The wealthy and ugly, the president's bride

Chapter 767 I Don’t Know If His Promise Still Counts
The film was released for more than half a month, and the box office and word-of-mouth received a good harvest, and Bai Shuang also became popular because of this film, and he was no longer the third-tier role that was forgotten by the audience.

When the box office exceeded one billion yuan, Director Zhang organized a celebration banquet, and Xue Jingrui, one of the investors, was also invited.

Originally, he didn't want to participate, but thinking that the grievances with Bai Shuang had not been resolved, he ordered the secretary to arrange a schedule and rush there on the night of the celebration banquet.

Xue Jingrui went to the hotel on time, but Bai Shuang arrived half an hour late, rushing here in a hurry, as soon as he entered the private room, he bowed to everyone and said apologetically, "I'm sorry for keeping everyone waiting for so long. , I really can’t get away..." It turned out that Bai Shuang had rushed over from the shooting location, had just accepted the endorsement of a certain brand, and was busy shooting commercials.

Bai Shuang only saw Xue Jingrui's existence after flipping through the modest polite manners, her "pure" eyes were obviously surprised, and she called out excitedly, "Jingrui?"

Looking sideways at Bai Shuang, Xue Jingrui didn't respond, but there was a touch of disdain on the corners of his lips. He was once deceived by Bai Shuang's pure and harmless appearance, believing that she was a pure and innocent woman, but he didn't think she was Use this harmless face of yours to deceive yourself again and again.

Seeing that Xue Jingrui didn't respond and everyone else was looking at her, Bai Shuang smiled and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Mr. Xue, I...was rude,"

Xue Jingrui still didn't respond, so he wanted to see how this woman could continue acting.

In the midst of embarrassment, Director Zhang quietly glanced at Xue Jingrui, then waved to Bai Shuang,

"Xiaoshuang, come and sit down, I'll wait for you, we are all a family, Mr. Xue won't pick on you,"

Looking at the vacant seat next to Director Zhang, Bai Shuang didn't go there, but sat only one person away from Xue Jingrui, keeping a large distance from Director Zhang.

Drinking is inevitable at the celebration banquet, but this time Xue Jingrui didn't drink at all, pretending that he was unwell and was taking medicine to recuperate, so he always used tea instead of wine.

Hearing that something was wrong with Xue Jingrui's body, Bai Shuang looked over the body between the two, "President Xue, is it serious?"

I don't know if she really cared or she was just acting, but when she spoke, concern was written in her eyes, and she covered the top of the wine glass with her hand, Xue Jingrui glanced at her and turned back, slightly curling the corners of her lips, and said casually, " It's okay, I'm sick, my wife is divorcing me recently, I'm very upset, I can't sleep, so I went to a Chinese medicine doctor and prescribed some medicine to recuperate."

Hoarfrost...

He licked his lips and sat back again. I don't know if he was being careless, but he always felt that Xue Jingrui told her on purpose. Although Xue Jingrui said he would break up with her after the miscarriage, he promised to give her ten points The dividend was used as the breakup fee. Although he failed to marry into a rich family, it was quite a comfort to get a high compensation.

But now, he suddenly became so indifferent, he wondered if his promise would still come to fruition.

"Xiao Shuang, your acting skills and charisma have contributed to such a good box office result this time. Come, let's toast Mr. Xue and the others together. I hope we can continue to cooperate in the future!"

The other two investors also raised their wine glasses and echoed with a smile, "Director Zhang, as long as there is a good theme, funding is not a problem."

Xue Jingrui leaned back in the chair, with one hand resting on the back of the chair and unconsciously tapping the table with the other, not even willing to pick up the teacup and make a formality.

(End of this chapter)