Song Qingchun curtly withdrew his hand that had stopped in mid-air, stood in place for two seconds, and did not feel the slightest irritation at all because of the man's ignorance and arrogance, and turned around, his face was still the perfect and impeccable friendly smile on his face: "Mr. Yang, can we start the interview now?" ”

Yang Xingxing, as just now, ignored Song Qingchun's words, he casually rang the call bell, picked up the drink list on the table, leaned on the sofa, and looked through Erlang's legs.

Song Qingchun has long been accustomed to the big shelves of some people in the entertainment industry, and his expression is calm as if nothing has happened, he walked to the sofa with all his steps, found a position not close to Yang Xingxing and sat down, and then took out the voice recorder and the questions to be interviewed with him.

Yang Xingxing ordered a bottle of foreign wine and a fruit bowl.

After everything was completed, Song Qingchun asked for the third time, "Mr. Yang, can we start now?" ”

"There's no hurry." Yang Xingxing took the conversation this time, he sat up straight, picked up the foreign wine on the table, poured some of each of the two glasses placed by the waiter, and then put one of the wine glasses in front of Song Qingchun, picked up the remaining one by himself, raised it at Song Qingchun, and said, "Let's drink two glasses first." ”

When she was in high school, Song Menghua and Song Cheng often told her that they should never drink with people they didn't know, so over the years, Song Qingchun would drink, but only when she was depressed and attended some banquets.

She stared at the glass of foreign wine that Yang Xingxing put in front of her for two seconds, and then a bright smile appeared on her face: "I'm sorry, Mr. Yang, I don't know how to drink." ”

Yang Xingxing raised his eyebrows, not reluctantly, raised his head directly, drank the glass of wine in his hand, and then poured himself another glass of wine, shook it in his hand, stared sideways at Song Qingchun's little face for a moment, and said, "Let's start?" ”

"Okay, Mr. Yang." Song Qingchun smiled lightly, stretched out her hand and wanted to open the recorder, but before she could press the key, Yang Xingxing suddenly stretched out her hand and took the recorder from her hand, Song Qingchun raised his head with some doubts, Yang Xingxing turned the recorder, took a sip of wine, and said: "I don't like recording, if you have any questions, ask directly, record with a pen." ”

It's a thing!

Song Qingchun scolded in his heart, and echoed with a smile: "Okay, Mr. Yang." ”

As he spoke, Song Qingchun bit his pen, lowered his head and looked at the first question on the question card, and then said, "May I ask Mr. Yang, what do you think of the excellent results achieved in your latest TV series?" ”

Yang Xingxing pretended to tilt his head and ponder for a while, and answered Song Qingchun's question with a serious expression.

Song Qingchun followed his words and quickly took the pen and recorded it in the notebook.

When he drank half of the wine, the questions were almost asked, Song Qingchun bit the pen and looked at the last two questions, and then chose a more explosive question first, and asked: "Mr. Yang, we have just talked so much about your work, can I ask you a personal question below?" ”

Song Qingchun waited until Yang Xingxing nodded before he continued: "Not long ago, someone rumored on the Internet that you are about to have a good thing, is this true?" Are you getting married this year? ”