Jiang Xi almost thought she had made a mistake. Just as she turned to leave, Han Chen's unique voice rang out: "So... I am the little angel's ideal type?"
The man came out from behind a tree trunk more than ten meters away, holding a cigarette between his index and ring fingers. The finger bones were clearly visible, and from a distance, he looked like a work of art.
Jiang Xi curled his lips and said, "Mr. Han must be the ideal type for many women."
She did not deny it directly, after all, Mr. Han was an investor of Tanggu Studio.
Han Chen squinted at her. Fine shadows of light passed through the rustling leaves, casting flickering light on the girl's face. Her thick bangs concealed the agility he had once seen.
Such a clean girl actually experienced the most terrifying thing in the world.
"Sorry, I just happened to be smoking a cigarette here when you guys came over."
Han smiled.
Jiang Xi noticed that the cigarette butt between his fingertips flickered, but he never took a puff.
I'm afraid I'm not in a good mood.
According to Han Chen's location, there was only one exit from the playground. He had indeed arrived first. It was Jiang Xi's fault for not noticing it at first. He had been eavesdropped twice by the same person. Jiang Xi was secretly complaining, but he politely said goodbye: "The bell has rung for a while. I have to go to class. Mr. Han, please do as you please."
"Hmm."
Han Chen responded unenthusiastically. A moment later, a young secretary in a suit and tie came in carrying a briefcase and said respectfully, "Boss, the contract has been signed."
"Hmm."
"Also, Master Chu has invited you to a party at Jindingmen in S City tonight."
Shen Yuefei handed over Han Chen's personal cell phone. The boss had been acting strangely these past few days. He'd been drinking with someone all night yesterday, and early this morning he said he wanted to visit his wife's alma mater. His wife had been dead for so long...
Han Chen threw the burnt-out cigarette butt into the trash can and clapped his hands: "Let's go."
Shen Yuefei followed, and the low-key Mercedes-Benz drove silently into the tree-lined path beside the playground. Han Chen looked at the camphor tree flashing by the side of the road, his eyes moving slightly, swiping the screen, unlocking, and dialing, all in one go.
"Fatty."
"Brother Han, this is amazing! I finally got your 800-year-old cell phone back from my secretary. Tell me, what do you want me to do?"
Fatty Tang's cheerful voice came from the receiver. Han Chen curled his lips and said, "No big deal. I have an invitation to the Masked Singer. Do you want one?"
Masked Singer?
Is this a competition jointly organized by all live streaming platforms like Doujia TV and Apple TV, with only two top streamers from each platform participating? The competition will be broadcast live on all online platforms, and the hype is already heating up before it even starts!
It’s a pity that except for Sister Yi, it’s difficult for others to get a letter.
Tang Gu was immediately excited: "Yes, yes, yes, Brother Han, you are my real brother!"
"One condition."
"You say, you say."
"This invitation can only belong to Jiang Xi."
Han Chen recalled the fleeting glance of the girl in the fragmented light and shadow. She was like a ferocious lone wolf that could break someone's neck at any time, with a fresh and sharp ruthlessness.
Tang Gu scratched his head in embarrassment: "Brother Han, Jiang Xi is just a newcomer. If she wants to compete, she will probably be criticized to death!"
"You can ask her."
Han Chen hung up the phone, threw it to his secretary, and closed his eyes: "Drive."
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