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Fu Zhouming and his manager finally got out of Zhao Xianghai's office in despair.

Zhao Xianghai knew that these two guys would definitely go to Xiao Ye.

After all, the film "Chasing the Wind" has an extremely luxurious production team, and it is already full of enthusiasm before the filming starts. It is impossible for Fu Zhouming to let go of such a top resource.

But so what if they went to find Xiao Ye?

Do you think he is afraid of Xiao Ye and dare not confront Xiao Ye head-on?

joke!

Zhao Xianghai turned the signature pen in his hand, his eyes became colder and colder.

When it was time to get off work in the evening, Assistant Wang entered Zhao Xianghai's office as usual, and reconfirmed his work schedule for tomorrow.Afterwards, Assistant Wang said, "Mr. Zhao, the Song Xiu you asked for has already made an appointment for you."

"Well," Zhao Xianghai stopped the pen in his hand, "what did he say?"

"He said..." Assistant Wang, a simple and honest man, blushed in a rare way, "He said, as long as Mr. Zhao wants to see him, even if he is lying in the operating room for plastic surgery, he will come to see you with his gauze covered. "

The corner of Zhao Xianghai's mouth twitched: "...he really said that?"

"That's true," Assistant Wang sighed, "This Song Xiu is quite eloquent. Even in his heart, I'm afraid he just wants to climb a big tree like you."

"He wanted to climb up on me, but he acted so clearly that the desire was written in his eyes." Zhao Xianghai snorted, stood up, took his suit jacket from the side and put it on, "It's better than Fu Zhouming and I His agent's covert, posturing ugliness is much better."

Assistant Wang tilted his neck and thought, "That's true."

"I'm off work first." Zhao Xianghai took his things and patted Assistant Wang on the shoulder. "You should go back earlier."

With that said, he took the car key in his hand, took the elevator downstairs, got in the car, and drove all the way to a restaurant.

Song Xiu had been waiting for him in a reserved box early on.

As soon as Zhao Xianghai opened the door and went in, he saw Song Xiu's handsome face.

"Mr. Zhao," Song Xiu hurriedly stood up and bowed obediently, "You're here."

Zhao Xianghai hummed, took off his coat, and sat down.

"What would Mr. Zhao want to eat?" Song Xiu's eyes lit up.

Zhao Xianghai waved his hand: "I don't have much appetite, you can order whatever you want."

Song Xiu was taken aback, nodded obediently, tried his best to speculate on Zhao Xianghai's preferences, and ordered food.

After the waiter went out, Song Xiu looked at Zhao Xianghai's tired expression, and asked carefully, "Mr. Zhao, are you tired?"

"There's been a lot of things recently, and I'm upset." Zhao Xianghai frowned.

Song Xiu raised his eyebrows knowingly, stood up, walked behind Zhao Xianghai, stretched out his hands, and squeezed his shoulders moderately.

He came here to please Zhao Xianghai.

Among the big names in the industry, Zhao Xianghai is the only one he can admire and admire.

Now that Zhao Xianghai agreed to meet him, he naturally couldn't miss such a good opportunity.

Zhao Xianghai felt Song Xiu's hands kneading his shoulders, and said with a smile, "You do a good job of kneading your shoulders."

Song Xiu's eyes lit up, "I've filmed a massage scene before, and I learned it from the master. If Mr. Zhao doesn't mind it in the future, give me a call and I'll come over right away."

Zhao Xianghai slightly raised his eyebrows, but said nothing.

Song Xiu was blatantly hooking up with him.

Zhao Xianghai felt the strength on his shoulders, but his mind went round and round with Xiao Ye and Fu Zhouming.

He has already broken up with Xiao Ye, and now he is free.

Since Xiao Ye is able to have an affair with Fu Zhouming, he wants to try the taste of love...

Why can't he?

Song Xiu focused on pinching Zhao Xianghai's shoulder, looking at Zhao Xianghai's handsome profile, his heart skipped a beat.

Afterwards, his slender fingers probed into Zhao Xianghai's shirt, and quietly undid the first button of his shirt.

Zhao Xianghai didn't respond.

Song Xiu was overjoyed, touched and rubbed Zhao Xianghai's collarbone and muscles, lowered his head, blew hot air and said, "Thank you Mr. Zhao, you are willing to give me the protagonist of this movie this time."

Zhao Xianghai turned his head slightly and looked at Song Xiu's fair face. Just as he was about to speak, the phone in his pocket vibrated crazily.

Zhao Xianghai frowned, took out his phone and looked at it.

Xiao Ye's two big characters are impressively in sight.

Seeing Zhao Xianghai's displeasure, Song Xiu withdrew his hand.

Zhao Xianghai answered the phone: "Hello?"

"Where are you?" Xiao Ye's cold voice came from there.

Zhao Xianghai ignored him and just snorted softly.

"Zhao Xianghai, you fucking come back to me quickly!"

Zhao Xianghai ignored the cold anger in Xiao Ye's words, and remained steady and calm: "Where am I going, it's none of your business?"

"I want you to come back now!" Xiao Ye has already started to growl.

Hearing his growl, Zhao Xianghai just thought it was funny: "If you have nothing else to do, I'll hang up first."

"Wait!" Xiao Ye gritted his teeth tightly, squeezed out a few words, "Lele has a fever!"

Zhao Xianghai's expression was startled: "What did you say, Lele has a fever?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a beeping sound of hanging up from Xiao Ye.

Zhao Xianghai put down his phone, calmed down, and took a deep breath: "Song Xiu, I'm sorry, I have something urgent. I'll treat you to this meal, and next time we can find another time to talk."

"It's okay." Song Xiu naturally didn't care about these things, "Mr. Zhao, your matter is important."

Zhao Xianghai nodded, quickly put on his coat, trotted out of the restaurant, and drove straight towards home.

When he got home, Xiao Ye was wearing a dark shirt, standing at the door of Lele's room.

"Where is Lele?" Zhao Xianghai took off his coat and was about to enter the room, "I'll go in and see her."

"No need," Xiao Ye stopped him, "I just took the medicine and fell asleep."

Zhao Xianghai paused, "Why did you suddenly have a fever?"

"The teacher said that she went swimming today and was wet and blown by the wind for a long time," Xiao Ye said solemnly, "The doctor has come to see her just now, and she is fine for the time being."

Zhao Xianghai heaved a sigh of relief.

Xiao Ye quietly looked at the man standing in front of him with his cold eyes.

When he saw Zhao Xianghai's open neckline, his eyes widened sharply.

Zhao Xianghai is a rigorous man. When he wears clothes, the cuffs of his shirt must be about two centimeters longer than the cuffs of his suit jacket. Every button is buttoned neatly. The whole person is like a most perfect work of art.

And at this moment, his neckline is wide open...

Xiao Ye suddenly blocked Zhao Xianghai like a cheetah on combat readiness: "Where did you go just now?"

Zhao Xianghai recovered, and stared at Xiao Ye strangely: "What are you doing so much? Lele is not here now, we don't need to act."

"Let me ask you." Xiao Ye took two steps closer, his fiery eyes following Zhao Xianghai closely, "Who did you meet and what did you do just now?"