Chapter 24 Is this how you serve me? Master?
The note said it was the presidential suite of a hotel in the city center.
When He Wang saw this, his breathing stagnated, as if he understood the meaning of the note. He looked up suddenly, but could no longer see Song Mingjiao.
But when He Wang wanted to carefully put the note away, as if it were a treasure in a cave, the sea breeze from the beach blew and accidentally turned the note over. Only then did He Wang see that there was something written on the back of the note.
[Does anyone really think this is a hotel room? I'm kidding. But I can give you this: my address. [Image: Cat pressing paw.jpg]
He Wang laughed and felt a little helpless. This was indeed Song Mingjiao's style. He always liked to give people hope first, and then deliberately jump out and laugh.
The cat's paw print at the back looks like it was hand-painted.
When He Wang thought of Song Mingjiao biting the tip of a pen, perhaps on a sunny afternoon, with her hair hanging down beside her head, and personally drawing these patterns on paper, he inevitably put this note into his collection box.
*
The program crew went on methodically for a few more days, and the recording was already more than halfway through. Without the thorn of Mo Qinan, the guests were obviously more relaxed, and in the next few episodes, they contributed a lot of jokes and discussion points.
With Mo Qinan's departure, the scope of speculation about the invitation relationship has narrowed further, and the audience almost voted for Song Mingjiao and He Wang with full confidence.
The guests would be tired of recording the show continuously, so "Heart Signal" had an intermission, which also gave the post-production editors a break.
During the time when the program team temporarily stopped the live broadcast, the audience's enthusiasm for discussion did not dissipate at all. Instead, they had more time to watch the official recorded clips and analyze them frame by frame.
The small entertainment company under Song Mingjiao's name has naturally gained a lot of attention during this period. Otherwise, why do people say that the entertainment industry is the best choice for making money?
The person who has the most direct feeling is Song Mingjiao's chief secretary Zhang Xuanzhan. Every day he has to keep an eye on the online public opinion for his boss, watch Mr. Song chatting and laughing with various men, and deal with an increasing number of resumes and visit requests.
It's so miserable!
Especially today, Zhang Xuanzhan received instructions from Song Mingjiao and specially picked out a large stack of films, including all the movies that He Wang has participated in since his debut, even the supporting roles that no one cared about.
In the film, the protagonist personally chooses his love rival. Although the term "rival" is unilaterally defined by Zhang Xuanzhan and he doesn't know how others feel, he still wants to tear those things into pieces.
Song Mingjiao has returned to his large villa, which covers a vast area, has a natural environment and is exquisitely decorated.
The villa, which had been closed to visitors for a long time, finally welcomed an "uninvited guest".
He Wang had chosen his clothes specially for today. If they were too formal, he would look old-fashioned and unnatural, which would not be a good idea. But if they were too casual, would it seem that he didn't take this visit seriously enough?
The agent was almost driven crazy by He Wang.
"Brother, please don't treat this ordinary invitation as a proposal, okay?"
"I only know how to break up couples, not bring them together. Don't ask me!"
"Please my brother, when he first came to your house, was he dressed very elegantly?"
He Wang recalled Song Mingjiao's outfit that time. At that time, he was confused by Song Mingjiao's appearance and didn't quite understand it, but now He Wang is sure that Song Mingjiao definitely dressed like that on purpose.
“It’s really very particular.”
“…”
Finally, He Wang, who had been pacing back and forth in front of the villa anxiously for a long time, straightened the casual shirt he had specially picked out and rang the doorbell.
He Wang coughed and was about to say hello to Song Mingjiao in advance through the screen when he saw the annoying face of the bodyguard. He Wang's expression immediately changed and the corners of his mouth drooped.
Song Mingjiao's voice came from the display screen, but he could not be seen. He seemed to be very far away: "He Wang is here? Let him in."
The bodyguard, with a deadpan expression, reluctantly said to the doorman, "Open the door."
He Wang smiled wryly: "Haha, thank you."
He Wang entered the villa. No matter what was happening outside, the villa remained peaceful, as if time had stopped, exactly the same as when He Wang first saw it on the TV screen.
He Wang was unable to catch the live broadcast that day because he was also recording a program, but he watched the recording over and over again. The scene in the villa and Song Mingjiao's introduction were deeply imprinted in He Wang's mind.
"Where is Mingjiao?" The person He Wang had been thinking about day and night was not in the living room.
The bodyguard had a cold face and after a long while he finally pointed the way: "The young master is in the back garden."
He Wang then went there as he was told. The Song family's garden was very large, with dedicated people to take care of all kinds of flowers and plants. They looked well-maintained, with even some rare species. It was almost as good as a small botanical garden.
He Wang walked all the way. At the beginning, there were three or two gardeners, but as he walked further, there were almost no people. He could only hear his own footsteps and the occasional faint calls of birds.
He Wang's heartbeat became faster and faster, and his palms began to sweat. No one gave him a map or clear directions, but he just had a feeling that if he walked along this road, he would see his—
Finally, after turning one corner after another and pushing aside the leaves above his head, a figure came into He Wang's sight.
——It’s Song Mingjiao.
——is his “moon”.
Song Mingjiao stood between the light and shadow, under the wisteria flowers. The sunlight shone through the gaps between the branches and leaves onto Song Mingjiao's hair, and suddenly her hair seemed to be emitting a silver glow.
The wisteria flowers hanging down like a waterfall were shaded beside Song Mingjiao. Several bunches of vines swayed gently in the wind, brushing against Song Mingjiao's hair from time to time.
Song Mingjiao was surrounded by tiny petals, observing the flowers' growth with her eyes lowered. When she heard the noise coming from behind, she turned around and smiled softly, lowering her eyebrows.
"You're here."
*
Later, He Wang had completely lost his memory of how Song Mingjiao took him out.
When Song Mingjiao regained consciousness, he found that the door to the audio-visual room had already been opened and a movie had been played in the room. As for whether Zhang Xuanzhan had played it himself, Song Mingjiao didn't intend to delve into it. He just wanted to complete the task he had instructed.
On the screen, a minor role played by He Wang when he first entered the industry was being played.
It is a war film, in which He Wang plays just an unknown soldier who doesn't even have any lines. This is an archaeological film that even He Wang's loyal fans may not have found.
Song Mingjiao was naturally very casual in his own home, holding a bag of potato chips and watching with great interest.
I didn’t expect that the virtual war scenes in the movie looked so realistic.
But He Wang was even a little flattered. He hadn't expected Song Mingjiao to be so attentive to his lover. Had Song Mingjiao seen every one of his films? Otherwise, why would she find such an obscure film? It must have been very difficult.
But He Wang's eyes quickly darkened again. Had Mo Qinnan been treated this way before? Was this the way Song Mingjiao treated his lover, or was it just him?
He Wang sat down next to Song Mingjiao, looking at his cheeks bulging from eating potato chips. He felt as if something was tickling his heart. He softened his voice and said with some feeling, "You've seen my movies? They're hard to find, right?"
Song Mingjiao had no idea what the person next to him was thinking. He gave him a strange look and said, "Zhang Xuanzhan found it and just sent it to me today. What's wrong?"
He Wang: ...
He should have known.
Song Mingjiao was reminded of this and took the wine next to him, opening the bottle and pouring it himself: "There is also the wine I asked him to pick. I have a lot in my cellar, which is much better than what the program team has."
Song Mingjiao looked a little proud, and deliberately handed the wine glass to He Wang, as if he wanted people to taste it and give him words of praise.
He raised his chin and said, "Drink."
He Wang was silent for a moment, then he picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp. The temperature in the room slowly rose, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "Mingjiao, did you invite me to your house just to drink?"
Song Mingjiao winked and smiled, then, like a magic trick, produced a stack of papers from behind him. "No, it's to show you the financial strength of the sponsor, so that you won't sign the agreement unwillingly. Here, this is it."
It was a sponsorship agreement, but it wasn't so straightforwardly titled. It contained all the obligations of the lover, including how to serve the noble and picky young master.
Song Mingjiao watched He Wang take it and read it carefully, feeling a little curious about the man's reaction.
Mo Qinan has always been psychologically unbalanced because of this. But what about He Wang? With He Wang's status and qualifications in the entertainment industry, does he still need to find a sponsor? Wouldn't he also feel unbalanced?
Song Mingjiao watched He Wang flip to the end, still not putting pen to paper. The smile on his face gradually faded: "What? Are you going to regret it?"
He Wang glanced at him, that look was extremely dark, an emotion that Song Mingjiao could not understand. Then He Wang picked up the pen and signed his name neatly, with such force that the sign penetrated the back of the paper.
The next second, He Wang took another big sip of wine, stood up and pressed Song Mingjiao on the sofa in the room.
Song Mingjiao frowned: "You——"
Before he could finish his words, his lips were sealed and the wine was passed into his mouth.
The man's voice was hoarse: "Is this how you serve me, Master?"
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