The Idol And The Disabled President Made An Official Announcement

The recording of "Farming" was over. It was already ten o'clock in the evening when Wen Run returned to City B. Zheng Xuan came to pick him up in advance. Seeing that he was wearing regular clothes without makeup or styling, he was carefree and didn't even wear a mask, so he quickly let him Put on your hat and say, "This is different now. You should also pay attention. Now there are fans waiting outside the terminal to pick up the plane."

Wen Run just came back from the small mountain village where the show was recorded. She was wrapped in a thick long down jacket. She didn't have any hairstyle. His hair was soft and casual on his forehead. Fortunately, he rested on the plane, and his face didn't look sallow and haggard. , Although there is no makeup, but the person is still handsome.

"Pick up? Will you pick me up?" Who knew Wen Run's eyes widened when he heard it, and she stretched her head to look outside, "Are you still outside?"

You should know that when he was not popular before, he had never received this treatment. Sometimes when he saw other people's fans come to visit the cast, he was actually a little envious. Unexpectedly, he now has fans picking up the plane.

Zheng Xuan was dumbfounded by him, "Well, you are all waiting outside. You can't be so casual in the future. There will be more and more fans and more and more people who follow you. You have to be careful yourself. Any bad photo taken by someone is not good for you."

Wen Run has only just started to catch fire, and Zheng Xuan is worried that he is still not used to this change. When you’re not hot, you go out on the street like ordinary passersby and nobody cares about you, but you must always pay attention to your image when it’s hot. Sometimes it’s just a picture of a poor sleep and a haggard face, which can make the media compose how many fakes The news comes.

"Well, I know." Wenrun nodded, and her bright black eyes couldn't help but look out, "Are we going to go there?"

"They are waiting outside the terminal building." Zheng Xuan raised his eyebrows, "Let's go directly through the VIP channel."

"Huh?" Wen Run was a little disappointed at once, and looked at the sky outside. There was heating in the airport, so it was naturally not cold at all. But it was late at night, and the cold wind was screaming outside the terminal. Thinking that there were a group of fans waiting to see him, he couldn't bear it, "They waited so long, don't you need to show up? ?"

Zheng Xuan is actually not going to let Wenrun show up today. After all, this is not an official itinerary, and there is no plan for fans to pick up the plane. There is no preparation at all. He is worried that accidents will happen if the scene is too chaotic.

But looking at Wen Run looking like he really wanted to see it, and thinking that he had seen it before, those fans were very qualified. They didn't have a brain to block all of them in the hall, but stood guard against the cold wind. Outside the terminal.

"Then go show up." Zheng Xuan said: "Can't stay for too long, let's go quickly if we show up."

Wen Run got his wish and went to see his fans. As soon as he came out of the ordinary passage, two girls screamed lowly and rushed out excitedly, muttering "Come out" in their mouths. It should be sent by the fan group to defend and play forward.

After the two girls got down, a sea of ​​lights lit up outside the terminal building. The fans who had been waiting for a long time looked at the exit with excitement and called Wenrun's name in unison.

This is the first time that Wen Run faced such a scene. These girls should have been waiting outside for a long time. The fingers holding the light signs were all blue with cold. They shouted Wen Run's name, and the colorful lights reflected their excited expressions. , As if rushing over in the next moment.

Wen Run stopped, smiled, and waved to greet them.

Excited screams almost overturned the terminal building. Fortunately, although the fans were excited, they still restrained from being crowded forward. Instead, they took the initiative to divide a passage for Wen Run to pass, and they tried to look at Wen Run and put the lights hard. The sign was raised and swayed, hoping Wen Run could see it.

"It's too cold outside, everyone go back soon."

He was guarded by Zheng Xuanhe's assistant, his hat was taken off, and his unstyling hair was placed on his forehead. The hair was slightly longer, covering part of his cheeks, making his entire face smaller. This is a soft person who looks soft, even his voice has a soft tone. His voice is not loud, but the fans close to the front row heard it, and I don’t know who suddenly called. With a cry, "Baby mom loves you! You also go home early!"

Wen Run stayed for a while, then laughed again. Finally, he waved to the fans and was surrounded by him and got into the car. The fans outside were still reluctant to walk, looking forward in the direction where he left.

"You go buy some hot drinks to share with them to warm their hands, and then ask them to go back early and pay attention to safety on the road." Wen Run hesitated for a moment, or said to the assistant.

It was late, and it was cold outside, and it was not easy for a group of girls to come and pick up the plane.

The assistant got out of the car and contacted the big fan to distribute hot drinks to the fans. Zheng Xuan drove him back here. He was still looking outside with bright eyes in the rearview mirror, very happy.

"You will see a lot in the future, you don't think there is anything." Zheng Xuan said.

Wen Run shook her head, and said seriously: "It has nothing to do with how many people I see, but when I think of so many people supporting me, I feel happy and don't want to disappoint them."

Zheng Xuan looked at his bright eyes, smiled lightly, and started the car to leave.

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Sending Wen Run to the community, Zheng Xuan keenly discovered the paparazzi hidden in the flowers when he went upstairs. He turned his head to look, but the other party ran away quickly.

Zheng Xuan frowned, "It's time for you to change places. The security here is too poor."

This is the residence arranged by the company for newcomers, usually three to four people live in a suite. The grade of the community is not high, so security can't be expected. Before there was a fire, Wen Run didn't want to move, and Zheng Xuan left him alone. But in the future, it is estimated that there will be more paparazzi and illegitimate meals. It won't work if you don't move.

Wen Run was also aware of this problem. He frowned slightly, "I'm going to move, but I have to wait," he said a little embarrassed: "I haven't saved enough money to buy a house."

Although I earn more and more money now, I still have some difficulties to buy a better house in the central area immediately.

"You don't have to worry about the house," Zheng Xuan didn't expect that he would worry about buying a house, and said with a smile: "The company will arrange it for you."

Wen Run felt relieved when he said this, and nodded, "Then I will follow the company's arrangements."

After Ye Hansheng returned from "inspection", his mood was not so good. He usually has a cold face that is scary enough, but now it's covered with clouds for two days, and the icy eyes are swept away, and the secretary reporting to work has to shiver.

The president's office is privately guessing whether someone is not long-eyed to crawl on Mr. Ye's bed, otherwise, why is it so angry? For two or three days, there was no good face at all, and the entire president's office followed with trembling.

Zheng Xuan didn't know this. He just told Wen Run about the move the night before, and knocked on the door of Ye Hansheng's office the next day.

Ye Hansheng's face was pitch black and looked at him very impatiently, "What's the matter?"

Zheng Xuan raised his eyebrows, and finally found that his friend seemed to be in a bad mood, but he always liked to stroke the tiger's beard, so he sat down and squinted with his legs folded and said, "Good deed, don't you listen?"

Ye Hansheng stared at him with a dark complexion, and was silent for a long time. Finally, he said word by word: "You said it."

Zheng Xuan felt that he had finally pinched his seven inches, and said triumphantly: "Wen Run can't live in that place now. He doesn't plan to buy a house for the time being. He has to let the company re-arrange a place to live."

There are some things that don’t need to be said too clearly.

The cloud on Ye Hansheng's face receded, his fingers tapped on the table, and he thought for a moment: "There happens to be a house in Songhai Hao Ting, and the environmental security there is good. When is he going to move?"

Zheng Xuan said, "I have to go back and ask."

Ye Hansheng nodded slightly, his cold face softened a little, "Then you go ask."

Although it is said to move, it is not so fast to move. Just where you live now, Wenrun has a lot to clean up. Moreover, I have lived with Lu Zhan and Shen Muxun for so long, and now I am moving away, Wenrun is somewhat reluctant to bear it.

He said hello to the two of them in advance. The three of them did not go out that day. Lu Zhan ordered a barbecue beer, and the three of them sat on the ground chatting around the coffee table.

Lu Zhan was a little kid-tempered in private. He was a little reluctant to hear that Wen Run was going to move. He baffledly asked, "Where are you going to move? Can I still play with you?"

"Brother Zheng said it was Songhai Palace." Wen Run actually didn't know where it was. He just heard Zheng Xuan say that furniture is still being added there, and it may take a while to move.

"Song Hai Hao Ting?" Lu Zhan's eyes widened. With a "fuck", he asked inconceivably, "Is the company so generous?"

Wen Run was puzzled. He hadn't paid attention to the house, so he didn't quite understand, "What's wrong?"

Shen Muxun said: "Songhai Mansion is a high-end mansion, and it has already been liquidated. The location there is good, the environment and security facilities are first-class, I heard that many rich and popular artists are buying properties there." Of course, in such a place, housing prices are naturally first-class.

"It seems that Mr. Ye lives there." Lu Zhan added, "And I have never heard that the company arranges artists to live there, even the top ones, I have never heard of it."

Besides, the houses in Songhaihaoting are now priceless. The real estate has long been sold out, and you have to wait for someone to sell it. Where can be arranged casually.

Wen Run was also a little confused, "I thought it was a better neighborhood than it is now."

Lu Zhan was still mumbling about why the company was suddenly so generous, but Shen Muxun's eyes looked a little complicated when he looked at him, and he suddenly remembered Ye Han's voice, who appeared with him at the recording site.

Although Ye Hansheng did not appear to be interested in Wenrun much at the time, he felt inexplicably that all of this might be related to Ye Hansheng.

The author has something to say: Little Theatre, Mr. Ye: Put people under your nose and you won't be afraid of not finding them.