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At the charity party, many celebrities contributed some items for auction, and the auction proceeds were used for charity and donated to rural schools.

Shao Qun gave Li Hua enough face and bought a T-shirt designed by Li Hua for a high price of 200,000 yuan. Li Hua smiled like a flower on the stage and glanced at Shao Qun from time to time. Even a blind person could see it.

The two have an affair. But Wen Xiaohui knows that even if she is a first-line actress like Li Hua, even if she is nine years older than Shao Qun, and even if she openly flirts with Shao Qun, no media would dare to tell Shao Qun's lies.

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Wen Xiaohui is a little envious of Li Hua. Although he doesn't like bisexuals very much, a charming man like Shao Qun would make him want to sleep with a gay man, especially in the circle where there are more than one and less than one. Shao Qun is definitely the top of the pyramid. No.

Feng Liu is a bit wasteful.

She deliberately said in a loud voice: "Our Hua Hua is so beautiful." His tone was quite proud.

The stylists sitting next to him all had something wrong with their eyes. They tried their best not to say a word, and some simply rolled their eyes and the smiles on their faces became even brighter.

The auction lasted for more than an hour and raised a total of more than 4 million yuan. After the auction, there was a cocktail reception, which was actually the most valuable social time of the entire party.

Pulling Wen Xiaohui towards Li Hua.

Li Hua held Shao Qun's arm and was chatting with a famous director with a smile on her face. She caught sight of it from the corner of her eye, but didn't pay much attention to it.

He stood over familiarly, without any embarrassment: "Hua Hua, you are here. Hello, Director Wang. I am from Juxing Studio. I saw you last time in Hengdian. You, noble man, forget things a lot. I am sure."

I don’t remember, this is my business card.”

Wen Xiaohui nodded quickly: "Director Wang."

"Hey, hello." Director Wang took the business card and stuffed it into his pocket without even looking at it.

Then he turned to Shao Qun, with an unabashed flattery on his face: "How do you do, Mr. Shao?"

Wen Xiaohui called out to Shao Qun again.

Shao Qun nodded his chin, apparently hearing it, but he didn't look at Wen Xiaohui at all.

Wen Xiaohui thought to himself, this Mr. Shao is really the same on the outside as he is on the outside.

He took out his business card and handed it over persistently: "Mr. Shao, please come to Juxing when you have time. I have been doing the styling of Hua Hua."

Shao Qun took the business card and said "hmm" casually.

"Hey, there are friends over there. You guys can chat first while I go over first." After setting up a ladder and steps for himself, he pulled Wen Xiaohui away very naturally.

Wen Xiaohui looked back at Shao Qun. Li Hua held his hand affectionately, while his hand was in his pocket. Although Wen Xiaohui couldn't do any psychological interpretation, he felt that Shao Qun's posture revealed a coldness.

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She grabbed him and said, "What are you looking at? Haven't you seen enough?"

"Uh, just take a look."

He said mockingly: "We can only take a look. This prince---the prince has a high vision. It's not that his top-notch beauty can't catch his eye."

"Oh." Wen Xiaohui was a little unhappy. He didn't even look at his face. Shao Qun was probably blind.

As the party came to an end, people began to leave one after another, and the two of them followed the flow of people out of the hotel.

As soon as he got in the car, Wen Xiaohui received a phone call. He took it out and saw that it was from Mr. Luo. Wen Xiaohui frowned and didn't want to answer it, but his eyes had already glanced over. He obviously saw it. He was helpless.

I had no choice but to pick up the phone and say politely: "Hello, Mr. Luo, how are you?"

"adi, where are you?"

"It's in the car."

"Why did you and I sneak away so fast? Let's go have a drink."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Luo, it's too late today. I have to go home, otherwise my mother will tell me something."

"Oh, you are already working and you are still a child. How can a man be afraid of his mother?"

Wen Xiaohui smiled and said: "My mother is very fierce. I'm really a little scared. I'm sorry, Mr. Luo."

He winked at Wen Xiaohui from the side, and Wen Xiaohui pretended not to notice.

Mr. Luo was a little unhappy, but there was nothing he could do. He said a few polite words and hung up the phone.

After the call ended, Wen Xiaohui felt that his eyes were on his face, and his eyes were not very friendly, and Wen Xiaohui felt dissatisfied.

"You're not a primary school student, and you use this kind of excuse to deal with people?"

Wen Xiaohui held back his anger: "I'm not just coping, my mother is really very strict with me."

Sighing, he said in a tone that said he hated iron but could not make steel: "I really admire you."

Wen Xiaohui remained silent.

Pointing to the car's gear lever: "Look at this."

Wen Xiaohu took a look and saw nothing special about it.

"The low-end version is made of cowhide, but I changed it to deerskin and cherry wood. I added 18,000 yuan to the gear lever alone, which is exactly your current salary for a year."

Wen Xiaohui didn't know how to describe his mood at this time.

"I spent 350,000 yuan on the interior of the entire car. The things Luca shows off in the studio all day long are not as expensive as my interior. But I still admire him on this point because he understands current affairs.

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Wen Xiaohui secretly clenched his fists and cursed in his heart, "You are so pushy about current affairs."

"Luca is indeed much smarter than you, but it's a pity that his intelligence is not reflected in his talent, and his looks are average. Xiaohui, I really want to train you, but you don't think that in this circle, talent will be enough

It’s time to make a living. China is such a big country with more than one billion people. The most important thing is talent. How come some people can succeed and some can’t? You don’t think that everyone has a father who can fight for it, right?

Opportunities that many talented people dream of are right in front of them, why do you still want to push them away?"

Wen Xiaohui took a deep breath. He didn't want to pretend anymore, and said straightforwardly: "I understand what you are saying, but I can't do it."

He sneered, said nothing more, and turned his head to look out the window.

The car was very quiet, and the driver was as silent as a robot from beginning to end. Wen Xiaohui looked at the scenery passing by outside the window, thinking about what happened that day, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

He accepted Sister Xueli's appointment, dressed up carefully, and tried desperately to fit into this place that was actually incompatible with him. He met a group of people who he couldn't even flatter, and then found out that his boss wanted to sell him to please investors.

Man, this series of things made him unable to find a better adjective other than disgust.

This was different from what he imagined. No, maybe it was because he only imagined the glamorous side, but did not imagine the darkness and depression behind it. He used to despise Luca for sleeping with someone for a car, but admired his achievements. In fact,

To put it bluntly, the two of them were just selling themselves at different prices. This was completely different from the success he wanted. He would rather not get the opportunity to sleep with an old man.

Instead of sending him home, he threw him at the subway entrance.

Wen Xiaohui stepped off the subway and looked at the subway lines running in opposite directions on the left and right, one going home and the other going to Luo Yi. He decided which car came first and went there.

The rumble of the subway soon reached his ears. Wen Xiaohui closed his eyes, feeling a little bit of anticipation in his heart.

Opening his eyes, the subway stopped on his left. The moment the door opened, he strode in, took out his cell phone and sent a text message to his mother: Mom, it's too late, I went to sleep at my colleague's house.

When he arrived at Luo Yi's place, he rang the doorbell. Soon, the door opened from the inside. Luo Yi was a little surprised when he saw him: "Why are you here?"

Wen Xiaohui smiled and said: "It's too late, I'm too lazy to go home."

"Come in, it's still a bit cold at night." Luo Yi looked Wen Xiaohui up and down, "Brother Xiaohui, you are so handsome today."

"Hey, I spent an hour just doing makeup today, and I can't find any pores on my skin."

"Have you eaten? Are you hungry?"

"I'm starving to death. I drank all night. No one eats, and even I don't dare to eat."

"I'll cook you some wontons."

"Come on, come on, I'm going to change clothes first."

Wen Xiaohui returned to the bedroom and looked at himself in the mirror. Although he was wearing expensive clothes, the tiredness on his face could not even be covered by the powder. The excitement of wearing this suit had long been worn away, and he

Now I just want to put on comfortable pajamas and have a good meal.

When he went downstairs, Luo Yi had already cooked wontons and was waiting for him.

Wen Xiaohui sat down and started eating, as if he hadn't eaten in three days.

Luo Yi smiled and said: "Are you so hungry? Slow down and don't burn yourself."

Wen Xiaohui wiped his mouth and whispered: "Luo Yi, why don't you ask me how the party was today?"

"You don't look happy."

"I've met a lot of people, including celebrities, directors, and master designers and stylists."

"That's great."

"What's good? Once I get to know someone, they will definitely forget who I am."

"Take your time and sooner or later you will be remembered by everyone."

Wen Xiaohui smiled bitterly: "I did something very unethical today."

"What's wrong?"

Wen Xiaohui didn't tell Mr. Luo about it because he felt that such things should not be said to children, but he did tell about Sister Xueli.
To be continued...