Domineering cute baby: president daddy, you devil!

Zhang Ming? Looking back on the moments when I got along with him, I really found a lot of doubts. For example, at the beginning, her leg was injured. Although it had little to do with Zhang Ming, it seemed that it had something to do with Zhang Ming.

When you start to doubt a person, all his actions will become every little doubt.

"Xiao Ju, please ask Zhang Ming's phone number for me. Don't let others find out."

Xiao Ju also knows that there is a computer expert around Tang Xin. Now when she hears Tang Xin say so, she immediately understands what's going on.

"I know, sister tangxin."

Although after this event, the publicity meeting is still going on, and fans are still fighting for tickets. 3000 tickets are sold out at the moment when the purchase channel is opened.

Just the night before the promo, Tang Xin suddenly receives a call from Ni LAN. At the other end of the phone, Ni Lan's tone is very anxious: "Tang Xin, our venue has been occupied!"

"What's the matter?"

"Just now, the person in charge of the venue came to tell me that it was the leader who gave the order. They need to have a cultural show today. Let's give the venue. Of course, I don't want to, but the leader..."

It's really a big event, but how can we suddenly come to the stadium, and there are still people in the stadium.

Tang Xin's face is instantly ugly. He takes up the car key and runs back to the company. Ni LAN is already in a hurry there.

"Tomorrow is the publicity meeting. Now tell us that there is no venue. Isn't it obvious that it's hard for us to do it?"

"With 20000 viewers, can we stand up all at once?"

Tang Xin is also worried, but at the same time, she also knows that it's no use just worrying. She has to solve the problem.

Seize Ni Lan's hand, "elder sister LAN, let's go to the person in charge of the venue in person."

"Ah?" Ni LAN has not yet reacted to come over by Tang Xin to pull to run. Two people went directly to the venue and found the person in charge.

Seeing Tang Xin, the person in charge also had a bitter face and couldn't say: "Miss Tang, it's really not that we're going to fight back, but it's because the one above gave us a dead order, saying that there's something wrong with their performance venue. Let's vacate the venue as soon as possible."

"I told them at that time that I couldn't do it. I also told them that they had rented it to you, but the one said that he didn't care. In a word, he had to make room before tomorrow. This..."

Tang Xin frowned, intuition told her, this thing is not so simple, again and again coincidence, how possible.

Someone must be behind the scenes.

"Do you have the contact information of that person? I'll find him myself. "

As soon as the picture turns, this is a very quiet teahouse. Most of the people in it are old people. They come here to drink tea and listen to the opera. Moreover, this place is hidden in the alley, so few people come here.

At this time, Tang Xin is sitting here, waiting for a person.

After about ten minutes, the chair in front of him was pulled back. Hearing the sound, Tang Xin raised his head and saw the man in front of him - "Mr. Guan."

The visitor is a young man, with a gentle and calm face, only a pair of eyes, like a deep well, unable to see the emotion inside, which makes people shiver.

"I've heard a lot about you, Miss Tang."

The two people sat opposite and did not take the lead in speaking.

Until the waiter sent a pot of tea again, Tang Xin poured two cups, one of which was pushed to the man in front of him.

The man picked it up, sniffed it first, and then sipped it: "good West Lake Longjing, not bad."