Heart attack

Chapter 22
The phone vibrated non-stop, and Shan Yan unlocked the phone. The person who got the news was Guo Erqi. He was talking about his thoughts about the director, and asking Sheng Yan to go out for a drink. Documents under the table.

After taking it out, he turned his gaze back to the phone.

I replied "Yes", and the last one was Guo Erqi's "Bring that beauty here, and I'll think about it".

feast:"……"

He suddenly regretted the act of hastily responding to a message for a manuscript.

Tang Hong was still looking for it. When he looked up, he saw that Sheng Yan was holding the manuscript of the third case. He stretched out his hand and grabbed it out of his hand, "Didn't you find it, why didn't you tell me?"

Sheng Yan regained consciousness, with an indescribable expression, and stood up straight.

Inexplicably, she handed the manuscript to Guanghang, and Pi Zerui followed Ji Wenyin back to her seat with a relieved expression on her face, and Tang Hong followed behind the two of them.

Sheng Yan raised his foot and stood in front of her. Tang Hong also looked at him, still puzzled, "What are you doing?"

"Business trip." Sheng Yan said.

Tang Hong also naturally knew the meaning of this business trip, that is, are these two words hot?Saying that she was chattering, she nodded and walked around the feast, "I'll clean it up."

……

The two came to the bar and box arranged by Guo Erqi, the inside was quiet and silent, Guo Erqi leaned on the back of the sofa, his hair resting on his head, his eyes were confused, with an indescribable coldness, a bit like a feast but more than a feast Had some fireworks.

Pushing open the door and entering, Guo Erqi turned into the same appearance he saw that day again, the corners of his lips curled up carelessly, "Yo, big beauty."

"..." She felt very sorry for the illusion she had just had for a moment.

Guo Erqi turned on the stereo in the box, and the music crackled suddenly, the rhythm of the drum set and various electronic sounds overlapped, making her pinch her earlobes.

Sheng Yan sat down and turned down the volume again.

Tang Hongyi was sitting on the side of the feast, Guo Erqi's right side, facing Guo Erqi obliquely, he didn't care about the size of the music, he picked up the wine glass and handed it to her, she took it and thanked him.

Her drinking capacity varies from person to person, and she can adjust herself. She can get drunk instantly when she needs to be drunk, and stay sober when she doesn't need it. In the current situation, she weighed it and chose the latter.

The wine was mixed alcohol with a very high concentration, she took a sip slightly to show Guo Erqi face.

Guo Erqi drank the wine in one gulp, his mouth quivering, "Sheng Yan, you go out, I want to chat with the beauty alone."

Sheng Yan suddenly choked, calm and sinister.

Misfortune comes from the mouth. At this moment, Guo Erqi, seeing the expression on the feast, completely understood the meaning of the word. His face was sullen, as if if you repeat this sentence again, I will let you die without a whole body.

"..." Guo Erqi withdrew his preface and explained, "I just want to talk about the script with the beauty, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with it."

Naturally, Sheng Yan didn't doubt Guo Erqi's words, he would have done it long ago if he wanted to be a little bit unreasonable, what he cared about was whether Tang Hongyi could adapt to such an environment, and whether he was willing to communicate with Guo Erqi.He turned his head, and Tang Hong also knew that he was seeking her advice, so he nodded immediately.

She was originally in charge of the affairs of "The Legend of Jin Yi". Work is work, and she has a clear division of it. It is the fact that Sheng Yan seeks her opinion, which makes her favorability for Sheng Yan slightly increased, but it is still a negative point. That's right.

Seeing that she agreed, Sheng Yan got up and left the box.

When he walked to the door, he subconsciously took out his mobile phone, and the news on the mobile phone kept popping up, most of them came from his family members, and half of them were from Sheng Minghuai, the master of the Sheng family.

He glanced roughly, and replied with the word "OK" with a cold expression.

(End of this chapter)