It's rumored that the young master of the imperial capital is a flawless, world-class lover, but he has a few personality flaws. How do you, Sister Shen, view this?
Shen Pianxian tilted h...
Chapter 90 Recording
Prosperous times.
While I was explaining my work to the public relations department, the phone in the drawer suddenly vibrated.
The subordinates' reports suddenly stopped. They glanced at the boss's mobile phone which was placed very quietly on the table, and then looked into the drawer.
Cheng Zhiyuan waved to them without any emotion.
"Contact Secretary Liu for the remaining work. Get out."
Several people left quietly.
I was still wondering, could that be the boss's personal phone? Was it someone from my family or that legendary fiancée calling?
Cheng Zhiyuan took out his cell phone, turned his chair casually, and started playing the recording sent by Shi Yi.
After a series of rustling sounds, a girl's clear and pleasant voice, but with a hint of resentment,
"Is Wei Lan sick?"
There was a sound of a door opening behind him, but Cheng Zhiyuan didn't move. He listened to the recording while flipping through some photos that were sent to him.
The protagonist is the same person.
The girl was wearing a light pink coat, simple jeans and a pair of sneakers. She was standing in the sunshine at the foot of the mountain, tilting her head, playing with her hair, talking to people and pretending to smile at the camera.
The person who appears most often around her is a tall and handsome man.
Cheng Zhiyuan's hand suddenly paused and he slid the screen back to the previous one.
In this photo, the girl is jumping up from the ground, her hair flying, her eyes smiling, and she looks carefree and heartless. But what Cheng Zhiyuan pays more attention to is the man behind her, who is staring at her intently.
His eyebrows were charming, but his gaze was focused and his smile was indulgent.
"Sister Yi just came to warn me, telling me to be humble in front of her and not to be so arrogant."
Cheng Zhiyuan's eyebrows moved slightly, and he continued to slide down until the girl got angry and snatched back her mousse and jumped out of the car. He turned around only then when the recording ended.
Secretary Liu was standing respectfully holding a document.
"Did you hear that?"
Cheng Zhiyuan threw his phone on the table and said lightly.
Secretary Liu replied,
"Do you need me to arrange it?"
Cheng Zhiyuan smiled faintly.
"What arrangements? What I need is a strong pillar and a charging weapon, not a vase that can only stand up by relying on my protection and backdoors."
“Apart from resources, there is no need to interfere with anything.”
Secretary Liu nodded. This was for him to hear.
"Boss, what I said before about my fiancée..."
Cheng Zhiyuan took the document and didn't seem to be listening attentively.
At this moment, Shen Pianpian, who was far away in Luochuan, had just encountered a bolt from the blue.
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"You mean we can't use the stairs?"
Miss Shen stared at Le Shen in shock.
Shi Qile looked at her with an expression of "Are you stupid?"
"Do you think climbing a mountain means just leisurely walking up the stairs like those tourists?"
"Isn't it?"
"The program team mentioned mountain climbing," Shi Qile pointed to a narrow path in a small corner at the foot of the mountain.
"It's a real 'climb', not a walk."
Miss Shen then looked at the crooked mountain path extending up the mountain, stunned.
The cameraman happened to be the one who came to wake her up in the morning. With a very accurate close-up, he perfectly recorded the girl's shocked expression.
"Are the routes of other groups the same?"
She looked at the camera and the cameraman nodded to her.
Shen Pianxian sniffed and jumped on the spot.
"Well, I'm actually pretty good at exercise."
She looked up at the mountain with full of fighting spirit, and finally said to the camera narcissistically,
"After all, I have long legs."
Shi Qile smiled, shook his head, and followed her to start the mountain climbing journey, with the cameraman following closely behind.
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At this time, the agents of various artists enjoyed better treatment than their masters and drove directly to the top of the mountain along the main road.
A tall and strong assistant was left at the foot of the mountain. After watching the bald agent's car drive away, he ran away silently and quickly.