediately, but turned in and bought a bowl of oden with a piece of crispy sausage.
When checking out, the cigarettes displayed next to the counter caught my eye.
He was stunned for a moment.
Haven't touched it for a long, long time.
Tang An actually doesn't have a smoking habit. He smoked during his rebellious period in high school. He has long forgotten who handed him the first cigarette. He only remembers that after he climbed over the wall and sneaked out of school, he sat at a roadside fried noodle stall with greasy twists. The pungent bitterness was covered by the bowl of noodles with spicy oil. Later, he would secretly smoke one or two cigarettes when he was under pressure or upset.
He hid it very well, at least Ji Ying didn't know he smoked.
Tang An took the oden and sat on the table outside the store. He squeezed thick chili sauce into the soup, drank a mouthful of the hot soup first, then picked up a piece of radish and put it into his mouth.
He likes the radish in oden the most, which is fragrant, sweet, soft and tasty.
The cell phone on the table rang again, this time it only vibrated three times stubbornly before falling completely silent.
Afterwards, a long silence enveloped it.
At the same time, Chi Ying was completely furious after confirming that Tang An was not joking. He was as anxious as an ant on the hot pan, and the whole place was in chaos.
Chi Ying was certain in his heart that Tang An was impossible.
How could that pale, quiet, and even timid good boy in his impression go to such a place?
Even though Chi Ying was harsh in his words, calling homosexuals dead and ordering them to be chaste and not come back with illnesses, deep down he still believed that Tang An would not mess around.
But the two cold words "divorce" tore apart this faith.
If they're about to break up, what kind of husbandly virtues are there? Aren't those smoky, toxic gay bars just a quagmire where those idiotic second and third generation idiots in the industry live a life of drunken debauchery?
Chi Ying knew exactly what was going on inside. He was really afraid that once the other party entered, they would be dazzled by the temptations and become greedy and unsatisfied.
By then, he'll have a cigar in his mouth, one in his left hand, one in his right hand, and another sitting in his arms. That's going to be terrible.
Chi Ying's throat choked, and a cold panic instantly gripped his heart.
Every second that Tang An disappeared was torture.
The mobile phone became Ji Ying's only lifeline.
Dial, busy tone; dial again, busy tone.
He repeated it mechanically until the cold, hard air of the parking lot enveloped him.
No more waiting.
Chi Ying hurriedly left the parking lot, hailed a taxi on the roadside, and gave the address that made his sun pound.
"Hurry up, Master."
Chi Ying's voice was as tense as a fully drawn bowstring.
He stared at the moving light on the screen of his mobile phone, which was the remote positioning system of Maybach.
"I'm in a hurry."
Chi Ying pressed the tip of his tongue against his back teeth, quenching each word with the ice.
"Go, catch, the rapist."
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