Chapter 21 I'm dying of laughter. You're really pretending.
"Song Mo is not such a petty person."
Ling Sheng didn't say how well he knew Song Mo, but he shouldn't bother with a little girl.
Hearing his words, Song Nanxi smiled.
Ling Sheng caught the flash of sadness in her eyes.
She still said in a nonchalant tone, "Oh, yes, yes, yes. Song Mo is a good brother in the eyes of his sister and a favored child in the eyes of his friends. You two are good friends who grew up together. Compared with your relationship, what am I, an outsider? Just think of it as me judging others by my own standards."
Song Nanxi stood up and said, "In your eyes, I have been bullying Song Yirou, haven't I?"
She looked at Ling Sheng with a distant look, as if she was looking at an insignificant stranger.
It was as if his cunning and dishonest side had never appeared before.
Ling Sheng felt inexplicably blocked in his heart.
He didn't like Song Nanxi looking at him like that!
"You are also Song Mo's sister." Ling Sheng looked at Song Nanxi calmly, "Why are you angry? What did I say to make you unhappy?"
Song Nanxi tilted her head and smiled at him, but her fox eyes were full of sarcasm: "If I tell you, will you apologize?"
Ling Sheng thought about it and nodded, "Yes."
Song Nanxi was stunned.
The man has sharp facial lines and looks very serious and unapproachable when he is not smiling.
Of course, it was never an illusion. Ling Sheng has always been this kind of person.
"If anything I said offended you unintentionally, I apologize," Ling Sheng said in a gentle voice, as if he was comforting a small animal with spikes all over its body. "Song Nanxi, I just want you to know one thing. I am your agent and your nominal boss."
"It is true that Song Mo and I have a good relationship, but Song Yirou is only my good friend's sister. She is nothing special to me, and I will not stand up for her just because you are targeting her on purpose. Do you understand?"
"First of all, you are my artist, and the only thing I need to do is to be responsible for your future. Secondly, how is my friend's sister? That is not something I need to care about."
After Ling Sheng finished speaking, he looked at Song Nanxi quietly, waiting for her reaction.
To be honest, Song Nanxi was a little surprised that Ling Sheng would explain so much to her.
But - of course she wouldn't miss such a good opportunity!
Song Nanxi licked her lips, "What about me? In your eyes, Brother Ling, am I just your contracted artist? If other artists were here, would Brother Ling say so much to coax them?"
coax?
Ling Sheng felt that he was analyzing rationally.
He frowned, "Those people wouldn't dare."
He has the final say over the entire Huanxing. Every time those artists see him, they are like mice seeing a cat. In fact, Ling Sheng doesn't care whether those artists are afraid of him or not.
It's good to be awe-inspiring when you're in power.
"laugh……"
Song Nanxi couldn't help laughing, and drew out her tone with interest, "Oh - I see, but what you meant just now is that Song Mo is not petty, so I am the one who is petty?"
You are quite petty now—Ling Sheng complained secretly.
He was helpless: "Deliberately misinterpreting my meaning?"
Song Nanxi snorted softly.
"But I'm really hurt by you. In your eyes, Song Mo is a gentleman, and I'm the villain who speculates about him behind his back?"
Ling Sheng had a headache: "..."
This was the first time in his life that someone had left him so helpless. If it had been any other artist, he would have…
"Okay, I'll forgive my inappropriate words. So, tell me, how can we get over this?"
Song Nanxi's eyes rolled, and her sight moved down to Ling Sheng's chest muscles that were so full that they almost burst his shirt. She didn't know how he trained them, but she had long been curious about the feel of touching them -
"Anything?"
Ling Sheng looked at Song Nanxi's cunning face and found that the previous Song Nanxi had returned.
I felt inexplicably relieved.
He frowned and didn't dare to agree to anything.
Afraid that Song Nanxi would come up with something bad.
"Tell me, I'll think about it."
"I will never make it difficult for you. Am I the kind of person who can't tell the difference between the important and the unimportant?" Song Nanxi leaned forward, his eyes bright and sincere, "Brother Ling, can you let me touch your chest muscles?"
Ling Sheng's brain froze for a moment.
Suspecting that I had misheard, I asked, "What?"
Song Nanxi moved closer, eager to try, "Brother Ling, your chest muscles look very good. I have never touched a man's chest in my life. Can you fulfill my wish?"
After hearing what Song Nanxi said, Ling Sheng's eyes went dark.
His face darkened.
"Song, Nan, Xi!"
Ling Sheng gritted his teeth, "Do you want to listen to what you are saying? You are a female star!"
"Female celebrities are also human beings. Everyone is lustful, so what have I done wrong?" Song Nanxi didn't think there was a problem at all.
On the contrary, Ling Sheng's chest muscles are so big, isn't it just for people to touch?
mean!
"So will it work or not?" Song Nanxi looked eagerly.
He reached out his hand tentatively.
"No!" Ling Sheng's eyelids twitched fiercely, and he grabbed Song Nanxi's two hands that were causing trouble, "Don't even think about it!"
"Really? Didn't you say you would compensate me?" Song Nanxi was ready to struggle again.
Ling Sheng sneered, "If you really want to hold a grudge, then do it."
He must be crazy to be soft-hearted to Song Nanxi when she just showed a vulnerable look. This woman is obviously best at taking advantage of the situation!
Song Nanxi curled her lips, and was sure that Ling Sheng would never let her touch her, so she pulled her hand back quickly.
She slumped down on the table and became her weird self again.
"It's so funny. If you don't want to touch me, then don't do it. I don't really want to. In fact, your breasts are just so-so, just a little bit bigger than the average man's, and far worse than those of a borderline guy. Haha, it's so funny. You're really pretentious!"
Ling Sheng's heart was throbbing. He looked at the woman lying on the table, complaining, and felt angry and amused.
"Before you say that, why don't you take your eyes off my chest?"
Song Nanxi puffed up her cheeks and looked away angrily.
She lay there, unhappily trying to pull out a pot of small-leaved red nanmu on Ling Sheng's desk. The poor green plant soon became bald.
If the green plants had consciousness, they would probably be trembling at this moment.
Ling Sheng closed his eyes and felt that what Song Nanxi wanted to pull more than the green plants might be his hair.
Ling Sheng rushed to rescue the small-leafed red nan tree before it was plucked bald by Song Nanxi. He moved the green plant away and suddenly remembered something. He narrowed his eyes unkindly, "Song Nanxi, tell me honestly, you always say that you are a borderline man, but you haven't done anything behind my back, right?"
Song Nanxi paused playing with the leaves, then raised her eyes innocently.
She remained lying down, her eyelashes long and thick, and her clear eyes looked over innocently.
"It's unfair, sir, I'm a good citizen!"
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