"Here! Here!" Pu Zhao rushed to Zhu Hao's side, pointing southwest with one hand and tightly gripping his phone with the other, recording nonstop, unwilling to put it down.
Zhu Hao glanced at her sideways, then moved aside with a hint of disdain, pulling his office chair to sit down on the other side.
Pu Zhao was still actively talking to Song Shang, "Weren't you supposed to come to discuss the endorsement tomorrow afternoon? Why did you come early today? Oh, no, I didn't mean you were late, oh dear! No, no, I'm sorry, I got too excited, that's not what I meant..."
Pu Zhao had one eye on Song Shang on his phone screen and the other on Song Shang standing in front of him. He was extremely busy and his mouth was running around like a train, without any logic.
Song Shang lowered his eyes slightly, smiled at Pu Zhao's excited expression, and looked past her to Zhu Hao behind her.
Zhu seemed not to see him, deliberately lowering her head, her long, black hair completely covering her small face.
"This way! This way! Teacher Song Shang, this way!" Pu Zhao excitedly came out and stood in the southwest direction, eagerly leading the way.
Song Shang smiled politely, nodded slightly, glanced meaningfully at Zhu Hao who ignored and disliked him, then looked away and followed Pu Zhao forward.
As Song Shang left, the people in the office moved along with him, but they always maintained a certain distance from him, remaining very orderly.
Zhu Hao looked at the bizarre scene before him: a man walking alone in front, followed closely by a group of people.
It looks just like a mother duck leading her ducklings swimming...
After this image flashed through her mind, she couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle.
As if sensing something, Song Shang turned back halfway through his journey.
He was very tall, and even with a group of people behind him, his view was not obstructed.
Her upturned peach blossom eyes instantly caught Zhu Hao's smiling face.
Song Shang's eyes flickered slightly, but his feet froze.
Zhu Hao in real life is just as vibrant as in the photos, only less childlike and doesn't look as much like a minor anymore.
“Teacher Song Shang?” Pu Zhao stared at him hesitantly, following his gaze.
Pu Zhao wasn't that tall, so his view was blocked, and he could only see a series of mobile phone cameras.
She turned around in confusion, staring at Song Shang's legs that remained motionless. "What's wrong, Teacher Song? Is something the matter?"
Song Shang's eyes trembled slightly. He looked away, glanced at Pu Zhao, and his smile widened, becoming much more sincere than before.
"It's nothing." He shrugged slightly and took the first step. "Let's go."
Pu Zhao didn't pay attention; her mind was completely focused on Song Shang's back. She covered her mouth and screamed silently while busily looking at Song Shang and then at her phone screen, afraid that she hadn't recorded it.
The crowd followed Song Shang to the office door and stopped.
Song Shang went inside, and everyone gathered at the door, whispering among themselves.
"Did you see that?! That's Song Shang! The youngest Best Actor, Song Shang!!"
"I saw it! I saw it! I saw it with both eyes!"
"He's so handsome!!"
"However, I heard from my colleagues in the operations department that Song Shang was supposed to come over tomorrow to discuss the endorsement deal, and then come to our apparel department to finalize the clothing order after that. Why did he come today?"
"I guess it was a last-minute change of schedule? Movie stars must be very busy! Especially Song Shang! He's a model of hard work!"
Why do you say that?
"Didn't you see the schedule that Song Shang's studio released before? It was densely packed, down to the second!"
"Wow! Such a hardworking, handsome, and rich man! Why can't I have one of him!" A male voice suddenly interrupted.
Everyone immediately fell silent and turned to look at him.
He looked heartbroken, repeatedly dragging the progress bar of the video he had just recorded, sobbing uncontrollably, "Give me a man like that, and I'd be willing to give him a hundred million in savings!!"
Everyone: "..."
Click.
The office door suddenly opened, and Zhuo Shishan stood in the doorway with a cold expression.
Everyone scattered like fireworks, in a chaotic yet orderly fashion.
Like radishes, each person was assigned a slot, neatly crammed into their workstation, and instantly the only sound was the tapping of keyboards.
Zhuo Shishan frowned slightly, glanced around the office, then focused her gaze on Zhu Hao in the far distance. She exhaled softly, looked away, and turned to close the door.
His dark gaze met Song Shang's alluring peach blossom eyes.
She slightly tugged at the corners of her mouth, inwardly cursing that the troublemaker was at it again. She poured a cup of hot water and placed it in front of Song Shang.
"Thank you." Song Shang picked up the cup, the scalding steam rising directly to his nose.
Zhuo Shishan wanted to scald him to death!
Song Shang paused, his expression stiffening for a moment, before casually putting the cup back and looking at Zhuo Shishan with a hint of amusement in his eyes.
Do you hate him that much?
He's just a bit too particular about the details of clothing, isn't he?
Besides, he and Zhuo Shishan have only collaborated twice at most, right? This is the third time.
The first time was at the International Golden Show Awards, and the second time was at a domestic charity gala. Why are you so resentful towards him?
With a forced smile, Zhuo Shishan pulled a pink folder from a pile of messy documents on the table and handed it to Song Shang. "Teacher Song, please take a look at the theme clothing for this endorsement. If there's anything you're not satisfied with, we can make some changes."
Song Shang took the document and said meaningfully, "Will you keep revising it until I'm satisfied?"
Zhuo Shishan instantly blushed, thinking about the design drafts that were revised 108 times for the International Golden Show Awards and 365 times for the charity gala, her forehead felt like it was going to explode.
She suddenly closed her eyes, trying to hypnotize herself.
For money...for money...for money...
A few seconds later, she opened her eyes, gritted her teeth, and said, "Of course..."
Song Shang raised an eyebrow and nodded in satisfaction. "Okay, please make sure you satisfy me, otherwise it would be a waste of President Tang's money, wouldn't it?"
Zhuo Shishan gave a stiff, forced smile, remaining silent.
*
Inside the office.
Zhu Hao lay hunched over his desk, phone hidden underneath, typing slowly and hesitantly to appease the wolf.
Best wishes: [It's inconvenient to eat together at the company, but how about we eat together when I get home?]
Tang Song seemed to be standing next to his phone, replying to messages very quickly.
Tang Song: [Really? *crying emoji*]
Zhu Hao stared at the little wolf cub sitting on the ground crying loudly, and for some reason thought of Tang Song acting spoiled and unreasonable. She could even imagine Tang Song angrily slapping the floor with his tail, his tail hairs flying all over the room like willow catkins.
A smile unconsciously crept onto my lips as I rubbed my fingertips together, a ticklish feeling spreading through my heart.
Tang Song: [I just learned how to make sweet and sour pork ribs from Aunt Zhang. I'll make them for you when I get back.]
Zhu Hao's smile froze as she recalled Tang Song making small cakes in the kitchen with Tang Shi.
She still vividly remembers that yellowish-brown, headless, tailless wolf cub cake.
Have a good day typing this.
Best wishes: [Do you really have to make it yourself?]
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