She fastened her seatbelt and asked, "Where are you going?" ”

"Company."

"Who's the company?"

Han Jian glanced sideways at her, her back straight, and she looked at him with a serious expression. He started the car: "Aren't you called a bar?" ”

It's a beautiful question, and the answer is even more beautiful!

Leng Xianglan leaned back in the chair, chatting with him was really able to make herself angry first, she turned her head to look at the retreating scenery outside the window, thinking that it was better to ignore him.

When the car turned left, Leng Xianglan's eyes turned around, and then unconsciously fell on his hand holding the steering wheel.

His hands are really slender and good-looking, and the hands that once played the piano for her are now as good-looking as turning the steering wheel, and she used to think that if she went to shoot a ring advertisement, she could retouch the picture without the advertising designer.

And before she could take her eyes back, he grabbed the bag.

"Good-looking?" He asked.

He doesn't know if he's embarrassed or not, maybe it doesn't matter if he's thick-skinned now. But Leng Xianglan feels quite embarrassed now.

She tilted her head out the window again.

The thick-skinned Han boss silently bent the corners of his mouth.

There is no direct elevator in the garage, you have to take it to the lobby on the first floor first, Leng Xianglan thought that he would be watched again, he swiped the access card to lead her, and he went to the elevator area on the other side and went up to the top floor.

is different from the last time she came, there are no difficult stars and secretaries who ridicule her, and at the same time, she herself has a different mentality, and she has done a good job of psychological construction for herself when she was in the car.

But it turned out that the psychological construction she did was completely meaningless.

Because he handed her a document: "You see, if there is no problem sign it." ”

She took it, and it was a contract signed by an artist in his company.

If there was a voice in the subtext, then he would definitely hear her spitting: Oh, I'm afraid he didn't have a problem with his head?

She raised her head and looked at Han Jian with wary and puzzled eyes.

"I'm sorry, Han Shao, I can't understand what this means?"

After six years of not seeing each other, it was a reunion, and this was only the third time they met, and the first two were not pleasant in her understanding.

Han Jian looked at her deeply, then walked to the bookcase next to him, the door opened, he accurately pulled out a book from it, and handed it to her.

The oil paint cover of black on the left and red on the right, with three big characters of "Demon Riding Terrace" on it.

Leng Xianglan is still very familiar with this novel, it has been popular for many years, and she is also a fan of the original book at that time.

She blinked, took the book, and something made her heart beat a little flustered. So he was the one who bought the film and television rights two years ago?

She tried to make herself appear calm, so she said nonchalantly: "So, that's why you want to sign me?" ”

Then he smiled to himself, thinking about himself who had zero experience since graduation, he was quite self-deprecating: "Why does Han Shao think that I still like to be an actor now?" ”

Han Jian frowned slightly when he heard her address him, but replied very calmly: "I don't know." ”

“……”

Leng Xianglan couldn't help but chuckle again, she really wanted to applaud his answer, so how to talk next?

He faced her and continued to speak lightly: "But you might as well think about the harm of refusal. ”

“？？？”。

Does it mean that he has to buy and sell a contract now?