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"You kid, you are talking nonsense, how can there be any magic pills?" Zhang Yuanshan said half-truthfully, "But... I still want to thank you for your kindness. Also, you have been calling all the time during this period, even bringing me I feel a lot better too.”

Having said that, he patted Song Zixuan's hand with some reproach: "What is your name, Mr. Zhang, you are about the same age as my son, and your name is uncle..."

Song Zixuan was overjoyed when he heard the words, and called uncle honestly.

After a good start, the following atmosphere became quite harmonious. At the dinner table, Song Zixuan was a good dancer with long sleeves. He frequently toasted and made Zhang Yuanshan smile. At the end, he found an opportunity to give Zhang Yuanshan the prescriptions he had collected. When he bowed his head when he was praised, he didn't miss the touch in the other party's eyes.

Because of his health, Zhang Yuanshan drank health-preserving tea at the dinner table, but to show his sincerity, Song Zixuan drank wine.

The wine was brought by Zhang Yuanshan. It is said that a bottle costs tens of thousands of dollars. Song Zixuan is addicted to alcohol in private. When he opened it, he found that the wine was mellow and sweet, and he drank a few more glasses to stir up the atmosphere. When the dinner was over and I left, I felt a little top-heavy.

Holding on to watch Zhang Yuanshan leave, watching the car gradually drive away, Song Zixuan leaned on his assistant weakly, and said in a low voice, "Take me back to the hotel."

After getting in the car, he immediately lay down on the back seat regardless of his image, and his tense nerves relaxed.

I don't know if it was because of the alcohol or the slight shaking of the car, but he looked drowsy, and pressed his fingers on his temples with some discomfort, Song Zixuan sighed:

Since standing in the hotel lobby tonight, he has been acting. All the gratitude and concern for Zhan Yuanshan, and the admiration he said because he had no parents since he was a child, all of these are all fake.

Unlike the previous ones on the set, this is a performance that is not NG and definitely cannot be NG.

Because of this, he was extra careful tonight, but after three or four hours, it was like fighting a battle.

He knew that he was not very popular in the crew, and if he went back to the hotel in this state and was seen by caring people, he was afraid that there would be trouble again. Fortunately, there were all his own people in the car, so there was no need to pretend, Song Zixuan just said, "Drive slowly. "He fell asleep directly with the strength of alcohol.

The driver and assistant in the car had been with him for a long time, and they knew his thoughts well, so they slowed down the speed of the car as much as possible so that he could sleep more peacefully.

When Song Zixuan woke up again, it was already past eleven o'clock in the evening. He opened his eyes in a daze, and looked at the night scene outside through the car window. It took him a while to realize where he was.

Maybe it's because of a good night's sleep. Although my body is still lazy and lacks strength, my headache is much better than before.

Although the assistant was sitting in the co-pilot, he kept paying attention to his situation through the rearview mirror. When he saw that he was moving, he quickly turned around and said, "Brother Song, do you feel better?"

"En." Song Zixuan replied slowly, still sounding uninspired.

Although it was just a simple answer, from the ears of the assistant Xiao Zhang, he knew that his mood was not bad, so he said cautiously: "Brother Song, it's getting late, you have to go to the set tomorrow morning, you Let's go back to the hotel to rest now, or find a place to have some porridge?"

Song Zixuan stretched his waist, feeling that he was more refreshed, looked at the scenery outside, and heaved a sigh of relief: "Forget it, you said it's getting late, go back to the hotel."

When he left this afternoon, Xiang Quankun's grandson's face was longer than that of a donkey. I believe that if the two of them hadn't cooperated in the future, they would have turned their faces long ago.

Just bear with it.

Song Zixuan stood up, folded his arms around his chest, and looked at the scenery outside the window - until he got what he wanted, he would never let go of those who made him unhappy!

Thinking about the bright future in the car, Song Zixuan's mood and complexion improved a lot after arriving at the hotel, but after returning to the hotel, except for a small accident - he was stopped by the manager of the hotel lobby, Said it was a birthday present from a fan.

Song Zixuan has always set himself up as an upright person, in this case, gifts from fans are naturally unacceptable

Facing Song Zixuan's refusal, the lobby manager seemed quite embarrassed: "Mr. Song, look at those fans who left things and left. If you don't accept them, I can't deal with them..."

"Besides, I checked, and here are some small cakes or small handmade items made by myself, which are not worth much..." The manager held a pink cardboard box and looked at Song Zixuan expectantly, "This is for you It won't affect your reputation, why don't you just accept it, it's all fans' wishes..."

How much is a heart worth?

Song Zixuan didn't move on his face, but there was a burst of contempt in his heart, but the manager said that for this sake, he couldn't reason anymore, otherwise, if there was negative news from the media tomorrow, it would be another trouble.

Thinking about it this way, even though he was shocked and impatient to the extreme, he still took the cardboard box quite cooperatively, thanked the manager gently and politely, and walked towards the elevator with the cardboard box in his hands.

The size of the cardboard box is not small, but the weight is very light. You don't need to open the lid to know that most of them are worthless handmade items. Those little girls like to make these time-wasting and useless things...

All the way back to the room smoothly, Song Zixuan casually put the suitcase on the coffee table, looked at his tired face, turned around and went to the bathroom to take a shower. Will it disturb the other party's rest?

What he didn't know was that Zhang Yuanshan not only didn't rest as he said, but also went directly to Yan Zhengdong's office after the dinner.

"It's done well. According to the agreement, all the benefits after the completion of the matter will belong to you..."

Yan Zhengdong was sitting and processing the files on the computer, without raising his head, he spoke humanely to the person standing in front of the desk.