In the president's office on the 23rd floor of Ying's Ji Entertainment Company, Ying Ting was the only one left standing in front of the large floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city.

The air quality in City A today is not good, the smog is strict, the visibility is low, and the gray sky makes people feel depressed.

And the person who just pushed the door in made Ying Ting's heart cover a few layers of dust again.

The big cap was framed on the head at random, the brim was pushed down as much as possible, and the black sunglasses and the black mask almost blended together, covering the original appearance of the visitor.

"Coming?"

Because it was a private meeting, even though it was in the company, Song Linxi still drove alone, which required her to dress more tightly than usual.

If Ying Siyun's various outrageous behaviors were still within the range that Ying Ting could predict, then Song Linxi's sudden defection made him not think so well, and the person he cultivated single-handedly bit himself at a critical moment, which made people feel more angry than the attack from someone who was originally an enemy.

"Do you know why I came to you?" Ying Ting saw Song Linxi coming, he no longer stood still, turned around and sat on the chair, his fingers rhythmically tapping back and forth on the glass tabletop, as if he was pressing the piano keys, and the sound made Song Linxi's heart beat a little fast, and even a little dazed.

Song Linxi is wearing a very plain dress today, just an ordinary white shirt tucked into a pair of light blue jeans, short in front and long in the back, extremely ordinary way of wearing, but because of the emanation of temperament, she still seems to have a fresh and refined taste, but the gentle and atmospheric changes make the fierce competitiveness in the entertainment industry occupy a position of its own.

"Ying Ting—"

"Huh?"

"Mr. Ying." Song Linxi's "Ying Ting" blurted out subconsciously, but Ying Ting frowned, and she immediately changed her words.

Due to the strong pressure of Ying Ting's vision, Song Linxi's legs, which were lined with slim jeans, were a little shaky, afraid that she would surrender instantly under Ying Ting's scrutiny, she immediately pulled open the chair opposite Ying Ting, hung a shallow smile, pretended to sit down indifferently, and took off her sunglasses and mask casually, and put them in her bag properly.

But within two seconds of sitting down, Ying Ting's voice sounded opposite her, "Song Linxi-" He called out her name, and Song Linxi's heart immediately tightened, and he jumped wildly, "Is this chair still sitting firmly?" His voice was so close that it seemed to whisper in his ear, but it felt so far away that it exuded a daunting chill.

Song Linxi was suddenly embarrassed to stand or sit.

"Mr. Ying, you just tell me about your handling measures, do you want me to be ruined or do you want to find a reason to send me inside for a few years?" Song Linxi stood up consciously with the help of the chair, his face was pale and sad, and his pupils were shaking slightly.

"Scared? Do you know why you are afraid? Ying Ting's tone became even lower, and when he said that, he raised his head and glanced at Song Linxi, her face became more and more pale, Ying Ting's eyes narrowed slightly, and he turned a crystal cup in his hand to play, "I heard - you threw a cup at her, didn't you?" Isn't it good—fun? Before Ying Ting's words fell, the crystal cup in his hand had already slid into Song Linxi's leg, and Song Linxi was suddenly startled and flashed to the side quickly.

Because the material of the crystal cup and the glass are different, the pieces that fell down were not as sharp as the glass, so Song Linxi was only frightened, but he was not physically injured.

"Isn't it fun? That's how you guys play with her? From a low dangerous aura to an already angry attitude, the green tendons on Ying Ting's hands burst out, "I praised you for your debut, do you think it's just to let you hurt her like this?" Song Linxi, I sue you, I will hold you for three years, and it only takes three days to destroy you. The more Ying Ting's words were spoken, the more ruthless he became, and he inserted one knife after another in Song Linxi's heart.

At this moment, Song Linxi bit his lip and didn't speak, lowering his head and not seeing the expression on his face clearly. In fact, a large part of this matter was led by her, she knew that Ying Ting had gone to South Korea, so even if she knew that Ying Siyun would do some bad things to Shi Yuan, she didn't stop it, she was just a little unscrupulous. She wanted to see what Ying Ting would do if Shi Yuan was really destroyed by Ying Siyun; So even if she knew that she might be held accountable by Ying Ting afterwards, she didn't care, because the harm to Shi Yuan had become an established fact, and no matter how Ying Ting punished her, she couldn't get it back.

But man is not as good as heaven.

People sometimes really lack a little bit of luck.

She can only be willing to gamble and lose, and she will lose this battle after all.

"Mr. Ying, Mr. Ying is willful this time, I hope Mr. Ying will forgive." Song Linxi instantly lowered his posture very low.

"Song Linxi, you give me a reasonable reason, give me a reason to let you go this time." Where does Ying Ting need a reason, when he saw Shi Yuan lying there so weakly, he wanted to destroy them all, he just needed an excuse to comfort himself now, Song Linxi was still useful to him, this chess piece could not be thrown away so early.

"If Mr. Ying didn't know the reason, then Mr. Ying wouldn't have chosen me back then." Song Linxi smiled a little bleakly, as a chess piece, she should have the consciousness of a chess piece. "Mr. Ying, I trespassed this time, and I won't next time."

Ying Ting didn't know Song Linxi's thoughts about him, it was precisely because he knew that he could use her better and more at ease, despicable, right? But he turned out to be such a person.

Ying Ting deliberately avoided this topic, "Is Ying Siyun suspicious of you over there?" ”

"The injury on his hand is not healed now, how can he take care of me? What's more, after such a fuss, he was even more convinced that I was on his side. "Song Linxi is worthy of being a professional actor, and he can even act on the spot, which makes onlookers feel extraordinarily sincere.

Song Linxi has never said that anyone is her financial master, if there is really a financial owner, it can only be Ying Ting, her purpose is to help Ying Ting, from the moment Ying Ting chose her, what news headlines will always be involved with her lace news, what is specially for her to spend a lot of money to create a TV series, all of this, from the beginning, it was a bureau, a bureau to lure other Ying family members to take the bait.

"You still have to pay attention to him, tell me in time if there is any movement, remember what I said, this is your last chance." After all, Ying Ting is a member of the Ying family, and he will know all the means that the Ying family will do, he is still in the stage of persuasion with good words, if he waits until Song Linxi really reaches the stage where he can't tolerate it at all, such as giving Shi Yuan this kind of trick, he will let her know why he can have the surname "Ying".

"Then I will leave first if there is nothing else to do, and Ying Siyun contacted me this morning."

"Specifics?"

"The comminuted fracture of the left palm has not yet come out, but it is almost impossible to completely heal." Song Linxi thought that at this stage, she still tried to be as official as possible, and her tone tended to be calm, so as not to exacerbate Ying Ting's dislike of her, so she didn't even mention the position of "spokesperson of Ying's Group" that she had always wanted today.

She originally swore that the position of spokesperson would definitely be hers, because no one was more suitable than her, and she got this position, and Ying Ting was happy to see it; However, now, she has made such a big stumbling block for Shi Yuan, and she can't figure out what Ying Ting's thoughts have become.

The position of spokesperson is her only ambition and **, but this dream seems to have been shattered in an instant, and it can no longer be completed.

Why do you want to be the spokesperson of Ying's? Want to become a household name? Want to become a world superstar?

No, just because the special status of Ying's spokesperson can make her status look more than just an artist, not just a drama in the entertainment industry, maybe, maybe because of this, she still has the possibility of marrying into the Ying family? She thought almost paranoidly.

Although everyone knows that there is little hope. Of course she does.

"Mr. Ying, if there is nothing else, I will leave first." Song Linxi framed his big black sunglasses again, and turned around to leave.

"Wait, that's it?" Ying Ting stopped Song Linxi, who had only taken two steps.

Song Linxi's body was a little stiff, and she could judge from Ying Ting's tone that this matter would not end so lightly, but she still smiled, like the characters in the play, "Mr. Ying-"

Ying Ting didn't talk nonsense, opened the drawer of the desk, threw out a paper cutter from it, and wanted to touch the glass tabletop, there was a sound exclusive to metal, and there was a dingdong sound. "Just like I won't let you be wronged by other artists, I can't let my wife be wronged."

Ying Ting didn't say it directly, but just completely spread out the road in front of Song Linxi and let her choose.

I have to say that when it comes to ruthlessness, Ying Ting will not lose a point to Ying Siyun at all.

Song Linxi's eyes sank, and there was imperceptible hatred in her eyes hidden under her sunglasses, but the corners of her mouth were still smiling, and she approached Ying Ting with affection.

"Hopefully, you should always be satisfied." The sharp paper cutter bloomed a bright red gorgeous rose in Song Linxi's palm, and the thrilling red snaked down from the palm of his hand down his fingertips, and finally fell into the log floor to meet each other.

The boiling blood, opened with a blade, what a foul-smelling ** hidden inside, welcome, the gate of hell is open, and the ghost has already taken the stage.