Young Master Quan, How Have You Been?

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"This gentleman ..."

As soon as the director of Da Lotian spoke, he was calmed by Li Chuan's eyes.

He had a shock in his heart, and his eyes were so fierce, so how terrible was the adult sitting next to him just now?

Li Chuan stepped in front of him and whispered, "We will not pay half a dime for any investment made by Lotte in the future."

His voice was cold and stern, knocking every word on the head of Daletiantai.

Quanshi Group is quite famous in the entire industry, both in business and entertainment circles have given him enough face.

In particular, the media companies under his control can be named in the entertainment industry. Of course, the first media company has also been monopolized by Quanshi, and it is now in danger, and the ranking has suddenly dropped.

At first Li Chuan was still a little confused. I don't know why the adult wanted to do this, but later I saw that the Internet was so overwhelming about Miss Shen Shenxue that he understood the reason.

After Li Chuan went out, Da Letian's director was lying on the sofa, his hands and feet were cold, and he was frightened with cold sweat.

He took off the glasses on his nose, reached out and touched his hair, and his hands were all sweaty.

"It's over."

He murmured softly, as if a prophecy, indicating that this extremely hot lottery was about to decline.

In another box, the host of Lotte was full of excitement.

Shen Shenxue supported her head with her hands, her curly eyelashes were raised slightly, her eyes blurred and she looked at the opposite Song Chenchen.

All the routines that need to be done are finished, and all the routines have been said, so it is time to get to the topic.

"Actually, I have one thing I want to ask you today." Shen Shenxue took the white napkin around his neck and spread it on his lap, whispering softly.

Song Chenchen nodded for a moment, then laughed: "It is my greatest honor to be asked by Miss Shen Shenxue, and I will do my best if there is anything to speak to me!"

His expression was ambiguous, his gaze was always leaning towards her crisp chest, and the **** in his eyes was clear.

After all, he is also a person who will not hide, otherwise there will not be so much black material about him online, but no matter how much black material, he will not be able to hold him back as a powerful person.

Shen Shenxue didn't answer him directly, but took a sip of juice gently.

The red lips murmured slightly, and if the eyes were a little sad, they sighed softly: "I picked up a script, it's a family ethics drama, just ..."

She said only half of her words, and she looked at Song Chenchen just right.

Song Chenchen immediately understood what she meant, and asked, "Is there no investor in this TV show willing to invest?"

Shen Shenxue nodded, pouting and chuckling: "It's really the same as Brother Song you think. No wonder they all said that if something happened, they must come to Brother Song, and Brother Song is very good at what he does."

"Mr. Song" has become "brother Song", and it sounded very useful to Song Chenchen.

"What a difficult thing to do ... although I know a lot of investors, but I don't know if they are willing to sponsor this TV series. After all, it involves interests, and everyone must not be careless."

Song Chenchen hesitated, and cast a glance at Shen Shenxue, implying full meaning.

Shen Shenxue took a look, set the juice aside, supported her body, and departed towards Song Chenchen.

Just as her lips were close to Song Chenchen's face, the door was suddenly opened.

The waiter opened the door. She was pale and looked frightened.

She put a bottle of Romani-Conti on the table, bowed slightly to Song Chenchen, and trembled, "Sir, excuse me, this is the wine from a gentleman in the box next door."

The good things that day and night thought about were disturbed. Song Chenchen was naturally upset, but when his eyes touched the bottle of Romani-Conti, his eyes lit up immediately.

He has seen this wine before, and took a few sips, but only a few sips.

Romani-Conti is the king of red wine in France. A bottle of wine is almost equivalent to the value of a suite. It is difficult for an old artist with his assets and qualifications to drink it, and he does not know which one is so generous.

Song Chenchen narrowed his eyes to the outside, only the slightly concealed door, but nothing else.

He was a little excited, and quickly got up and asked the waiter, "Where is that gentleman? I want to go in person to thank him."

A bottle of wine can show the dignity of the identity. Since there is a good opportunity, he must of course make a good deal of flattering. It is not possible. Please ask the "Goddess" around to accompany a wealthy rich man.

He knew from the beginning what Shen Shenxue's role was, and now it was exactly where she was used.

Although I ca n’t eat it now, I may be able to eat it in the future, after all, a woman who is full of people, even as beautiful as a broken shoe.

When Song Chenchen turned around and left, he closed the door intently.

Shen Shenxue held a small spoon and dug a sip of strawberry-flavored ice cream into her mouth. The cold touch suddenly melted in her mouth, and the corners of her eyes rose slightly, but the corners of her mouth squeezed tightly.

She knew that Song Chenchen was not a very interactive person, so she didn't even think about kissing him just now, she just acted so that people could not see and eat, it was always her special skill.

Fortunately, the waiter appeared very clever.

Song Chenchen followed the waiter all the way forward, and came to an end. I saw the opposite wall and no so-called rich man was waiting. He was a little dazed.

He turned around in confusion, and suddenly saw a stick coming at him. Before he could see who it was, he heard a muffled sound on his head, his eyes darkened, and passed out.

The strong man holding the stick turned his head, facing Li Chuan, bowed his head and said, "Boss, the man has passed out."

Li Chuan said quietly, "Huh", and said coldly, "Throw directly into the river, don't let him die."

Shen Shenxue didn't wait for Song Chenchen to return in the box for a long time, and frowned unhappyly.

Her time is not so worthless. If Song Chenchen doesn't plan to help her, wouldn't it be better to just refuse? Anyway, she has a lot of names in her phone book.

The door of the box was opened again, Shen Shenxue looked up, but saw that the waiter just came back again.

"Miss, that gentleman has gone back just now. He asked me to come over and tell you, and I will reply to you tomorrow."

The waiter was sweating all over himself, afraid that Shen Shenxue would ask any questions, but he saw that Shen Shenxue was content to pack and prepare to leave.

When she walked to the door, Shen Shenxue turned suddenly and asked, "I don't need to pay for this meal."

She glanced at the pile of food that she hadn't eaten even a few mouthfuls. She had some pain in her body. If the money really had to be paid by her, she probably didn't want to go out tonight.

The waiter shook his head and said quickly: "The previous husband has already paid."

Shen Shenxue nodded, and went straight out. There were numerous cars coming and going outside. The roads and crowds under the neon lights were particularly lively.

She rarely comes out at night, and generally she just wants to hide in her cabin.

Because of darkness, it's not just the place where light doesn't shine.