Chapter 8 - Half Abstinence, Half Profligacy

　　When Ye Zheng arrived at the "Lan Ting" as scheduled, most of the guests had already arrived, and they all got up to greet him when they saw him. Fang Minghui, the owner of the game, enthusiastically introduced him to several directors and producers present. Ye Zheng glanced at the celebrities who accompanied him and knew what game the old gang of hooligans had played. He was actually a little annoyed, but he didn't show it on his face. He entered the table with a graceful demeanor. He occasionally said a few words. The rest of the time he watched and put on a wall flower without saying a word.

　　Fang Minghui was about to wake up from the last drink. He squinted a pair of drunk eyes and counted the people on the table. He waved his hand: "There are not all the people! Hey, who is coming to... who is coming, call him, why haven’t you come! I’m telling you, this is a big name, if it’s not for Zhao Dao’s face, please don’t move!"

　　　Before he swallowed his sip of wine, someone from outside the box opened the door and opened his mouth with a good, gentle and smiling voice: "Sorry, sorry, I'm late. Hello Director Zhao, Manager Li..." He ended. Suddenly he stopped: "and President Ye."

　　Ye Zheng slowly put down the wine glass, turned his head and looked at the door, the corner of his mouth evoked an arc of laughter: "Xiao Yan is here."

　　Yan Jia's face seemed to grow in flesh. The smile inside froze invisibly. He is the actor held by Xihua Entertainment and one of Ye Zheng's lovers. Yan Jia knew Ye Zheng two years earlier than Jiang Kezhou. He was stuck in the bottleneck period of his career during the year of the personnel change of Xihua Entertainment, and he was hanging up and down. The company's executives changed blood, and after Ye Zheng took over Xihua Entertainment, Yan Jia climbed onto Ye Zheng's bed. In return, Ye Zheng tilted some resources to favor him. Now that the actor Yan Jia is in hand, the limelight is healthy, and his worth has naturally risen. No wonder Fang Minghui said just now that he "is hard to find a daughter."

　　Zhao Qianli is currently preparing a new film, which is expected to hit the film festival gold award. He originally "appreciated" Yan Jia. Yan Jia heard that there was such a meal and wanted to come over and try it. The two sides were matched by Fang Minghui's two-hundred-and-five hundred matchmaking, and successfully finalized the time and place. Unexpectedly, Fang Minghui was so panicked that he didn't say anything, but Ye Zheng was also brought to the dinner. Now it has become more lively.

　　Except for Yan Jia and Ye Zheng, everyone else didn't know that they had another leg. Fang Minghui took Yan Jia carelessly and sent him to Zhao Qianli: "Director Zhao, Yan Jia is here for you. You can get it, hiccup, and have a good chat..."

　　Yan Jia was half pushed sitting down with a half-crunch, before he had time to speak, Zhao Qianli grabbed his hand and pressed it on his thigh and rubbed it twice, suggestively. He kept cursing in his heart, but it was not easy to offend Zhao Qianli, so he forced a smile, put his other hand on Zhao Qianli's chicken paws, and pushed him away without showing a trace: "I have admired Dao Zhao for a long time, but unfortunately I have never had a chance to meet. I really like your movie."

　　Zhao Qianli was overjoyed: "Okay, good boy. I have seen a little of your stills, but I didn’t expect the real person to be more beautiful than the stills. Tsk, look at this little one. With a tender face, how old are you?"

　　Yan Jia has been running for the third time, because he is well maintained, he looks like he is in his early twenties. He is the more handsome guy among male actors. There are especially many female fans, and he usually shows people with a gentle and handsome image. Zhao Qianli prefers this sip, and is satisfied with what Yan Jia thinks about. He constantly persuaded him to drink, and gradually became drunk. He even felt that this person's face was peach blossom and beautiful.

　　Yan Jia was filled with a few cups, but his mind was never above it. Ye Zheng's existence is like a time bomb, and no one knows if he will suddenly lift the table and leave. Yan Jia glanced at Ye Zheng, feeling very nervous, but found that Ye Zheng was separated from him by a table, holding a mobile phone, and did not look up here at all.

　　He breathed a sigh of relief, then faintly lost.

　　Ye Zheng was bored and returned a few emails with his mobile phone. During this period, a WeChat came in and Jiang Kezhou sent him a picture of the USB flash drive and asked if it was his.

　　The USB flash drive looked familiar, but Ye Zheng had always had no memory of these trivial things. He replied casually: "What's inside?"

　　Jiang Kezhou: "I don't know, I'm afraid there is something I shouldn't look at, so I didn't dare to open it."

　　Ye Zheng smiled and said: "It's okay, you can open it and take a look."

　　There was no reply for a long time.

　　Ye Zheng: "What is it?"

　　Could it be a few pornographic gay films?

　　"The other party is typing" is displayed at the top of the screen, but no message is sent for a long time. It took a few minutes before Jiang Kezhou asked briefly: "Yan Jia belongs to your company?" Ye Zheng was immediately alert: "Yes. What's the matter?"

　　Jiang Kezhou returned him with an ellipsis.

　　Yan Jia's Baidu Baike is displayed on the screen. The man in the photo is dressed in a light-colored suit with a pair of rimless glasses on his fingertips and smiles seductively at the camera.

　　Jiang Kezhou couldn't help sighing that Yan Jia was naturally beautiful. Just looking at this face, there is almost no difference between the profile photo and the secret photo.

　　He closed the site, revealing another photo window. The USB flash drive is handled very cleanly and there are no other traces. There are nearly a hundred photos in it, either blurry or clear, basically without looking at the camera. They are all secret shots by Yan Jia and Ye Zheng when they are together.

　　These photos are not very lethal to Jiang Kezhou, and he is not so stupid to think that Ye Zheng is a good young man. He flipped through the photos one after another, and occasionally paused to zoom in on the details, while secretly wondering whether it was for him or for Ye Zheng.

　　He has nothing to do with Ye Zheng. If this kind of photo is released, the two protagonists will be unlucky. One of them is the president of Xihua Entertainment, and the other is the pillar of Xihua Entertainment. If you think about it this way, vicious business competition is also possible.

　　It's Ye Zheng. Once the homosexual scandal spreads, Yan Jia must be the first to die.

　　But why did the USB flash drive appear at his door?

　　WeChat is still ringing over there, and Ye Zheng's impatience can be felt across the screen. Jiang Kezhou thought for a while, fearing that there would be troubles, so he didn't tell the truth. He only said that there were a few nice videos on the USB flash drive, probably work information, and he would be sent to the company tomorrow.

　　Ye Zheng stared at the words, rubbing his fingers gently on the back of the phone, always feeling that something was wrong.

　　Jiang Kezhou has always been reluctant to appear in public with him at the same time, and it is even rarer to actively ask him to go to the company to find him. He knows how to make sense, also knows how to keep a distance, and easily does not disturb his official business as a private person. In the past, he helped Ye Zheng to send things away from the company’s door. He only asked his assistant Yan Zhixing to come down and take it. He didn’t show up at Xihua Entertainment at all. Today, he suddenly changed his attitude and didn’t let Ye Zheng ask someone to pick it up at home instead of sending it over.

　　It's just a few videos of Yan Jia, is it worth his invigoration?

　　Besides, he doesn't remember that Yan Jia has any work that needs to use video materials recently.

　　"Who does Mr. Ye talk with, and he looks so absorbed in his cell phone?" A familiar producer joked next to him, "A lover?"

　　Ye Zheng put his cell phone away, smiled noncommittal, and changed the topic with a few words.

　　The banquet became more chaotic as the banquet went to the back. After the three rounds of wine, the waiter came up and removed the banquet and replaced it with a variety of wine and fruit plates. The opening of KTV added fuel to the fire. Zhao Qianli blushed with a thick neck and slid restlessly around Yan Jia's waist. Yan Jia couldn't dodge, and kept shrinking back. The two were smashing together, and Yan Jia suddenly saw a little star who had just been quietly walking towards Ye Zheng with a glass of wine.

　　The little star is a newcomer who has just debuted for two years. He was born in an idol drama, but he hasn't made any splashes. It is estimated that he wants to be mad, and sells his body instead of his face. Yan Jia knew that Ye Zheng didn't like this kind of person, but unconsciously coldly frowned.

　　Ye Zheng occupies a sofa alone, and the colored lights above his head are constantly changing from blue, red, and purple. However, Ye Zheng's upper body was hidden in the dim shadow, lazily propped on his forehead in a daze, and colored light fell on his overlapping long legs, wandering like flowing water. He seems to be standing at the junction of two worlds: half a gentleman, half a playboy; half abstinence, half profligacy.

　　The little star held the wine glass against the armrest of the sofa, exhaled softly, and whispered in his ear: "Mr. Ye, come and have a drink?"

　　Ye Zheng turned his face slightly, staring at him with clear eyes. The distance between the two is very close, as if a kiss will fall in the next second.

　　Ye Zheng raised his hand to pinch the little star’s chin, pulled him closer to him, and asked with a smile, "Are you here to invite me to drink?"

　　This posture was particularly ambiguous, and the little star blushed. But he knew the steps, that is wanting to refuse, he lowered his eyes shyly: "I don't know if President Ye would like to show his face."

　　The next second his neck was pinched by Ye Zheng, and he was squeezed out with the wine.

　　The little star fell on the coffee table, swept down a large glass of wine bottles and cups, and splashed glass slag on the floor. Everyone in the box was half awakened in an instant, and they all looked here. Fang Minghui ran over staggeringly, holding Ye Zheng and watching him back and forth several times: "Fuck...brother, what's the matter?"

　　Ye Zheng brushed away the paw without showing a trace, and pulled a piece of tissue. Slowly wiped his hands: "I'm not used to outsiders being too close to me. It's okay, children don't understand the rules."

　　"Hey, I'm in an earthquake." Fang Minghui waved at the little star on the ground, "Okay, go out. Don't see anything that you can't see, next time you don't see anyone go up."

　　Yan Jia, who has been paying attention to the movement here not far away, took a sip of wine, and the mouth of his glass covered the corners of his beautiful mouth. He put down the cup and smiled at Zhao Qianli, who was already too drunk to stand up, and said, "Director Zhao, I'll go to the bathroom."

　　The bathroom box is soundproofed, and the corridor is much quieter than the inside. Yan Jia came out after washing his hands and was passing by the staff. In the lounge, the door was unlocked, and a vague voice came from inside. A word of "Boss Ye" floated to the ear, and Yan Jia didn't step out of the way.

　　"...I don't even know my male god anymore. The big boss can only look at this kind of person. Besides, Gao Pan can't take his turn."

　　"Hey, is he married yet?"

　　"What's the use if a man is married or not? But don't tell me, Boss Ye seems to really have an object."

　　"Who is it? A man or a woman?"

　　"Fuck you. How could it be a man..."

　　"So what if it's a man... Hey, don't pinch me, are you so excited?"

　　"I used to never see Boss Ye bring people over! Have you seen it?"

　　"Nonsense, Boss Ye spoiled him like something, and he was reluctant to take him to such a place. I remember only seeing him once during the Mid-Autumn Festival last year. I stayed for a long time and left. At the time, I didn’t expect that it was Boss Ye’s boyfriend. He should not be in the entertainment industry. He seemed to be a good wife. He was quite calm, a little cold and indifferent, but he was very graceful... If he is not gay, I would want to marry him. Boss Ye has a strange temper and seems to have a cleanliness. Do you see anyone around him daring to get in the way? But the last time he was stuck together all the time, and finally he drank too much, Boss Ye took him away personally."

　　Yan Jia heard their whispers, his face turned from blue to white, and he almost broke his teeth.

　　He endured it for a while, but finally did not hold it back, took out his cell phone and quickly called Ye Zheng.

　　After half an hour, the underground parking lot.

　　Yan Jia waited for a long time leaning on the pillar before Ye Zheng walked out of the elevator slowly. Yan Jia felt that he probably drank too much today, and did not find a chance to talk to him all night. At this moment, when they first met, some unspeakable grievances choked in his throat.

　　"What's the matter?" Ye Zheng walked towards him.

　　Yan Jia bit the soft flesh on the tip of his tongue and could not speak, but the corners of his eyes were red for no reason.

　　Ye Zheng smiled and said, "You was looking for me in a hurry and didn't speak. Are you kidding me?"

　　Yan Jia's courage didn't know where he came from, suddenly reached out and grabbed his sleeve, and said incoherently: "I'm sorry...I..."

　　"Have you washed your hands?" Ye Zheng pushed his hand away, with a cold smile on his thin lips, "Are you not playing with Zhao Qianli enough, and want to do it again? "