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Zhang Jiajia said: "Actually, your character is also very cute. You can bring countless laughs to the audience. Then you just need to imitate my movements. The less professional the dance, the better. At the end, I had a solo dance. When the time comes, you will just kneel on the ground with a look of nympho conquered by me, anyway, your task is to create a comedy effect, as for how to dance and how to act, it is up to you to develop yourself."

Song Xing also understood that she just needed a clown, because there must be many people in the company who can dance ordinary ballet, and this is more eye-catching.

Song Xing didn't say anything, and silently opened the gift box she gave her.

Inside the gift box is a gray tutu. Apart from the color, the workmanship of the skirt is quite exquisite.

Zhang Jiajia said: "Xingye, this dress is beautiful. I give it to you. It is custom-made by a famous designer. If you buy it, it will cost five figures. You must look beautiful in it."

Zhang Jiajia was not worried that Song Xing would steal her limelight that day, because she didn't know ballet, and once she appeared on stage, it was just a joke.

Song Xing also said: "You don't need to give it to me, I don't know how to dance ballet, so it's useless to ask for this skirt."

The annual meeting of Shangsheng Group was held in the banquet hall on the top floor of Shangsheng Building.

The banquet hall is very large, and you can't even see the border after entering. Today, all the people are dressed up to attend, with their clothes fragrant and their temples shadowed, and the cups and cups are intertwined.

Song Xing also went in with a few newcomers from the secretary department.

It was also the first time for everyone to see such a grand scene, and everyone was very excited.

Because almost all the artists from the artist department of the company were present.

One must know that Sheng Yu's artists accounted for half of the entertainment industry, and many of them were top stars in the entertainment industry.

These people are usually praised as if they live in the clouds, and it is almost difficult to see one side, but now they are gathered together.

Shangsheng's annual meeting seemed to have turned into a large awards venue.

The old employees of the company are naturally not surprised, but for the new employees, it has become a large-scale star chasing scene.

Xiaohui took several other people to keep looking for photos with celebrities.

Then send it to Moments to show off.

Song Xing also joined them soon.

Zhang Jiajia sneered at this: "It's really a bunch of bumpkins who have never seen the world."

After speaking, Zhang Jiajia's gaze began to search for Shang Yuqian.

But Zhang Jiajia searched for a long time, but did not see Shang Yuqian.

The dinner officially started half an hour later. Shang Yuqian was the person who would give a speech every year, but this year it was the vice president of the company.

Zhang Jiajia was a little restless, why didn't the president come over today?

After the vice president's speech, it was the much-anticipated performance segment.

A huge stage rose in the center of the venue, and the host was a popular satellite TV brother in the entertainment industry.

After interacting with several big names, the host began to host employee performances.

The list of programs has already come out, and the programs of Zhang Jiajia and Song Xingye are scheduled to be fifth.

At this time, the two of them had already changed their clothes in the lounge.

Zhang Jiajia looked anxious: "Why hasn't the president come yet? The show is about to start. Where did he go?"

Song Xing didn't know either.

Zhang Jiajia took Song Xingye's hand: "We are going to play soon. If the president doesn't come, my hard work these days will be in vain. Xingye, can you call Secretary Zhou? He will definitely talk to the president. Together."

Just now Zhang Jiajia hadn't seen Secretary Zhou either.

Song Xing was also very helpless: "If they really have more important things, they won't come back even if they call."

"How will you know if you don't try it? You asked Secretary Zhou to come and see your performance. Maybe the president will come back with you."

Zhang Jiajia had already picked up Song Xingye's mobile phone on the table, dialed Secretary Zhou's number without any explanation, and handed it to Song Xingye.

Song Xingye: "..."

The call was quickly connected: "Xing Ye, what do you need from me?"

Secretary Zhou's voice came from the phone.

Song Xing also got up: "Secretary Zhou, I just want to ask, where are you now?"

"The president and I are going to the airport to pick up an important person, what's the matter?"

Zhang Jiajia also heard Secretary Zhou's voice on the phone, and excitedly kept hinting at Song Xingye.

Song Xing had no choice but to say: "Then have you received anyone? When will you be back?"

"Xing Ye, is there something wrong with you?" Zhou Ming'an's voice revealed a hint of worry.

Song Xing never called him lightly, usually when something serious happened and she couldn't solve it by herself, she would ask him for help.

Song Xing also quickly said: "It's nothing serious, but the performance at the annual meeting will start soon, you...you...would you like to come back and watch my performance?"

There seemed to be a long silence on the phone.

Song Xingye's heart was also beating wildly.

She was really afraid that she would cause trouble for Zhou Ming'an.

After a long time, Zhou Ming'an's voice came from the phone: "We are almost at the company."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Jiajia also said to Song Xing: "Secretary Zhou is really kind to you, Xingye, hurry up and dump the wild man outside, don't let Secretary Zhou down."

Zhang Jiajia naturally has some far-reaching plans of her own.

As long as Song Xing also has the line of Secretary Zhou, she can grasp all the whereabouts of the president, which is very important for her to climb to the position of Mrs. Shang.

She must make a good match with Song Xingye and Secretary Zhou.

at this time.

A black Bentley just got off the city highway.

The atmosphere inside the car was extremely condensed.

Zhou Mingan drove without squinting. He didn't take a look in the rearview mirror until a cold voice came from the back seat.

"Secretary Zhou, have you gotten too close to her recently?"

His voice was flat, but Zhou Ming'an had been with him for so many years. At this moment, he could feel that Shang Yuqian was very unhappy.

Zhou Ming'an said: "You mean she asked me to go to the performance. Actually, I didn't think of it, but I think she just treats me as a family member and friend. I hope someone will cheer her up on this occasion."

"Then why didn't she look for me?" Shang Yuqian glanced coldly, and Zhou Mingan tightened his fingers on the steering wheel.

God knows why that girl didn't look for you.

Zhou Ming'an could only say, "Then you can ask her tonight."

Shang Yuqian stopped talking, and a gloomy look flashed in his eyes inexplicably.

A blond man sitting in the co-pilot was confused and said in broken Chinese: "Qian, An, what are you talking about, who is she? An, it's yours who called you just now." Girlfriend?"

"No..." Zhou Ming'an said awkwardly.

"But she specially invited you to watch her performance. It's obviously only for the man she likes. She must have a lot of admiration for you."

Beads of sweat oozed from Zhou Ming'an's forehead: "Sanmu, stop talking."