She became the white moonlight of the black lotus

Look at the jumping name on the screen.

Huo Xingyu was stunned, his heart filled with disbelief.

Ning Xiangxiang?

Ning Xiangxiang called himself?

Huo Xingyu slowly sat up straight with her loose body leaning against the back of the chair, staring blankly at the caller ID.

How could she have her own number.

Could it be, could it be that Ning Xiangxiang inquired about it from others, and then secretly saved it?

Seeing the beating name, the corners of Huo Xingyu's lips couldn't help curling up a little.

What are you going to say to her?

Do you want to say thank you for letting her be the spokesperson, or do you want to say thank you for letting their crew resume work?

No matter which one it was, seeing this pulsating call was enough to make her feel a little better.

Huo Xingyu squinted at the name, the corners of his lips slightly raised, and his round fingertips were just about to touch the green answer button.

The screen instantly went dark.

The other party has cut off the call.

Looking at the dark screen, Huo Xingyu was stunned.

Just... hang up? ?

She couldn't help flipping through the call records, her cold eyes fixed on the screen, clearly showing the time of incoming calls.

【Ring for 12 seconds】

Huo Xingyu fell silent.

Ning Xiangxiang hung up the phone if she didn't answer the phone for 12 seconds?

Why didn't she realize that Ning Xiangxiang was such a tempered person before?

When they got married, if Ning Xiangxiang didn't know if she would go home for dinner, he would wait for her in the living room until she came home.

Why did you hang up the phone after 12 seconds?

It's all her Huo Xingyu, why is there such a big difference in treatment between the previous life and this life? ?

She endured it, but she still couldn't, feeling a little bit wronged in her heart.

As a person who never procrastinates, never looks forward and backward, and thinks a lot.

Huo Xingyu looked at the red missed call and thought in a little confusion.

Want to call back?

Doesn't that make it seem like you care too much?

Obviously she secretly saved her number, and secretly called her like this? If I called her back in a hurry, wouldn't I be too embarrassing?

If Ning Xiangxiang had something important to do with him, he would probably call again, right?

Thinking about it, Huo Xingyu put the phone on the unopened brown-yellow leather envelope.

She supported her face with one hand, and the Makie fountain pen inlaid with mother-of-pearl and gold kept turning over her fingertips, and the gold pen tip scratched the document from time to time.

Suddenly hearing a knock on the door, Huo Xingyu looked up, and saw Secretary Song standing sideways at the door, asking, "Boss Huo, the painting is here, do you have time to look at it?"

Seeing Huo Xingyu nodding, she turned sideways and directed the staff to move the paintings into the spacious office.

The staff of the gallery uncovered the cloth covering the paintings. Secretary Song put on white gloves, stood in front, pointed to the first painting and introduced: "This is last year's cutting-edge painter, using bold and bright colors. This is her painting. The most outstanding piece in the medium-picture series, won..."

Huo Xingyu stared at the painting boredly, as long as she was separated from her work, her mind would not be able to concentrate.

Looking at the Madonna of the Rabbit, a fusion of Magritte's surrealism and Van Eyck's classicism, she couldn't help thinking, why hasn't Ning Xiangxiang called herself yet?

Her gaze casually swept across the dark phone screen.

Did you ignore it when you were working just now?

Huo Xingyu endured it but still couldn't, and turned on his phone.

No news at all.

"Mr. Huo, what do you think of this picture? Do you want to keep it?"

"It's not that good." Huo Xingyu flipped the phone up, and the expression on his face became a little more ugly.

Secretary Song winked at the side, and the second painting was quickly moved to the front by the staff.

"This is an early work of the master, made in Japan..."

Looking at the lonely moon hanging in the sky on the painting, the lush green pine forest below and the pear tree in the foreground, Huo Xingyu asked, "Do we have a similar vacation spot?"

"Yes, it's a resort built a few years ago in the neighboring city, and the entire garden is the one with antique buildings."

"Lend it to the crew."

Hearing this, Secretary Song looked at her who was sitting across from her suspiciously, hesitated for a while before asking, "Aren't you the most disgusted about lending the location to the film crew, especially the kind of commercial filming?"

"That's right..." Huo Xingyu nodded calmly: "So you didn't see the obvious displeasure on my face?"

Secretary Song fell silent.

She stared blankly at the expression on Huo Xingyu's face that was no different from before.

That contemptuous gaze, and the slightly drooping corners of the mouth outlined an expression of indifference, combined to form the beautiful and arrogant Huo Xingyu in front of him.

If this expression is used as the standard for judging whether Gao is unhappy, then her boss is unhappy 365 days a year.

But this kind of thing can never be said in person.

Thinking about it, Secretary Song nodded in agreement, and followed her words: "It can be seen that you are indeed in a bad mood."

After receiving approving looks from Huo Xingyu, she continued: "Minister Chen said before that Director Li really wanted to rent a scenic spot with us for filming. His new film has a strong cast and the amount of investment he got is huge. At the same time, Huo's Films also invested in..."

"Don't be such a big guide."

Don't want to be a big guide?

This kind?

Hearing this, Secretary Song was momentarily at a loss.

But soon he came to his senses again, maybe Huo Xingyu thought the director's position was not enough, so he didn't want to borrow it.

Thinking of her, she continued: "Recently, Sophia, who loves Chinese style very much and is also an internationally renowned director, has also communicated with us. I will go now..."

Looking at the expression on Secretary Song's face trying his best to introduce the famous director.

Huo Xingyu was silent for a while, then hinted, "Is there any well-known TV director who often makes bad movies. The sum of the ratings of seven or eight works does not exceed 10 points?"

After hearing Huo Xingyu's words, she fell silent.

She observed the indifferent woman in front of her, and couldn't tell for a while whether she was serious or telling irony.

Is this the taunt before the storm of rage?

She was puzzled in her heart.

Huo Xingyu, who is always chasing style, actually wants to lend a holiday resort to a director whose total sum of seven or eight films is less than 10 points?

Facing this kind of director, the Huo Xingyu she knew should have sneered and said, "Don't tarnish my movie watching history".

How is it possible to even loan out the venue?

Moreover, Huo's Films has been in the movies for a long time, and rarely invests in any TV dramas. Even if they want to lend the venue, it should be filming.

Secretary Song turned his head to the side, and returned Huo Xingyu's vaguely clueless gaze with a puzzled look.

Immediately afterwards, she got the next hint from the big boss.

"The best ones are the ones that haven't been aired yet, but have already been scolded all over the Internet."

Hearing this, Secretary Song fell silent.

She already knew it.

Now the most viciously criticized TV series on the Internet, and the least expected by the audience, except for Ning Xiangxiang, there is nothing else.

As she wished, Secretary Song asked, ""Song of the Sea"?"

Huo Xingyu curled the corners of his lips inadvertently, and his eyes fell on Secretary Song's fair face with careful makeup.

Yes,

She deserves to be an employee who paid a high salary.

Quite the way.

Huo Xingyu nodded, and said, "Since Secretary Song has made such a strong proposal, then put it on the schedule as soon as possible and let them go to shoot earlier."

"Yes..." Secretary Song answered with tears in her eyes. She turned around and walked towards the fourth painting. She was about to continue introducing who the painting was from and what awards she had won, when Huo Xingyu's cold voice sounded.

"Have you ever been in love?"

"Uh..." Hearing this question, although she was stunned, she straightened up due to her strong professionalism, and quickly replied, "We talked about it."

"Then let me ask you..." Huo Xingyu looked at her with serious eyes, playing with the new news in one hand, the phone that was not turned on again:

"If... I'm talking about a hypothesis. Suppose my friend has a girl she likes a little bit. That girl calls her and hangs up before answering. What does that mean?"

Listening to this tortuous hypothesis, Secretary Song squinted suspiciously. She really wanted to say, "Is that friend you mentioned yourself?", but she didn't dare to say it directly.

"Is that friend you mentioned as outstanding as you?"

"It's almost the same, but in general, I'm better."

Looking at Huo Xingyu's slightly unnatural expression in front of him, with a strange blush on his ears, and this answer that was trying to cover up.

She sighed secretly in her heart.

Huo Xingyu's current appearance may not be noticeable to her, but in the eyes of others, she is completely a person who is in love.

In the eyes of everyone, Huo Xingyu has always been indifferent and difficult to get along with. Apart from Huo's project and expansion, other things should hardly arouse her interest.

But now, all those rationality, thinking, calmness and intelligence, those so-called superiority, have become tense and jerky and clumsy with this throbbing, and can even be called childish.

Those insincere questions and the unnatural blush on his face fell into his eyes, and Secretary Song felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

She wanted to say, ask someone else, ask someone else, she can pretend not to know, and don't have to report to Lin Xian.

But looking into Huo Xingyu's eyes, she couldn't say the words, so she could only follow Lin Xian's instructions, try to misinterpret it, and said, "Maybe it's a typo?"

"That's right, let's go out first..." Huo Xingyu paused, then continued: "Carry out the painting too."

Listening to the agreement in this cold voice, Secretary Song couldn't tell if there was any so-called loss in the tone. She endured it in her heart, half-hanging her head, not daring to look again, and directed the gallery staff to put The painting was carried out.

Huo Xingyu looked at the closed door and sighed. She turned her head to look at the tall buildings outside the panoramic glass, and couldn't help thinking.

Is it really a typo?

She suddenly felt like a gambler with a chip in her hand. Looking at those sunk costs and Ning Xiangxiang's rejections, she knew that the most sensible thing to do now would be to discard the sunk costs, but she kept betting, Go bet on whether Ning Xiangxiang will look back at her.

It took a while before Huo Xingyu straightened up, and started to open the bag of brown leather envelopes that were brought up just now.

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-02-24?20:59:30-2021-02-25?23:29:36期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: Liu Zhimin's wife? 10 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!