That night, Zeny pulled Laila to discuss her new movie for a long time, and also took out the "way of death" that she had thought about some time ago as a reference. The two talked so late that it was rare for Leila to sleep in.

Maybe she wasn't born with a lazy sleep, and she felt like she was woken up by Claire not long after she fell asleep.

"What's the urgency at such an early age?" she looked at the clock on the bedside table, it was only half past seven. If nothing mattered, Claire wouldn't wake herself up knowing she had just slept a few hours ago.

"Telephone. Demi called, saying that there was something very important. Claire brought her the phone.

Leila took it in her hand and thanked her before putting her phone to her ear: "I'm Leila." ”

"Boss, something is wrong!" Demi's eager voice came.

"What's wrong?" Leila has some low blood pressure, and if she is woken up by lack of sleep, she will have the same wake-up gas as many "low blood pressure demon kings".

However, her self-control was relatively strong, and she had not lost her temper for the time being, and if Demi dared to disturb her sleep with something insignificant, the poor blonde secretary would probably have to endure a thunderous rage.

Demi didn't even hear the stiffness and unkindness in her boss's tone, because she had already run out of ideas: "Boss, there's an exclusive report about you in the New York Post today!"

"The New York Post?" Leila frowned, with a bad premonition, it was a tabloid that had always attracted people's attention with gossip, and it was also a newspaper owned by Murdoch, the rival of her old man, and if anyone dared to report any news about herself, I am afraid that it was the only one.

"What do you have to say about me?" she said, reflecting on some recent events, and it seemed that there was nothing worth making a big deal about. In their own identity, those paparazzi don't dare to make up some lies and post them to the newspaper, so what kind of news will make Demi call anxiously early in the morning?

"It's about...... About ...... "Demi wanted to cry, and she suddenly felt that she shouldn't have called early in the morning. It's just that exposing the boss having a boyfriend isn't a big deal, right?

Leila was impatient: "About what!"

Demi was taken aback and hurriedly said, "About your boyfriend." ”

"What?" Leila frowned, thinking that maybe she hadn't woken up yet, otherwise how could she hear such a ridiculous thing.

"Your boyfriend...... things. Demi's voice was much lighter because of the weakness of her heart.

Even so, it was clear to Leila: "My boyfriend, where did I get my boyfriend?" Did the New York Post finally apply her ability to make up stories?

"It's about you and yesterday, and the photos. ”

"What the hell! What a picture!" Leila hung up the phone and turned on her computer to search for her name. Sure enough, I saw that some of the places where her fans gathered were noisy.

She randomly clicked on a popular post titled "Genius director's feelings are exposed, and the shopping street shows affection in public".

I saw a photo of a man holding a woman's hand and striding forward. Needless to say, it is her who is the woman, and the man is ......

"Damn! Zeni, I should have told him to get out of here!"

The photo shows her in the car in a hurry to get news about the new movie when she accompanied Zeni to buy clothes yesterday.

In fact, in the familiar between the two, holding hands is nothing at all, and it is obvious that it is not a hand-holding between lovers, just a pulling action. How can such a small and worthless thing be made into a fuss? In order to make money, the New York Post doesn't even want to do festivals?

Thinking of this, Leila couldn't help but laugh as well. Expecting the New York Post to have a festival, she was really sleepy.

Looking at the post, there were many people following the post, and to her surprise, there were many people who were saying that they supported her to have a boyfriend. Those who don't support it just think that Zeny in the photo is not worthy of her, although she looks very handsome, she doesn't look like she is in the entertainment industry.

Many people think that it would be perfect for her to be a director and have a male star as her boyfriend. One sings and one harmony, and the husband sings and the wife follows, that is a match made in heaven.

Seeing the list of movie actors who are suitable to be her boyfriend at the back, Leila felt a throbbing pain in her head. Almost all of Hollywood's popular students have been listed, even including Leonardo, who is now in the limelight, and even Roy has been shot once.

He may not be famous enough now, but he has a pretty face. And he is a signed artist under Leila, and has also starred in many of her films, if there is no accident, he will be a newcomer to the company's favor. Isn't there a saying that "the building near the water gets the moon first"? Working together all day, maybe when will the spark of love spark?

Seeing that the post was gradually crooked to see who was the right person for her, Leila decisively closed the page.

"Zeny hasn't gotten up yet?" she asked, glaring to Claire, who had been standing behind her.

"No, it looks like I slept too late yesterday. Claire replied with a strange look on her face.

It was only then that Leila saw her strange appearance and couldn't help but exclaim, "You don't think even you think he's my boyfriend, do you?"

"Of course not!" Claire's eyebrows furrowed, "How can that kind of bastard be your boyfriend!"

Well, Leila was speechless. It turns out that she is the same, she doesn't care that she has a boyfriend, she cares about who that "boyfriend" is.

The more I thought about it, the more angry I became, and the more I thought about it, the more I felt that I had suffered an unwarranted disaster. Is this clearly telling her that good people can't do it? Otherwise, how could she just take in a "lovelorn" person, how could she suffer such a troublesome result?

Grabbing a coat and draping it over her body, she went straight to Lai Zeni's room.

"Zeni, get me out!" she cried.

"Woo ......" was a dreamy response. You don't have to guess to hear that the people inside are sleeping unconsciously.

Lai's hand slammed on the door, banging and banging, as if this would suppress some of the anger coming out of his chest: "Zeni, get out of here!"

"It's coming, it's coming. Zeniha opened the door angrily, half leaning against the wall, and scratching his belly exposed on the outside of his clothes: "Did you miss me early?"

Leila's response was to kick him in: "You get home, I won't leave you here." ”

Zeny blinked his wistful eyes, "Is this some kind of morning joke ritual?"

"Kidding! Did you know that we were both photographed by the paparazzi yesterday?"

"Shoot it, I'm not ugly. Zenney yawned again, ignoring her words, and threw himself back on the big bed, clutching the soft pillow, and seeing that he was about to fall asleep again.