Quick Wear: The Host is a Fox

Xiao Ling walked to the desk and sat down, and said lightly, "Please sit down."

Zhang Wen came back to her senses, picked up the documents indiscriminately, and sat down nervously.

Compared with the past, Xiao Ling has nothing to do with the dress, and also has a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.

it looks like...

Some are meticulous and have a bit more mature charm.

Zhang Wen still couldn't believe it for a while, tilted her head, and saw the name tag beside the luxurious red sandalwood table that read: Xiao Ling...

She just reluctantly accepted the fact.

The secretary leaned forward wisely and closed the door of the office.

"Where's Chu Siren?"

The reason why Xiao Ling came back was for someone. So I simply asked straight to the point.

"Ah? She..." Zhang Wen didn't read the scandal between Chu Si and Xiao Ling posted on the Internet. With a full desire to survive, she hesitated for a long time, "She... maybe in the crew?"

"Both 'Clear Sky' and '99 Heartbeats' have not started, and the posters have been filmed, so she can't be on the set. You are her manager, don't you know where she is?"

Xiao Ling's black eyes were a little cold, and Zhang Wen's heart froze.

"Uh... I haven't been very busy with work recently. It's possible that she went back to rest..."

Could it be that Xiao Ling really likes Sisi? If he knew that Sisi and Qin Zichen went out on a date, wouldn't Sisi be finished?

In light of a severe lesson, or in the worst case, you will be blocked-killed?

Thinking about this, Zhang Wen secretly made up her mind: as a qualified agent, you must never pit the artists who have worked so hard...

At this moment, the man on the opposite side opened his mouth slowly.

"Call her."

"Ah?" Isn't it just a matter of making a phone call?

Xiao Ling took her panic into his eyes, and his fair and slender fingers slowly turned a metal pen that looked expensive, his voice low and cool.

"As an agent, when the company needs it, I don't know where the artist under my command is, and I can't even contact her immediately. In my opinion, the company needs to cultivate more fresh blood."

A thin layer of cold sweat was already seeping out of Zhang Wen's forehead.

Xiao Ling's meaning couldn't be clearer: if she doesn't tell where Chu Si is today, she'll have to pack up and leave...

Zhang Wen wanted to cry without tears, "Mr. Xiao, Mr. Xiao, don't be angry. Chu Si may have gone back to rest due to illness... Oh yes, I remember she caught a cold a few days ago—"

The man opposite frowned slightly, hooked his lower lip coldly, and interrupted her impatiently, "Last chance."

"She went out on a date with Qin Zichen."

The desire to survive makes her perfidious...

"Snapped."

The metal pen dropped a brief, crisp scale on the polished desk.

The man's eyes were as deep as wells, and he asked casually, "Where?"

The surrounding air pressure was terribly low.

Zhang Wen really told the truth this time, "Mr. Xiao, I only know that they went out, but I don't know where..."

"Call up."

**

"I am a fox who has practiced for thousands of years, and has been lonely for thousands of years..."

When the phone rang, Bai Zhen was already cutting the steak.

Qin Zichen couldn't help but be surprised, "Sisi, I didn't expect you to listen to such old songs."

Bai Zhen picked up the phone and raised her eyes, "What?"

Qin Zichen smiled, "No, I just think the more you get along with you, the more cute you are."

Zhang Wen's phone was on the speakerphone, and this was what she heard as soon as she connected.

She shivered.