Mao Feiyu wanted to smooth things over, but before he could say a word, he was interrupted by Ji Zuo Wensheng: "Sir, it's hard to come all the way, please rest downstairs." Then he said politely to Li Zhi: "Miss Li, let's talk?"

Ji Zuo left half of his body and gave up the way.

This private room is a suite with a retro style, an old leather sofa, desk lamp, and a record machine is supported in the corner.

After Li Zhi entered, he found that there were two people wearing black uniforms in the room.

Ji Zuo introduced: "Lawyer Qin, Lawyer Zhang."

Li Zhi sat down, his whole body was floating, and his eyes subconsciously searched for another person.

Song Yancheng was answering the phone. He slanted into his pocket with one hand, his smile on his face was warm, and he walked in while talking. The lights at dusk were not covered with dust, and the man's figure was outlined and colored.

Song Yancheng walked into the small hall inside, and his voice became less and less.

Only then did Li Zhi warmly condense his mind.

Ji Zuofang was gentle and spoke politely, "Miss Li, thank you for being willing to come. I was entrusted by Mr. Song Yancheng to confirm the terms of the contract with you:

"When you are with Mr. Song, you are not allowed to wear bright red clothes; you are not allowed to eat heavy-taste foods such as garlic and vinegar; if Mr. Song has not mentioned it actively, you are not allowed to approach and touch it. Please pay attention to personal hygiene and do not take any of Mr. Song's personal belongings at will."

The lawyer closed the document, "The most important thing is that during the contract's effectiveness, Ms. Li cannot unilaterally disclose your relationship with Mr. Song in any form in any form during the period of the contract."

Li Zhi was stunned for a moment, "For example?"

Lawyer: "Couple, boyfriend, girlfriend, ordinary friend, bedmate, and fool friend."

Next, there was a lengthy supplementary explanation, which made Li Zhi feel that he was a scumbag woman who was determined to climb up and designed to frame the nobles of a wealthy family.

Until the end, Song Yancheng did not show up.

Ji Zuo was very polite and sent Li Zhi downstairs and said politely: "Miss Li, you can go back and take a closer look at this supplementary agreement. If you have any questions, you can contact Lawyer Zhang at any time."

As soon as he got into the car, Mao Feiyu couldn't wait to ask: "How is it?"

Li Zhi briefly explained the conversation just now. Mao Feiyu's chin dropped, "What?! Is he suffering from prince's disease?"

Li Zhi's face was plain and he didn't even sigh.

"It's so difficult to serve." Mao Feiyu said: "If you don't want to agree, I'll contact Sister Qin again to see if the drama next month can be divided into villains for you."

Li Zhi then lowered her head and said softly: "I have signed the contract."

Mao Feiyu reached out to her forehead, unable to believe: "Is my brain burned?"

Li Zhi pursed her lips and said honestly: "No, I just feel that within this year, I have less than a month of income."

Mao Feiyu was relieved, "You are finally sensible."

After that, the contract was signed for about half a month, and there was no news from Song Yancheng. Instead, Li Zhi was a little nervous. At the beginning, he looked at his cell phone several times a day, afraid of missing the phone or something. She once had an illusion that she was like a palace maid of Xinzheku who waited for the emperor to come every night.

On Friday, Li Zhi had an advertisement for a sanitary tampon to be filmed. The spokesperson was Qi Linlin, who was just announced last month. Both in her early twenties, Qi Linlin was obviously much luck. Last time, the company bought a hot search for "the most beautiful villain" for Li Zhi. In the Nine Palaces, a refined photo of Li Zhi was specially selected. However, netizens all paid attention to Qi Linlin and said that her eyes were smart like a fairy girl. As for Li Zhi, no one was interested in it.

Making wedding dresses for others was the most slap in the face. The company was so angry that it cut her already pitiful funds in half again - she really had no life.

On the set, Qi Linlin dressed like a sweet girl, surrounded by an assistant and a makeup artist. She walked over from afar and smiled at Li Zhi who was wearing props, "Zhizhi, thank you, thank you for helping me so selflessly."

“…”

"By the way, I would like to thank Brother Mao. When he debuted, he chose you, but didn't choose me. Now, I really want to thank him."

Li Zhi smiled and nodded, "It must be."

Without the expected embarrassing reaction, Qi Bailian left with a dark face.

Li Zhi looked at the girl's slim back and her loss quickly disappeared in an instant.

She has already seen and accepted the reality of clear price tags in this circle, people's hearts, fortunes, classes, interests, and clearly marked prices. She is not asking for trouble for herself.

The shooting content is simple. Several girls, including Li Zhi, were wearing fat and heavy sponge buckets, and Qi Lingling took the red pigment bucket and poured it on them, showing the effect of "can be absorbed instantly even if it is large in quantity."

In the low-temperature studio, Li Zhi's limbs were exposed, wearing white sponges, like sanitary rolls of paper.

The director shouted: "Start!"

Qi Lingling picked up the cartoon bucket at hand and splashed it at Li Zhi.

There was a special red pigment water inside, and Li Zhi's sponge suit turned red in an instant.

"The one on the right, I'm talking about you." The director looked at Li Zhi: "I opened my mouth and was afraid. Will I act like a scared look? Come again."

Another bucket of pigment water was poured over, but half of it was poured on Li Zhi's face. Li Zhi was choked and instinctively vomited on the ground.

Qi Lingling pretended to be frightened and walked over and said, "I'm sorry, Zhizhi, I've seen it wrong."

Li Zhi's face was dyed red, and the pigment water dripped down the ends of her hair, which was very embarrassed. She couldn't speak at all, and the smell of inferior industrial raw materials in her mouth.

The director is anxious and pointed his hand and said, "Let me find someone to serve her and continue."

Qi Lingling took a step back and said innocently: "Then I'm sorry, I'll invite you to have a meal with Brother Mao someday."

No one came over and asked her "How is it okay?" Li Zhi was wet all over and walked to the bathroom to clean it up. I don't know what this thing was made of, and it didn't fall off after rubbing it for a long time. Li Zhi looked at herself, whose face was covered in "blood" in the mirror, and was so numb that she didn't move for half a minute.

The phone vibrated in the bag, and a strange number called.

Li Zhi answered, and the male voice was gentle: "Hello Miss Li, I am Mr. Song's secretary Ji Zuo. Do you have time now?"

Li Zhi was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that it was the one who had started business with 100,000.

The other party asked so politely, and before she could answer, she said, "Five minutes later, Mr. Song's car will arrive at the door. Please be sure to be on time. It is a black Bentley."

Now?Check her? Why?

No, Li Zhi looked down at his sponge bucket clothes covered with "blood" and a face covered with blood just after he was in a car accident...

"Miss Li?" said on the phone: "Four minutes left."

Li Zhi woke up and picked up his bag and ran out.

There were ten seconds left for the red light at the intersection. Song Yancheng finished reading the last email and closed the computer.

Ji Zuo whispered: "Aunt Ming called and said that Song Ruiyao had also passed by. The old man was very happy."

Song Yancheng was cold, "I don't remember anything on weekdays, but I'll be fine when I see him."

Ji Zuo was silent. If it weren't for the hospital's confirmation, he would have suspected that Song Xingdong was deliberately pretending to be sick. He was quiet for a short time and the green light was passing through. The car slid over a hundred meters across the intersection. Ji Zuo took the lead in looking out the window for Li Zhi's figure.

Song Yancheng was most annoying to wait for others.

Ji Zuo searched for a long time and was about to call when he saw a bloated and unknown object on the side of the road wave to the vehicle.

He glanced at him, withdrew his gaze, was stunned for a moment, then glanced at him again, and immediately ordered the driver to stop the car.

Li Zhi was also wearing the white sponge bucket that was "large amount and easy to absorb", with half of her face covered in blood. Ji Zuo was shocked: "Uh... Miss Li?"

The clothes were too thick and it was inconvenient to walk. Li Zhi looked like a penguin. He took a few steps closer and said apologizing: "I'm sorry, I'm shooting an advertisement."

As soon as she approached, the pungent smell of pigment scented Song Yancheng and frowned.

Ji Zuo consciously glanced at Song Yancheng, considered the meaning of the boss, and then smiled and said to Li Zhi, "Then don't disturb..."

"Get on the car." Song Yancheng said.

He looked at the time impatiently, it was too late.

“Go to the nearest mall.”

The three-kilometer journey is not far, but Song Yancheng has been so invincible that he can no longer bear it.

After arriving, Li Zhi and Ji Zuo went in.

When choosing clothes to make a makeover, Ji Zuo received a text message from Boss Song—

"Get her clean."

as well as,

"Next time to change people."

Outside the mall, the driver squirted perfume into the car to disperse the smell. Song Yancheng stood outside and had not recovered yet. Is that a female star? Now all kinds of messy people can become stars.

Ji Zuo was very efficient in his work. He brought Li Zhi back in less than a quarter of an hour.

She took off her bloated prop clothes and wore a solid-colored waist-retracting windbreaker. The stains on her face were cleaned up, revealing her already beautiful and delicate facial features. Song Yancheng glanced at her, except for the idea of ​​"I finally had a personal look", her eyes were no longer emotional.

Getting on the bus again, Li Zhi sat against the car window, warm air bringing fragrance, and quiet.

This is the way out of the city center. She was nervous and didn't know where she was going.

Lush and green all the way, finally arrived at the place.

Ji Zuoman opened the car door for her gentlemanly and said with a smile: "Miss Li, after getting off the car, you don't need to say anything. Just follow Mr. Song, don't be too far away, and of course, don't have to be close to you for any physical contact."

Li Zhi could tell that this secretary was just a smiley tiger and his words were heart-wrenching.

Forget it, use the money to do things and endure it.

After saying that, Song Yancheng next to him had already walked forward with a gale of wind, without even looking at her.

He was very fast and had to trot to catch up.

There was already someone opening the door in the old house, and the woman in her forty-something shouted respectfully: "Mr. Song."

Song Yancheng nodded slightly, "Auntie Ming."
To be continued...