Chapter Eighty-Five: Rejected

Mo Xiaomi helped Xia Qiao put on her coat and said, "I can't say this, but it's really pleasing to watch Sister Xia Qiao and Mr. Song together!"

The stylist next to him couldn't help but mutter: "Actually, I'm a real summer solstice cp fan." ”

Xia Qiao and Mo Xiaomi didn't hear it, and hurried to shoot the next scene.

As everyone knows, like the previous times, when she didn't know it at all, the news of Song Zhiyuan personally visiting the class had been spread on the Internet.

Wei Chifeng, who was sitting in the office in a suit and leather shoes, suddenly saw a lot of messages popping up on his mobile phone, clicked in to take a look, and slapped the table angrily: "It's Song Zhiyuan again!"

The photo of Song Zhiyuan exploring Ban Xia Qiao was posted by netizens again, although it will not be popular every time, but it also maintains a lot of popularity.

CP fans jumped out one after another and made various edits, exclaiming that they were going to be sweetened.

"This bastard actually went to visit the class first! I, a legitimate investor, haven't been to the crew yet, bastard! What a chicken thief!"

Wei Chifeng unconsciously crumpled the documents in his hand and smashed them out angrily.

Qin Hai, who pushed the door open a crack and was secretly observing, was "bulleted" in glory......

Looking at the president who was thundering inside, Qin Hai ignored the pain in his head, took a step back and closed the door.

"Qin Hai, come in!"

Hearing this, Qin Hai was extremely desperate in his heart, pushed open the door and walked in.

"What are you doing sneakily outside?" Wei Chifeng glanced at him and said, "Solve that Song Zhiyuan, don't let him appear in front of Xia Qiao!"

Qin Hai immediately reacted to what was going on, and looked at his president with a mentally retarded expression and said, "Boss, do you think you are filming an underworld TV series?"

"I don't care, I'm going to slap him to the wall, and then put a few layers of lime to make a specimen, and see how he can go to Xia Qiao to be courteous...... even helped Xia Qiao wipe his mouth, my God, I haven't even held Xia Qiao's hand!" Wei Chifeng walked around the room with his waist crossed.

Qin Hai on the side was also speechless for a while when he heard Wei Chifeng's words, this should be a problem with your own flirting skills, Lord President, right?

Thinking of this, Qin Hai couldn't help but burst out laughing, and Wei Chifeng immediately looked back and glared: "Is it so funny?"

Qin Hai was so frightened by his eyes that he took a step back, then wiped his sweat and said: "Boss, I think it, Xia Qiao has already denied it, she and Song Zhiyuan's CP on the Internet is still so popular, or you can find someone to fry with Miss Xia Qiao, this is called virtual and real ~ Fighting poison with poison ~ ......"

Qin Hai said that he hadn't finished speaking, and the moment he raised his head, he was almost not killed by Wei Chifeng's eyes.

Mom, what's wrong with that?

Wei Chifeng hugged his arms, his eyes were extremely cold: "Qin Hai, do you know what you were talking about just now? Do you want my woman to continue to fry CP with others? Do you want a hellish 'Xia Solstice CP' to be solved yet, and a bunch of 'Xia Wang', 'Xia Li', 'Xia Chen'...?"

Qin Hai wiped his sweat again and said, "It doesn't seem to be right......"

"I'll give your grandma a leg!"

"Ahem, president, don't be angry yet, listen to my explanation. ”

Qin Hai thought for a while and said, "Actually, Mr. Song is different from others in that he is too close to Miss Xia, if you let Miss Xia and others in the entertainment industry fire CP through filming, it will not only be good for Miss Xia, but also make Xia Zhi CP slowly be left out in the cold.

Think about it, you can't do anything about a president of Song Zhiyuan, wouldn't it be much easier for you to change to someone else in the entertainment industry?"

Wei Chifeng listened to Qin Hai's words, and thought about it carefully, as if this was really the truth.

Suddenly, he thought of another thing, and instantly slapped the table in surprise and said, "I almost forgot, in the contract, I clearly wrote to Xia Qiao that I am not allowed to fall in love, oops, why am I so smart?!"

Wei Chifeng clapped his hands, and his mood suddenly improved: "I'll see what that Song Zhiyuan can do!"

During this time, he had been busy with a big project, so that he didn't have time for Wei Chifeng to harass Xia Qiao, and he never expected that before he officially started to pursue Xia Qiao, that Song Zhiyuan would act again.

Due to his busy work, Wei Chifeng still didn't go to Xia Qiao, and called Ji Lan the next day and said straight to the point: "Has Song Zhiyuan often come to Xia Qiao recently?"

"It's not just a lot, I come every day, people are like a little couple every day, why doesn't a certain president of Wei Da do it?"

Ji Lan teased.

Wei Chifeng was really angry: "It's so shameless!"

"People are originally small, what is shameless about visiting the class to make their own small, and people still come every day with a hand-made love lunch!"

Speaking of this, Ji Lan even felt that Wei Chifeng was not angry, the speed of chasing was so slow, it was quite busy to be a president, but the method of chasing and flirting, and the impression left on Xia Qiao was summed up in just one sentence: This person is sick in the brain, right?

At that time, Ji Lan didn't know what to say, and finally paused for a long time and said, "It's that I will get sick when I meet you." ”

Wei Chifeng clenched his fists, he also knew that his level of flirting with his sister was too poor, didn't he buy a lot of books recently and was making up for it?

He also wants to learn it quickly......

He said to Ji Lan: "You go and tell Huang Shaopeng, just say what I said, too much news about the crew has been exposed, I am already angry, tell him to take care of the crew, and film in a completely closed manner recently!"

"And let me be a wicked man. Ji Lan heard that the phone had hung up, and reluctantly walked towards Huang Shaopeng.

Wei Chifeng, who hung up the phone, called Song Zhiyuan's office without hesitation.

"Hey, hello, this is the office of Mr. Song Zhiyuan of the Yin Language Studio. ”

"I'm Wei Chifeng, the president of Fengyun Entertainment, recently your studio is not considering an offline promotional event, I have a few new artists here who sing well, and I want to arrange to meet the world. ”

Wei Chifeng got straight to the point, frightened the assistant who answered the phone on the other side of the phone, and stammered: "Feng, Fengyun Entertainment, want to cooperate with us?"

"I, I'll go and tell Mr. Song right away. ”

Wei Chifeng listened to the other party's flattered tone, and smiled disdainfully: Hehe, Song Zhiyuan is nothing more than that.

After waiting for less than a minute, the voice of Song Zhiyuan's assistant sounded on the opposite side again: "No, I'm sorry President Weida, our Mr. Song, he doesn't want to." ”

"Don't want to?!" Wei Chifeng's voice instantly raised a few decibels.

The assistant on the other side was so frightened that he said sorry twice and immediately hung up the phone, leaving Wei Chifeng sitting at the desk messy-

Wei Chifeng, the president of his dignified entertainment, was rejected by someone?