Chapter 3
Xia Lanzheng was horrified and bent down to hook the cloth out of the sheep's mouth.
The lamb named Baobao loosened his mouth, and he accidentally pressed Chu Linchuan's thigh with his right hand.
The muscles under his palm were extremely strong. When Xia Lanzheng exerted force, Chu Linchuan's brows lowered a little.
His tone was so cold it could freeze ice: "Release, didn't you feed it last night?"
It would be strange if Xia Lanzheng fed him.
He knew that the original owner had a pet, but he didn't expect it to be a sheep.
Without a system and with memory loss, Xia Lanzheng was angry and complained softly.
"I drank too much yesterday, why didn't you remind me?"
The sense of self-righteousness hasn't changed.
Chu Linchuan asked casually: "Does it have anything to do with me?"
The sheep couldn't understand the expression on his face. It raised its neck and bleated loudly, circling around Chu Linchuan.
Yang Yuxiao came out of the room, went back inside and opened the door again: "Are you two so close so early in the morning?"
Xia Lanzheng was squatting at Chu Linchuan's feet, clamping Bao Bao's neck.
Hearing the sound, the man and the sheep looked up, seeing two pairs of round eyes.
Chu Linchuan grabbed Xia Lanzheng by the back of his collar and threw him away.
"Mom, I put the bag you asked me to buy in the living room."
"Did you really buy it for me? I thought you were on a business trip and couldn't spare the time," Yang Yuxiao said with a smile. Seeing Chu Linchuan turned and left, she said, "Linchuan, aren't you going to have breakfast?"
Chu Linchuan wiped his hands on his clothes and said, "You guys eat, I'm going to take a shower."
Yang Yuxiao turned around and asked Xia Lanzheng, "Where's Zhengzheng?"
The first meeting with the original owner's parents was so awkward.
Xia Lanzheng was still in her pajamas. Her naturally curly hair was difficult to manage, and her long hair was even more troublesome. It was a messy mess right after she woke up, and all of it was curled up on her forehead.
"I'll eat. I'll come after I wash up."
In his previous life, he grew up in an orphanage and never lived with his family.
His heart disease caused him to go back and forth to the hospital frequently, and the rest of his time was busy making money to survive. He had little social interaction and few friends.
In short, he is not very good at socializing, and it feels awkward and embarrassing to have a few more relatives appear out of nowhere.
He went downstairs to eat, and Bao Bao followed behind him, lying quietly at the table.
It's hard not to suspect that it was intentional.
Just like a puppy, it can recognize the person it hates the most in a crowd at a glance, and then bite that person tightly.
Chu Lang was sitting in the main seat in formal attire. When he saw Xia Lanzheng coming down the stairs, he just nodded slightly.
Financial news was playing in the living room. I didn't know where the sound came from, but it echoed in all directions.
No one spoke at the table, as if they were used to it.
Xia Lanzheng ate this breakfast in fear. If Chu Lang pointed it out to him, he could only talk nonsense and couldn't say anything.
When Chu Lang left for the company, Chu Linchuan finally finished his shower and came out. He didn't eat breakfast and followed him.
Seeing that he didn't mention what happened last night, Xia Lanzheng felt relieved.
As she slowly drank her porridge, she suddenly heard Yang Yuxiao ask, "Zheng Zheng, why don't you wear your lip piercing anymore?"
Xia Lanzheng tried her best to make her tone sound natural.
"Well, if you're not used to it, just pick it off."
Yang Yuxiao didn't ask any more questions. She put a piece of bread on his plate and handed him a piece of cheese. "By the way, Zhengzheng, I remember you said you had work today. Are you in time?"
Xia Lanzheng became as dry as the piece of bread.
The original owner was a little clever, but not much. He knew that being an adopted son did not give him an advantage in terms of inheritance rights, so he felt at ease being a second-generation rich kid.
But just last month, the second-generation rich kid suddenly "woke up".
I don’t know which bad friend instigated him, but he suddenly had an idea and said he wanted to enter the entertainment industry.
He refused his family's help, signed with an entertainment company, and boasted that he would make his own career like his two brothers.
The original owner's memories are fragmented. The first half is about dancing and getting into trouble. The second half is like a male-themed counterattack script, suddenly becoming inspiring.
Xia Lanzheng just didn’t understand why some people’s middle school period lasted so long?
He tried to analyze the original owner's psychology.
Maybe the second-generation rich kid was just a disguise, and in fact the original owner had always lived under the shadow of his brother and had already had his own plans?
Anyway, that's how it's written in melodramatic novels.
Xia Lanzheng felt choked.
A fool who has had too many good days.
After drinking half a glass of water in one breath, the dry Xia Lanzheng absorbed enough water and prepared to go out.
"It's still in time, the timing is just right, Mom... I'm leaving now."
"Leaving now? Do you want a driver to take you there?"
"Ah?" Xia Lanzheng was flattered. "Don't bother, I can do it myself."
The spoon in Yang Yuxiao's hand fell into the bowl and he turned around in surprise.
Today, Xia Lanzheng wasn't wearing any of those clothes that she couldn't understand and that jingled when she walked. She spoke politely and even improved a lot on her picky eating habits.
After thinking for a moment, she walked to the window and looked out.
Xia Lanzheng hesitated for a moment in front of the garage, patted this bike and touched that bike, sighed in front of her favorite supercar, and finally rode away on her bike.
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The entertainment company that Xia Lanzheng signed with is called Xingpai, which covers a wide range of fields, including music, film and television, event planning, etc.
He called his agent Yu Jiawei: "Brother Yu, I'm at the company. Where are you?"
The other end of the line was clamoring. Yu Jiawei was too busy trying to appease the recently popular celebrity to bother with him. "Oh, you're here so early? Fine, take the elevator directly to the studio on the 16th floor. Message me when you get there."
Xia Lanzheng was very familiar with this tone; it was the same tone that the company's veterans used to order the newcomers around.
He took a few deep breaths.
As I said, since we are here.
There were six or seven people standing in the elevator. The one who was blocked inside was wearing a hat and a mask and was dressed in black.
When Xia Lanzheng walked in, she immediately smelled a fresh lemon scent.
It's the smell of the man in black.
Just as he caught a glimpse of the eyes beneath the brim of the hat, the staff blocked his view. Which celebrity could this be? Xia Lanzheng stopped looking and moved towards the door.
When we reached the 16th floor, everyone in the elevator got off.
Xia Lanzheng searched each house one by one according to the house numbers sent by Yu Jiawei.
He walked slower, and the people who had been in the elevator passed by him.
Xia Lanzheng smelled the scent again, and it paused for a few seconds behind her. Someone snorted.
The darkness passed right by him, and he only had time to see the corner of his black denim jacket.
The door in front of them suddenly opened, and a tall, thin man with a cell phone to his ear was stunned when he saw Xia Lanzheng: "Xiao Xia?"
Xia Lanzheng recognized the voice and nodded with a smile: "Yes, Brother Yu, it's me."
Yu Jiawei's expression became complicated. He went to the other end of the corridor to answer the phone and gestured to Xia Lanzheng to wait.
Xia Lanzheng stood at the door waiting. When someone was carrying heavy equipment in and out, he helped out.
My eyes naturally fell into the house. The fill light hit the green screen in front, and a man with heavy makeup was taking pictures.
There were six or seven people surrounding him, some wiping sweat, some handing out water, some carrying bags. They were all his assistants.
"Hey, Xiaoxia," Yu Jiawei answered the phone and pulled Xia Lanzheng out from the doorway. "I have something I want to discuss with you. Shall we go to the tea room?"
"What's going on, Brother Yu?" Xia Lanzheng stood there motionless. "Is there a problem with my work connection?"
Yu Jiawei paused and said, "That's not the case. Let's go, let's not talk about this here."
Xia Lanzheng still didn't move: "We agreed to meet at ten o'clock, and it's already nine fifty. Will we be too late?"
The talent scouts inexplicably passed the person to Yu Jiawei, who specifically inquired about how old Xia Lanzheng was and whether there was anyone behind her.
The other party replied to him, this year is 21, there is no one, a blank slate.
Xingpai is not a small company with no qualifications. Many people try their best to get in. Xia Lanzheng's model card is poorly taken and her performance is mediocre.
So Yu Jiawei was half-believing and half-doubting, and he had doubts about Xia Lanzheng even before he met her in person.
At this time, Yu Jiawei finally figured something out. Could it be that he was pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger?
He looked carefully at Xia Lanzheng's expression.
The amber eyes blinked twice, and he could only taste the sincerity on her face. She didn't look like she had any background.
Did the company keep him because of this face?
The two of them had different thoughts and entered the room at the corner of the corridor.
The air conditioner in the tea room was turned on high, and the smell of air freshener was mixed in, making Xia Lanzheng feel cold all over.
He untied his hair tie and used it to cover his exposed neck to keep warm. With a little care, he turned on the recording on his phone.
If the other party breached the contract, he might not be able to continue working. He really wanted to cut off his future and retreat to live a life of idleness and death.
"Today's filming is fine," Yu Jiawei said, standing by the door and talking to Xia Lanzheng without even sitting down. "But the time will be postponed. Do you understand?"
As soon as these words were spoken, Xia Lanzheng's eyelids drooped visibly.
Yu Jiawei was a little surprised, thinking that Xia Lanzheng was unhappy because his work was delayed, and thought that he was actually more dedicated than he had imagined.
"That studio is filming right now. You know Ning Xiyuan who has been very popular recently, right? They are from the same brand and the same team. He came to the company's studio specifically to film him. It's not like we can say anything."
"Anyway, you only need to shoot one set of clothes... Oh, right, you said you had no experience in filming, right? That's perfect. You can get ready here."
The same thing was repeated many times, but Xia Lanzheng finally understood it.
One word, wait.
When Yu Jiawei went out, he closed the door considerately, and no news came after that.
Actually, he didn't need to be so subtle.
It's hard to survive in this industry without support, so Xia Lanzheng thought the original owner was too naive.
Around one in the afternoon, employees began arriving for lunch in the tea room. Xia Lanzheng savored the aroma of braised pork while she ate a few dim sum items on the table.
He casually pulled out a magazine. The man on the cover had silver hair, a perfect muscular body, and wore a simple pair of dark jeans.
His hands casually rested on his abdomen, and you could vaguely see water droplets rolling down his abdominal muscles. His healthy wheat-colored skin and white hair made him look like a foreign prince from a comic book.
This kind of photo with too much skin exposure can easily look greasy if you're not careful. But this person has none of that, and even exudes a fresh air.
Seeing that white hair, Xia Lanzheng was almost numb. He turned the page and saw two large characters.
Cheng Lan.
Further down it says: Artist under Xingpai, 23 years old, model, actor, youngest winner of Best Actor.
A cold wind blew from above her head, and goose bumps appeared on Xia Lanzheng's arms.
He closed the book, stood up and walked around twice.
As a supporting actor, the original owner had no personal storyline. Xia Lanzheng couldn't recall key information, just like he didn't recognize Chu Linchuan. He didn't realize the original owner and Cheng Lan were artists from the same company.
Ding Dong, the phone rang at an inopportune time.
"AAAA: Where?"
Xia Lanzheng's mind was in a mess. She held the phone without replying, but the person on the other end couldn't wait even a moment.
In the quiet room, the ding-dong sound continued.
"AAAA: I know you're in the company, why aren't you in the studio?"
"AAAA: Did he just run away from the battlefield?"
"AAAA: Coward."
"AAAA: Why aren't you talking? Where are you?"
Xia Lanzheng didn't remember who this person was. There were no past messages in the chat box, and the notes were even more confusing.
"X:?"
Just after sending it, the door opened from the outside.
With silver hair and wheat-colored skin, he has all the elements of a top protagonist.
Xia Lanzheng accepted her fate, closed her eyes, and suspected that she was forced to be bound by the bad luck system.
Cheng Lan scratched his hair, gritted his teeth while holding the phone, and said, "Xia Lanzheng, try pretending you don't know me again?"
Xia Lanzheng was startled by the stare, and inexplicably felt that Cheng Lan looked familiar.
He stood by the table without saying a word. Cheng Lan approached with a frown, bringing up a gust of wind.
The smell at the tip of my nose suddenly changed.
It tastes like lemon.
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