Several days have passed.
Xu Li secured several film opportunities for Fu Sang. After the production company finalized the main cast, the investors booked a private room at the Dynasty Hotel.
There are outstanding young men in China, but they are not the majority; most investors are married men in their forties or fifties.
They had probably had a few drinks; both the artists and investors seemed a bit out of it, and they got a little too close while chatting and laughing.
Fu Sang said he was going to the restroom, then got up and left the private room, heading out into the corridor.
She didn't really like this atmosphere, but socializing was an essential part of life.
[Host, I have a small suggestion.]
Fu Sang was getting some fresh air by the window when he heard the system's voice and asked, "Rabbit, what suggestions do you have now?"
Don't let this little cutie go and beat up the investors.
The scene is too unbearable to imagine...
[Host, you can now call or send a voice message to your crush.]
Fu Sang suddenly realized that she had been so busy with work and fulfilling the original owner's wishes these past few days that she had forgotten about her crush.
She took out her phone and made a call.
The call connected in less than half a second.
Suzhou embroidery?
"Hmm..." Fu Sang responded.
The girl's sweet, soft voice seemed a little dazed, as if she were slightly drunk.
Xiao Mu asked directly, "Where are you now?"
Fu Sang's voice unconsciously carried a hint of coquettishness: "Dynasty Hotel."
Xiao Mu raised his hand and glanced at the exquisite wristwatch; the time was around nine o'clock.
Is she drunk at the Dynasty Hotel so late?
"You wait there patiently, I'll be there soon."
"Okay." Fu Sang's tone revealed a hint of happiness.
The door to the private room opened.
"Su Xiu, what are you doing outside? Come in quickly and offer a toast."
Fu Sang's eyes flickered slightly, and he said with a smile, "I'm coming right now."
As soon as she entered the private room, everyone's eyes fell on her, and they jokingly asked her to drink.
About ten minutes later.
The door to the private room was suddenly pushed open, and a tall, slender figure appeared in everyone's sight.
Xiao Mu was wearing a dark blue suit. The well-tailored suit hugged his perfect figure, making him look tall and thin.
His exceptionally handsome face had a slightly cold expression, and his obsidian-like eyes darkened as he coldly swept his gaze around the room.
Then, he walked over to Fu Sang, whose face was slightly flushed.
"Mr. Xiao... Mr. Xiao?" the investor stammered.
Xiao Mu glanced at him indifferently, reached out and grabbed Fu Sang's arm, pulling her into his embrace with a domineering yet gentle gesture.
"I've come to take her back."
The group of people who had originally planned to keep Fu Sang drinking were suddenly startled.
Su Xiu and Xiao Mu...
That was close; I almost took advantage of Xiao Mu's woman.
"So Su Xiu is one of President Xiao's people," the investor said obsequiously. "No wonder she's not only beautiful but also a great actress."
Fu Sang snorted twice and said, "Do you even need to tell me?"
Xiao Mu's eyes darkened; the girl in his arms must be drunk.
The investors, having been rebuked by Fu Sang, dared not be angry or speak out.
Xiao Mu led the girl out of the private room.
There were only the two of them in the elevator.
Fu Sang tugged at Xiao Mu's suit jacket, looked up at his chin with narrowed eyes, and said, "Lower your head."
“?” Xiao Mu looked down at Fu Sang.
The girl reached out and stroked his cheek, giggling, "How can you be so handsome?"
Xiao Mu confirmed a second time that the girl was drunk.
"Do you like it?" he asked in a low voice.
Without hesitation, Fu Sang replied, "I like it."
Xiao Mu felt as if he had been shot in the heart, and his heart was filled with tremendous turmoil.
(￣︶￣) This face is still somewhat useful.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
