"I have a very good relationship with Tengwei. Sometimes we happen to have dinner together or go to her house to play. I have advised her on the direction of her development. She said that my advice is very good. She is very happy. Thank you very much for my advice. Her help." Wei Chun looked at Zuo Yunshan and said.
"Women's Knowledge" does feature Fujiwei frequently. She once published her diary and photos of her solo concert, and she often published short messages about her in the art world column. Only then did Zuo Yunshan realize that it was all arranged by Wei Chun. He didn't expect Wei Chun to have such magical powers.
"It's not just these." Wei Chun further emphasized her close relationship with Tengwei, "Tengwei even discussed personal matters with me. She had some headaches in the past, but then she followed my words and the problem was solved immediately. The press also I don’t know. Some magazines may have been vaguely aware of it, but I tricked it out cleverly. From then on, she came to me for everything.”
The red-hot star couldn't be connected with Wei Chun, who was drinking beer in front of her, but once she returned to her arrogant female editor demeanor, her words became realistic. It seemed that Tengwei would agree to her request.
"I think you will become very famous as soon as you give Teng Wei her hair, preferably when she is giving a solo concert. Oh, you should change your clothes and hairstyle frequently when you go on stage at a solo concert. It will be eye-catching, and it will be broadcast on TV, so many people will want to see it!"
This is the best thing. Zuo Yunshan vaguely saw himself busy styling Tengwei's hair backstage at the theater. On the corner of the magazine's photo column was written in bold letters: "Hairstyling, Zuo Yunshan."
"It's just that there's something difficult to handle." Wei Chun said suddenly.
Zuo Yunshan raised his eyes and looked at her, so she said:
"You are still working in Qi Wen's shop. This is an obstacle. If you are not independent, it will be difficult to handle. I wanted to tell Tengwei about you last time, but because of this, it was hard to say, so..."
"Miss Wei Chun," Zuo Yunshan interrupted her and said, "I recently opened a store, over there on Ziyou Avenue."
It was already past 10 o'clock when we left the restaurant. Wei Chun was even drunker than before and staggered when he walked.
Wei Chun was greatly surprised when he heard that Zuo Yunshan was going to be independent. He said congratulations and raised his wine glass high in front of him. She said that it would be easier to tell Teng Wei.
There was no one on the stairs leading from the basement to the first floor. The drunk Wei Chun dragged his tall body up with difficulty.
"Is that okay?" Zuo Yunshan asked with concern.
"Okay!" Wei Chun agreed vaguely.
However, she looked soft all over. Zuo Yunshan stepped forward and gently put his arm around her waist. The mood at this time was very scary. Not only might he be rejected, but he might also be scolded by her, and that would be the end of it. A thin string hanging from the sky broke due to some mishandling.
However, Wei Chun didn't say a word or push his hand away, letting him hug her and walk up. This is not an expression of emotion. She stared straight ahead, as if the man's attentiveness was due, her expression calm and there was no opportunity to take advantage of her.
There was no one on the basement stairs, so he could pretend to be tipsy, take care of her, hold her hand, pull her arm, or more casually, hold her and kiss her lips. In fact, Zuo Yunshan already had this urge, but he restrained it. He fears failure.
However, he is not without confidence. If Wei Chun had no such motive, he would not have invited him to a restaurant for dinner, nor would he have brought him here again saying that he had not had enough to drink. She seemed to be waiting for something too.
However, Zuo Yunshan knew nothing about the special profession of editing. Maybe she often drinks with men and is often protected by men, but she doesn't care about that. However, if he touches her, she might suddenly laugh at him and throw him aside. Then the beautiful phantom of Fujiwei disappears.
His half-confidence made him timid. In this way, they pulled and pulled to the door of the hall. The doorman called a taxi waiting at the door.
Wei Chun got in the car first. She put her feet together and leaned in to sit on the end of the seat.
Zuo Yunshan hesitated. Wei Chun stuck his head out of the car and said, "Send me off."
Zuo Yunshan got into the car, and the doorman winked and closed the door.
Wei Chun softly said "Yunhai Community" to the driver and fell down on his seat. As soon as the car bumped, she collapsed completely, her head tilted back, her body slumped on the seat, her arms stretched out, and she muttered: "I'm drunk."
The car was driving very fast, and Wei Chun's body shook violently from side to side. Zuo Yunshan resolutely grabbed one of her arms.
Wei Chun didn't say a word. Zuo Yunshan looked nervously. She was looking forward, her body still swaying. Under the headlights of the oncoming car, a contemptuous smile could be seen on her face from the side.
Zuo Yunshan felt cold, thinking it was a sneer, and hurriedly wanted to let go of her hand. At this moment, I just heard her say lazily:
"Zuo Yunshan, I want to ask you something."
Zuo Yunshan was confused and did not answer.
"You said you were going to leave Qi Wen's beauty salon soon and build your own beauty salon on Ziyou Avenue?"
"yes·"
Her arm was still in his.
"Where did that money come from?"
The voice didn't seem interested.
Zuo Yunshan swallowed.
"I saved up."
"Hey, saving so much money? I really didn't expect that! But it will cost a lot to build over there, right?"
"Yeah, I borrowed half of it from an acquaintance."
"Who is it? Ye Ya? That fat lady?"
"No, no, how can I borrow it from her!"
"Really..." Wei Chun said softly and slowly, "Ah, I'm really drunk!" She covered her face with her other hand.
The place where the taxi parked was on a slightly sloping ramp, where some old buildings remained, and the apartment was on the corner of that street. It was a six-story building that looked like a mid-range hotel.
"I'll go in first, and you'll come later." Wei Chun said to Zuo Yunshan after getting off the car.
When escorting a drunk woman, etiquette should break up in front of the apartment door. Since the woman invites her, the man doesn’t care so much.
It seems like the entrance is around the corner. She pointed there and said:
"I'll go in from that side first, and you go in from the front. Hey, that's a parking lot, right? There's an elevator on the left side inside, to the fourth floor, room 415."
"Room 415? Won't you meet anyone on the way?"
"When you meet someone, just pretend you didn't see them."
After Wei Chun finished speaking, he left and turned the corner in a blink of an eye. He didn't look drunk at all.
Zuo Yunshan wanted to go up again after 10 minutes, so he approached the eaves of the house in front of him and paced back and forth. The watch is almost 11 o'clock.
