In the end, Ye Xianyang was kicked out of the office by Tang Yi's sentence "If you have a brain disease, go to the hospital as soon as possible".

After leaving Tang Yi's sight, Ye Xianyang returned to normal, she shouted the system twice, and the other party pretended to be dead and did not respond.

"Then you'd better not show up again!" Ye Xianyang threatened in a low voice.

[Don't be fierce QAQ]

"Huh." Ye Xianyang sneered.

Afterwards, Ye Xianyang did not go home directly.

Dinner was more important in the evening, so Song Yi took her to a big-name clothing store to buy a dress, and then asked a professional stylist to design a look for her.

It didn't seem that the stylist had served her for the first time, and would stop and ask Ye Xianyang if she was satisfied with every step.

The stylist's assistant is a little girl in her early twenties, I don't know how many times she secretly rolled her eyes behind Ye Xianyang's back, and muttered two sentences from time to time, as if she was not afraid that Ye Xianyang would hear it, and her voice was not small.

"Miss Ye, are you satisfied with this necklace?" The stylist compared a silver heart-shaped pendant to Ye Xianyang's neck and asked softly.

Ye Xianyang looked at herself in the glasses, she was wearing a black velvet dress, the right side was half-split, revealing her beautiful calves, and a pair of black high heels on her feet, which contrasted sharply with her fair skin.

"Is it okay not to wear a necklace?" Ye Xianyang said.

The neckline of the skirt is not low, there is no need to modify it with a necklace, and the most important thing is that Ye Xianyang does not like to wear jewelry.

The stylist nodded: "Of course." ”

The assistant sorted out the debris on the ground behind Ye Xianyang, rolled his eyes when he heard the words, and muttered, "There are so many." ”

The volume of her speech was really not small, and Ye Xianyang couldn't help it if she wanted to pretend that she couldn't hear it.

"Teacher, you're so nice." Ye Xianyang sighed.

The stylist was stunned and laughed dryly: "Yes, yes?" ”

Ye Xianyang smiled and said, "Yes, your assistant looks a little wrong with her eyes, and you don't dislike keeping her by your side at all." ”

The stylist and assistant froze at the same time.

Ye Xianyang didn't seem to notice it, she sorted out her sideburns in the mirror, and said unexpectedly: "Hurry up and take her to the hospital to have a look, her eyes are about to cramp." ”

The stylist bent down, a trace of imperceptible disdain flashed in his eyes, he probably didn't look down on Ye Xianyang's resource coffee, otherwise he wouldn't have let the assistant go wild in front of her all the time.

"Miss Ye, I'm sorry, Xiao Zhu is young and has just come out of the club. Don't be like her. ”

Ye Xianyang said: "I do styling here and give money, you should provide me with corresponding services, if you don't want to, you can not take this business, there is no need to stand up." ”

The stylist was embarrassed by her, and pulled the assistant to apologize to Ye Xianyang.

The little assistant may feel that he has been wronged, his eyes are red, his neck is stalked, and he reluctantly says, "Miss Ye, I'm sorry." ”

Ye Xianyang was puzzled: "What are you wronged?" ”

"I spent money and was scolded, should I be wronged?"

Ye Xianyang turned his head to look at Song Yi, who was hanging high on the sofa, and said, "Song Yi, I'm so wronged." ”

Song Yi: "......"

Song Yi glanced at her and slowly got up from the sofa.

Ye Xianyang complained: "After I came in, she rolled her eyes at me twelve times, I didn't want to wear a necklace, so she scolded me for doing too much." ”

Ye Xianyang looked at him with watery eyes, and I have to say, I do feel a little pitiful.

Song Yi twitched the corners of his mouth, walked in front of a few people, and his lazy expression cooled down when he looked at the two stylists.

"You seem to be very unhappy with our artists?" Song Yi's tone was still lazy, but there was an inexplicable danger.

The stylist obviously knew that Song Yi's identity was not just a trainee agent, and his face suddenly turned a little pale.

"Mr. Song, how could I, it's just ......"

Song Yi's eyes fell on the assistant, who couldn't help but shrink back a little, revealing a panicked expression.

"It's just that the staff in your store are not very professional, not only bringing personal feelings to work, but also speaking ill of customers. It seems that the word "professional" in front of your name is a bit wrong. ”

The stylist is almost colorless, she really doesn't like Ye Xianyang very much, she feels that the other party is just a straw bag with an empty face, plus Wen Xiao returned to China, and there are various remarks on the Internet that Ye Xianyang is about to be abandoned by the Tang Group, and it is inevitable that she will be a little contemptuous of her in her heart.

After all, every time she modeled Ye Xianyang before, she would make all kinds of unreasonable demands, and everyone in the circle who had come into contact with Ye Xianyang did not want to see her.

What's more, it's not the first time Song Yi has encountered this kind of situation, but he has never spoken to Ye Xianyang, so they are a little unscrupulous, and they never expected Song Yi to stand up for Ye Xianyang.

Song Yi is the cousin of Tang Yi, the CEO of Tang Group, and the nephew of the young heir to Shanda, the young heir to Shanda, and what he says not only represents himself, but may even represent Tang's Group and Shanda Enterprises.

Once they identify her as unprofessional, it is basically impossible for her to take over the styling of any artist.

"How do you talk to guests? Apologize! The stylist slapped the assistant in the face heavily, grabbed her clothes and dragged the person in front of Ye Xianyang.

The girl's tears flowed down, she didn't dare to be hard anymore, and apologized to Ye Xianyang in a choked voice.

Ye Xianyang heard the sound of "pop", and he could see that the stylist used a lot of strength.

"Forget it after apologizing, and remember the lesson later."

Ye Xianyang will not be overflowing with sympathy, a person like a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers, if he does not recognize the cruelty of reality earlier, he will definitely suffer more in the future.

Finally, the stylist and his assistant bent down and bowed and sent them out the door.

Sitting in the car, Song Yi looked at her frequently through the rearview mirror in the car.

Ye Xianyang was puzzled: "What are you looking at?" ”

Song Yi said: "You are really different from before. ”

Ye Xianyang shrugged, "Reborn from the fire......"

"Shut up."

Ye Xianyang showed a helpless expression.

Song Yi continued: "You can't blame others for talking about you, you were really tough before. ”

Ye Xianyang said: "She can scold me behind my back, but not in front of me." I'm here to consume, not to be angry. ”

Song Yi said: "This is the same as before, maybe I will do it directly." ”

"Then why are you talking for me?"

Song Yi pursed his lips and avoided answering.

"You're just not the same as you used to be, anyway."

Ye Xianyang raised her eyebrows, "Then can I take a look at your abdominal muscles now?" ”

"Shut up!"

Song Yi glared at her, and the roots of her ears slowly climbed into crimson.

Seeing this, Ye Xianyang didn't speak again, feeling that this college student was a little unteasing.

When I got back to the office, it was close to five o'clock.

Ye Xianyang walked into the door of the company in a black velvet dress, and the security guards and the front desk lady at the door suddenly widened their eyes, and their eyes couldn't help but freeze on her.

No matter how bad Ye Xianyang's reputation in the company and the entertainment industry is, they have to admit that even in the entertainment industry where a hundred flowers are full of beautiful women, Ye Xianyang's appearance will be eye-catching. Moreover, compared with before, Ye Xianyang's temperament has obviously changed.

Before that, she always used a face out of the water to make all kinds of high-spirited expressions, but now she smiled lightly, and talked softly with the tall boy next to her, her eyebrows and eyes were full of pure smile, without a trace of arrogance and anger, like a fairy who accidentally fell into the world.

No matter how much people are dissatisfied with her in their hearts, they can't help but look at her twice.

When Tang Yi came out of the elevator, Ye Xianyang and Song Yi sat in the lobby waiting for him.

The two didn't know what they were talking about, Song Yi, who had always been listless, looked at Ye Xianyang intently, not noticing that Tang Yi had already walked behind him.

"Lie to you, I'm a puppy!" Ye Xianyang swore and promised, "I asked him that day, don't we even have father-daughter love between us, he was so angry that he immediately said no, he must have thought I liked him!" Laughing to death, how could I like this kind of man who lets a girl pick him up in the middle of the night, it's really embarrassing. ”

Song Yi Yuguang caught a glimpse of a person standing behind him, and winked at Ye Xianyang, but unfortunately the latter didn't understand what he meant, and continued to chatter.

"He was scolded by his uncle that night! Don't look at Mr. Tang's usual serious appearance, he is well-behaved in front of his little uncle......"

Ye Xianyang paused, and suddenly felt a shadow hit him.

Song Yi gestured to her with her eyes, Ye Xianyang slowly raised her head, and saw Tang Yi standing behind her seat with a dark face, and the sparks in her eyes were about to grow.

Ye Xianyang adhered to the idea that her husband can bend and stretch, and immediately decided: "Big brother, he has to listen." ”

Ye Xianyang pointed at Song Yi very unrighteously, and the latter looked at her with wide eyes and disbelief.

Ye Xianyang showed a pleading expression at him, you are his cousin, he won't do anything to you, I still hold the contract in his hands now!

Tang Yi seemed to be smiling, "Don't call Dad?" ”

Ye Xianyang was well-behaved, "If you like it, Dad." ”

Tang Yi was so angry that the corners of his forehead jumped twice, "What are you doing in a daze?" Wait until I invite you out? ”

Ye Xianyang and Song Yi obediently got up and walked out of the company behind him.

The security guard brother and the front desk lady who witnessed the whole process were already smiling straight.

Along the way, Ye Xianyang and Song Yi sat in the back row, like two children who had done something wrong, they didn't dare to speak loudly, you touched me in private, I touched you, and whispered a few words from time to time, buzzing in their ears like mosquitoes.

"Is your brother angry?" Ye Xianyang asked in an angry voice.

"How do I know?"

"I think it's just that if he breaks the contract with me in the future, you have to say two good things for me."

"Why?"

"Let's make him angry together, you want me to bear the consequences alone?"

……

Ye Xianyang glanced forward, and by coincidence, he found that Tang Yizheng was looking at them coldly from the rearview mirror.

Ye Xianyang's neck shrank, "It's over, I'm really angry this time." ”

Song Yi moved a few inches to the side, not wanting to be pulled into the water by Ye Xianyang.

Tang Yi rubbed his forehead, "Be quiet." ”

"Oh." Ye Xianyang nodded.

After arriving at the place, the driver parked the car in the underground garage.

The group walked into the elevator, and Tang Yi said: "Xiaoyi, you take her in first, and I'll go find my uncle." ”

Ye Xianyang was puzzled: "Does my little uncle also eat with us?" ”

Tang Yi glanced at her, and Ye Xianyang immediately changed his words: "Uncle and grandfather, uncle and grandfather, is he also eating with us." ”

"Hmm."

When the elevator came to the ninth floor, Tang Yi left first, and before leaving, he specially told Song Yi: "Take care of her, don't let her go crazy." ”

Ye Xianyang: "......"

She dares to be angry and dare not speak, you are crazy!

After Tang Yi left, Ye Xianyang asked curiously: "Does Mr. Tang have a good relationship with his little uncle?" ”

Song Yi nodded and said, "To be precise, our whole family has a good relationship with my little uncle. ”

"Huh?"

Song Yi said: "My grandmother gave birth to four children, the first three are daughters, and only one son, my uncle. He's a few years older than us, and my cousin and I have loved to follow my little uncle's ass since we were kids, have you seen my little uncle? Don't look at his usual Svenwen, when he is angry, he is very scary, and his grandparents dare not provoke him. ”

Ye Xianyang was surprised: "I can't see it." ”

After a few seconds, Ye Xianyang asked, "Is he married?" ”

Song Yi shook his head, "Don't talk about getting married, I haven't heard of a woman around him, my mother is very anxious, but urging doesn't work." ”

I don't know what to think of, Song Yi said mysteriously: "I'll tell you a secret." ”

Ye Xianyang raised her eyebrows and said, "What secret?" ”

"Wen Xiao had a crush on his uncle."