Kiss You, Sweetheart

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

Song Zhixin took back his mind and said, "please come in."

The assistant lady opened the door, brought in the brewed coffee, walked behind song Zhixin and asked, "Mr. Song, do you want to drink it now or put it on your desk?"

"Put it on the table."

As he spoke, he slowly turned around and walked towards the huge desk.

The assistant put the coffee lightly on the table and bent to leave.

Song Zhixin leaned against the table, picked up the coffee, gently blew it, and took a sip. The strong fragrance of blue mountains made people feel good.

He took the cell phone on the desk and unlocked it.

There is an e-mail prompt, which is sent by the entertainment company. Song Zhixin casually opened it and watched it while drinking coffee. However, when the coffee cup was delivered to his lips, his face suddenly became very ugly.

The content of the email is to tell her that Zheng Mi withdrew from the competition because of her age fraud.

This email is from Ye's entertainment public relations department. He thinks song Zhixin is more or less interested in Zheng MI.

Song Zhixin casually put coffee on the table. Because of his strength and haste, it splashed on his hands and the cuffs of his white shirt. He ignored it and made a phone call.

His face was as deep as ever.

It was the PR manager who answered the phone: "Hello, this is Ye's entertainment."

"What happened to Zheng Mi's withdrawal from the competition?" Song Zhixin asked coldly, "why didn't you call me in advance?"

"Song, Mr. Song, I called you, but you didn't answer. That's why I sent the email." The public relations manager said with trepidation.

Song Zhixin breathed a sigh, remembering that when he was in a meeting, he turned on his mobile phone completely silent, and it was normal to pick up one or two calls.

"Mr. Song, it's Miss Zheng's intention to quit the competition. There's something wrong with her age. Mr. Song, if you want to have a comprehensive understanding, it's more intuitive to watch the news on the Internet. "

Song Zhixin coldly hung up his mobile phone and opened the news without hesitation.

……

Half an hour later, he knew the whole story.

But song Zhixin's face was very gloomy. He was afraid of the mobile phone, his eyes cold slightly Yang, looking out of the window at the sky.

She didn't turn to him for help in such an important event.

He opened the communication records, several missed calls, are s city company senior called, not a number is Demi.

She would rather withdraw from the competition than turn to him.

What was he in her heart? Is it really just a cold deal to get to his bed?

Does this woman have any nostalgia.

Song Zhixin's expression became colder and colder, and a touch of pain flashed through his eyes.

The more I don't care, the more I hold his heart. He really hated this woman, her tightness, her failure to yield, and her treatment of himself So heartless.

***

in the hotel room, Demi is packing her things, while Jin Yushu is looking at her, wiping her tears.

"Sister Amy, how could this happen? Did you really leave like this? Wuwuwu, I can't bear to part with you. "

Demi zipped up her luggage and twisted it in her hand. She said to Jin Yushu, "take care."

She never believed that the girl's tears were real, but she never thought that she would have so many bad eyes.