When he came in, he glanced at Xie Shizhu's face, a smile flashed across his indifferent eyes, and then he noticed that there was a man sitting next to Xie Shizhu, and his mood suddenly sank.
Ji Ze felt his scalp tingling after being stared at, so he took the initiative to move away and ran to the empty seat next to the director.
The director shook hands with Song Xiuyun warmly and said, "I'm very happy that you can come. Please take a seat."
Song Xiuyun nodded slightly and sat down next to Xie Shizhu naturally.
Xie Shizhu poked Song Xiuyun's waist with his hand hidden under the table, and then the man's big, bony palm rested on the back of her hand, soothing her and preventing her from moving.
She raised her head and looked at Song Xiujun. The man was still calm and composed. Even in such an occasion, he still remained distant and indifferent, but the hand hidden under the table was holding her right hand tightly.
The director hurriedly opened the bottle and personally poured a glass of wine for Song Xiujun. Just as he was about to pour it for Xie Shizhu, Song Xiujun said calmly, "No need."
The director was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "Okay."
The reason why Song Xiuyun came was because his company also invested in this drama.
Since he came in, the lively scene has become unusually quiet.
The director hurriedly eased the atmosphere and asked the male lead Jiang Jing to toast Song Xiuyun.
Jiang Jing was somewhat reluctant, but Song Xiuyun was one of the investors of this drama. As an artist in the entertainment industry, he was ultimately working for these capitalists.
With a faint smile on his lips, he slowly walked up to Song Xiuyun with a glass of wine in hand and said respectfully, "Mr. Song, I didn't have time to greet you properly the last time we met. This time, I'll toast you a glass."
When he came in front of Song Xiujun, Song Xiujun stood up, holding the goblet with his slender fingertips, squinting his eyes slightly, and looking at the river view.
Jiang Jing felt numb all over when he was stared at by him, and he always felt that Song Xiujun looked at him with hatred.
Hatred?
When Jiang Jing wanted to see the emotions in Song Xiuyun's eyes, there was only darkness in the other person's pupils.
Song Xiujun said softly with thin lips: "Hmm."
Jiang Jing raised his glass and lowered it slightly. When it just touched Song Xiuyun's glass, the other party tilted his glass slightly, and the red wine in the glass spilled out and splashed onto his clothes.
A subtle hint of mockery flashed across Song Xiujun's eyes, then quickly vanished. He said apologetically, "I'm sorry."
Jiang Jing's chest was wet. He frowned slightly, feeling that Song Xiujun did it on purpose.
He calmed down and laughed, saying, "It's okay."
The scene was a bit awkward. Xie Shizhu picked up her chopsticks and continued eating without a care in the world. Just as she swallowed, the man's cold voice rang out from above her head: "Didn't you say to eat less of this?"
Xie Shizhu was stunned for a moment, then pouted in dissatisfaction: "You usually control me and don't let me eat, so what's wrong with me eating a little?"
The director was stunned for a moment, and quickly waved to Jiang Jing to return to his seat.
Xie Shizhu poked the plate with his chopsticks and grumbled, "Not all beef is synthetic!"
Song Xiujun frowned slightly, and after sitting down, he snatched the chopsticks from Xie Shizhu's hand. He said patiently, "We'll eat when we get back to North City."
Xie Shizhu folded his arms, turned his head away from him, and seemed angry.
The director was in a dilemma. Are they about to have a quarrel?
President Han tried to smooth things over by saying, "It's my treat today, everyone, enjoy your meal."
The director quickly agreed, "Yes, don't be polite, eat up President Han's money."
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone buried their heads and started eating.
When everyone thought that the two were going to quarrel over this trivial matter, Song Xiuyun's expression changed from gloomy to calm. Under everyone's stealth gaze, he took a pair of clean chopsticks, picked up a few slices of beef, waited for a while, and then slowly put them on his plate, and then picked up the plate and placed it in front of Xie Shizhu.
"Eat it."
Xie Shizhu finally turned his head to look at Song Xiuyun, and found that there was an extra piece of beef in front of him. He laughed, "Yeah! I will only eat what you give me, and I will definitely not eat more."
Song Xiujun's brows softened: "Yeah."
Everyone: “…”
The director was shocked for a moment, so was it Mr. Song who compromised first?
Ji Ze opened his mouth wide, and the hot pot in front of him suddenly became tasteless. He really thought that these two people were just pretending, but after seeing them today, he was really enlightened.
The meal lasted until around ten o'clock in the evening. The director was drunk and his face was red. Xie Shizhu also drank two glasses. When she was about to drink the third glass, Song Xiuyun stopped her.
The director came to his senses a little and stopped Xie Shizhu. He then sent the script of the next play to Xie Shizhu's mobile phone.
Seeing this scene, Jiang Jing's face flashed with surprise. He had been communicating with the director for a long time about this play, but the other party's attitude was ambiguous and he never gave a reply.
He finally backed off and got other scripts.
Now the director didn't even hesitate and directly gave Xie Shizhu the role of the female lead.
He was in a bad mood. It was indeed different when you had a backer.
After the celebration banquet, the director and President Han personally saw Xie Shizhu and President Song off to the car.
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When Xie Shizhu returned to the hotel, his face was red and his eyes were dull. He kept smiling foolishly at Song Xiuyun's face.
The system exclaimed: [Host, what's going on? The malicious value has dropped to 25 again!]
Xie Shizhu was silent for a moment and said, "Oh, don't bother me."
system:【……】
Song Xiujun looked at her disdainfully and asked indifferently, "Drinking? How did you end up in the hospital last time? Have you forgotten?"
Xie Shizhu smiled innocently and said, "I'm happy today."
Song Xiujun couldn't help but pinch her face. Then, he walked to the window and called his special assistant to send some hangover medicine. As soon as he dialed the number, the woman's soft body pressed against his back, and her tone was weak and powerless: "I'm so hot, can you cool me down?"
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