This unwillingness comes very subtlely, probably based on the mentality of "I spent money on you, why do you make clothes for others?"

Song Yancheng's tone was chilly, "Maybe he's still a male fan."

Li Zhi said excitedly: "Really?"

Song Yancheng: "..."

Who said no?

Will you calm down and be sick? You mock yourself.

Li Zhi suddenly raised his head and looked at him, "You can't buy it, right?"

Song Yancheng denied: "I'm not crazy."

Li Zhi smiled apologetically and felt that he was stupid. You don’t have to think about it. It should be sent by Mao Feiyu, and only he has the address here. Mao Feiyu doesn’t have much money, but there are still messy channels. I guess he got it from it, so I gave it to you casually.

Before leaving, Song Yancheng told me: "Prepare and go back to the old house with me tonight."

Li Zhi nodded quickly, "Okay, okay, I can stop working at four o'clock in the afternoon, so there is no delay."

Song Yancheng calmed down his spirit and didn't say anything. Of course, it was not delayed. Ji Zuo had already reported her schedule for the past two days.

When he arrived at the group at 9:30, everyone was busy. Song Yancheng's office was the most deserted among several senior executives. At the end of the year, there were no reports on everything and no matters of big or small waiting for him to make a decision. It was just some dispensable reports and approval forms. Everyone was used to it. Song Yancheng's reputation was not worthy of his reputation and his status in the group was vain and slim.

"I asked the driver to send the suit and dress to my home. There are still a few days left for the group annual meeting next week. If you are not satisfied with it, you can change it." Ji Zuo reported to him.

Song Yancheng did not comment.

Ji Zuo said again: "The annual meeting is hosted, and several old directors still recommend your elder brother to speak on behalf of the representative. The annual review materials of several branches have been handed over to him."

The old man's illness was subtle, but no matter how subtle it was, it would not be as wonderful as Song Ruiyao. Similarly, when he saw the wind, he could not turn to Song Yancheng. Everyone chose good trees, pursued their future, and looked for protection, and all the treasures were taken to Song Ruiyao.

This is an option that is not even gambling, but it is just a sure delay in winning.

Song Yancheng slowly looked through the documents and said calmly: "Since he likes to be the boss of this family, then keep it for the more enjoyable."

Ji Zuo hesitated and asked: "Where is the old man?"

Song Yancheng looked at him.

"Ms. Li will join the crew to film in the future, and the cooperation in time will definitely be greatly reduced." Ji Zuo said in detail: "Or, Miss Li can ask her to turn off this drama appointment and provide appropriate compensation."

Ji Zuo's words were clearly and open, and that's true.

Song Yancheng was lying on firewood and tasting gall. He swallowed his anger for so many years. After finally waiting for such an opportunity, there shouldn't be any accident. But thinking of Li Zhi's vivid and bright expression at some point, Song Yancheng felt that if he could balance, he would be balanced, which was not an accident.

"It's not in the way." He said: "If she wants to film, she will film. If there is any problem, please notify her in advance."

Ji Zuo didn't quite understand, "Film filming is also to make money. Isn't it enough to give her more?"

"She is worth this price," said Song Yancheng.

That's right. The boss is so cold that the familiar feeling is back. Ji Zuo is so at ease that he doesn't say anything.

In silence, Song Yancheng's true thoughts were that some people might be for money, but Li Zhi was not.

She really loves acting.

Song Yancheng was as stubborn as before, but he slowly compromised in his heart. He was not a romantic person, but it seemed good to be a gentleman once a while.

Then I won't take away what she likes.

Song Yancheng got up and took his coat. When it was time to go to the set to pick up someone, he should go back to his old house for dinner.

Ji Zuo asked: "Do you want to arrange a driver?"

Song Yancheng pulled the car keys and said, "No."

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The winter day is short, and when it encounters bad weather, it is covered in gray, like a bedding that has not been sunburned all year round, which is heavy. Song Yancheng raised his hand to look at his watch for the fourth time. When he couldn't bear it, he saw Li Zhi appear at the gate and run towards him all the way.

She didn't even have her coat on her back, and her long hair was still hidden in her collar, which looked like she had cut her hair short at first glance.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I've been waiting for you for a long time." After getting on the car, Li Zhi suddenly breathed and apologized, "The screenwriter talked about the opera a little longer. I didn't mean to be late. You are so beautiful and so skillful, please forgive me."

“…”

"You have finished speaking, what else can I say?" Song Yancheng was speechless.

Li Zhi's eyes bent downwards, and his teeth were as white as a bee. "You can still say, forgive me."

The little thoughts that could not be hidden in her eyes were actually not clever, but they were playful and silly, quietly soothing their anger. Song Yancheng gradually realized that when it comes to acting coquettishly, he was really not her opponent.

Li Zhi carefully observed his face, and was silent and peaceful. She lowered her head slightly, bit her lip lightly, and raised a successful hook on the corner of her mouth.

The car drove to the suburbs and arrived at the old Song family house an hour later. Song Yancheng didn't get off the car immediately. Just as he was about to remind her, Li Zhi was untiing his seat belt and chanting: "Don't get off like a wooden stake later. Get off and hold my hand. Don't walk too fast. You are my boyfriend. Don't forget to pick up food for me during meals, and get closer and pretend to chat. Did you let me come here just to show your love?"

Song Yancheng paused, and his heart felt inexplicably hot. He pressed the complicated emotions of this moment and looked stern: "You have finished speaking, what else can I say?"

Li Zhi pushed the door and got out of the car, "You can still say and obey the order."

Song Yancheng: "..."

Li Zhi walked around, stood close, held his wrist, and smiled gently and well-behavedly. From a top-down angle, there seemed to be broken stars in her eyes, all shining for him alone.

Song Yancheng has to admit that she deserves her professionalism.

In the floor-to-ceiling window of the old house, I don’t know how many pairs of eyes had been installed here. Song Yancheng straightened his waist and suddenly lowered his head to the people around him.

I could smell the woody fragrance on him, and I didn’t know if it was shampoo or perfume. Li Zhi suddenly became nervous and asked in a low voice: “What are you doing?”

Song Yancheng smiled gently for a moment, "Be careful of the queen of the movie."

Li Zhi: "..."

This man is right.

Guan Hongyu sat upright in the living room, graceful and chatting with the female family.

Song Yancheng abides by the rules and shouts, "Mom."

Guan Hongyu glanced at him and smiled perfunctorily as a greeting. Li Zhi poked his head out from behind Song Yancheng, "Hello Aunt."

Guan Hongyu passed by directly, even giving perfunctory things.

It doesn't matter, their goal is the old man.

Song Yancheng and Li Zhi went up to the study on the second floor. After the people left, the female relatives gossiped about it: "Second brother is serious? How long has it been since we changed our girlfriend?"

Guan Hongyu put the teacup heavily on the table, and it was quiet for a moment, and no one dared to say anything.

The door of the study room on the second floor was open, and the old man's laughter came from time to time. The Song family is full of talented people, and even the people who work in Yemen are in Yemen. The old man is no longer in the past to Song Yancheng now.

It was half an hour after Song Yancheng and Li Zhi went downstairs. They laughed side by side and looked at them from a distance, making them look pleasing to the eye.

Song Yancheng's steps suddenly slowed down, and his soft face also paused. Li Zhi noticed something was wrong and looked out along his gaze.

In the hall, Mingxi stood there, wearing a waist-closed leather windbreaker, cool and gorgeous, with sharp and powerful eyes.

Li Zhi was impressed by her, and her eyes were very familiar. She was a rival in love and wanted to get her cramps and skin. Looking at Song Yancheng beside her, what was the expression of this man, and he also remained motionless like a demon.

Li Zhi suddenly became unhappy and pushed him hard, "Can you go?"

But Song Yancheng said, "You go down and wait for me."

Li Zhi smiled unchangedly, and when he passed by, he instinctively hit him emotionally. Song Yancheng didn't hold on and staggered, and looked at Li Zhi'er's back, which was really inexplicable.

"Have you seen enough?" Mingxi walked over and restrained his tone.

Then Song Yancheng turned his gaze to her and answered frankly: "It's not enough."

Mingxi's expression cooled down and he looked at him. Song Yancheng was disconnected and wanted to leave. She couldn't bear it anymore, as if she begged, and whispered anxiously, "Are you still blaming me?"

Song Yancheng stopped, as if he heard a big joke, he glanced at her and said, "No, sister, don't think too much."

Mingxi's voice was lowered, "Song Yancheng!"

The words "down" are probably extinct in this young lady. Her nature is sharp and oppressive. Unfortunately, Song Yancheng doesn't take this trick the most. He was not nervous at all, but his posture was loose and moderate. He simply walked towards her, one step, two steps.

Ming Xi had no choice but to retreat, and he was obviously moved by the railings.

Song Yancheng was close to him, patiently and gentlely woven masks, making him look passionate and charming. He said to Mingxi: "I can't let go of my second brother so much? Then go with my brother to admit it to the relatives downstairs. Acknowledge that you love me. Do you dare? Hum?"

Mingxi's face changed and his back was sweating.

Song Yancheng gathered the net woven with a confusing complex, opened the distance, restored his usual world-weary expression, and said bluntly, "If you don't dare, just stay away from me."

He was cold and cruel, so he almost gave her the word "get out".

It was obviously a bad scene of a scumbag and infatuated woman, but in the eyes of Li Zhi who was secretly peeping downstairs, it became - God, this couple is so close, especially that man, who is like a pig with dissatisfaction with his head.

After dinner, Song Yancheng chatted among the elders for half an hour. These uncles were not easy-to-use. Song Yancheng was humble and polite, and could listen to and bear any thorny words. He dealt with it openly, but his eyes fell to Li Zhi intentionally or unintentionally.

Li Zhi was in the corner of the house, and no one paid attention to her.

When the aunt Ming came to add tea, Song Yancheng turned his head and whispered a few instructions.

Li Zhi stood by the window, and she didn't care if she didn't care. She just happened to remember her lines.

"Let's wait for a long time." Aunt Ming came over and asked with a smile.

Li Zhi knew that she had a good relationship with Song Yancheng, so she immediately stood up straight and said honestly: "It's a bit long, it's okay."
To be continued...