CEO's Imprisoned Wife

Yan Haoyuan overlapped his legs and put them on the tea table. His fingers knocked on his knees and his eyes narrowed slightly. It was obvious that he was in a state of thinking.

Song Yang glanced at him and continued, "I think you know Tang Wen's temperament best. If it's normal, he must withdraw his capital suddenly because of such a small thing. The only possibility I can think of is that he has a new film to invest."

With that, Song Yang put the information on his mobile phone on the tea table and passed it to Yan Haoyuan.

"This is the information I asked Xiao Yu to find in China. Tang Wen and Rong Qian and a new man named Liao Yingying are very close these days, and Tang Wen has seen Xie Hong privately. It is very possible that they want to prepare a new TV play, which is not only the first play of Rong Qian's return to China, but also the meaning of holding the new man and new Hong."

Xie Hong is also a director. A few years ago, she also had the reputation of a talented director, but Yan Haoyuan held him up.

But when Xie Hong became really popular, she immediately switched to Tang Wen.

Therefore, the relationship between Yan Haoyuan and Tang Wen has always been a long time.

"This time, Tang Wen clearly wants to be right with us. With this alone, I don't think President Yanda will let him go."

Yan Haoyuan hooked up the corner of his mouth, turned his eyes, raised a glass to Song Yang, smiled and said, "well, I wish us a happy cooperation first."

"Happy cooperation." Song Yang smiled and drank the red wine in the glass.

Tang Wen, Tang Wen, are you ready to fight back against Song Yang's storm?

"Oh, I said Song Yang. For the sake of brothers for several years, I reluctantly took care of all the costume designs in your play. How about it? It's interesting enough."

Song Yang said with a smile, "since you have said so, I naturally can't wait for it, but I'll tell you the ugly words first. I won't give you any money for your coming out of the mountain."

Rong Hao stared at Song Yang and said, "I know you're stingy. Don't worry. I'm very generous. I don't care about that little money."

"By the way, if Tang Wen really wants to fight with you, this time's drama must be the majority of fashion dramas. Who do you think he will invite to be the designer?" Rong Hao picked a corner of his eye and asked them as if he knew it.

Song Yang glanced at him and said, "Tang Wen intends to let Rong Qian participate this time. Who do you think he is most likely to find."

Said, Song Yang Dynasty Rong Hao sat there and raised his fist at him like a threat, "you guy, if you let me know and dare to betray me, I will make you look good."

Ronghao glanced at him discontentedly and muttered, "when did Ronghao betray you? Besides, Tang Wen knows that I am with you now. The first thing to look for must be Tang Xiangdong who is still in China."

"Although Tang Xiangdong's strength and fame are not as good as mine, he still has his own style. At present, he is also popular in China, so Tang Xiangdong must be the first candidate for Tang Wen."

Yan Haoyuan raised his eyebrows and said, "you don't always have a good relationship with Tang Xiangdong. Call him and let him watch it carefully."

"Tut Tut, I said President Yanda. Is this clearly a threat to him?" Rong Hao shook his index finger. "It's still a beauty trick to deal with people like Tang Xiangdong."

Yan Haoyuan and Song Yang's eyes fell on Rong Hao.

"It's very simple. Only girl Luo can pull Tang Xiangdong into our camp."

"Well, I told you about the specific things here, and you two won't understand. Tang Xiangdong's things are all up to me and Shaner."

The three discussed some things again. When they returned to the hotel, they were all a little confused. Obviously, they drank too much.

Luo Shaner heard the movement outside the door and hurried to open the door. When he looked, he saw the three people standing there with shoulder to shoulder and back, and Rong Hao had collapsed on the ground.

"Hey, what the hell did you three do? How could you drink so much wine?"

Luo Shaner hurried out of the way and let the three stagger into the house, lying on the sofa.

Rong Hao drank the most, turned it over a few times, and then rolled directly to the ground.

Song foreign wine was very good. He lay down on the sofa and fell asleep.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Seeing Yan Haoyuan was going to vomit, Luo Shaner hurriedly helped him to the bathroom.

Yan Haoyuan sat on the ground, holding the toilet and vomiting.

With such a big noise, Wei Ling, who was resting in the bedroom, also woke up.

"Sister Shaner, what's the matter with them?"

Luo Shaner reluctantly pulled at the corners of his mouth, "linger, why are you up? Do you feel better?"

Wei Ling nodded shyly, "I'm much better now. Sister Shaner, you take care of him. I'll take care of Song Yang in the living room."

Wei Ling wet the towel and turned to the living room.

"Hey, Yan Haoyuan, how about you? Is it better?"

Luo Shaner heard the sound of flushing, hurried to help him up, and then dragged him to the bed.

"I said you really are. You know you don't drink well. Why do you drink so much?"

Luo Shaner frowned, wiped his face, and muttered angrily.

Rong Hao was drunk alone. She could understand it, but Yan Haoyuan and Song Yang were so out of tune.

He sighed helplessly, and Luo Shaner helped him take off his clothes.

"Don't go, don't leave me." Yan Haoyuan grabbed Luo Shaner's wrist, frowned and whispered vaguely.

Looking at yanhaoyuan's childlike appearance, Luo Shaner reluctantly raised the corner of his mouth, patted his hand and said softly, "I'm just going to wash my clothes and won't go."

But yanhaoyuan still clung to Luo Shaner.

"Sister Shaner, just give me your clothes. Just stay here with him. I'll take care of Song Yang and Rong Hao."

Wei Ling came in, helped take Yan Haoyuan's clothes and threw them into the washing machine together with song yangronghao.

"Ling'er, please." Luo Shaner reluctantly pointed to Yan Haoyuan like a child.

There was Wei Ling outside, and Luo Shaner was relieved. Then he looked at Yan Haoyuan and held his wrist tightly. He smiled helplessly and lay beside him.

Yanhaoyuan pulled her into his arms as soon as he fished her, put his head against her chin and slept.

Smelling the wine on him, Luo Shaner frowned and pushed him a few times. He muttered discontentedly, "Hey, you stink."

Instead, it is yanhaoyuan's more forceful embrace.

Luo Shaner's head was against his chest and smiled helplessly. He had to rub it in his arms and change a comfortable posture.

The next day, Luo Shaner had already prepared lunch. Last night, the three drunkards woke up one by one.

"Well, it's delicious. What are you doing, girl Luo?" Rong Hao was used to it. He patted his head, got up from the sofa with a smile, and consciously walked to the table and sat down.

Yan Haoyuan and Song Yang both woke up, but now they are sitting on the sofa, looking like they didn't wake up.

"Hey, I say you two are too bad. It's such a big reaction to drink so little wine."

Luo Shaner glanced at him, then walked over and dragged them over.

"Well, I'll cook porridge for you two and drink some to warm your stomach first." Luo Shaner handed them a bowl of preserved egg lean meat porridge.

"Sister Shaner, your porridge is really good to drink." Wei Ling sat next to Song Yang and praised him with a smile.

Looking at the three drunkards in front of her and Wei Ling's patient, Luo Shaner couldn't laugh or cry. How could she feel the illusion of returning to the hospital to work.

"By the way, Shaner, call Tang Xiangdong later and tell him that there are some things you can't handle here. Let him come to Paris." Rong Hao said to Luo Shaner while sipping porridge.

Luo Shaner knew that it might be because of the crew, so he didn't ask in detail, so he agreed.

After lunch, Song Yang and Yan Haoyuan left together.

"Alas, strange, when did their relationship become so good?" Wei Ling asked suspiciously.

Rong Hao groaned, "little girl, the friendship between men is very simple and pure."

"By the way, I said, you two, take advantage of the fact that the crew hasn't finished yet. Do you want me to take you for a good stroll, or you won't have time to go out again when you get busy later."

A bright light appeared in Wei Ling's eyes. It was tight and dark. He sat down on the sofa honestly, "I'd better not go."

Luo Shaner also waved his hand, "go yourself. I'll get familiar with the script now, otherwise it's too late."

According to the specific scene, to design specific clothes, so she must do her homework in advance.

"Well, I'll go myself. Oh, girl Luo, don't forget to call Tang Xiangdong and ask him to come quickly."

Luo Shaner nodded, took out his mobile phone, opened the address book, and his fingers stayed on the name of 'Tang Xiangdong'.

Although he didn't know what it was, Luo Shaner thought that letting him come might make the design more efficient.

"Hello, Shaner, what can I do for you?"

At the other end of the phone, Tang Xiangdong quickly answered the phone.

"Well, we are in Paris now. I may need your help in some places, so can you come as soon as possible?"

Tang Xiangdong chuckled, "Shaner, such a bad reason must be that Ronghao asked you to say so."

Luo Shaner raised his eyebrows suspiciously. Is it lame? She's telling the truth.

"Do you... Want to come?" Luo Shaner asked in a rather uncertain tone. She thought it was very simple, but now it seems that Tang Xiangdong's tone is still a little complicated.

"Go, I must go. Even if he doesn't go, I will help you tie people to you. Don't worry, Shaner."

At the other end of the phone, Zhuge Xiaoxiao's unique clear and loud voice came.