Li Zhi was tripped in the hotel. After interacting with fans, he received another job call. He said it was the box office ideal of "Moonlight Between Fingers" and would add another event in Shenzhen tomorrow.

After a round of communication, two hours passed. Li Zhi called Song Yancheng, but he didn't answer and didn't reply to the text message. He thought to himself that he was probably resting.

She turned around with her phone in her hand, and was startled by Mao Feiyu, "What's your expression?"

Mao Feiyu was cold, "You are so capable."

Li Zhi didn't hide it from him and simply confessed, "You haven't been in love? What's the point of being capable of this?"

Mao Feiyu wanted to strangle her to death, "You are quite righteous!"

Li Zhi held the stance to the end and expressed his courageous statement: "I won't break up."

Mao Feiyu was so angry that he was "psychopath."

He knew his artist too well, and he didn't say anything but talked, but was actually too independent and determined to stick to it. He was in vain, just saying, "You measure your own importance, I won't ask you."

Li Zhi pursed her lips, and after a moment of silence, she said, "Actually, he is a very good person."

"How can you not be rich?" Mao Feiyu sneered.

Li Zhi patted him on the forehead, "What's your brain?"

Mao Feiyu sighed quietly, "I know, you should value money, and you won't be unnamed for so many years. Sister Feng arranged so many dinners for you openly and secretly, and you didn't go there. Hey? Which of you two told me first?"

"Of course he." Li Zhi smiled and said, "He is quite straightforward. I'm not a shy person. We're called it a hit-and-out."

"Strange virtue." Mao Feiyu made an ugly expression, "Let's collude!"

"You are purely jealous." Li Zhi poked his shoulder with his finger, "Brother Mao, are you gay?"

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"Or otherwise I haven't seen you talk to a girlfriend in the past few years."

"You're fucking in your mind!" Mao Feiyu cursed angrily, "An uneasy thing!"

Li Zhi laughed and jumped away, fled to the door and snapped his fingers coolly, "I'll ask Song Yancheng to invite you to dinner when I have the chance to let you see, there is such a perfect man in this world."

"Little brat." Mao Feiyu smiled and scolded. He also realized that Li Zhi really liked Song Yancheng. When he talked about this person, his fatigue disappeared and his eyes were full of glowing little stars.

Song Yancheng woke up the next day and his ankle became even more swollen. The pain was painful, but he could still bear it. There were six missed calls from Li Zhi on his mobile phone. Song Yancheng was an adult and did not have any emotional temperament. Even if he was angry, he couldn't do anything that could make people worry.

He took the phone back and Li Zhi quickly queried it, "Are you awake? Did you sleep well last night?"

"Not good." Hearing her voice, his mood was still a little affected. He was hard and tried to get her care.

But Li Zhi just said, "Then you go back to Haishi today."

Song Yancheng was frustrated, and stabbed his heart like a knife. It was not a big deal, but it was unhappy. He frowned and asked in anger: "Are you still my girlfriend? Hum?"

Li Zhi was puzzled, "Aren't me?"

Song Yancheng was really hurt internally, "You are busy, you don't have time to go back to Haishi. I'll come to Shenzhen to see you, you won't let me come."

Li Zhi whispered, "But aren't you still here?"

"..." Song Yancheng: "As soon as I saw you, I was disturbed by your fans. It's easy for me to come here? Didn't you say anything nice to me?"

Li Zhi scratched his nose, "That's why I asked you to go back today. Since you are outside, you can't sleep well and eat well, then go home quickly."

Song Yancheng closed his eyes, and his hands holding the phone were shaking. He lowered his arms and ended the call.

Li Zhi probably didn't understand it, it was quite unfair, and he sent a text message unwillingly: "Brother Cheng, why are you unhappy? You always have to have a reason."

Song Yancheng threw his cell phone on the bed and dragged his lame left leg very speechless.

Li Zhi didn't have time to talk to the president's worries, and she really didn't understand why. She was busy at work and didn't allow her to be distracted by thinking about these things, including makeup, styling, interviews, event press conferences, and going to the venue. At one o'clock in the morning, she finally finished work, and Li Zhi fell asleep after falling asleep.

The roadshow ended in Shenzhen, and the final stop of "Moonlight between Fingers" is left, Haishi.

Mao Feiyu said hello in advance and asked her to prepare. After she returned, she had new jobs one after another and there was no rest time. Li Zhi suffered from rhinitis and felt very uncomfortable. She was sleeping in the car and was depressed.

"By the way," Mao Feiyu said: "The pay for this drama has been paid. I will buy the car as you request. If you have time, just go to the store to pick up the car."

Li Zhi finally felt a little excited, "Thank you, Brother Mao."

"I won't say thank you." Mao Feiyu really hoped that she would be good, "for convenience of transportation."

Li Zhi smiled and looked down at her phone. She called Song Yancheng two times but it was temporarily unreachable. There were many staff members around her, so it was difficult for her to call Ji Zuo. She sent three or four messages on WeChat, but the person didn't respond.

After thinking about it, Li Zhi said, "You can contact the 4S store, I'll pick up the car in the afternoon."

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Song Yancheng held a one-day meeting in the top floor conference room of the Ming Group, but he was really tired. Some work proposals in the second quarter needed to be approved by the board of directors. Vice President Cheng, who had a great say in the group, openly stated at the meeting that he supported a project submitted by Song Yancheng, which was a big surprise.

Song Yancheng sat calmly in his seat, nodding slightly at Song Ruiyao, his gentle expression was simply heartbreaking.

There was a private dinner at night. Song Yancheng did not ask Ji Zuo to call the driver, but drove over by himself. The place was also quiet, far away from the city center, in a manor.

Vice President Cheng arrived early and saw Song Yancheng smiling, "Yancheng is late, so he should be fined one."

Song Yancheng took off his coat and put it on Ji Zuo's hand, and smiled and said, "One cup is not enough, I can accompany Uncle Cheng at least three cups."

He had a close personal relationship with Vice President Cheng and didn't need to drink it. He used to dare not blatantly at this dinner, but now, Song Yancheng doesn't have much concern. Vice President Cheng threw him a file bag, "The bidding case that Song Ruiyao was responsible for three years ago is first-hand information. The winner was Shiguang International. There is one thing you must have never expected. Song Ruiyao's boss Shiguang has talked about for a while."

Song Yancheng looked at a few pages and said coldly, "For the sake of interests, my elder brother can do such a thing."

"I'll help you pay attention there, and you don't have to worry too much."

Song Yancheng calmed down, raised his glass to greet each other, "Uncle Cheng, thank you." Then he drank it all in one go.

The meal was brief, and in order to avoid suspicion, Vice President Cheng left first. Song Yancheng couldn't drive after drinking, Ji Zuo was the driver, and his phone was silent all the time, so he didn't notice the information above.

When he arrived at the parking lot of Wenchen Mansion, Song Yancheng rubbed his swollen neck. Before he got off the bus, he saw the red Ferrari hit a double flash.

Ji Zuo was stunned, "Mr. Song, it's Ming Xi."

Only she dared to be so blatant and arrogant. She sat in the red supercar, obviously waiting for Song Yancheng to get off the car. For a while, Song Yancheng indifferently ordered Ji Zuo: "Drive."

Ji Zuo turned the steering wheel to the right, trying to go around.

Mingxi activated the accelerator at the same time, blocking his way directly. The red little method was bright and dazzling and arrogant. Mingxi pushed the door and got out of the car, walked over and kicked Song Yancheng's car hard.

Her face turned flushed and she was in a bad state.

Song Yancheng got out of the car, put his hands behind his back, frowned and asked, "Why are you crazy?"

Mingxi pursed her lips, her eyes were like a pool with water. She was sad no matter how she looked at it, "Why don't you ignore me? Since you can just find a woman of unknown origin to be your girlfriend, why can't it be me?"

Song Yancheng sneered in his nose, "Did you recognize your mistake a little too late?"

"I was young at that time and I was just playing tricks on it. And I told you too much, why are you so indifferent to me?!" Ming Xi burst into tears, "Yancheng, I have grown up and I have become sensible. See if I am fine?"

"See what you do?" Song Yancheng narrowed his eyes slightly, his tone was frivolous and indifferent, "It depends on how you regret it, how you act, how to set up a condom and let me be fooled the last time?"

He bounced the dust that was not on the sleeve of the suit, raised his chin slightly, and looked at her from a high point, "I want to be with me? Or is it just unwilling to give up? Okay, I'll give you a chance."

Mingxi's eyes lit up, and Song Yancheng said, "You go back and tell your aunt, my mother who wants the most face, that you have fallen in love with your second brother, you want to be with him, and you don't marry him - do you dare?"

Mingxi's face turned pale in an instant.

Song Yancheng stared at her motionlessly and said word by word: "You don't dare to do this. Don't you think you are ridiculous now?"

After saying that, he turned around and wanted to get into the car, "After drinking, I ran away to say something about drinking. You have not changed for so many years, and you have not changed your nature."

Mingxi was anxious and stumbled over and held his hand, "Song Yancheng!"

When he was trying his best, his strength was too great. With such a sudden momentum, Song Yancheng really couldn't stand firm and was hugged tightly from behind. Mingxi put it on his chest, wrapped his hands around his waist, and clasped his ten fingers tightly.

"I don't care. You are not allowed to leave. I didn't let you go. You are not allowed to leave!" Mingxi started to scoundrels. He smelled the faint perfume smell on the man's chest and couldn't control his tears.

"Can I regret it? Can I be wrong? Second brother, we will go abroad and we won't come back." Ming Xi whispered, "No one will care about us."

As soon as he finished speaking, the double flashing lights in the distance suddenly lit up, like lightning, and the headlights shot straight at the two of them.

The light was dazzling, and Song Yancheng subconsciously turned his head.

Ji Zuo hurriedly got out of the driver's seat, holding his cell phone at a loss, "Ms. Li sent me a message saying that she was back, but I didn't pay attention to driving."

Li Zhi's voice was clear: "Luckily I didn't pay attention, otherwise how could I see such a wonderful scene?"

Li Zhi chewed chewing gum and got out of the brand new Volkswagen polo. She leaned against the car door with a calm and leisurely expression on her face, and raised her chin to Mingxi, "Miss, why are you placing it on my man? Have you agreed with me?"

She looked bright and charming, with a little momentum. But Song Yancheng was suddenly happy, and the bad mood he had been soothing for days by the words "My man". He looked at her with a deep look. But Li Zhi obviously didn't want to pay attention to it.

Mingxi was also unyielding, so she could not tolerate being so domineering. She turned red with anger and hugged Song Yancheng but still refused to let go, which was quite provocative.

The eyes are confronted, like a knife and an axe.

Li Zhi chewed the gum and nodded, not comparing her with urgency. She still had the same expression and returned to the car leisurely.

Song Yancheng frowned, not knowing what she was going to do.

Li Zhi hung upside down and slowly retreated the car two meters away. In the quiet parking lot, the sound of this small polo also looked delicate. Li Zhi tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, then entered the gear, staring at Mingxi and suddenly became sharp.

When she stepped on the accelerator, she POLO was like an arrow leaving the string, and the target hit the red Ferrari accurately!

There was a loud "bang!" sound. The Ferrari chassis was solid and did not move at all, but the butt of the car was flattened and the light cover was cut. The scattered vehicle alarms around it suddenly sounded, giving this earth-shaking foil.

Song Yancheng's face changed, "Li Zhi!"

He tried too hard and Mingxi was thrown directly to the ground. Song Yancheng got into his car, with his face tense, his lips tightly pursed, and the steering wheel was buckled to the bottom. Cayenne drove forward rumblingly and directly knocked away the red Ferrari.
To be continued...