Spring night kiss

Zhou Yinghuai's smile was still there, and he spoke slowly and gently: "I never knew what style of ring to choose. But after thinking about it for a long time, I thought it would be better to make it myself."

He said this, and then opened the ring box.

Jiang Tan saw the ring in his hand. It was made entirely of jade and was in the shape of an epiphyllum. The milky white jade enamel was delicate and felt warm when looking at it.

Jiang Tan didn't see it with his own eyes.

But at this moment, when she looked at Zhou Yinghuai in front of her, she seemed to be able to see him carefully tracing and carving bit by bit.

The drizzle was like threads, filtering in from the edge of the umbrella.

Jiang Tan blinked and held back the moisture in her eyes. She raised a smile towards Zhou Yinghuai and said, "Really give this to me?"

Zhou Yinghuai put the umbrella aside. The rain was fine and fell very lightly on the person's body, more like a thin veil.

"Really." Zhou Yinghuai's voice was gentle and lazy, and said lightly: "To my fiancée."

Jiang Tan thought that maybe she had come to the tomb alone countless times over the years, but this time, she was happy.

This man named Zhou Yinghuai loves Jiang Tan with everything she ever wanted. He really looks forward to her looking back.

Jiang Tan slowly stretched out his hand with a smile: "Then can you put it on for me?"

This late autumn is no different from previous years, but Jiang Tan is thinking that the coming winter may not be so cold.

Song Zhaozhao left Zheng Heng's company and signed with a budding record company. Song Zhaozhao didn't want the so-called help from Zheng's father, and he didn't even bother to ask for it.

She was already in such a state, but she couldn't do anything like begging for mercy from the culprit.

The company's president is said to be from Hong Kong City. He has a rebellious and youthful attitude. Among a group of beautiful voices, he chose Song Zhaozhao, who can't even speak well.

Song Zhaozhao had seen the rebellious CEO through the thick frosted glass.

The shadowy figure on the back suggested that someone was objecting. The man spoke with a Hong Kong accent: "It's her. I chose her. It's your turn to say no?"

Song Zhaozhao thought that he was probably being used as a bargaining chip.

It's just that the road in the entertainment industry is not easy to follow. No matter what, it is always good to sign a contract.

Song Zhaozhao stayed here with peace of mind. Today is the day to sign the contract.

Song Zhaozhao sat in the office and finally saw the president's true face.

It was a very young face, with deep eyelid wrinkles, and the ends of the eyes were raised like a fox when looking at people.

Compared to Zheng Heng's coquettish beauty, the man's eyes were more cunning and playful.

His complexion was very white, so white that it turned pale. He was tall and thin. He stood leaning against the door frame and spoke with strong emphasis: "Song Zhaozhao?"

The word "Zhao Zhao" has an accent, so it seems to have been brewing between the teeth for a long time.

Song Zhaozhao stood up and did not dare to neglect. He learned the name he had just learned and called Mr. Qin seriously.

The man smiled broadly and sat down in front of Song Zhaozhao.

His posture was leisurely and scrutinizing: "I'm not used to you being so respectful."

Song Zhaozhao has long lost the high spirits she once had. She lowered her eyebrows, and like all unknown juniors who have been in the entertainment industry for many years, she smiled modestly: "You are the boss, and I should be polite to you."

"You are very different from when I met you before." Mr. Qin's eyes were smiling, and his white jade face was full of interest: "Song Zhaozhao, do you really not remember me?" Song Zhaozhao really doesn't Remember, he doesn't remember seeing him.

"Mr. Qin, before us?"

Before Song Zhaozhao finished speaking, Mr. Qin leaned back, leaned on his seat, and looked at Song Zhaozhao calmly, "Weren't you in love with Zheng Heng before? That boy took you to the charity dinner. It was run by my family.”

It turns out they are really old friends.

Song Zhaozhao smiled bitterly and couldn't help but think of the worst outcome. She was not shy and asked directly: "Is there anything going on between Mr. Qin and Zheng Heng?"

"Why do you ask?" The man raised his thick eyebrows slightly and looked at her curiously.

Song Zhaozhao's voice was soft: "If it is a holiday, I have nothing to do with Zheng Heng now. I also hope that Mr. Qin will not anger me. I can leave directly without signing a contract with your company. If it is a good relationship, you want to take care of me." Second, that’s even more unnecessary, Zheng Heng and I have nothing to do with each other.”

The smile on the man's lips deepened, probably because he thought what she said was interesting, so he was full of interest and said slowly: "Miss Song, what do you think I am?"

Song Zhaozhao clenched his fists and said in a helpless and sincere voice: "Mr. Qin, can I say that I don't want to know?"

After she finished speaking, the office was unusually quiet for a moment.

The young and handsome CEO looked at her for a long time and chuckled.

He said, "I'm not kidding you anymore. I am neither. I am not familiar with the Zheng family. It was just that charity dinner that left a deep impression on you. Song Zhaozhao, my name is Qin Yao. Please give me your advice in the future."

The sunlight outside the window came in at some point, illuminating everything in the office very clearly.

Song Zhaozhao saw the deep smile on the man's lips and teeth. It was not until this moment that Song Zhaozhao discovered that the man actually had tiger teeth, and his smile had an unconventional youthful air.

He looked high-spirited.

Qin Yao, what a good name.

Song Zhaozhao stood up and stretched out his hand towards Qin Yao: "Mr. Qin, I will work hard."

Qin Yao smiled and shook it casually. He just pinched Song Zhaozhao's fingertips and separated them immediately.

"Before you work hard, go here and have a look." Qin Yao placed a business card in front of Song Zhaozhao, "My singer must have a good voice."

"This is..." Song Zhaozhao took it with his heart pounding.

"My uncle is an expert in vocal cord repair. This hospital is in Hong Kong City. Song Zhaozhao, I will accompany you to cure your throat." Qin Yao raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Song Zhaozhao standing in front of him: "So good Your voice must not be ruined. I am a talented person and will not allow this to happen."

Song Zhaozhao's hand holding the business card trembled slightly.

She looked at Qin Yao's smiling face in front of her, "Thank you, Mr. Qin."

"You're welcome. I never do business at a loss."

Qin Yao said: "To treat your throat, I not only need the principal, but also the interest. You sign a 10-year contract with me, and within three years from now, all the money you earn will belong to me. Your time is up to me."

It’s really not cover-up at all, just pure businessman behavior.

But Song Zhaozhao only felt that this was a life-saving straw she grasped, giving her a glimmer of hope amid the raging tide.

She clenched the business card in her hand and said without any hesitation, "Mr. Qin, I promise you."