Her heart is no longer biased towards Xie Chen'an.

The air pressure in the study was getting colder and colder.

Lan Ying's wit moved: "Mr. Xie." ”

Xie Chen'an raised his eyes slightly, this look of no desire and no desire, he really couldn't see that he had done it with He Sifan in public during the day.

Lan Ying quickly recalled his work itinerary in her mind, and automatically canceled the afternoon tea appointment with a chairman and wife tomorrow afternoon, and said with an elegant smile: "You have invested more than a billion yuan in the crew, and it is normal to go to the exploration class to see the expressiveness of the actors." ”

Half ringing.

Xie Chen'an's cold jade finger bones turned the page of the document, and his voice was indifferent: "Hmm." ”

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…

In the morning, the cast of the crew was styling in the dressing room.

The assistant director personally released a message to the quiet work group: "The investor's father is coming to visit the class, and anyone today, even if he only has a few seconds of play, is not allowed to ask for leave and leave the set for half a step without permission."

It followed.

A few more things to note:

"You can't take a secret picture of the big guy with your phone."

"Without the permission of the bodyguards, you can't get within three steps of the big guy."

"@贺南枝, you can, you are honored to be selected to entertain the big guy on behalf of the whole group, and he will leave it to you for a day trip to Hengdian today."

A few seconds later.

He Nanzhi sat in front of the makeup mirror, after reading the announcement in the group in a daze.

Just thinking, what is Xie Chenan going to play?

The slender shoulders were pushed down by Tan Song excitedly, and when he saw him, he was full of envy and said, "This is the blatant preference of the big guy." ”

Chapter 44: Ji Snapdragon

In the morning.

In the office of the Xie Group, Xie Chen'an was sitting in the main seat and was holding a meeting, his cold white finger bones were playing with the black metal fountain pen, waiting for the mobile phone next to him to skip three seconds, and raising his eyes to look at everyone present in formal clothes.

The thin lips moved lightly, and the tone fell clearly: "There are still ten minutes left until the countdown to the end of the meeting." ”

The expressions of the executives present who were fortunate enough to be reminded by him were shocked-

Is this still Mr. Xie who has to put the interests of the group first when the sky falls, and does not have any personal feelings???

Listen to it.

What is he saying?

Ten minutes left in the countdown to the end of the meeting?

In the corner, a female executive in a light orange suit and skirt gasped and couldn't help but whisper: "In the past, the meeting couldn't end without an hour, am I dreaming, or is Mr. Xie dreaming?" ”

This remark was instantly recognized by many people.

Next second.

Xie Chen'an calmly and continued to remind: "There are still nine minutes. ”

The light director of the seat next to him was stunned, After all, he still has an important document for Xie Chen'an to approve the development project, where is it enough to explain it in nine minutes, and in a trance, Vice President Yu on the opposite side has already taken the first step and sent the project plan over against time.

Six minutes.

Four minutes ......

Vice President Yu seemed to be grabbing time with death, and his throat and eyes were about to smoke.

Fifty seconds.

Ten seconds.

Suddenly, when Xie Chen'an signed his name with a complacent expression, he told the whole project plan all over again, and he almost didn't breathe.

"The rest of the project matters, wait for me to return to the company."

However, Xie Chen'an didn't even delay for a moment, got up from the seat in a delicate and neat suit, looked sideways slightly, and swept his eyes around everyone present, and then, with straight legs, walked straight out of the glass door.

Vice President Yu took a sip of stuffy tea, and for the first time, he couldn't help but wonder curiously: "Where are you going?" ”

Sheng Qi, who was left behind, was still standing in place, and said aggrievedly: "Go to visit the prison - oh no, it's the future boss lady who went to visit the crew and filmed in a closed frame in the crew, and forgot to contact the outside world." ”

*

Xie Chen'an took the elevator directly to the underground parking lot, and the royal driver and Lan Ying had been waiting for a long time.

On the way, she adjusted the position of the hearing aid on the side of her ear with her brightly colored nails, took out the tablet and reported: "Tang Honglang will come to do something, understand me, and immediately let Xiao Li'er entertain." ”

Xie Chen'an didn't say anything, his slender figure leaned lazily on the back of the chair, as if he was closing his eyes to recuperate

"Mr. Xie."

"If you have something to say, say it."

There is not much patience in listening to this tone, just like in the conference room of the Xie Group, every extra second is charity.

Lan Ying was silent, thinking that Xie Chen'an and He Nanzhi were living in different parallel worlds recently, the former had a notoriously cold temperament, and he had to sit at his desk to deal with documents taller than a mountain, and in addition to being busy, he also filled his fiancée's treasure chest with an extra gem.

As for the latter, she was heartlessly addicted to the Hengdian crew, she played it so much that she completely forgot about having a fiancé.

"Would you like to buy a bouquet of flowers for the little carp?"

Xie Chen'an's eyebrows folded slightly, and he looked at her beautiful side face.

Lan Ying couldn't count on this emotionless capitalist to be able to figure out how to make the girl happy, and smiled and hooked her lips to hint: "If you send too many gems, the little carp will only be surprised, and occasionally send a bouquet of flowers, which will make her feel fresh." ”

After all, in He Nanzhi's eyes, those boxes of jewelry are Xie Chen'an's ordinary friendship as a bamboo horse sketch.

But sending flowers is different.

It's a show of love.

Rolls-Royce stopped halfway, Lan Ying found a flower shop along the street, accompanied Xie Chen'an to walk in, looking at the decoration is very literary, in front of the glass wall on the left side with a row of vases filled with large clusters of white and yellow roses and sunflowers, and the air is also filled with a rich fragrance.

The owner of the flower shop, who was deaf and mute, saw a customer coming to his door with a pen and paper.

She looked at Xie Chen'an, standing tall and slender in front of the flowery wall, the soft light depicted the outline of his side face with a beautiful and clear texture, like a noble son who came out of an ink painting scroll, and his eyes were amazed for a moment.

Fortunately, Lan Ying knew sign language and gestured: "Are there roses?" ”

The florist came back to his senses abruptly and wrote on the paper: "What kind of variety do you want?" ”

Lan Ying: "My dear, if you want to import the most expensive grade, red roses, how many are needed." ”

The owner of the flower shop took a small notebook and went to the fresh-keeping cabinet to see if there were any customers who wanted it.

After a while, she gestured over to Lan Ying and said, "There are only a few red roses, can you import them with champagne color?" ”

"Champagne, huh?" Lan Ying hesitated.

"Ji snapdragon—"

Suddenly, Xie Chen'an's Moyu eyes moved away from the flower language list pasted above the wall, and his thin lips overflowed with a few words that were light and clear.

…

…

The bouquet of Ji snapdragon wrapped in tender green flower paper was placed in the back seat with great preciousness, and when the sunlight from the car glass spilled in, it seemed to moisten the white and flawless petals with a layer of hazy light and shadow, Lan Ying took dozens of photos with her mobile phone, and did not forget to tout: "Mr. Xie's vision is good, I look at the store, this bouquet is the best." ”

Xie Chen'an's finger bones knocked on his knee carelessly, and he thought she would like it too: "Do you think she will like it too?" ”

This is also a very subtle word.

Where did Lan Ying dare to say that with her popular aesthetics, she was naturally more inclined to send bright roses: "Yes." ”

As the president's secretary, the first duty is to learn to talk nonsense.

Lan Ying muttered what kind of surprise He Nanzhi would have after receiving the flowers, and time flew by along the way.

Forty minutes later.

The car finally drove into the venue of the Hengdian crew, and before coming, Tang Honglang had already instructed the staff to clear the scene, and even the fans who came to visit the class next door did not let them pass by, so as not to cause unnecessary noisy occasions.

Only a few strict-mouthed henchmen were left to entertain the gold master's father.

Lan Ying hadn't gotten out of the car yet, and first looked at Xie Chen'an, who was calm and unhurried in the back seat.

He straightened up, buttoned up the delicate buttons on his suit, and was about to pick up the snapdragon beside him.

Suddenly, the car door was pushed open from the outside without saying hello.

What appeared in sight was Tan Song's attentive face, grinning with white teeth: "Mr. Xie, please get out of the car." ”

The atmosphere froze.

"That."

Lan Ying was so surprised that her charming eyes didn't blink: "What about the eighteenth line of your family?" ”

According to the director's arrangement, shouldn't He Nanzhi wash his little face and stand outside to greet him in a proper manner?

Tan Song was a little aggrieved, just because he found that the people in the car didn't seem to welcome him.

Especially Xie Chen'an, who slowly raised his eyes, swept his gaze soaked in cold, and he could wake him up.

The desire to survive stimulated his instinct as a professional agent, "Nanzhi knew that Mr. Xie was going to visit the class, and he was so excited in the morning that he rushed back to the hotel to dress up after filming, but he was so unlucky, he dressed up for more than three hours, and as soon as he entered the elevator, he was accidentally hit by the bear child's milk tea." ”

So He Nanzhi could only turn back to the hotel and continue to dress up......

And he can only stand here as if he was being caught.

Lan Ying noticed that the air pressure in the car was really low, so she got out of the car like running for her life first, and grinded her teeth to Tan Song in a low voice: "I really want to find two black-clothed bodyguards to drag you away." ”

Tan Song struggled: "She really went back to the hotel to change her clothes." ”

It's just that things have been reversed by him, He Nanzhi was addicted to playing against Xia Yufei on the set, and forgot the grand task given to her by the director for a while, and then was accidentally spilled with milk tea by a passing child, so she could only go back to change her clothes temporarily.