Leng Haochen said angrily: "You still said, come with me to apologize." ”

"I'm not going, and I didn't do anything wrong, so why apologize?" Leng Yi'an took the opportunity to bite him, took advantage of Leng Haochen's pain, hurriedly withdrew his little hand, pulled his legs and ran back to the room, lying on the bed sobbing and crying, aggrieved.

Dad scolded him, and Mom abandoned him and didn't care about him......

He's a superfluous bad boy in this house.

"Little young master......" Uncle Wang saw Leng Yi'an stumbling, for fear that he would fall, so he hurriedly followed, but he was slapped outside the door and almost hit his nose.

No matter how Uncle Wang knocked on the door, Leng Yi'an didn't open it.

Uncle Wang went downstairs again to persuade Leng Haochen: "Young master, although the little young master looks domineering, he is actually very fragile in his heart, and he is also a sensible child, ...... You'd better coax him. ”

Leng Haochen looked at the tooth marks on the tiger's mouth, although there was no bleeding, but the wound was not shallow, this stinky boy was really ruthless, and it would not work at all if he was not treated.

He said with a cold face: "If he doesn't want to come out, then never come out." ”

Uncle Wang said distressedly: "The little master is still young, this ......"

"It's not a three-year-old child, who is used to him." Leng Haochen was irritable, and ordered Uncle Wang: "No one is allowed to coax him, just let him think about it behind closed doors." ”

Then, he also lost his appetite for breakfast, so he took his briefcase and went to the company.

One day, the whole company was shrouded in the super low pressure of the president, and I lived in fear, and I never felt that time passed so slowly.

Song Xingchen arrived at the crew early to put on makeup, and a group of people came to praise her for her dedication, openly and secretly inquiring about her true identity and what her relationship was with the Qiao family.

Song Xingchen couldn't be bothered, and finally asked Xiao Ke to guard the door and send the people who came over to chat, and hid in the lounge to read the script.

As a result, as soon as she finished reading the script, she received a call from Qiao's mother: "How is it?" Did Leng Haochen agree? ”

The style is straight to the point, and it can be seen that I can't wait.

Song Xingchen put down the script: "No, Leng Haochen has been working overtime last night, and I didn't have a chance to speak." ”

"This project is very important, I can't afford to drag it out, don't grind." Qiao's mother warned, and coaxed: "You are also the daughter of the Qiao family, the company has reached a higher level, and your identity is not ordinary." ”

Song Xingchen just wanted to say, I don't know everything about the Qiao family, and I have nothing to do with the Qiao family.

Qiao's mother hinted as if she had guessed her thoughts: "If the Qiao family is developed, I believe that your sister will be happy under Jiuquan, after all, only if we are well, we will take good care of her ashes." ”

Song Xingchen thought of his sister's ashes, gritted his teeth and endured it: "I will find another opportunity to tell Leng Haochen that my sister's ashes, you had better keep them, otherwise I won't give up." ”

"Waiting for your good news." Qiao's mother snorted coldly and hung up the phone.

Song Xingchen threw away his mobile phone, losing his strength, thinking of the cold war between himself and Leng Haochen, he still had a headache.

But Qiao's family was in a hurry, and she couldn't bet on her sister's ashes, so she could only go to Leng Haochen to mention this matter after filming today.

Qiao Mingzhu still didn't come to film today, and the assistant director simply focused on the itinerary of the rest of the leading actors and Song Xingchen, and found a screenwriter to add a lot of scenes to Song Xingchen.

Such preferential treatment made many people in the crew red-eyed, but they were helpless.

can only be red-eyed, who makes people's golden thighs so thick?

Song Xingchen cheered up and filmed for a day, but he was always a little uneasy when he got out of the scene, which made Xiao Ke worried: "Sister Xingchen, are you okay today?" The face is not very good-looking, is it uncomfortable? ”

Song Xingchen shook his head: "It's okay, there's still a scene, and the filming will be finished soon......"

As soon as he finished speaking, the coordinator ran over and said apologetically: "Xingchen, I'm really sorry, there is something wrong with the venue, and the assistant director of the remaining scene will be moved to shoot tomorrow morning." ”

Song Xingchen breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, thank you for your hard work." ”

"Where, where? You're welcome. The coordinator said a few more flattering words, quickly turned around and left, to deal with the affairs of the venue.

Xiao Ke hurriedly said, "Sister Xingchen, I'll send you back to rest." ”

"No, I won't go back yet." Song Xingchen didn't let Xiao Ke send it, and was ready to take a taxi to the Leng Group to find Leng Haochen, which had to be followed by the assistant, and it was inevitable to explain.

As a result, as soon as the car was halfway there, Song Xingchen received a call from Uncle Wang.

"Madame, come back quickly." Uncle Wang's tone was very anxious: "The little young master has locked himself in his room all day today, he hasn't even eaten breakfast, his health is not well, how can he be so hungry, his body is going to be tormented." ”

Uncle Wang was afraid that something would happen to An An, so he spoke quickly and hurriedly.

Song Xingchen panicked when he heard this, and asked very worriedly, "What's going on?" Why didn't he eat? ”

Uncle Wang sighed: "In the morning, the little master and the young master had a quarrel, and the young master was in a bad mood early in the morning, so he was a little quick-tempered. ”

Song Xingchen didn't notice how Leng Haochen was doing, thinking about the appearance of poor Leng Yi'an's little one hiding on the bed sulking and not eating, and immediately changed his mind: "Master, change the route." ”

She comforted Uncle Wang and said, "Don't worry, I'll come back right away and let the kitchen prepare some digestible food, An An is so small, how can you not eat for a day?" ”

Uncle Wang nodded hurriedly and breathed a sigh of relief: "Madame is back, the little young master may be willing to open the door." ”

Half an hour after returning home, Song Xingchen entered the door, took the lead in looking at the closed door upstairs, and asked Uncle Wang: "An An still refuses to come out?" ”

The servant was still holding the food at the door and whispering persuasion, but there was no movement in the house.

Uncle Wang was so anxious that his head was sweating: "Yes, it's been a day, no matter who says it, he won't open the door, and he won't make a sound, what if something happens?" ”

Thinking of An An's illness, Song Xingchen was even more anxious, hurriedly stepped forward to pull away the maid, stuck at the door and listened to the movement inside, and said softly: "An An, mom is back, let's eat together, okay?" ”

There was the sound of heavy objects falling inside, but it was still a long silence afterward, and Leng Yi'an still refused to open the door, and he didn't make a sound.

Song Xingchen glanced at Uncle Wang: "Is he also angry with me?" ”

Uncle Wang sneered: "The little master is looking for you when he gets up in the morning......"

As a result, he was scolded by Leng Haochen, and Song Xingchen didn't stay by his side to help, the little guy was isolated and helpless, so it's no wonder if he wasn't angry.

Song Xingchen sighed and began to reflect on how simple he had thought in the morning.

Leng Yi'an was dropped out of school, with Leng Haochen's character, she definitely couldn't give up, how could she run away alone at that time?

"An An, my mother has been filming for a day, her stomach is hungry, and she has no appetite to eat alone, can you handle eating with me?"