Rebirth of the famous family in the entertainment industry

Chapter 201 This is just my personal hobby (3)
Then, smoke slowly.

The action of bowing his head and smoking a cigarette also carried an indescribable beauty. Song Wang couldn't help but smiled, and said, "I knew that there is no man in this world that you can't handle. Thank you, Sister Ning."

"It's okay." Sister Ning smiled with eye circles out, "That's not necessarily the case."

"What?" Song Wang raised his eyebrows.

"You said that there is no man I can't deal with," Sister Ning looked at him and smiled softly, "This is indeed exaggerating me."

"Oh?" Song Wang raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Sister Ning was still looking at him with a smile, without saying a word, her gentle eyes like water rippled over his picturesque eyebrows, and another face with a high degree of similarity appeared in her mind involuntarily.

Song Wang has a good appearance, and is rare to see handsome, with beautiful eyebrows and eyes, even more feminine, but not feminine at all, always has the connotation of being undisciplined and romantic.

He is exactly the same as his father, Song Qinghui.

The famous young gambling king back then was not exactly what he looked like.Proud and reckless, with flamboyant demeanor, flying eyebrows, and never thinking of the consequences in doing things, otherwise, she would not have taken away the young lady of the Chu family in the capital just because of a chance encounter.

Song Qinghui is always impulsive like a child, but only in front of the romantic and innocent Chu Xianglan, he is calm and responsible, like a man.

When he talked about her, she was always proud, and he called her "Xiangxiang" affectionately.

How strange, the three words Chu Xianglan, to others, are at best "Xianglan" and "Lan'er".

He is the only one who always smiles coquettishly and proudly when he talks about it, as if talking about his own treasure, calling that person "Xiangxiang."

Can't tell whether it's envy or jealousy, she always wants to pester him, seduce him, and kiss him.But it has never been successful, and the only time he kissed him forcefully while he was drunk, it failed as she wished.

Song Qinghui fell on her bed, opened his eyes in a daze, said "the smell is wrong", pushed her away, and ran out like a frightened rabbit.

It was precisely because of this frustration that she never told him that when they were kissing, she saw Chu Xianglan's thin figure flashing past.

After that, she never saw those two again.

The murder case of the Song family in Qingcheng was a sensation, and their teenage son was picked up by people from the capital not long after.

That child is Song Wang.

She came to Beijing after a while, and managed ten colors for more than ten years.

Back then, the handsome, handsome, undisciplined young man who was as tall and straight as jade, had married and established a career in the blink of an eye, just like his own father, who regarded a beautiful and charming girl as his heart and soul.

In this world, there are always some men who, despite all their efforts, are difficult to control.

Sister Ning didn't speak any more, she lowered her head and took another sharp puff of the cigarette between her fingers, put one hand against her bright red lips, and coughed lightly twice.

On the side, Zhao Qing walked quickly to Song Wang.

"Okay?" Song Wang raised his eyebrows to look at him, although he asked a question, his tone was firm.

"Are we leaving now?"

While Zhao Qing was talking, Song Wang had already stood up, brushed off the corner of his suit, and smiled with his lips curled up: "Right now, how could there be a better time than this to invite reporters."

"I'll arrange it." Zhao Qing said, and quickly followed.

Song Wang's two fearful behaviors are, first, he is always surprised, and second, he never leaves room for it.

When Zhao Qing drove all the way and stopped under the Guangying Media building, two lines of bodyguards in black who had been waiting for him quickly greeted him, surrounded him and walked in.

At the same time, the vice-chairman of Guangying, who had pre-arranged, came out in a hurry, with a polite and humble attitude, and made everyone who had been in the hall stop together as soon as he entered the hall.

"what's up?"

"I don't know, I haven't heard any news!"

"The company won't change ownership, will it?"

A murmur whispered in the ear, but the people who entered the door went straight into the elevator without turning their eyes, and separated the misty staff from the outside.

After all, there is indeed no room for them to comment on the company's leadership change.

A group of people went up for a long time.

Half a day later, the news that President Huanyu Song took over Light and Shadow spread across all floors of Light and Shadow Media as if he had grown wings. The board of directors was over, and reporters who had previously received the news flocked.

The incident happened suddenly. By the time the news was broadcast, it was already past two o'clock in the afternoon.

Cheng Siqi had just arrived in the classroom, and the students who were chattering couldn't help but look up at her. She was always calm and composed, and Cheng Siqi felt a little uncomfortable being looked at by the hot eyes around her.

"What's the matter?" He and Chu Ying accepted everyone's attention and sat down. She smiled at the girl next to her and asked a question.

"I envy you!" The girl covered her heart and let out a long sigh, handed her mobile phone towards her, and said excitedly, "Your husband has taken over Guangying. Oh, no, the name will be changed soon, not Guangying, but Orange Light entertainment."

"Ah?" Cheng Siqi asked in surprise, lowered her head, and in the screen, Song Wang, surrounded by media reporters, was serious and said with high spirits: "Light and shadow have become history, and our journey of orange light has just begun. I believe , This is a brand new starting point. Here, as long as you work hard, everything is possible. Orange Light provides every artist with enough fair opportunities, please believe that I will help you go as far as you want to go!"

He always speaks like that, very proud and confident, with a strong voice, unquestionable.

A few words can arouse the desire and enthusiasm in people's hearts. It seems that the blueprint he drew is close at hand.

Finally, a reporter asked: "Does the word orange light have any special meaning?"

Song Wang smiled at the camera with gentle eyes: "An idol worth following is like a beam of light, bright and dazzling, always in front of your eyes, and you need to work hard to catch up with him. I hope that every artist under the banner is a Beam of Light is worth chasing and following. As for why you chose 'Orange'..."

Song Wang's tone paused slightly, and said with a smile: "This is just my personal hobby, a homonym."

"Ah!" The girl next to her clasped Cheng Siqi's arm tightly with both hands, and screamed, "A homonym! A homonym! Did you hear that?! Personal hobby! Ah! Personal hobby! Is it really okay to show affection like this? Your President Song really raises people's love expectations a lot every time he appears."

(End of this chapter)