Zhuang Ran held back her laughter. How could she not know that Xie Shizhu almost lost his job?
She pretended to know nothing and said, "Okay."
Zhuang Ran raised his wrist to check the time, then stood up and reminded him before leaving: "I have something else to do, so please be careful here."
When she saw Xie Shizhu just now, she found that many men were staring at her covetously, like a sheep among a pack of wolves.
"knew."
After Zhuang Ran left, Wang Hao's face showed anger.
He had just stepped on his own business card, but now he was carefully holding the business card given by Zhuang Ran.
Do you look down on yourself?
Anger flashed in Wang Hao's eyes. He walked straight to Xie Shizhu and looked down at her. Wang Hao smiled mockingly, took out another business card slowly, and stuffed it directly into the bodice of Xie Shizhu's dress.
Xie Shizhu was stunned, his face full of shock.
The cold business card was stuck in her bra, with a corner slightly exposed.
Wang Hao raised a scornful smile at the corner of his mouth. "Ms. Xie, you just stepped on my business card. Don't you even consider your own status? Aren't all the female celebrities in your entertainment industry easily slept with for a little bit of favor? I advise you to be smart and follow me while I'm still a little interested in you..."
Before he finished speaking, there was a commotion behind him. Xie Shizhu's originally cold eyes instantly turned red with grievance after he caught a glimpse of the man who was the center of attention.
She sniffed and looked at the man who was approaching from a distance.
Song Xiuyun was dressed in a suit and tie. He had a tall and slender figure, superior bone structure, and an extremely eye-catching appearance.
Several people stood beside him, speaking respectfully and observing his expression.
They noticed that Song Xiujun's eyes were fixed on a woman in a corner, and they immediately followed his gaze.
Wang Hao blocked Xie Shizhu's sight and said mockingly, "No wonder you didn't accept my business card. You're so ambitious that you actually want to get close to Song Xiujun..."
Then, the Song Xiuyun he mentioned stood behind him.
Wang Hao felt a chill running up his spine. He quickly turned his head and saw the man's dark eyes.
"Mr. Song," Wang Hao was startled, then quickly smiled, "You're here too."
Song Xiuyun ignored him, glanced at the tearful woman out of the corner of his eye, then glanced at her chest and found something similar to a business card on her bodice.
He turned his gaze to Wang Hao's face, his eyes containing a hint of coldness.
Xie Shizhu burst into tears, his cry echoing throughout the banquet.
She threw herself into Song Xiujun's arms, resting her head on his chest, her shoulders trembling, "Woo woo woo..."
System: [Host, your crying scared me.]
Song Xiujun took a deep breath and put his arm around her waist. He could probably guess something, and his heart was filled with regret, but also with endless pity.
The man's bony palm gently stroked her back, and his tone was gentle: "Don't cry, okay?"
It would have been fine if he hadn't said anything, but as soon as he opened his mouth, Xie Shizhu seemed to have found an outlet for his crying. His shoulders trembled as he cried, and he even burped.
Wang Hao stood there in a daze, glancing at Xie Shizhu and Song Xiuyun.
In an instant, my hands and feet became cold.
Song Xiujun glanced at him coldly, put his arm around Xie Shizhu's waist, and left the banquet directly.
Wang Hao swallowed and stood there like a fool.
The few people who had just come with Song Xiuyun glared at him complainingly.
"I finally invited Mr. Song, but now the cooperation has not been negotiated. Who will compensate me for the loss?" After he finished speaking, he glanced at the culprit.
Wang Hao gritted his teeth, gave a few people an awkward smile, and ran away in shame.
*
In the hotel.
Xie Shizhu cried inconsolably, his little face full of tear marks.
Song Xiujun lifted her chin and wiped the tears from her face bit by bit.
"Aren't you filming? Why are you here?" Song Xiuyun held her on his lap and stared at her with his eyelashes lowered.
When Xie Shizhu spoke, his voice was unclear, as if he was very aggrieved.
"Sister Zhang said that I had run out of resources and that I would be waiting to be terminated after filming this drama. She wanted me to come here and maybe get some resources."
Xie Shizhu muttered to himself, looked up at Song Xiuyun, and smiled under the man's scrutinizing eyes. Then he showed him the business card in his hand.
"Look, this is the resource I picked up today. Ms. Zhuang asked me to endorse her company's brand."
Song Xiujun pursed her lips, took out the business card from her bodice with her long fingers, and stared at the company name on it with a stagnant look.
Xie Shizhu kissed Song Xiuyun's Adam's apple, snuggled into his arms, and placed his hands on the man's neck.
"I'll never come to a place like this again," she said pathetically, "but I'm glad you came."
Song Xiujun caressed her eyes lovingly, his tone cold and indifferent: "Yeah."
He stared at Xie Shizhu's lips closely, his fingers sliding over her lips, rubbing them as if trying to wipe off something.
Xie Shizhu frowned slightly: "What's wrong with you?"
Song Xiuyun withdrew his hand, quickly leaned over to push her down, and placed his hands on her ears.
A cool breeze blew in from the floor-to-ceiling windows of the hotel room. Xie Shizhu shivered, and her lips, which were slightly swollen from being rubbed by his fingers, murmured, "I'm a little cold."
Song Xiuyun's eyes gradually became hot, his thin lips moved closer to her ear, and his low and hoarse voice enveloped her.
"It will be hot soon."
*
The next day, while Xie Shizhu was washing up, he stared at himself in the mirror and let out a long sigh.
She brushed her teeth angrily and couldn't help but say, "Why did you leave a mark on my collarbone!"
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