Pampering

Little cute, it means that you do not love the author enough. Wenwen hid it shyly. He listened. He wanted to break her through, but he wanted to cooperate with her in performance.

Cheng Zhan lowered his eyes and looked at the woman in his arms, his eyes moved slightly.

Xiang Yueming had just taken a shower, and her body still had a fresh and elegant smell, like the smell of shower gel, and like the smell of lychee rose perfume on her pajamas.

It doesn't make people feel sweet and greasy, but there is a kind of unspeakable gentleness.

She likes this perfume very much. Even Cheng Zhan, who doesn't smell the scent of roses, gradually accepts it, and even becomes infatuated.

He looked at her bare skin, white as snow, delicate and delicate, and after a little touch, there were traces.

"Cheng Zhan?" Xiang Yueming raised his eyes and slammed into his dark and bright eyes.

She looked at him, her pupils were shining, her peachy eyes were narrow, and she asked pretentiously: "Cheng, what are you looking at? It's 10,000 yuan per minute."

Cheng Zhan dragged her to hang on himself, and asked in a calm tone: "Then sleep for one night."

"..." Xiang Yueming was speechless, raised his hand and thumped his shoulder: "I won't sleep tonight."

She buried her head on his neck, smelled the calming smell of him, and muttered: "You came back just to sleep with me?"

Cheng Zhan was speechless and did not speak.

Xiang Yueming snorted softly: "Do I have the only advantage of being able to sleep."

Cheng Zhan paused and glanced at her: "Pros?"

"What?" Xiang Yueming stared at him, "Isn't this an advantage?"

"..."

Cheng Zhan doesn't quite understand women's minds, so why "can sleep" is also classified as lack of merit.

He was thinking how to answer, and Xiang Yueming tightened his collar: "Cheng Zhan, you have to tell me one, two, three, four, five, six to come out today! Is my figure not good?"

Cheng Zhan: "..."

He glanced at the bust line of her suspender nightdress, and said lightly: "It's good."

"You are reluctant to say that."

Cheng Zhan looked at her eyes: "This question is very important?"

Xiang Yueming nodded without thinking.

Suddenly, Cheng Zhan took her hand down.

A few seconds later, he looked at her blushing cheeks scorchingly, and asked in a low voice, "Do you still think my answer is reluctant?"

Xiang Yueming glared at him fiercely and withdrew his hand blushingly: "Rogue."

After scolding, she felt that it was not enough, and added: "Old hooligan."

"..."

Seeing Cheng Zhan's calm look, Xiang Yueming asked curiously: "Does your friend know that your old cow eats tender grass?"

Cheng Zhan looked at her, hugged her and walked to the kitchen: "Are you going to ask?"

Xiang Yueming choked, but didn't want to refuse: "No."

She kept her eyes closed and whispered: "I have no identity to ask."

"Ok?"

Cheng Zhan put her down and turned to catch the water: "What did you just say?"

"It's nothing."

Xiang Yueming looked at his drinking posture. He held a transparent water cup with clearly articulated fingers. The sleeves were folded up. The muscles of the forearms exposed were obvious and smooth. When he raised his head to drink water, his Adam's apple rolled and rolled, making him extra sexy.

Xiang Yueming stared at his rolling apple knot for a while, before he could look away, he was caught by Cheng Zhan.

"Do you want."

Xiang Yueming licked her lower lip, "Yes."

Taking the water glass from Cheng Zhan's hand, he took a few sips to Yueming.

"Has Jiangcheng's affairs been handled?"

"Come down for a drink?"

The two spoke at the same time.

Xiang Yueming was startled and raised his eyes to look at him.

Cheng Zhan looked at her and explained: "Almost."

Xiang Yueming nodded: "I'm hungry. I came down to find something to eat."

Cheng Zhan raised an eyebrow and looked at her eyes: "This point?"

If he remembered correctly, Xiang Yueming basically stopped eating after six o'clock in the evening. Her professional habit is terrible.

Unless it is a long holiday, I will be a little bit presumptuous.

Xiang Yueming nodded

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: "Well, I don't need to be filming recently, I can eat something."

Cheng Zhan didn't say anything, and lifted his hand to open the refrigerator.

He looked around, and there were only dumplings and wontons made by Aunt Xu in the refrigerator.

"Do you want to eat dumplings and wontons?"

Xiang Yueming shook her head: "Carbon water is too high." She glanced in and sighed, "Forget it, stop eating."

Cheng Zhan ignored her and cooked wontons over the fire.

"Then watch me eat."

Xiang Yueming: "..."

Is this still a person! ! !

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After a while, Cheng Zhan's wontons were cooked, and they really served a bowl.

Xiang Yueming stared at it, and wanted to go upstairs.

Just turning around, she was caught by her wrist.

"Help me get the wontons out."

"...Don't you have any hands?"

Cheng Zhan raised his eyebrows: "Okay, I will do it myself."

Xiang Yueming choked, pretending to be annoyed and stomped his feet: "Forget it, let's see if you are handsome and give it to you."

The small wontons made by Aunt Xu are especially delicious.

Xiang Yueming usually only dared to eat in the morning and noon, not at night, let alone it will be midnight.

She glanced at the big bowl of wontons, smelled the scent drifting over, her belly was singing against her.

As soon as he put it down, Cheng Zhan raised his hand to unbuckle two buttons and sat over.

Xiang Yueming rolled his eyes secretly and muttered: "Sorry."

Cheng Zhan sat down and turned his head to look at her: "Really not?"

"Yeah." Xiang Yueming couldn't slap herself in the face, forcibly suppressing hunger, and said blankly: "I'll be full just watching you eat."

"..."

Listening to this, it feels bad.

Cheng Zhan didn't care about her either, took a spoon on one side, scooped up a wonton, and blew it.

Under the dim light, the small wontons are filled with thin skin, which makes people salivate.

Xiang Yueming looked straight ahead, a little wronged.

She was walking around, and a familiar male voice came in her ear: "Open your mouth."

Xiang Yueming was taken aback, looking at the wonton that was brought to his mouth.

Cheng Zhan raised his hand and stuffed the wonton into her mouth.

"Is it hot?"

Xiang Yueming took a bite and shook his head: "It's not hot."

Cheng Zhan said "um" and continued to blow the next one.

After repeating several times, Xiang Yueming was satisfied: "You can eat by yourself, I will not eat anymore."

"Sure?" Cheng Zhan looked at her: "I just ate a few."

Xiang Yueming was taken aback, and recalled: "Six."

Cheng Zhan nodded: "Okay, get up for a run tomorrow morning."

He looked at her and said ruthlessly: "Six kilometers."

"..."

The six-kilometer battle was that when Cheng Zhan had finished eating and packed up and returned to the room, the door was locked.

Cheng Zhan raised his hand and knocked, and chuckled, "Open the door."

"Asleep, don't open."

Cheng Zhan raised his eyebrows, but was not angry: "Then you should rest early."

"?"

Xiang Yueming was stunned for a moment, and when he got up to the door and opened the door, the corridor was empty, only the voice-activated light was on.

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Early the next morning, Xiang Yueming sat at the dining table with a look of fatigue.

She had a dream of running all night, and her pain was extremely painful.

Aunt Xu looked at her like this, and said, "Isn't it awake?"

Xiang Yueming nodded, "Aunt Xu, what do you eat this morning."

Aunt Xu rubbed her head amusedly: "I made millet porridge for you."

Xiang Yueming responded: "Okay."

She looked around, and before asking, Aunt Xu said, "Master is out."

Xiang Yueming said "Oh" and whispered, "I didn't ask him."

Aunt Xu smiled: "It seems that I didn't sleep all night. I came out of the study with a coffee cup in the morning."

Xiang Yueming was startled, "Really."

"Yeah." Aunt Xu patted her head: "Xu

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Auntie will get you breakfast. "

"Thank you Aunt Xu."

At breakfast, Xiang Yueming thought for a while and sent a message to Cheng Zhan.

After the message was sent, no one answered, and she was not in a hurry, basically getting used to his attitude this time.

After eating, Xiang Yueming went to the dance room.

She likes Mingyuan here, and another very important reason is that there is a big dance room here.

Fully transparent glass, there is also a piano in the corner of the dance room.

When Xiang Yueming has nothing to do, he usually spends time here.

She changed her clothes and Lajin planned to practice dance.

Her leg has been injured and is no longer suitable for difficult stages. But Xiang Yueming still dances once a week. For no other reason, she just likes to dance.

Just after jumping for a while, the phone rang.

Xiang Yueming looked at herself in her glasses, tucked away her hair, moved to one side and picked up the phone.

"Hey."

Sister Xia’s voice came over there: "What are you doing?"

"do excercise."

Sister Xia: "Yes, you can't slack off if you rest."

Xiang Yueming smiled, turned his head to look at the sunlight outside the window, half-squinted to enjoy: "I know."

Sister Xia went straight to the subject: "I have found the acting teacher for your class. Class will start tomorrow."

"Row."

"Also, I contacted Xinchun. I really want to find you as a spokesperson, but they have a condition."

Xiang Yueming raised an eyebrow: "What is it?"

Sister Xia was silent for a few seconds, and said vaguely: "The Orange Channel is currently preparing a variety show, and Xinchun Club is the biggest sponsor."

Xiang Yueming: "...and then?"

"They hope that the spokesperson can participate in this variety show and give Xinchun a better publicity."

Xiang Yueming had a vague premonition, her eyelids twitched, and she asked in a low voice, "What variety show is this?"

"Dance...competitive."

"..."

Afraid of Xiang Yueming's rejection, Sister Xia quickly said, "Don't be anxious to refuse. I know you haven't been on stage for many years, but you like dancing as always, so you don't want to try again?"

Xiang Yueming was silent for a moment, pursing her lower lip, her tone indifferent: "I didn't really miss it."

Sister Xia helplessly: "I don't force you, but you can think about it. I have seen you dance, and the light in your eyes is a bunch of dances."

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Hung up the phone, Xiang Yueming stood in front of the French window for a long time.

She looked at the floating blue sky and white clouds, her thoughts flying.

The clouds are floating, turning from time to time.

The blue sky has always been hanging in the same position, no matter how the white clouds float and move, they are all in place.

Xiang Yueming observed for a long time, and when his eyes became sore, he raised his hand and rubbed it and lay down.

She picked up the phone on one side and glanced at WeChat. Cheng Zhan hadn't returned a message to her yet.

Xiang Yueming curled his lips, just about to let go, Xiaoxi's message came.

Xiaoxi: [Sister! ! ! Song Fei sent the draft over there! Say you grab her resources. 】

Xiang Yueming: [? 】

Xiaoxi: [The marketing account is saying that we went to meet for dinner last night! It is said that Song Fei has signed the contract, and you have to intervene and so on. Anyway, it means that you are robbing her of resources and you are not kind! 】

The link she sent from Xiang Yueming was clicked, and it was a marketing account leading.

She glanced at it. There were photos of her and Song Fei on it, and the text was also very connotative.

Probably alluding to the fact that a certain Qing Leng Xiaohua did not hesitate to throw away personal settings for resources and join the fight for grabs. Even analyzed how good the resource is.

Xiang Yueming rolled his eyes.

Open a comment at one point, and basically say that she is not kind and so on.

【? ? ? Is the competition between these two unknown female artists so fierce? 】

[I have internal information here, saying that Song Fei has signed a contract, but in the end I have to force Yueming. 】

[Fuck! If this is the case, then Xiang Yueming would be too shameless. 】

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【The media always praised her as a mortal fairy, cold and beautiful. I didn't expect it to be so cruel! 】

[This endorsement is so good? 】

...

Xiang Yueming glanced a few times and quit Weibo.

Xiaoxi: [Sister, did you see it! What should I do? 】

Xiang Yueming: [What did Sister Xia say? 】

Xiaoxi: [Sister Xia said she didn't care about this group of people. 】

Xiang Yueming: [Okay, I see. Forget it, it's just a marketing account guide. 】

Xiaoxi: [But many people scold you under your Weibo...Fans of Song Fei. 】

Xiang Yueming: [I will post a Weibo, Sister Xia will be angry. 】

Xiaoxi: [High probability. 】

Xiang Yueming: [Then I will send it. 】

Xiaoxi: [...]

Before sending it to Yueming's Weibo, Song Fei first posted a suggestive content.

Song Feiv: Do you feel that the food in other people's hands is always particularly fragrant? So hungry, what are you going to eat today?

Xiang Yueming:?

Xiaoxi exclaimed: "Sister! You are too shabby like this!"

Xiang Yueming raised an eyebrow and smiled: "Does it look good?"

"Super good-looking!" Xiaoxi blew a rainbow fart: "If I were Mr. Cheng, I would hide you at home and not let me out."

Xiang Yueming looked at her eyes.

"Also, women will fall in love with you."

Xiang Yueming curled her lower lip, raised her hand to pick her chin, like a female hooligan: "Really, cute."

Xiaoxi's legs became soft instantly.

"Sister Xia, save me!"

Sister Xia watched the two make a fuss and couldn't laugh or cry: "Okay, get in the car and be late later."

Xiaoxi didn't even think about it, and bluntly said: "It's too late if it's late. It's not like waiting to go so early."

Sister Xia: "..."

After getting in the car, Xiaoxi still did not forget to praise her.

"Sister, let's wear a suit next time we walk on the red carpet. Everyone else is beautiful, how about we are handsome."

Xiang Yueming was holding the mirror in narcissism, nodded and said: "Yes, as long as Sister Xia agrees."

Sister Xia glanced at her: "I'll talk about it then."

She looked at Xiang Yueming, and she was also slightly satisfied: "I didn't find out before. It turns out that you are so handsome in a suit."

In her memory, Xiang Yueming has always been that kind of dull beauty. To put it nicely, it is a fairy who does not eat fireworks in the world. If it is not good, it is dazed and immobile.

Whether it's filming or advertising endorsements, her eyes are relatively dull. But the face and figure are excellent. Every time she appears in a fairy dress, fans will consciously ignore her shortcomings.

Sister Xia looked back at her more and thought, "I think you can broaden your play."

Xiang Yueming looked at her: "Are you not acting as a fairy?"

Sister Xia: "It seems that you can act as a handsome woman."

Xiang Yueming smiled, her lips curled up: "Xiaoxi said let me play a soft girl."

Sister Xia was stunned for a moment, and pondered: "Actually, it's okay. I'll find you some script, play a soft girl, and then play a handsome female character. Don't fix yourself in a certain frame."

"Yeah." Xiang Yueming nodded, expressing his approval: "Sister Xia, I have read the two previous scripts, and I didn't like them very much. You can help me find some acting teachers to give me lessons. Stop filming first. Stop, you can't play countless wooden beauties, everyone will be aesthetically tired."

Sister Xia was slightly surprised: "Are you sure?"

"OK." Xiang Yueming smiled: "I'm done."

"Okay, that's not bad." She paused: "But business performances can't be stopped. You have to get news from time to time."

The entertainment industry has been updated too quickly, and there is no news for a month, and fans may still be reading.

In three months or six months, fans basically went to other people's homes. No one will wait in place.

Xiang Yue clearly said: "I know."

Sister Xia thought for a while, and looked at her seriously: "Do you want to continue on variety shows?"

"..."

Xiang Yueming started with

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Relying on advertising endorsements and variety shows.

Cheng Zhan stuffed her in that variety show. Join Yan Qiuzhi, Chen Lunan and other top artists. Chuan Xiang Yueming has a backstage, and it also started from this variety show.

An artist who is not at all famous, has been on a big variety show, and everyone will naturally have other guesses about her.

After the variety show was over, Xiang Yueming bluntly said that he would not be in variety show for the time being. If he wanted to stay in the circle for a long time, the most important thing was to have a good acting and show.

Of course, it is also because she is not good at dealing with peers.

Looking at Xiang Yueming's expression, Sister Xia said, "I have received a few variety shows in preparation, which are actually quite good."

Xiang Yueming stared at her for a moment, "Then I'll take a look first."

"Row."

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The place to eat is a famous club, and many entertainers and rich people like to come to this place.

There is also a lobby in all the boxes, but no matter which type, the privacy is very good.

The location of the hall is also all separated by decorations, which will not let people see the secret clearly.

As soon as Xiang Yueming got off the car, she ran into Song Fei's team in the lobby.

She felt more alienated than usual, and when Song Fei saw her, a hint of surprise flashed in her pupils.

"School girl, such a coincidence?"

Xiang Yueming: "...Senior sister, don't you know that we are eating together?"

Song Fei's face became stiff, and she didn't expect that she would be so straightforward: "I heard it, but I would meet in the hall by accident."

Xiang Yueming nodded, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the person entering the door.

She pulled her lips upwards: "Mr. Li and the others are here too, it's a coincidence."

Li is always the person of the brand, and the man who frequently filled Xiang Yueming with wine last time.

Seeing the two artists, Mr. Li's eyes were glistening, and he smiled glisteningly: "Xiao Fei and Xiaoyue are here."

He raised his hand and patted Song Fei on the shoulder: "I haven't seen him in a few days, Xiao Fei has become more and more beautiful."

Song Fei responded with a smile: "Mr Li is absurdly praised."

President Li turned his head, raised his hand to touch Yueming's arm, and greeted: "Xiaoyue'er, too, dressed like a strong woman today, sassy and—"

Before he could say the rest, he got stuck.

He hung his hands in the air, looking at the woman who avoided him, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes.

"What?" Xiang Yueming moved her position, standing next to Song Fei, smilingly said: "Senior Sister Song Fei is beautiful."

Her current location is next to Song Fei. To touch her, President Li had to pass Song Fei.

Mr. Li stared at her beautiful face for a while, put his hand down with a calm expression, and put his hand in his pocket: "Beautiful."

Xiang Yueming smiled: "Thank you, Mr. Li."

President Li looked at her: "Everyone, go to the box."

Everyone walked toward the box, the clubhouse was luxuriously designed, magnificent, and full of golden light.

Xiang Yueming followed, and Sister Xia looked at her and sighed: "You just went overboard."

"Where is it going too far?" Xiang Yueming pressed his voice: "I can't let this salty pig's hand touch me!"

Sister Xia: "..."

She looked at Xiang Yueming's calm expression speechlessly: "He will definitely retaliate against you later."

Xiang Yueming smiled softly, "I know."

Seeing her like this, Sister Xia always felt that she had a trick.

"Cheng will come to support you later?"

"..." Xiang Yueming was speechless: "No, he has gone to Jiangcheng."

Sister Xia: "Then you are still so handsome."

Xiang Yueming tilted her head and looked at her with full eyebrows: "Don't you still have Sister Xia?"

After entering the box, a group of people took their seats.

Xiang Yueming's position is not unexpectedly in the corner, and Song Fei is next to President Li. This arrangement seems to be deliberate.

She raised her eyes a little, and she was able to meet Song Fei's provocative look.

Xiang Yueming bowed his head and took a sip of tea, not too concerned.

After a few words of greeting, I started to step into the topic.

President Li looked at the two beauties and cleared his throat

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: "I invite two of you over today to discuss the endorsement matter. For us, we are considering letting the two endorsements together. The popularity and popularity will be higher for two endorsements. I don’t know how the two will agree. ."

As soon as the voice fell, Song Fei's face sank, "Mr. Li, we didn't say that we had to endorse two people in the contract we signed."

President Li smiled, patted the back of her hand for comfort, and blatantly touched: "Isn't this a win-win situation? Don't worry about endorsements, it will not be less."

Song Fei's face was cold and silent.

President Li looked at Xiang Yueming: "How does Xiaoyue feel?"

Xiang Yueming smiled slightly: "Not very good."

She said indifferently: "I won't take the double endorsement."

President Li looked stiff, and looked at her in surprise: "You--"

Xiang Yueming looked at him calmly: "Mr. Li, I am coming over today, just to remind you one thing.

She took out a voice recorder from her bag, "I don't know if Mr. Li still remembers his promise."

The recorder turned on, and all the conversations from the last time they met for dinner were all out.

He heard every word very clearly.

Mr. Li promised Yueming and Sister Xia that this endorsement is hers, and will discuss the details of the contract later.

After listening, President Li's face sank, and Song Fei's expression was not very good.

"Do you think this can threaten me?"

"Of course not."

Xiang Yueming is not a fool, she smiled: "I just think that Mr. Li's way of doing business is not honest. After the exposure, I don't know if there will be other businessmen and artists in the future to cooperate with Mr. Li. "

She paused for a moment deliberately: "Even if you want to cooperate, maybe you should pay more attention to it." She said "Ah", prolonging her tone: "I guess consumers are afraid of such companies."

She and Sister Xia sang and said: "Sister Xia, do you think it’s equivalent to selling things that promised gifts, but after they are sold, the gifts will not be given away. Consumers will worry about this. "

Sister Xia: "Yes, although the impact is not significant, the reputation has been corrupted."

She smiled and reminded: "I remember that several companies that went bankrupt last year were no longer trusted because of lack of integrity, so they turned from profit to loss and declared bankruptcy and went out of business."

In fact, Xiang Yueming knew that just a voice recorder would not threaten anything. Without a paper contract, she would not have much confidence. Committing to change her mind is a common occurrence and cannot be sued.

But she just wanted to disgust these people.

No other reason, it's just boring.

President Li and the two managers sitting next to him were not pretty.

Several people exchanged their eyes and looked at her: "What do you want Miss Xiang."

Xiang Yueming bends her lips: "I don't want to do anything. But I found out that President Li is very fond of persuading wine. If you don't drink the wine on the table today, the matter will be cleared."

On the table, they just ordered several bottles of spirits.

President Li looked at her in disbelief: "You...do you still want to mix in this circle!"

Xiang Yueming blinked, avoiding talking: "My recorder is still on, Mr. Li."

Song Fei stared at Xiang Yueming with wide eyes, but she didn't expect her to be so rigid.

According to reason, the artists in the circle don't dare to treat the brand like this. Even though, this brand is not very famous.

Mr. Li was furious by her: "Xiang Yueming, even if you publish the contents of this recording pen, do you think it will affect our company."

Xiang Yueming smiled: "No?"

She thought for a while: "Mr. Li, I heard a news, do you plan to cooperate with Short Range?"

President Li looked at her in surprise, and didn't expect that Xiang Yueming would know the inside story.

Xiang Yueming curled his lips and smiled, with a brisk tone: "I forgot to remind you. I searched the news and found that the most annoying short-range partners are untrustworthy partners. Whether it is verbal or paper, the short-range pays great attention. "

She laughed: "You said I sent this recording to the short-range side. Can your cooperation go on smoothly?"

Hearing this, President Li sneered: "It's up to you?"

He sneered and sneered: "You

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Think you have the ability to send things to the high-level short-distance side? "

Xiang Yueming raised his eyebrows: "Guess."

As soon as the voice fell, the person in the box was suddenly knocked down.

Before everyone responded, the door was pushed open from the outside.

After seeing the person, Mr. Li's eyes widened and he was surprised: "Mr. Liang, why are you here?"

President Li got up, walked toward him flatly, and reached out his hand.

Xiang Yueming tilted his head and glanced, not knowing him.

Song Fei's eyes also lit up, and his face was obviously happy.

She circled the faces of these people, just about to ask who Liang was always, Sister Xia attached to her ear and said: "The director of Xinchun China."

Xiang Yueming was startled, somewhat surprised.

Xinchun is a well-known skin care brand, in addition to skin care products, there are a series of products such as makeup.

This brand has a history of hundreds of years and is well-known both at home and abroad. It is one of the most popular brands.

Xiang Yueming has some cosmetics, which are still new and pure.

She glanced over there, President Li would hold his thigh flatly.

President Liang smiled and shook hands with him, "I heard that there is a female artist here, come over and meet."

President Li was taken aback and looked at Song Fei subconsciously.

Song Fei also got up: "Mr. Liang, we'll see you before—"

Before he finished speaking, Liang Ji spoke first.

"Is that Xiang Yueming?"

He looked straight at the person sitting in his original position, took the initiative to take two steps forward, stretched out his hand and said, "Hello, Liang Ji."

"?"

Xiang Yueming stunned, and subconsciously shook his hand: "Good for Mr. Liang."

Liang Ji smiled faintly: "I have always wanted to work with you, but I didn't find a chance. I just heard from the people below that I saw you, so I took the liberty to come over and interrupt."

Xiang Yueming opened his mouth and looked at him: "Have we seen it?"

Sister Xia stared at her with hatred of iron and steel.

Liang Ji smiled: "I have seen you. I saw one of your dance competitions a few years ago."

Xiang Yueming was startled: "Thank you."

Liang Ji nodded: "Is there any time for a chat?"

Sister Xia smiled: "Of course I have time. It will be convenient to see Mr. Liang."

Liang Ji gave a business card: "Just look at Miss Xiang's time, so I won't bother too much."

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After Liang Ji left, everyone in the box looked different.

Song Fei's face was black like charcoal, and President Li looked at Xiang Yueming in shock: "When did you and President Liang meet Xiao Yueer?"

Xiang Yueming smiled: "I don't know. Didn't you hear about it just now."