Ziyi originally wanted to drag Shen Zhiming, the only drunkard present, back to her home, but she didn't know why her proposal seemed to have angered everyone. There were only four people in total, and the other two voted against it.
Posture:?
"I always took her home when she was drunk before. Do I have experience?"
"She drank a lot of depth charges tonight, and Xiaozi might not be able to handle it." Fang Jinyao subconsciously made a move to adjust her glasses, but the empty feeling told her that she was just relaxing after get off work and was wearing contact lenses.
"I also think that drunk people are more serious. Shen Zhiming is obviously unconscious." Qin Yuhuan's words seemed to be more earnest.
Ziyi thought about it and it made sense. Shen Zhiming had some awareness before, but this time she was obviously drunk. She was the only one who slept the most soundly in the room, with rosy cheeks. Fang Jinyao's black suit jacket was about to be soaked by her saliva.
Ziyi didn't want to help Shen Zhiming clean up this tail. God knew that she would drool when she slept after drinking too much. She had never seen her like this before.
"How about...you all come to my house? My house is big." Ziyi tentatively made a suggestion.
Fang Jinyao was not polite and said, "Sorry to bother you."
Posture:?
Qin Yuhuan seemed to still know how to be reserved. He frowned and thought for a few minutes, "Is it convenient for me to go...? Or should I let her go with you?"
"Can you call me Sister Fang?" Fang Jinyao saw that Qin Yuhuan hadn't found a suitable name to call her the whole night, and she would pause every time. "The artists I managed before all called me that."
Sometimes in the entertainment industry, people don’t judge by age. When you meet someone more powerful, you either call them brother or sister, or if you’re more polite, you can call them senior.
Fang Jinyao is not an artist, so it is inappropriate for Qin Yuhuan to call her senior.
Ziyi pulled Qin Yuhuan aside and whispered in her ear, "Do you think Sister Fang is a bit unsophisticated and can't call her that?"
Qin Yuhuan nodded with difficulty, "It has to be you. You can get my weirdness. It's okay to call me that, but I just have some thoughts, and I always feel disrespectful."
"Can I hear you?" Fang Jinyao poked her head between the two of them, expressionless. "Next time if we want to whisper, please move further away."
Especially these two people have a tacit understanding, and when they have a tacit understanding, it gives people a feeling of showing off their love.
Fang Jinyao didn't want to eat this dog food at her age. Qin Yuhuan was the artist she was about to lead. She knew Qin Yuhuan's thoughts. Now looking at Ziyi's heartless and stubborn appearance...
I feel sorry for my own artists, but I am also angry that Qin Yuhuan only picks on the hard ones.
Nothing feels right.
"Call me by my name, or call me sister, but don't you have to keep calling her Xiao Qin sister?" The agent started to sound sarcastic again, trying to get back at the issue.
However, Qin Yuhuan was born as an Yin-Yang master and had never lost in this field since childhood. "It seems that Sister Jinyao knows a lot? It's really hard to measure the depth of the sea."
Fang Jinyao: ...
Ziyi felt like she had reached another part of the conversation she couldn't understand. "Did you two come up with some kind of one-on-one communication code? Something like... something only you two can understand, and no one else can?"
Anyway, she didn't understand a word.
"No, it's only the first day that Sister Jinyao and I met. How could we figure out the communication code so quickly?"
Qin Yuhuan raised her hand, tucked her hair behind her ear, and smiled at Ziyi in an extremely obedient manner, "But you reminded me that you may be even less familiar with Sister Jinyao, so I'll go too."
Ziyi herself is a bit of a social butterfly. She has held many small gatherings at her house to entertain guests. Sometimes, the people who stay there are not always people she knows, but maybe friends invited by friends. So there is no problem of everyone feeling awkward about Fang Jinyao staying at her house.
But one more Qin Yuhuan wouldn’t make much difference.
"Then I'll drive home and call my aunt to have her clean up a few guest rooms."
This time Fang Jinyao and Qin Yuhuan began to be quiet again.
It was a bit abrupt to show up suddenly, and if there were other requests, it meant that he was really making his intentions known without hiding anything.
Ziyi was completely confused and drove a car full of people home.
The house she lives in was a gift from her parents. It has a wide view and is a top-floor villa with three floors that are all furnished. There is not much else, but there are many rooms. There is a live-in aunt at home to take care of her life.
When Ziyi returned home, her aunt had already cleaned the room.
Shen Zhiming was carried back by Fang Jinyao and Ziyi.
Ziyi was very direct. She threw Shen Zhiming on the bed and covered him with a blanket. When she went out, she ran into Fang Jinyao who came with the makeup remover.
Posture:?
His guard, which had just subsided, rose again, and he stood at the door, "Manager Fang, let me do it. It won't bother you."
Fang Jinyao also knew that she was being abrupt, so she handed the things in her hand to Ziyi. Ziyi drove her out, yawned, and took off Shen Zhiming's makeup. When Shen Zhiming was unconscious, she pinched her face and said, "If you dare to drink so much next time, I will never be friends with you again."
"I don't understand you." Qin Yuhuan sat obediently on the sofa. Although she was curious about Ziyi's residence, she refused to go anywhere without Ziyi's consent. Seeing Fang Jinyao coming back frustrated, she couldn't help but mutter, "You said not long ago that you didn't have any flowers?"
"Flowers can appear. Just because I said there's no one doesn't mean she doesn't exist." Fang Jinyao said calmly, "I've been following her for a long time, but the person and account don't match. It's a coincidence."
After getting to know Ziyi, Qin Yuhuan also followed Shen Zhiming, but... she didn't get Fang Jinyao's point at all.
Qin Yuhuan was speechless. "In the novels I've read, people who are eight years older than you always get obsessed with their age and despise themselves for being old. But you..." How come you accepted it so smoothly?
"I'm only 35, a young man like you, thank you." Fang Jinyao was quite confident. "Besides, an 80-year-old man can marry a 20-year-old beauty. Compared with an 80-year-old, how can I have some advantages?"
Qin Yuhuan: "He has one foot in the coffin, which makes people feel like they have already got half of the inheritance."
Fang Jinyao: ...
"Qin Yuhuan?" Ziyi hadn't known when she came out when she heard Qin Yuhuan mention the "half-foot-in-the-coffin theory." "That's unreliable. Don't even think about it. People get smarter as they get older. They'll sign agreements and make wills. At eighty, their grandchildren and great-grandchildren are waiting to share their inheritance."
"Okay." Qin Yuhuan forced a smile, "I'll listen to Xiaozi and find someone younger than me."
Posture:?
Did she express that?
"You should be working on your career, why do you look like you're falling in love?! Get out of here now!!"
Ziyi said this and was about to shake Qin Yuhuan.
Fang Jinyao, feeling baffled and overwhelmed by the feeling of being fed dog food, said: ...
"No, don't worry, I still have to make money for Xiaozi first." Qin Yuhuan "pulled himself back from the brink" and woke up in time.
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