After Pompei changed his clothes and left the field, he and Ding Jingyi were in the same car. After leaving the stadium, he saw light drizzling outside the window and the sky was covered with treacherous and cloudy clouds.

The sky was clear just now and suddenly dimmed.

Ding Jingyi asked the driver to close the window, then began to fiddle with his cell phone, lowered his head, and asked Pompeii casually: "How do you feel today? Can you deal with it?"

This was the first dinner after Pompeii signed with Zhaowen, and she calmly replied: "It's okay."

"Get used to it. This is what this circle is."

A voice square came from Ding Jingyi's phone. His brow wrinkled the word "chuan" and put on Bluetooth headphones to deal with the fire in the backyard. He had no time to gossip about it.

Pompeii's cell phone vibrated twice, and she took it out and saw that it was the message from Minjana.

Currently, only her agent will contact her.

[Mingjiana: Are you going to a dinner party? Did you talk to Mr. Yu? This project is planned to mainly use powerful newcomers to seize the opportunity when you have lunch.]

Pompeii replied concisely: He won't go to have lunch at noon.

After a while, new news came from my hand.

[Mingjiana: Send me the address, I'll come over immediately. Don't walk around.]

After Pompei sent the address, he locked his phone screen.

Yunshuijian is not far from the Palme de Golden Golf Course, and it takes more than ten minutes to drive.

After Ding Jingyi got off the car, he answered a five-minute call.

Pompeii didn't know the road and couldn't go up first. He just waited next to him until Ding Jingyi finished the call and went to the private room he had already booked.

Yunshuijian is a Chinese-style restaurant. The chef is a chef who retired from the state banquet. The dishes are excellent.

The private rooms on the second floor are designed with sliding doors. When you open the door, the chandeliers on the top of the private room are simple and charming, but not high in brightness. After pulling up the curtains and closing the sliding door, the private room became much darker, and even the atmosphere became a bit slimy.

"Old Ding, everyone comes together, why are you late? One drink, one drink."

Ding Jingyi and Pompei arrived late, and everyone else arrived. Ruan Bei sat next to her boss Li Yi, looking at Pompeii with a smile, and said, "Both of them are late, but Mr. Ding can't be the only one who punishes him for drinking. Isn't this bullying Mr. Ding?"

The person on the table started to cheer: "Yes, Lao Ding, she has to drink too."

Ding Jingyi dragged two chairs away and sat down with Pompeii. He asked the waiter to bring five bottles of wine he had stored here, poured a glass of wine himself, and said, "Please punish me, today's wine is OK?"

Pompeii poured another full cup.

Ding Jingyi drank a glass of wine. Pompeii held the wine glass and didn't drink it. She closed her eyes and poured it down in one gulp. The strong wine slid from her throat toward the internal organs, and her whole body seemed to be burning.

Ding Jing poured out the empty wine glass and said, "It's okay now."

The people on the table let them go.

The dishes were gradually on the ground, and Ding Jingyi and Pompeii opened their two glasses of wine. As soon as the door of the private room was closed, the men who had been talking about business before turned to beautiful women. The newlyweds who were originally obedient suddenly became restless, toasted frequently, and called "Mr. Mr." affectionately.

Pompeii sat in it and couldn't help but pick up the wine glass again.

Li Yi walked from the other side with a big belly, holding a wine glass, and swept her whole body. Finally, his eyes fixed on her snow-white chest and asked with a smile: "Is it called Pompeii? We Taizhong has a heroine in a new drama, which is your image. Are you interested in thinking about it? Come to me to chat tonight?"

The most explicit hint, Pompeii understood it and hid to Ding Jingyi.

Although she signed in through Ming Jiana, Ding Jingyi interviewed her in person and agreed to her that she would never force her to break through the bottom line.

Ding Jingyi and Li Yi clinked a cup, sneered twice, and said, "Mr. Li, you should leave it to your family."

Some time ago, Zhaowen and Taizhong collaborated on a drama. One of them produced a heroine and the other one produced a hero. As a result, Taizhong obtained the copyright of the novel and added more scenes to her second female role than Zhaowen's first female role, which made Zhaowen's first sister angry. Ding Jingyi is now having a headache about this and is still angry.

Li Yi sneered and blamed him: "It's all the screenwriters who make it like that. In this way, our company's next project is being rated, and it must be 'A' or above. Can I give me a chance to compensate me?"

Ding Jingyi smiled and said, "I don't think any project is as good as you go to the sea in person. Taizhong's stock price has to be yourselves, so we Zhaowen won't get involved."

Li Yi didn't want to make things boring, so he left with a wine glass.

Most of the people present were decent people. Seeing that Ding Jingyi rejected Li Yi, they did not come up to test again.

However, there are also people who are frivolous. Mr. Chen, who is a little drunk, wants to hug Pompeii's shoulder as soon as he comes up and leans over and calls her to toast.

Pompeii dodged quietly and took a sip.

Ruan Bei smiled loudly and said, "Mr. Chen, you really have vision. This person was once the school beauty of Southern Opera."

Mr. Chen's eyes turned red when he heard Ruan Bei's words. He turned his head and looked at Pompeii. The more he looked, the better he looked. He raised the glass again, his eyes were so lustful that he could not hide his lust, and he said, "Just take a sip and fool me?"

Pompei had no choice but to take another sip, and the wine glass came to the bottom. She forced a smile: "Mr. Chen, I've drunk it all."

Mr. Chen grabbed Pompeii's hand and touched it twice, and his body was filled with alcohol. "What's the name Mr. Chen? I'm not a few years older than you, so I'm called brother."

——With Grandpa Zhang’s face, I want someone to call me brother, do you think you have lived too long?

Pompeii was extremely disgusting, and this sentence was about to blurt out the next moment.

The door of the private room was knocked on, and everyone thought it was the waiter serving the food, so they didn't care too much until Gao Yunuo walked in and greeted everyone with a smile. The scene suddenly became quiet.

Pompeii took the opportunity to shake off the man's hand, Gao Yunuo walked to Mr. Chen and whispered a few words in his ear.

Mr. Chen immediately became energetic and completely lost his drunkenness. He followed Gao Yunuo and went to the opposite side.

Pompei breathed a sigh of relief and looked out the sliding door. The chandeliers opposite the box opposite were bright and the room was bright. The door was opened and only allowed one person to pass through. Mr. Chen followed Gao Yunuo, nodded and bowed to toast one by one on the table, happily becoming a grandson.

A shameless dog thing.

Gao Yunuo and the vulgar man disappeared deeper in the box. Pompeii was about to withdraw his gaze, but he saw Yu Xing.

Even though he was just sitting in the main seat, Qinghuang's figure was still upright, and his gentle eyes were filled with seriousness that could not be despised, as if he was looking down on the surrender under his feet, and he had the intention of being arrogant without anger.

He gently lifted his eyelids and met Pompeii's sight through a wide corridor.

Pompeii's eyebrows pounded, and he could see Yu Xing clearly under the lamp.

When they were together, she had just grown up and he was only twenty-two years old. No matter how cold and aloof he was in his bones were obvious, he still had a tender youthful feeling on his cheeks to a greater or lesser extent.

Now, his facial features are much clearer and clearer, with a little bit of a newbie's edge, but he is steady and restrained, becoming a noble man who makes people feel distant.

Yes, a man who made her strange.

Pompeii's gaze moved away calmly, like a gust of wind passing through the lake without causing ripples.

When she heard the sound of the sliding door closing, her tense nerves relaxed.

Li Yi thought about it and said, "Old Chen is engaged in real estate, and I guess he knows him from the other side."

It's not a big deal, and everyone didn't take it to heart.

Pompeii lowered his eyebrows and bit his wine glass.

It should be what Li Yi said.

Even if it is not, it has nothing to do with her.

Just as she was distracted, her cell phone rang. Pompeii had just answered the phone in the corner. Mingjiana then pushed the door open and entered. She was dressed in a commuter style, with her short burgundy hair looking capable, with the sharpness of a working woman, but when she smiled, she showed a little gentleness.

Ming Jiana came in and greeted her, walked to Ding Jingyi's ear and said a few words, then took a step back and said loudly, "Mr. Ding, I'm really anxious, I'll take the person away."

Ding Jingyi agreed with the flow and said, "Okay, you guys go."

Minjana took Pompeii's hand and left the private room.

The private room was full of wine and breath, which made people breathe. After Pompeii left, he exhaled a breath of turbid air.

Lian Mingjiana also slapped her body and dissipated her smell, then smelled Pompeii, and asked her, "Did you drink a lot?"

Pompeii nodded and said, "I want to go to the bathroom."

"It's just right, I'll take you there."

Ming Jiana took people to the audition in the morning, and was so busy that she went straight to the bathroom to be convenient.

Pompeii went to wash his hands purely, so she squeezed some hand sanitizer and washed the hands that the man had just touched.

It turns out that being forced to have physical contact by someone you don’t like is this disgusting feeling.

Pompeii bit his lip, his lowered eyelashes covering his long and charming eyes, and the sound of water flowing set off her silence.

Ming Jiana came out of the bathroom, washed her hands quickly, tidied her hair in the mirror, and saw that there was no one around, she looked at Pompeii from the mirror and asked gossip: "You haven't answered me yet, is President Yu handsome?"

Pompeii's tone was very light: "It's that."

She has been watching that face for several years, and she has seen enough of it no matter what.

Ming Jiana seemed to be disbelief and said in a surprise tone: "How is that possible! A friend of mine from a magazine has seen him and said he is handsome! Pompeii, have you misunderstood?"

Pompeii slowly glanced up and repeated it seriously: "Just, that's it."

After the two of them turned around after chatting, a man with a tall and magnificent appearance appeared in front of them.

Ming Jiana stared at the familiar man who had never met before and shouted blankly: "Yu, Mr. Yu?"

Pompeii's scalp was numb: "…………………”

Never ever, she was more superstitious than now. If Yu Xing hadn't matched her horoscope, it would have been Ming Jiana who was defeating her.

Pompeii gritted his teeth and whispered: "Hello Mr. Yu."

...He probably didn't hear anything.

Yu Xing didn't say anything, but just lowered his eyes little by little until he stared at Pompeii's guilty eyes.
To be continued...