As soon as they arrived at the villa, the director handed Su Youmeng her personal mobile phone.
"Not long ago, someone called you several times in a row. There must be something urgent to ask you, so the program team thought about it for a while and decided to return the phone to you to deal with it."
Since everyone was out shooting this time, in order to save their mobile phones and prevent them from being lost, all the guests’ personal mobile phones were not brought with them. Instead, they were placed in the small villa and under centralized care by the staff.
Not long ago, Su Youmeng's cell phone kept getting calls. The staff did not dare to answer the guests' private calls.
The most important thing is that the note that appears on the caller ID is——Mr. Su.
This is Su Youmeng's mobile phone. The person noted as Mr. Su, besides Su Youmeng's father, the CEO of Star Entertainment Media, who else could it be?
This is a big shot, who dares to offend him? This made the staff even more afraid to answer the phone.
I could only watch as the bell went off and started ringing again.
Until the other party stops calling.
The program team is also very humane. If there is something urgent, they will not hold down the phone and not return it to the guests. Instead, they will take the initiative to hand the phone to the guests, even if it is still live.
Su Youmeng was still a little confused when she saw the staff handing her the phone.
She looked at the staff member with doubtful eyes, as if asking, why did she suddenly return the phone to her? Isn't the live broadcast still continuing and the live broadcast not over?
Shouldn't the phone be returned after the day's live broadcast is over?
The staff noticed Su Youmeng's doubts and explained: "Mr. Su has called you a lot. See if you want to call him back."
Su Youmeng's expression changed from confusion to surprise, and she quickly turned on her phone.
He whispered: "My dad? Why is he calling me?"
She turned on her phone and saw seven missed calls. She opened it with her finger and was about to play back the call. Suddenly she remembered that several other guests were still standing there waiting for her.
He stopped what he was doing, looked up and smiled at the other guests: "You guys go back to the house first, I'll call my dad back."
Fang Yu didn't say much. He didn't need to keep the phone call with his father, and he didn't have any serious intention to gossip.
After a few people left, Su Youmeng tactfully smiled at the cameraman and said, "I don't want this to be broadcast live, is that okay?"
The camera guy was just a part-time worker, so he didn't care what he said, so he immediately communicated with Director Wang on the walkie-talkie. After getting permission, he stopped following Su Youmeng.
Su Youmeng found a secluded place to sit down and played back the call.
It was only 8:30 in the evening, and she was sure that her father, who had been busy all day, had not gone to bed yet.
"Dad...you called me so many times. Are you looking for me for something?"
As soon as the call was connected, Su Youmeng took the lead and asked.
Soon, Su Qingyu's slightly tired voice came over the phone, but his tone was smiling.
"My good daughter, what have you been busy with lately! Why didn't you even call dad? I wonder if dad misses you very much?"
Su Youmeng didn't know that her father had already watched the first issue of "Heartbeat Melody". When she heard her father say "I miss myself", she felt happy and happily told her father about her recent experience.
"I'm recording "Heartbeat Melody". Dad, you have to support your daughter. You must go and watch it. I made new friends in it and learned a lot of things. Just today, I... um …”
She wanted to talk about Fang Yu, but she didn't know what adjectives to use to describe the relationship between her and Fang Yu.
She has never gotten along like this with the opposite sex, and her feelings for Fang Yu seem to be different from those for other members of the opposite sex.
In the past 20 years, she had almost no friends, so she didn't know whether the word "friend" was appropriate to describe the relationship between Fang Yu and her.
She attaches great importance to every relationship, whether it is family, friendship, or love, and takes it very seriously, so she is so strict about even an insignificant title.
In the end, she decided to use "friend" to describe it. She really couldn't think of a better word.
"Today, my new friend and I saved a little boy. Isn't your daughter very powerful? Hehe!"
The tone is playful, and every word reveals happiness, like a child asking for credit from his father for getting a perfect score and waiting for his father's praise.
After all, she is still a 20-year-old friend who wants to be loved by her father.
Normally, her father is busy with work and always travels away from home, so he rarely spends time at home. This time, he was able to make so many calls at once just to care about himself. Su Youmeng was really happy.
But when he heard the words "new friend", the smile on Su Qingyu's face disappeared instantly. He seemed to have guessed who the "new friend" Su Youmeng was talking about.
"New friend? What new friend, can you tell me about it?"
Su Youmeng was immersed in the joy of her father taking the initiative to care about her, and did not notice the change in her father's tone.
He happily shared the new friends he had made with his father.
"Um...he's quite interesting. He's also a nice person. He can cook, and the food is super delicious. But it's a pity that he doesn't want to teach me. Also, he sings very well. That little boy today I was rescued just because I listened to the songs he wrote. Isn't it amazing? It's a pity that he didn't want to teach me how to write songs..."
Su Qingyu didn't speak the whole time, and his face sank a little bit.
Su Youmeng suddenly thought of something, casually pulled the leaves from a branch nearby, shook them in her hands, and continued talking.
"Dad...he is good-looking, has a good personality, and sings very well, but his family conditions are not very good. He seems to be a farmer in the countryside. Although, there is nothing wrong with him. I just feel that he is a little bit just farming." Buried.
Otherwise, you can sign him into our company and let him become an artist or a songwriter. It doesn't matter what he does. If that doesn't work, you can let him come to our company and start working as an intern and odd job. "
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the sound of his father slamming the table hard from the phone, which was deafening.
What came next was Su Qingyu's furious roar.
"New friend? I think he's your boyfriend. I really thought I hadn't watched the show you recorded. You two have only known each other for a few days and you're already trying to help him find a job. A poor boy with no good qualities deserves to be treated like this. ?"
The praise I wanted didn't come, but instead I got blame and roar.
Su Youmeng was stunned by the yelling. She was obviously fine a second ago, so why...
If he didn't agree to sign Fang Yu, he could talk it over. She didn't have to let him sign Fang Yu, she just happened to mention it here.
Suddenly, an inexplicable feeling of grievance came to my heart, my eyes were red, and tears were ready to come out.
After Su Qingyu yelled, he felt that he had been a little extreme just now, so he sat back on the bench and pressed his temples.
In recent years, he has really spent little time with his daughter. Either he was on a business trip, or her daughter traveled around the world for various competitions, spending less time together and more time away.
Let him not know how to get along and communicate with his daughter correctly.
Trying to slow down his tone: "It's true that dad spoke louder just now, but as my daughter, Su Qingyu, what kind of man can't you find? If you want to fall in love, I can introduce you to a lot of housework. A man of high status gives it to you.”
Su Youmeng said nothing.
He continued: "Just have fun with your exciting show. Also, I told you before that if you don't become famous in the entertainment industry for half a year, you have to do what I said. , isn’t the path I arranged for you good?”
After saying that, he sighed again: "Oh... I don't expect you to achieve any results. You are just too well protected by me and think that everything you do is easy. I don't care if I let you experience setbacks... …”
Su Youmeng didn't speak during the entire process, until she hung up the phone. She had been holding back her tears, and then she curled up on the bench, hugged her knees, buried her head in her knees, and cried silently in grievance.
