"If you can't afford it, I'll pay for it for you."

In any case, she would not accept such a notice that was made on her behalf without prior consultation.

"Sigh, it's not about the money."

The agent was almost in tears, "Are you really not allowed to participate?"

"cannot."

"I……"

Sigh.

Rong Chang didn't care.

What kind of late-night variety shows?

I just saw recently that some late-night variety shows are all about extreme sports.

They risked their lives for it.

She won't do it.

After the phone call ended.

The agent on the other end let out a long sigh.

Turning back, she complained with a pained expression, "President, she won't agree."

Did you explain the situation to her?

A deep, resonant voice came from behind the screen.

It sounds like heavenly music, so beautiful and sexy.

The agent immediately denied it, saying, "No, no."

“I didn’t say anything.”

"I already said it was a late-night variety show."

How could I dare tell her that this was actually a dating show?

She would rather pay the penalty for breach of contract than agree to it.

What can he do?

"President, what should we do now? Should we still continue with this variety show?"

"Of course I did it."

"That……"

"Let's do it later." No rush.

"Okay, alright," Hao replied, while craning his neck to look at the screen in front of him.

It's strange, I've been with the company for quite a few years now.

I never actually saw the CEO's face.

He was looking around from behind, unaware that his every move had been observed by the man.

With a slight smirk, he suddenly called out to him, "Brother Hao."

Hao was startled and flattered. "President, CEO."

"Is there anything else?"

No, no.

"Then let's go out."

"..."

Uh, okay.

I thought he called me because he wanted something.

Hao was somewhat disappointed.

After he went out...

Behind the screen in the office.

The man spun his office chair.

He slowly turned around from the front.

The deep contours were reflected on the screen.

Even without seeing his face, you can tell he's very handsome.

*

Two days later.

Rong Shang returned to her residence after filming.

When I got out of the car, my assistant followed me and said we were going to have dinner at her house.

Rong Chang naturally had no objections.

That means she also ordered takeout.

Asking her to cook is basically out of the question.

"Takeout is fine too," the assistant said cheerfully, seemingly in a good mood.

Later, as they entered the residential area, she asked Rong Shang, "That pervert isn't following you anymore, is he?"

They've moved to a different location; I don't believe he can still find his way back here.

"No."

Rong Shang answered while taking the key to open the door out of her bag.

Actually, she had long forgotten about it.

Click.

The door opened.

"Go in."

Two people are eating.

Rong Shang ordered Western food.

Eat steak and chicken wings.

She went to take a shower after placing the order on her phone.

Twenty minutes later, someone knocked on the door.

It was opened by the assistant.

At the time, she thought it was the food delivery.

To everyone's surprise, as soon as the door was opened, a drunkard barged in.

He immediately gave his assistant a big hug.

The pungent smell of alcohol hit the nose, and the assistant almost vomited.

Terrified, she yelled, "Who are you? Get out of here!"

"Hehehe." The drunkard was so drunk that he couldn't even recognize his own parents. Right now, he thought he had entered a brothel.

"A thousand yuan a night, are you in?"

"What the hell?" The assistant kept pushing him, saying, "It stinks!"

However, the drunkard was very strong, and she couldn't push him away no matter what she did.

They were all crying in distress, "Xiaxia, Xiaxia, come out and save me!"

"Xiaxia, what Xiaxia?" the drunkard mumbled incoherently, then leaned forward and kissed her cheek.