An Ge was confused by him.

"Mr. Song?"

"Ange, huh?"

"Yes, my name is Ange."

"Get in the car."

"What?" An Ge squeezed the business card in his hand hard, and looked at him suspiciously, with some vigilance in his eyes.

Song Zhengyu shrugged, the corners of his lips hooked slightly, and said, "Don't you want to do an interview?" I have time now. ”

"Zhengyu, how can you have time? It's eight o'clock in the evening, it's almost nine o'clock when you return to the hotel, you haven't eaten yet, you still have to wash, you have to read the script, the most important thing is that you have a morning scene to shoot tomorrow, and you have to get up at five o'clock, where do you have time to interview her? ”

It was Song Zhengyu's assistant who spoke.

A man who looks very young, but when he speaks, he is not as hearty and crisp as ordinary boys, but his mother-in-law is a little harsh.

"It's none of your business." Song Zhengyu interrupted the chattering assistant and glanced at An Ge: "Get in the car." ”

The sooner you complete the task, the sooner you can go back to City C to see Sheng Siyu.

An Ge thought about it, and got into the car with Song Zhengyu.

There were only three people in the huge nanny car, the driver, Song Zhengyu and An Ge, and even the closest assistant, Song Zhengyu, didn't have it with him.

An Ge was puzzled, but he didn't want to ask too much.

After about half an hour, the car stopped in front of a hotel.

"Where are we talking?" After An Ge got out of the car, he looked around, "It seems that there is a café over there that hasn't closed yet, should we go over there?" I won't delay you for too long, Mr. Song. ”

"Go to my room."

"What?"

"Let's talk in my room."

An Ge felt that this was inappropriate, "Mr. Song, you are a big star, you still have to avoid suspicion, in case you are photographed by the paparazzi, I am afraid that the explanation will not be clear." ”

And he was alone in his room with a female reporter in the middle of the night to do an interview, even if An Ge is not afraid of shadows, but who will believe it?

"If you don't want this interview, then you can leave now, and don't come to me in the future."

“……”

Wait, what does that mean?

"Mr. Song." An Ge felt funny and angry, "I did this for your own good, and I wanted to protect your reputation, so I didn't agree to your request." ”

"One last chance, if you want to do this interview, come with me, if you don't want to, go immediately."

After speaking, without waiting for An Ge to respond, Song Zhengyu had already turned around and walked in the direction of the elevator.

The moment he entered the elevator, An Ge immediately raised his foot and followed.

In the narrow elevator, even the moving air seems to be crowded.

An Ge leaned to the side as much as possible