After seeing Song Yancheng's reaction clearly, Li Zhi was enlightened - there was no need, it was really no need.

But Song Yancheng's expression and sitting posture were maintained as if it was the same as the previous second. His eyes were staring at Li Zhi without any storm. Li Zhi thought about it and thought he was interested, so he kindly explained: "This play tells the story of a naive little girl marrying the emperor. The emperor is a scumbag, and there are a group of scumbags around him..."

Li Zhi finally closed the sound after the two-minute plot was explained in detail.

Song Yancheng opened his eyes, wrapped his chest with one hand, and pressed his temples with his index finger lightly or severely.

Put the person in the intersection and drive to the company.

Baiming Group is located in the city center, with two contiguous buildings surrounding the forest. The top floor is the administrative office floor. The large flat floor has been redesigned, and the offices of senior managers and directors are sorted from outside to inside. The innermost part is Chairman Song Xingdong. Since he got sick, in addition to daily cleaning, the two doors have been closed for half a year.

The group has a huge business, with more than a dozen seats as deputy general manager. Song Yancheng is one of them, in charge of the supply of materials for each subsidiary. Anyone with discerning eyes understands that this dispensable function is Song Xingdong's perfunctory act on him. There is no need to suspect that it is well-known fact that Song Er Master is not favored.

His office was near the corner, and Ji Zuo had been waiting for a long time. Before he could report, Song Yancheng spoke first with his head slack: "Add one in the contract and let her talk less."

Ji Zuo was stunned for a moment before he realized that he was talking about Li Zhi.

Song Yancheng's temple was still leaping, with "Concubine Xi" and "always agree" hovering, and "the queen killed the queen", which is really demonic.

"You inform her to be ready on Friday night."

Ji Zuo responded.

Song Yancheng sat at the desk, and the two began to discuss business. After half an hour, Ji Zuo closed the document and wanted to speak but stopped. Song Yancheng was still signing, but he didn't raise his head, "Is there anything else?"

Ji Zuo said: "Mingxi is back."

Song Yancheng is stable, "Well, she will come on Friday night."

Ji Zuo was worried, "Mingxi's personality, I'm afraid of her..."

Song Yancheng handed over a stack of signed documents, his face calm and he didn't say anything more.

Friday's birthday party was scheduled at 6 pm. The driver came to pick up Li Zhi on time at 5 o'clock and brought a gift box, saying politely: "Mr. Song said, please wear this outfit today."

The light apricot coat has no extra decoration, but it is an unexpected fit. Li Zhi only thought that Song Yancheng was picky and cautious, and later discovered that he was also wearing a windbreaker of the same color.

Make a full set of show and couples dress up.

This is very Song Yancheng.

Song Yancheng got off the car and stood there for a second. Li Zhi walked over very tactfully, holding hands in the first step, snuggling in the second step, and smiling sweetly in the third step. The process is clear and there is no need to remind you. As soon as you enter the door, the eyes of the Song family are all over the place. Song Yancheng raised his hand at the right time, gently wiped the corner of Li Zhi's mouth, and lowered his head to gentleness: "Did you steal the biscuit just now?"

Li Zhi: "..."

She was too fast to get into the show and was hit by his black stone-like eyes.

Then, everyone greeted him politely. Song Yancheng turned his head and was neither slow nor slow. None of them left behind. He looked kind, but he was not really enthusiastic about him. The focus of their pursuit was that Song Ruiyao, who was sitting leisurely on the sofa, was attentive and flattering, and was on his horse's head.

The only person in the room was Ming’s house who handed him a cup of hot tea and said softly: “It’s cold outside, warm up your body.”

Song Yancheng nodded, his voice was very low, and he thanked him.

After several contacts, Li Zhi became more and more aware that life in a wealthy family was not easy. She turned her head and looked at Song Yancheng secretly. This man was neither humble nor arrogant, and probably was used to it. Li Zhi turned his head slowly and happened to face a certain sight in the living room.

The woman's sixth sense is particularly keen, especially the other party is a beautiful and fashionable homosexual. Mingxi cut her hair short and dyed her romance to the people, making her facial features more and more beautiful. Since entering the door, she has been staring at Li Zhi, unscrupulous and unfriendly.

Li Zhi thought to herself, I don’t owe you anything. The inexplicable fight was about to ignite, and she glared back very unceremoniously.

Song Yancheng saw these small movements, and he didn't say anything. He just "intimately" patted Li Zhi's back of his hand, "Go and eat fruit."

Li Zhi walked to the side hall and looked back halfway. Sure enough, the woman was already standing with Song Yancheng and talking with a smile. She concluded that the relationship between the two must be not simple.

On this side, Mingxi raised his chin and looked at Song Yancheng, "When did you have a girlfriend?"

Song Yancheng said calmly: "It has nothing to do with you."

Mingxi was stabbed by his words, suppressed her expression and lowered her voice: "It's just a fun, right?"

Song Yancheng did not answer positively, but only asked back: "What do you think?"

Mingxi was stunned for a moment. She could bring people here, so she was just having fun. She clenched her fists and said provocatively: "Do you think that if you are like this, your family will look at you more?"

Song Yancheng smiled and said, "Try it."

When he stepped and passed by, Mingxi subconsciously wanted to grab his hand, as if he was bitter and begged: "Yancheng."

Song Yancheng leaned against her body, avoiding her touch without a trace, and said, "Call me second brother."

Li Zhi was here dedicated to eating fruits. Seeing that she had put aside, these relatives with ulterior motives surrounded her:

"How long have you talked to Yancheng?"

"Some days."

"How did you meet?"

"Work."

"What do you do?"

"Where is the company working."

Li Zhi smiled and blocked the temptations from both open and secretly. In fact, these standard answers were clearly written on the contract. Song Yancheng was very detailed, and Li Zhi only needed to read the text according to the script.

The women couldn't speak, and they left after laughing dryly.

Li Zhi specializes in picking expensive cherries to eat. When he stuffed them into his mouth, he was watched by Song Yancheng not far away. Li Zhi's cheeks were bulging. Before he could swallow them, the other half bites to his lips. The dark red juice soaked his lips, and his eyes were filled with two points of innocentness and three points of dullness.

Song Yancheng sneered and disdained, is this a female star?

Silly, let's do food broadcasts.

Not long after, Song Xingdong came down. He sat in a wheelchair, wearing a red scarf to meet the situation. The man looked so energetic, but his eyes were fluttering and he had no focus. The group of people greeted each other warmly, asking about his well-being, and talking about happy birthdays with great effort.

Song Xingdong was confused after getting sick and didn't know at all that today was his birthday. He didn't respond and just searched around in the crowd. When he saw Li Zhi, his eyes finally had a bright light, "Good kid, good kid."

Li Zhi stood there without moving, and smiled and shook his hand at him, "Hello Grandpa."

Song Xingdong laughed, grinning and laughed, and raised his hand to signal her to come over.

In this way, Li Zhi smiled and put down the cherry and walked around. Song Yancheng here naturally followed him. Li Zhi took his arm and walked along to Song Xingdong along the way.

Li Zhi, Song Yancheng: "Happy birthday, grandpa."

Song Xingdong was very happy and held their hands and smiled from ear to ear.

Song Yancheng squatted down, looking filial.

Song Xingdong looked at him and suddenly asked, "How is your job?"

As soon as he said, the people around him were instantly worried to his throat.

The new position of the group's chairman has become unresolved due to his illness. Song Ruiyao, who was determined to be on the verge of being ambition, has now lost the confidence to win. This sensitive moment, raising such a sensitive topic is undoubtedly a thumping heart.

Song Yancheng became the focus, guarded against, hated, disdained, and waited quietly. However, his expression was mediocre and replied: "Everything went well."

Song Xingdong nodded repeatedly, "Oh" and said with a long tone of a beat slower, "Work well."

Song Yancheng gently pressed the old man's hand, "Okay."

Song Xingdong looked at him, his eyes were confused and he returned to his pathology. It was almost time, and Song Yancheng was about to stand up-

"You must be nice to her." Song Xingdong suddenly said.

Song Yancheng frowned slightly, and he instantly understood who this "she" meant.

Song Xingdong thought about it and everyone knew that he was confused, and his tone was ups and downs, with a strong momentum. Everyone's eyes fell to Li Zhi again. Almost at the same time, Song Yancheng held her hand, completely wrapped his palms, and it seemed as if he was alive. He spread his muscles and blood circulation along the lines, and taught her to tremble slightly.

I heard Song Yancheng answer: "Don't worry."

Song Xingdong stared at him, "Don't drink cold water, don't get sick, don't..." He asked a few words, then got stuck, his eyes rolled up, and he thought about something with great difficulty.

Song Yancheng didn't urge him, and waited patiently.

Song Xingdong suddenly smiled and said kindly: "Living together, you have to take care of her."

Li Zhi: "..."

This old man, since he is sick, please say less.

Song Yancheng pondered without saying a word, and the others were smiling openly, but in fact they tried to find flaws in his expressions and words. After a moment, he nodded to the old man, "Okay, listen to you."

Li Zhi realized it later. The jumping chat just now, Song Yancheng conveyed the message to everyone: they were living together.

Li Zhi felt an ominous premonition and gradually evolved into regret.

After the birthday dinner, the guests gradually dispersed and they left at 8 o'clock. Tonight is the second time after the beginning of winter. The cold wind is like a blade, announcing that Haicheng has officially entered the 39th day. A small crossroads from the house to the car, Li Zhi's shoulders have been wet with frost.

She couldn't help but shivered as the heater in the car was beside her.

Bentley turned over Mingqiao and led directly to the city from Binhu Avenue. The street lights were steep, wrapped in the fog in the middle of winter, and the halo was frozen like a flocculent air. Song Yancheng sat beside her, speechless all the way, slowing down the beat.

Li Zhi was nervous and was planning the rest of the journey.

At the traffic light entrance, Song Yancheng finally spoke: "Check it out and move it over."

The smoked charcoal that Li Zhi was holding in his heart ignited a flame. She firmly said: "No."

“We signed the contract.”

"The contract does not require living together!"

"But it is stipulated that you must unconditionally cooperate with all my temporary needs."

Li Zhi secretly scolded the lunatic.

Song Yancheng said lightly: "United party breach of contract, you are waiting to receive the lawyer's letter."

With the heart of this poisonous substance on earth, she must have given her high compensation. Li Zhi was speechless, insulting and regretting. She stubbornly breathed and defended: "I have a very full schedule!"

Song Yancheng looked directly at her, his voice slightly raised, "Full?"

Li Zhi glared back with confidence.

"I would like to remind you that you haven't filmed a TV series for a year, have no endorsements, have no variety shows, and have no advertisements. My recent work is a costume drama two years ago. It appeared in the first episode and was 'killed' in the fifth minute. Well, the schedule is really over."

Li Zhi was speechless, angry and guilty.

Song Yancheng ran out of patience, not discussing, but informing him: "From tomorrow, I will move in with me."
Chapter completed!