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Song Zhen returned to the company.

Ye Xiaoshuang was like an eggplant beaten by frost, turned on the computer for him, clicked on the internal mail, and then obediently stood aside.

The latest one is the company's approval of the "Scumbag Collection" planning case.

Song Zhen felt a headache when he saw these four words.

He rubbed his temples: "This kind of thing..."

He raised his head, and saw Jiang Ji and Ye Xiaoshuang looking at him pitifully like the little daughter-in-law who did something wrong.

Song Zhen stretched out a finger: "You..."

"Boss, I was wrong..." Ye Xiaoshuang clasped his hands together and said aggrievedly, "In order to preserve the essence of this plan, I deliberately didn't even change the name..."

Song Zhen: "Shut up!"

He was almost pissed off by Ye Xiaoshuang, he managed to suppress his anger, and asked calmly: "There is no other way, why not withdraw and make a new one?"

In order not to let such embarrassing things flow out, he can even rewrite a serious script.

Jiang Ji and Ye Xiaoshuang looked at each other.

Song Zhen frowned: "What's going on?"

Jiang Ji licked his lips: "Actually, when this incident just happened, I thought of this method, but you also know that the procedures of such a big company are extremely troublesome..."

Song Zhen heard his temples throbbing: "Say the key point."

Jiang Ji said quickly, "You can only talk to Xie Zhao in person."

The word "yourself" was specially accented.

Song Zhen: "..."

Seeing his changing expression, Jiang Ji asked Ye Xiaoshuang to go down.

"How to do?"

Song Zhen seemed to have made up his mind, raised his chin, and signaled him: "Call Xie Zhao."

Jiang Ji took out his mobile phone, dialed Xie Zhao's number, and handed it to Song Zhen.

The call was connected within a few seconds of dialing.

Xie Zhao's smiling voice came through the microphone: "Aji, what's the matter?"

"It's me." Song Zhen said.

Xie Zhao was stunned for a moment, and his voice became softer: "Zhenzhen, why don't you use your mobile phone?"

Song Zhen: "It's blocked."

Xie Zhao: "..."

After Song Zhen yelled at Xie Zhao, he finally let out a sigh of relief and said, "Mr. Xie, the planning proposal submitted by our studio was a staff mistake. I wonder if it can be withdrawn?"

Xie Zhao chuckled: "Zhenzhen, the company's system cannot be changed easily. The planning proposal has been passed, so of course it cannot be withdrawn at will."

Song Zhen: "..."

He held his breath and continued: "Mr. Xie, I remember that the company's system says that planning proposals need to make a statement of the main policy. After being evaluated by the production department, they will be submitted to the leaders for approval. Our planning procedures are not up to standard, and it is normal to withdraw them." Bar."

Xie Zhao didn't rush or panic: "These procedures are not necessary, the company has always been special for good projects."

Song Zhen: "...We are a listed company anyway, so don't do things so casually, aren't you afraid of affecting the stock price?"

Xie Zhao let out a muffled laugh: "This is what the management needs to consider. Is Zhenzhen interested in the management now?"

Song Zhen: "..."

He didn't want to go around in circles with Xie Zhao anymore, and asked directly: "What do you want?"

Xie Zhao: "Zhenzhen, it's hard to talk about this kind of thing on the phone, let's make an appointment."

Song Zhen: "In 10 minutes, the company's downstairs coffee shop."

Xie Zhao: "It's not appropriate to talk about such an important matter in a cafe."

Song Zhen gritted his teeth, but now he is asking for someone, so he can only swallow his breath: "Then Mr. Xie said, where is it suitable?"

Xie Zhao didn't seem to hear the deep resentment in his words, and said with a smile: "I know a very good French restaurant, and the seat has been reserved, at six o'clock tonight."

"it is good."

After Song Zhen finished speaking, he hung up the phone directly.

The office fell into silence for a moment.

Of course Jiang Ji knew how much Song Zhen was unwilling to get involved with Xie Zhao, and he felt a little regretful. He shouldn't have been so hasty in the first place, but ended up trapping his brother.

He was cruel: "How about we pay liquidated damages..."

Unexpectedly, Song Zhen raised his head instantly: "Impossible!"

When the time comes to leave the stars, everything will start from scratch, and money will be spent everywhere, of course, you can't spend it indiscriminately.

Moreover, the money he worked so hard to knock out word by word must not be given to Xie Zhao.

Jiang Ji: "What if, I mean, what if Xie Zhao wants to make some excessive demands?"

At the Golden Crane Awards, everyone knew Xie Zhao's desire to get back together, and Jiang Ji was also worried.

Song Zhen narrowed his eyes: "Don't worry, I won't do anything unless it is absolutely necessary."

Looking at his cold gaze, Jiang Ji suddenly felt a certain part of his body was a little cold.

He sincerely prayed that Xie Zhao was a little bit measured in this kind of matter, and he really didn't want to hire a lawyer for his partner because of the crime of intentional injury.

You have to wear formal clothes to eat French food, not to mention that the French restaurant that Xie Zhao chose was a high-end one.

However, Song Zhen has no requirements for what to wear, and most of the wardrobe is casual clothes.

The only formal attire was designed by Meng Zang'an when he participated in the Golden Crane Awards.

Song Zhen looked at the clothes tightly covered by the dust cover, and suddenly felt a little complicated.

He unconsciously thought that if it was Meng Zang'an, he would not be as aggressive as Xie Zhao, but would quietly settle the matter for him, making him have to owe him a favor.

Wait, why did you suddenly think of Meng Zang'an? !

Song Zhen woke up in time, and then warned himself in his heart.

Meng Zang'an is not a good thing either, it's just that he looks like a person by setting off his peers.

He shook his head, throwing these messy things out of his mind.

After searching for a long time, I finally found a casual suit that I could barely wear.

He didn't ask Jiang Ji and Ye Xiaoshuang to see him off, and drove to the restaurant by himself.

The waiter parked the car for him, and someone led him to the reserved spot.

This is a restaurant in the sky, surrounded by frontal floor-to-ceiling glass, which can completely see the night view of the entire city.

When Song Zhen got to his seat, he found that Xie Zhao had already arrived.

Compared with Song Zhen, he was dressed very formally. When he saw Song Zhen coming, he signaled the waiter to inform the chef to start cooking.

Song Zhen wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Xie Zhao: "Zhenzhen, this restaurant specially hired a Michelin three-star chef from France. The food is currently available. Let's talk about it after we finish eating."

Song Zhen wanted something from others, so naturally he couldn't say no.

French cuisine is delicately cooked and very cumbersome. The dishes are brought up one by one, and they are removed for another one after they have tasted it.

Song Zhen had to suppress the irritability in her heart and force herself to focus on the food.

By the time dessert was served, Song Zhen was already slightly drunk.

Xie Zhao looked at the faint blush on his cheeks, and suddenly a memory from a long time ago popped up in his mind, the corners of his lips slightly curved: "Zhenzhen, do you still remember that you invited me to the western restaurant on my 20th birthday?" ?”

"Because the two of us don't know western food etiquette, we were ridiculed by the waiter, and we left without finishing our food."

"At that time, I thought, I must stand out and take you to the most upscale French restaurant, so that everyone will treat you respectfully and not let you suffer any grievances."

Song Zhen's mind was a little dull. He raised his head, looked into Xie Zhao's tender eyes, and said slowly, "About the memory of that day, I only remember the last fireworks I watched on the river bank."

"But Xie Zhao, you only remember those humiliations and unwillingness."

"You don't understand love, you just want to take revenge on the world. I thought I could change you before, but it turns out that I can't. So I gave up, and you just don't want to be given up by me."

Probably due to the effect of alcohol, Song Zhen said all the things he wouldn't normally say.

Xie Zhao's face froze slightly: "I'm not..."

Song Zhen waved his hand: "Is it not important, let me say it again, Xie Zhao, even if I loved you once, it's over, and I don't want to have anything to do with you..."

Xie Zhao's breathing became heavier, and his nails were almost embedded in his palms. With this kind of pain, he could barely maintain his sanity: "No, Zhenzhen, you just hate me..."

There was a fragility visible to the naked eye between Xie Zhao's eyebrows.

He is so strong that he never shows such emotions in front of others.

But now he is like a child who has lost the most important thing, and he can only maintain his faltering hope by relying on self-deception.

If it were Song Zhen seven years ago, he might be moved, but now he just punctures his fantasy coldly: "You think too much, you don't hate, you just hate it."

Xie Zhao stood up suddenly, and the chair dragged on the ground with a piercing sound.

The waiter hurried over: "Mr. Xie, is there anything I can help you with?"

Xie Zhao's chest rose and fell. Looking at Song Zhen's indifferent expression, he felt as if someone had poured a bottle of sulfuric acid on his chest, corroding his flesh, bones, and even his heart.

He didn't expect Song Zhen to be so ruthless.

He waited for a long time before waving to the waiter: "It's okay."

The waiter looked at them incredulously, but finally left.

Xie Zhao closed his eyes, suppressed the pain in his eyes, and then said: "If this can relieve your hatred, I don't care."

"I can satisfy you whatever you want, whether it's fame or fortune, even if you want me to kneel..."

He paused, "You can take revenge on me any way you want, as long as you come back to me."

Song Zhen sighed: "Xie Zhao, you haven't changed in all these years. You are still so self-centered and don't consider other people's ideas at all."

Xie Zhao refused to admit it: "If this is called self-centeredness, then when you chased me back then, wasn't it the same?"

"Zhenzhen, why did you call the start and decide the end without authorization!"

Song Zhen: "..."

He had calmed down slowly at this time, thinking that he had come to see Xie Zhao originally to withdraw the planning case, but ended up talking about what was there and what was not, and it turned out that alcohol was harmful.

It is obviously inappropriate to raise a plan now, it is a waste of a meal.

Song Zhen made a decision, so he stopped procrastinating. He didn't want to argue with Xie Zhao, but just said perfunctorily: "OK, OK, I was wrong, I apologize to you."

"waiter, Bill please!"

"Zhenzhen!"

Xie Zhao couldn't bear it anymore, grabbed his wrist and tried to hug him into his arms.

Song Zhen's blood surged up, and his cheeks and ears were red again.

Xie Zhao bowed his head, seeing all this, his heart softened again: "Zhenzhen..."

Before he could finish speaking, his foot suddenly hurt, followed by another elbow on his abdomen.

Just as he was bending over to endure the pain, a plate of sticky, sweet and greasy stuff fell off his head with a "snap".

In a blur, he only saw the back of Song Zhenyang walking away, and the screams of the waiter beside him.