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Chapter 345 Arguing with Mr. Song

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    Tang Li thought of the scene when she saw him through the car window outside Tan Palace in her previous life, and couldn't help but say: "If you meet such a person, let him get to know you, not to relieve loneliness, but just to let him know your true feelings."  Mind.

    Feelings may be useless, but they are also an essential part of life. If you are too rational, you will usually miss a lot of fun.  "

    Song Boyan looked back at her: "Students have their own ideas, and the most troublesome ones are the teachers who have taught and taught."

    The man's smile made Tang Li feel a little tenderness in the warmth.

    She lowered her head and took a sip of tea. Her cheeks were hot, but her words were serious: "I just pointed out the inappropriateness of what you just said."

    Song Boyan said: "You still know how to argue with me. It seems that the audition will not have much impact."

    "" Tang Li.

    After the desserts were served, Song Boyan received a call. He didn¡¯t go outside the private room and answered it directly at his location.

    Tang Li heard that it was New Year's greetings between friends in the officialdom.

    Just at this moment, the waiter came to ask about the checkout.

    Song Boyan took out his wallet from his coat, pulled out a card and handed it to Tang Li. The meaning was very clear, asking her to follow the waiter to check out.

    That is a black card for Fuyuan Platinum members.

    Tang Li was standing in front of the service counter. Two men came next to them. They were also paying, and they were exchanging polite words about who was paying. The commotion made her look over, and she happened to meet the eyes of one of the middle-aged men with a stout figure.

    He is the producer at today¡¯s audition.

    The other party looked at Tang Li and recognized her.

    "Miss, your card." The cashier handed the card over with both hands.

    Tang Li looked away and took the card. The producer was surprised when he saw what card she was holding, and then watched Tang Li leave thoughtfully.

    Waiting for him to lie down at the service counter to pay, he asked tentatively: "Which private room was the lady eating in just now?"

    "We are not in a position to disclose the privacy of our guests."

    "To tell you the truth, she is an actress in the new drama of our film and television company. I was shocked when I saw her here." The producer said with a shy face: "As a result, a favor came from a certain agency today.  The director wanted to promote a newcomer and ask her to give up the role, so I thought, if she has a background, I have to reconsider this matter."

    When the cashier heard this, he looked up at the producer. Seeing the flattering look on his face, he finally relaxed: "She ate in the private room over at Zhuyuan. I can't tell you the details."

    This answer is very informative.

    The private rooms in Fuyuan are divided into four gardens: plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum.

    Among them, the Bamboo Garden is the most secretive and is prepared for dignitaries.

    Thinking of the membership card in the hand of the actress surnamed Tang, the producer, who was standing opposite the heating vent, took out a handkerchief and wiped the thin sweat from his forehead.

    Being able to get the Fuyuan Black Card means that your status is self-evident.

    ¡°After all, in order to pursue high standards, Fuyuan only has a total of 10 platinum membership quotas.

    Speaking of which, the outgoing Excellency is a frequent visitor to Fuyuan.

    As he was walking back, the producer had a thousand thoughts in his mind. It happened that the private room door opened, and his assistant ran out with a glass of red wine and excitedly informed: "Mr. Luo, Mr. Ding just opened a bottle of 1985 red wine.  Let you come in and continue drinking!"

    "What are you drinking!" Mr. Luo slapped the assistant on the head and whispered through gritted teeth, "I'm going to drink dichlorvos, and I'm drinking red wine!"

    Tang Li returned to the private room and Song Boyan had already finished answering the phone.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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