Chapter 1:

"Mr. Ye, are you looking for me?"
The teenager wearing a hooded sweater and light-colored jeans stood neatly at the mahogany desk. He was a little nervous, as if facing a student talking to the class teacher, his slender, white fingers squeezed the edge of the sweater. The light pink nails are reddened by excessive force.
Ye Hansheng didn't say a word, and looked at the boy repeatedly with aggressive eyes. The conversation I heard in the morning sounded faintly in my ears.
"I heard that another who wanted to climb the bed was interrupted by Mr. Ye..."
Some people were astonished and gloated, "Some people like Mr. Ye dare to climb the bed? I heard that since he broke his leg in a car accident, his temper has been particularly violent. If he is unhappy, he will use the company's artist to vent his anger. The previous one was quite red. Wasn't anyone hidden by the snow because he accidentally hit him?"
The laughing teenagers giggled for a while, and the white-and-clean teenager standing on the side frowned and retorted angrily, "Mr. Ye is not such a person."
"he's good."
The teenagers booed for a while, and then they laughed and laughed, "Wenrun, don't you want to climb Ye President's bed?"
"Tsk tsk, don’t see if you’re still alive after climbing up."
"Yes, I advise you that life matters..."
What Ye Han said later, he didn't listen to it anymore, only remembering the boy's face flushed and very angry.
Ye Hansheng sneered secretly, he? Is a good person?
Not to mention those young people who don't know anything, even he himself didn't know that he was a good person. He decided to let this young man who didn't know the sky and earth know what a bad person was.
"what is it call?"
Ye Hansheng tapped his fingers rhythmically on the mahogany table.
"Wenrun." The young man moved his body slightly nervously, lowered his head when he replied, did not even dare to look up at him.
Ye Han laughed, as expected, he was still a little lamb who had never seen the sinister heart. He stopped knocking on the table and beckoned, "Come to me."
Wenrun turned the mahogany table blankly and suspiciously, and stood in front of him obediently, with a pair of black eyes that were the same as his name, misty, gentle and well-behaved.
Ye Hansheng was suddenly aroused. He turned the wheelchair and approached him, with his palm attached to his side waist. He deliberately made a low voice and asked ambiguously, "Do you know what I asked you to do?"
The young body under her palm trembled slightly, but did not escape. Wenrun carefully raised her head and glanced at him, then lowered her head with red ears, shook her head, and then nodded again.
I didn't understand at first, but now...seems to understand.
Ye Han sounded the corners of his mouth, but there was no smile in his eyes. The aroused interest became distracted by the boy's obedience, but he had not forgotten his purpose today.
Picking up his sweater with his fingers, he went in, feeling the young and firm skin. Ye Han chuckled, pulling the person on his lap and pressing between him and the desk, "What do you want?"
Wenrun was trembling with his waist, but he still raised his body vainly, not daring to press too much on his legs. Ye Hansheng had a car accident five years ago and has since disabled his legs.
Ye Hansheng's words made him raise his head, and he didn't have the energy to pay attention to the rough palms on his back for the time being. He didn't understand a bit, and his gentle eyes were full of doubts, "What?"
"Variety show, TV series, or movie?"
Ye Hansheng pulled out his hand, clamped his chin, rubbed his thumb on his pale lips.
The warm ears were redder, the eyes were foggy, but the eyes were very clean. The dull brain finally turned around, shook his head gently, and said lowly: "No."
Ye Hansheng's smile faded, and he almost pressed his earlobe and said, "Isn't that for nothing?"
The warm breath rushed on the sensitive ears, the warm blush was dripping blood, and his head could not be pierced into his collar to hide.
He did not say anything, this attitude was almost tacitly acquiesced.
"Ye Hansheng never takes advantage of others in vain." With a sneer, Ye Hansheng raised his head firmly, his sullen eyes seemed to look into his heart through his eyes, "You choose one."
Wen Run still shook his head, looking at him with a pair of clean eyes. There was neither greed nor desire in him. It was pure, like a little lamb who knew nothing about things, and didn't know what kind of devil he was facing.
Ye Hansheng felt that he was sick. Thinking about something with a child, he released his hand and lifted the person from his lap. Wen Run noticed his intentions and stood up in a hurry, lowering his eyebrows, obediently and obediently.
Pinching his eyebrows, Ye Han said annoyedly: "You go out."
Wen Run blinked her eyes, puzzled, "Are you...?" The omission of the words in the middle was too shameful, and he said something like a mosquito.
Ye Hansheng almost laughed angrily by him, waved his hand to let him out.
Wenrun turned around one step at a time and went out. This was the first time he looked at Ye Hansheng so close, his eyes fell on his lap, a little distressed.
Ye Hansheng didn't remember him anymore. But this is also normal. He is only one of the inconspicuous people who sponsor so many poor students every year, and it is no accident that he is forgotten. He tried his best to get out of the remote mountain village and signed to Star Controls Media. It's just to take a look at his benefactor and see if he's doing well.
Wen Run was born in a remote mountain village, and there are three siblings in the family, plus his grandmother's family of eight people rely on that little land to feed them. It's really poor. Wen Runxing was the third. Among the four brothers and sisters, he had good grades in junior high. Wen's father gritted his teeth and offered him to high school. He was also up for the test. He was the first in grade in the exams, but his mother fell ill in the second year of high school. The family economy collapsed completely. Just when Wenrun gritted his teeth and was about to leave school, Ye Hansheng appeared.
In the second year of high school, Ye Hansheng was only twenty-four, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, long stature, smiling at the corners of his mouth, and a low and gentle voice like the spring breeze blowing over a willow in February. He was surrounded with enthusiasm by a group of school leaders, and handed the scholarship he funded to Wen Run in the flashing spotlight.
At that time, Wenrun was a representative of outstanding students and also a representative of poor students.
The scholarship funded by Ye Hansheng allowed him to survive the high school, pass the entrance exam to Q, and become the only golden phoenix flying out of the chicken coop in a remote mountain village.
It is a pity that such a good person had a car accident in the following year. Wen Run was in his third year of high school and only glanced at the news on the school TV when he heard that the heir of the Yip Group had a car accident. The person was carried on a stretcher, and the news passed.
Later, he borrowed a classmate's mobile phone and searched, only to realize that it was not only Ye Hansheng, but also Ye Hansheng's mother and sister. But no more detailed information is available, there is no online.
Later, Wenrun College Entrance Examination was the city's champion. The school county and the city gave bonuses. He hesitated again and again, filling out a volunteer and choosing the Q student who was in the same city as Ye Hansheng.
The four years of university actually did not have any intersection. After the car accident, Ye Hansheng never participated in any charity activities, nor did he show his face in the news. Wen Run only knew that he was the president of Star Controls.
Coincidentally, after graduating from university, he went to look for a job, and stopped for a while when passing by the Star Controls office building. He was taken by the current agent Song Li and asked if he had any intention to sign a contract.
Wen Run might not have a clear mind at the time, so she agreed with a ghost.
This contract is five years.
He was not from a major and didn't understand a lot of things. After signing the contract, the official Song arranged a lot of training courses for him. His daily task was to follow the teacher in class, except for eating and sleeping. After working overtime for three months, the official Song put him in the crew, male N number. Wen Run himself is quite satisfied. He has always been a serious and down-to-earth person.
After running a few times with two or three crews, he slowly found a little acting fun. He is an introverted person, but his acting pays attention to emotional retraction, and he interprets the lives of others between retraction and release. This feeling is very novel and fascinating. Even if he didn't want to see Ye Hansheng, he still wanted to cherish this job.
He never expected to have the opportunity to see Ye Hansheng.
Compared with the past, Ye Han's voice has changed a lot, but Wen Run always remembered the smiling sentence "Come on, don't give up" when he handed the envelope containing the scholarship to him.
Because he insisted on that sentence, no matter what the company's people said in private that Ye Hansheng was moody and irritable, he was still willing to believe that Ye Hansheng or that Ye Hansheng, the nature of humans would not change with the years.
With a light sigh, Wenrun rubbed her flushed face vigorously, condensed her lost thoughts, straightened her back and returned to the dormitory.
The dormitory was also arranged by the company, with three rooms and one living room. In addition to him, there were two other roommates, both of whom were new people brought by Song Li.
As soon as they entered the dormitory, they were pulled by their roommate Lu Zhan, "Hey, I heard that you were called to the office by Mr. Ye? It's okay?" He said, winking and eyeing Wenrun up and down, as if he wanted to see something different. .
When I mentioned this warm ear, it was a little hot, and my confidence was not so full. "No...what..."
Lu Zhan didn't believe it, "Then what did he suddenly find you for?"
"..." Wen Run frowned and pursed his lips for reasons. When he thought that his ears were getting hotter, he was not good at lying. When he was silent for a long time, Lu Zhan could see something. He stared and kept asking, but Shen Muxun stopped him with a sentence, "Lu Zhan, why do you talk so much today?"
Shen Muxun is the largest in the dormitory, and the one who has been in the Star Territory the longest. He has a serious personality, but he takes good care of his two roommates, so Lu Zhan has always been a little stunned by him, and secretly told Wenrun that he thought of high school when he saw him The dean of education has a shadow.
Lu Zhan's eyes turned around and didn't ask the roots anymore. Instead, the two brothers put on Wen Run's shoulders and said, "Brother Song explained that there will be a meal for you to prepare. It seems that there is a role suitable for you. Tomorrow, I will take a meal to produce with the director. See you, if you are satisfied, you will have work to do."
Wen Run still had no splashes during his debut for more than a year. The roles Song arranged for him made him some fans, but it only stopped there. It was an out-and-out little transparent. Official Song had previously thought that he was high-faced and temperamental, and he had the thought of supporting him, but when he came to him, he had such a small amount of resources in his hand to make a gentle face, but it was too difficult for him to be red. Secondly, it may be that Wenrun really didn't have this life. The official Song was frying and fancy frying, but he couldn't splash it.
After a long time, the official Song was tired, and gradually he meant to abandon him. Although he is good-looking, the handsome men and beauties in the entertainment industry are like the crucian carp in the river, it is really nothing to say. Wenrun, who was vaguely abandoned, has been idle for more than two months.
Lu Zhan knew that the conditions at his home were not good. He heard that official Song was finally about to arrange a job for him. He was as happy as he had a job, and dragged him to pick the clothes for tomorrow's dinner.
The author has something to say: Little Theater, Mr. Ye: Let's just say it, I want to dive into you.
Wen Run (head down and shy):...Okay, okay.
President Ye:?