Song Xiaolan brought Zhao Yi to see Fa Xiao, and had already shown Zhao Yi his determination. In front of this melon, Song Xiaolan's behavior is more useful than any words.
Zhao Yi naturally understood, but after understanding, she felt sore.
He was so kind, beyond Zhao Yi's expectation.
How could a young man in his twenties think of expressing his determination in such a way?
After the two had dinner, Song Xiaolan sent Zhao Yi back to the studio. When they parted, Zhao Yi hugged him for a long time, so long that Song Xiaolan was very scared.
He looked at Zhao Yi's back, she was very thin, and her calf was covered by a long floral dress. At first glance, she was conservative and elegant, but when she looked up, the curve of her body came into view, which was sexy. , is temptation.
But in Song Xiaolan's eyes, she only saw loneliness.
Song Xiaolan stayed in the car for a long time, the car was full of Zhao Yi's scent, and there was a little smell of cigarettes. He frowned and looked down for a cigarette.
After a while, he dug out a total of two packs of cigarettes. He sighed inwardly, frowned and kneaded the two packs of cigarettes into a ball and crushed them
*
Ah Chen called and asked him where he was and why he didn't go back to the studio.
Song Xiaolan was about to blurt out that she was on a date, but her heart trembled, and she changed her words: "At my parents' house."
After thinking about it, Ah Chen still told Song Xiaolan.
"Don't take Director Zhao's matter too seriously. Our cooperation is cooperation, and it will not rise to private life."
Song Xiaolan's eyelashes moved slightly, and her eyes flickered, "I know."
Ah Chen said again: "In the future, there will inevitably be cooperation, so be smart."
Song Xiaolan nodded.
Ah Chen babbled for a while, but Song Xiaolan couldn't take it anymore, so she hung up on him.
Song Xiaolan wanted to ask Zhao Yi why he had maintained a relationship with the benefactor for so long. As the netizens picked up, Zhao Yi entered the circle not long ago, and Qi Mingen was the financial backer behind her.
Song Xiaolan still wanted to ask, what are the two doing like this? Does she regard herself as a little boy? But Song Xiaolan didn't use Zhao Yi at all, so she couldn't bear this title.
But he just got Zhao Yi, he was afraid.
I promised not to be afraid, but my heart felt as if I was caught by a fly, and I felt very uncomfortable.
*
Song Xiaolan checked a lot of information about Qi Mingen. From the perspective of the commercial market, this person is confirmed to be very powerful. But except for Zhao Yi's studio, his capital has not set foot in the entertainment industry.
This is unreasonable. If it is really for making money, how much can a studio make?
The more Song Xiaolan explored carefully, the more numb she felt.
There is only one reason, Qi Mingen has true feelings for Zhao Yi.
When Song Xiaolan thought of this, she desperately suppressed the thought.
A physical relationship is less harmful than a spiritual relationship, to some extent.
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Song Xiaolan is Sister Hua's key training target, so no matter the male lead or the second male lead, as long as there is a drama and the subject matter is not illegal, the company will help him pick it up. After filming the costume drama, the next one is the male lead of the idol drama, and there is still a month before the start time.
? Ouyang Ming was divorced and left the house. The derailment incident affected his personality, which in turn affected business resources, and all endorsements for the image of a good man were terminated.
The deep investigation of Zhao Yi on the Internet soon subsided. Some melon bloggers persisted, but in the end they were directly bombed and had to shut up.
This result was expected by Zhao Yi. The Internet has no memory, and public opinion will pass, but she and Song Xiaolan couldn't get over the hurdle in their hearts.
Forget it, if you can't make it through, you can't make it through, just turn a blind eye and close your eyes, and enjoy the moment.
Song Xiaolan is such a noble person, for Zhao Yi, she wears an apron and circles around the kitchen.
Zhao Yi had a bad stomach, so Song Xiaolan made soup for her. A northern man, the soup he cooks is sometimes salty and sometimes bland. Zhao Yi didn't dislike it and drank all of them.
Such a good person boiled soup for her, even if she put poison in it, she still had to drink it.
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After Zhao Yi finished eating, she liked to lie on the sofa. Song Xiaolan cut up the fruits and brought them to her, then pulled her up again.
"This way the stomach will sag."
Zhao Yi let him pull her body softly, and said softly: "I'm not afraid of sagging breasts, but a mere stomach, what am I afraid of." She poked Song Xiaolan's chest with her finger, tempting him: "What are you afraid of? I'm afraid it won't feel good to the touch. ?¡±
Neuropathy.
Song Xiaolan pulled her up with a cold face, then poked an orange and stuffed it into Zhao Yi's mouth.
"??Talk and eat more. "
Zhao Yi hooked Song Xiaolan's neck with both hands, approached her mouth, and sparkled in her eyes: "Let's eat together."
Song Xiaolan is very angry, she teases herself every day, but she likes it very much.
She is arrogant, wild, and innocent, which really opened Song Xiaolan's eyes.
Song Xiaolan opened her mouth and ate a piece of orange with her. The orange was full of water, and the two of them bit down at the same time, and the orange juice moistened their faces.
"ah¡¡"
Zhao Yi, the vixen, made a coquettish voice from her throat, hooking Song Xiaolan.
She let go, and all the oranges fell into Song Xiaolan's mouth, and he swallowed them immediately to prevent this woman from continuing to mess around.
"What to do, it's dirty"
Song Xiaolan turned her head and reached for a tissue, but Zhao Yi refused to let her, and pulled him back. Her slender arms were strong, but Song Xiaolan didn't pay attention, and almost bumped her face.
With red ears, he said to her: "Don't make trouble!"
Zhao Yi didn't care, she kept her eyes on him, and licked her lips, her voice was like soaking in poison.
"What a waste of wiping"
After the words fell, Song Xiaolan just looked at her facial features infinitely blurred, and then felt a numbness on her face.
Zhao Yi's tongue was soft and warm, every time she touched it, Song Xiaolan trembled. He tried his best to restrain himself, but he was not Zhao Yi's opponent at all, and then he was defeated by Zhao Yi's soft charm, sinkinglost (Remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com