Xiao Yang's hand shook, and the documents in his hand fell down with a bang.

He hurriedly caught some, but some of the papers still fell to the ground.

In a quiet office, there is an unusually loud noise.

Lu Qingchen frowned displeasedly.

I can't even hold a document, is it too much of a monthly salary?

"I'm sorry sir, I—I'll pick it up right away."

Xiao Yang squatted on the ground to pick up the documents, he can't be blamed for this, who made Mr. ask the question so suddenly just now?

He was just surprised for a moment, and he didn't slow down.

Xiao Yang asked tentatively while picking up the documents: "Sir, do you want to vote for Miss Song?" ”

Lu Qingchen glanced at him: "What do you say?" ”

Isn't it nonsense to ask?

Lu Yibei's guy yells in the group every day, he wants to vote for the list, and the old man.

From time to time, he reminded him to remember to swipe more tickets for dyeing.

Is......

The old man is too, does he need to swipe his dyeing and dyeing tickets?

As soon as the show airs, there will definitely be many people voting for her.

Xiao Yang put the things in his hand away, walked quickly to Lu Qingchen, and asked cautiously: "But, didn't you oppose Miss Song's entry into the entertainment industry before?" ”

He also specially told Han Dashao to find a way to kick Miss Song out of the show.

When Lu Qingchen heard this, his eyes lit up and he raised his eyes to look at him.

Xiao Yang only felt stiff all over, and he was so frightened that he didn't dare to say anything.

But he was wronged.

Isn't everything he says the truth?

Mr. didn't want Miss Song to enter the entertainment industry before, but now he wants to vote for her?

People who are in love really can't be understood with ordinary people's thinking.

"That, voting, there are several voting channels, which will be opened after the show is broadcast. We will also introduce the balabala voting method......"

Even Old Man Lu knows this.

Before, he also saw the old man promoting it in the circle of friends.

After listening to what Xiao Yang said, Lu Qingchen stared at his phone for a while.

Then, he returned to his previous noble and cold appearance, and said in a deep voice: "Go out." ”

Xiao Yang took a deep breath, hugged the documents, and walked out briskly as if fleeing for his life.

Lu Qingchen leaned lazily on the back of the chair, his deep eyes staring at the ring ring on his hand.

Yes, he didn't want her to enter the entertainment industry.

However, she said it was her job.

So, in fact, he is very contradictory.

He didn't want to imprison her like he had done before, he was afraid that she would leave again.

Originally, Han Zhiyun told him that he could do something in the fan vote, but ......

He wanted to make her happy.

Lu Qingchen held his forehead with one hand, and his hands with distinct bones were slender and good-looking.

He chuckled helplessly.

Forget it, pamper her once.

-

Because of the holiday, Song Xingran planned to go back to the hospital to see Song Yunqing.

My brother said that my mother's condition has improved a lot and she will be discharged from the hospital in a few days.

On the way to the hospital, Song Xingran took a detour to the mall first.

I'm going to buy some new clothes for my mother, skin care products or something.

After all, she has been in a coma for so long, and I am afraid that she will not wear her previous clothes anymore.

After all, Ms. Song used to be very fashionable and face-loving.

Song Xing ran into a shop that sold clothes, and was concentrating on choosing clothes, but he didn't notice it at all......

In a corner outside the store, two people were standing.

Li Jinhuai and Old Lady Li stood in the corner not far away, looking in the direction of Song Xingran.

Because the store is surrounded by glass, Song Xing's every move inside is clear from this angle.

"Jinhuai, is she Song Xingran?"

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