Queen of the Days, She Was Only More Than a Billion

  Chapter 177 Mrs. Zhang

  Recognized by professionals, Nan Xi's efforts to hold the Buddha's feet temporarily were finally in vain.

  I practiced for another afternoon. During dinner, Guo Hai, the agent who had just provoked Mao Song, approached him.

Compensating for a flattering smile, he said diligently: "Maomao, in fact, I painstakingly arranged everything for your own good. Looking at the people in the entertainment circle who can match you, there is no one other than Nan Xi. The hot search in the morning is good. It's a pity, although Tianyu was asked to remove it, Nan Xi must have been aware of it."

Seeing Mao Song’s interest, Guo Hai continued to bait: “Let’s analyze it from the side and study the reasons for her rapid improvement in one day. Especially when feelings are brought into this point, I think I must empathize with some things to trigger her. What do you say?"

  Mao Song is simple and honest, and his brain is not stupid. When Guo Hai clicked here, he naturally understood what he was saying, but he did not dare to think too much. Worried about the same as before, and mistakenly thought that Nan Xi agreed to help him shoot the MV, out of a minimum of goodwill.

  Afterwards, I realized that people are still insignificant favors, just for him to stand up on key things. There is always a saying in the entertainment circle that Nan Xi owes favors better than contracts with dozens of millions.

  It is said that the second-tier actress Song Yu has heard this and really took a good walk. As for the reason why she is unwilling to follow, there is no way to know the reason.

Mao Song’s agent played a consistent style, looked at the opportunities, and intensified the induction: “Nan Xi has always been single. In recent years, there are only a handful of people who have copied CP. They can be summed up in one slap. Except for Lu Yu and Su Zhu, it seems that only You. The first two people, Tian Yu, dismissed the rumors, and Tian Yuguang removed your scandal. We shouldn’t apologize prematurely, at least we have to ask Nan Xi’s thoughts."

  Mao Song's heart was beating wildly, and he looked sideways at the two girlfriends who were sitting at the dining table not far away. Nan Xi was talking and laughing with Huang Yi, half of her fan-like eyelashes fluttered, and the slender swan neck and fragrant shoulders outlined natural lines.

  She is beautiful but reasonable, not like the deliberately carved and dazzling.

   "Brother Hai, I will do my best to cooperate with the company's activities, but please don't interfere with anything related to Nanxi in the future."

  Guo Hai has been with Mao Song for almost three years. No matter before or after his fame, Mao Song has always remained unchanged from his original intention, maintaining a humble, low-key and obedient nature.

This is the first time he has spoken out to resist, but Hai Ge did not feel annoyed and rejoiced, and agreed: "Okay, don't worry, brother is pressing the company. From now on, I have to cooperate with others, and don't mess around without your permission. Let's Mao Ge I'm out of breath, and I don't need to rely on others to help me in the future. There are so many people who come to flatter us."

  Guo Hai's words of flattery, Mao Song almost listened to his left ear and his right ear. His mind could not do without that graceful figure, his eyes were firmly locked on the moles of tears under Nan Xi's delicate eyes. Rumor has it that the girl with a mole under her right eye was hurt by love in her previous life, and she will not remember her lover until her death, leaving a mark. In this life, I will meet the destined person and pay off the debts owed in the previous life together.

  How much he hopes he is her destined person, then he will inevitably spend his whole life and give her all the love of the two lives.

  Mao Song's focused scorching gaze, Nan Xi hadn't noticed that she had long been used to the gaze that others stopped on her face.

  But Guo Hai saw it real, not only saw it real, he also knew very well for whom Mao Song wrote the songs in the sequel of "Silk Road".

  Since Mao Song watched the movie "Silk Road", he has become a minister under Nan Xi's skirt.

"Brother, because of our personal relationship, I'll give you a piece of advice. Don't hesitate when you can make a move. If a good woman like Nan Xi makes a shot late, she may lose out to other competitors at any time. Those who are far away will not be counted. Su Zhu, who you just worked with a few days ago, I think he has a deep affection for Nan Xi. Brother persuaded you to go on your own with the MV protagonist, but you are shy and seek to restore "Silk Road" perfectly. Lost a good chance."

  Mao Song drooped his eyes, eager to cover up the regret with heavy lenses, but silently squeezed the cup of warm water in his palm with both hands.

   "Brother heard that Nan Xi was in a hurry to go home for the New Year’s Eve and had a special flight with the best time. Go and invite her. You can chat alone for 2 hours on the plane."

  Mao Song raised his head ecstatically and met Guo Hai’s eyes.

A glance of gratitude made Guo Hai feel ashamed, and handed him the cocoa milk tea bought by Assistant Mao Song, and pushed Mao Song on the back: "Go."

  He will apply for this with the company, purely to make up for Mao Song's anger in the morning. Mao Song's status in the entertainment industry is not what it used to be, and he must always be vigilant to prevent others from prying the corner.

   "Okay, thank you brother."

  Mao Song plucked up the courage to come to Nan Xi and put the milk tea on the table under Nan Xi's eyes.

   "Xixi, it's cold and drink hot."

"OK, thanks."

  When Nan Xi's little finger accidentally touched Mao Song's hand, his whole body seemed to be overpowered, and Mao Tou wanted to run away.

   "No, nothing."

  The shy and tender appearance made Guo Hai, who was watching the progress, feel embarrassed.

  A few strides came to the two of them, and took out their signature polite attitude: "Nan Xi, we have booked a plane at 9:10 tomorrow night, let's go back to the magic capital together."

   "9:10?" Nan Xi asked in confirmation.

  Guo Hai hammered Mao Song's back with his hand, hinting that he would answer by himself.

  Mao was so embarrassed that his face was bleeding quickly, as if he was immersed in something and couldn't pull it out.

  Guo Hai quickly put away his speechless expression, and smiled enthusiastically: "Yes."

  Nan Xi and Huang Yi looked at each other, 9:10 earlier than their scheduled 9:27 shift. They decided on the itinerary in the morning, and when they chose the flight, the most suitable time showed that the cabin was full.

  They can only choose the time from 9 to 9:40. They can't reach the airport early, and miss the bell toll at zero o'clock in the New Year.

  Huang Yi understood Nan Xi's meaning, and then replied: "Then I will trouble you."

   "Don't look outside, Maomao will take care of you in the future. Isn't it? Maomao." Guo Hai hammered Mao Song again on the back.

  If Comrade Geshen can't be helped by Adou again, he won't be able to learn from Zhuge Liang. Without the endurance and perseverance to win the throne, he really won't be able to recruit.

  Fortunately, Mao Song struggled to break through himself, staring at the ground and muttering silently: "Well, Xixi, Happy New Year."

  If the donkey's lips are not right to the horse's mouth, Guo Hai understands the meaning, and Mao Song wants to say: He is so happy to join Nan Xi in the New Year.

  The problem Nan Xi doesn’t understand. Hey, let’s train Mao Song slowly. The emotional expression in life is the most important thing. As Mao Song grows older, he can't just create songs of secret and unrequited love.

  Nan Xi is better cultivated, and smiles as usual if she doesn’t understand.

  Mao Song was recognized, he was very happy, and he planned to say something round again: "Xixi."

   "Hmm." Nan Xi blinked her apricot and nodded patiently.

  "What kind of snacks do you like, I will buy more then."

  The three characters'stinky tofu' and Huang Yi's hands reached the mouth at the same time, one on the outside and the other inside.

  The phone vibrated in the pocket of the pure white cashmere coat. Nan Xi picked up the name of the caller and nodded to everyone: "Sorry, take the call." Walking out of the positions of Mao Song and Guo Hairang, she came to the empty table and sat down.

  Huang Yi patted her chest with lingering fear. There is a rumor online that Nan Xi loves to eat stinky tofu, but she believes that as long as the person denies it to the end, this kind of black history can be treated as if it does not exist.

   "I know what she likes to eat, let me tell you, Xixi loves cherries, carambola, and strawberries." These red, yellow and tender fruits are in line with the image of the nation's first love.

  Mao Song's thoughts drifted away with Nan Xi, leaving behind two brokers who were worried about the family's ancestors, and conscientiously looking for topics to chat.

  How could Guo Hai not know what Mao Song was thinking, and after coaxing Huang Yi, he pushed the tea he bought for Nan Xi to Mao Song, clenching his fist to encourage him.

  Mao Song once again set foot on the road to pursue Nanxi, Guo Hai tiringly grabbed the mineral water bottle, drank it, and devoted himself to the daily public relations with Huang Yi.

  "Dude, let me ask, are you helping your furry to pull the red line?" The bizarre behavior of the two made Huang Yi contact their dirty little actions in the past two days.

  Let the demolition pass, Guo Hai simply admitted, and pulled the alliance: "beauties, join my matchmaker group, there are so many benefits."

   "Add your sister." Huang Yi rolled her eyes angrily and pushed away the coffee Guo Hai bought for her.

  Guo Hai picked up the coffee paper cup with both hands, put it back to Huang Yi's hand, and said in kindness: "Assistant Huang Da, you drink it, let's talk slowly after drinking it."

   "The purpose is not pure, I am afraid of diarrhea after drinking." Huang Yi decided to move and stagger two positions.

  Guo Hai touched his gray nose and whispered in a dull voice: "I really think of myself as a corner." He stopped working hard and planned to try Ning Wei, who was poor.

   "Are you up?" Nan Xi turned the video into a voice connection.

  In order to change the subject in the morning, I asked where Zhang Yichen was. I learned that he took the risk to go to the United States to meet with the head of the technology giant Mcit to discuss the details of AI technology cooperation.

  The United States has a new president, an open friendly policy, and the pockets of Wall Street capital are sufficiently saturated. On the board of directors, Zhang Yichen insisted on identifying that there were chats, forcing several veteran and prudent directors to remain neutral and continue to wait and see.

  In fact, Nan Xi also believes that there is no need to completely eliminate all contacts. Even Zhu's father usually maintains the macro positioning of peaceful progress when facing the issues of the two countries in the news.

  Shopping malls are like battlefields. There are no eternal friends or enemies, but there are eternal interests.

  "Why not pick up the video?"

Lazy bass, he should have just opened his eyes soon, Nan Xi played his specialty and turned on the nonsense mode: "The signal in the recording studio is not good, so I can only make do with the voice call. The video must be stuck, in case it gets stuck at the devil's angle. How to do?"

  Zhang Yichen chuckled: "Heh, I have seen less of your ugliness since childhood? When you were eight years old, Mr. Nan would not buy you a doll. You sit on the swing in the garden at home and cry."

  It was the first time he met Nan Xi, who would cry and make trouble. In his impression before the age of 9, Nan Xi was like her favorite SD doll, exquisite, sensible, and all beautiful.

  When the little girl spotted an unexpected guest, her watery apricot eyes held tears in her eyes, and she stared at him fiercely, yelling, "I hate it, what do you look at!"

After   , every time he had conflicts with Nan Xi, he thought repeatedly that the source of her resistance to him might have started with the first disgust.

   "Crying like a little tabby cat." At that time, he had only one thought in his mind, that he wanted to step up to Rua to put her puffed cheeks. Later, he did what he wanted and made her cry.

  The beautiful manicure-painted hand squeezed the handle of the chair, is there something wrong with this person, show off that his memory is better than her? Swearing does not reveal the truth, don't understand, hey!

  Crazy persuade yourself, don’t get angry with him, he is sick and he is a patient.

   Immediately, Jiao Didi said: "Brother Yichen, you have changed your heart. You always said that you love people's beautiful faces. Beautiful faces will not be ugly. They are 360% of the net-certified beauties without dead ends."

  The heart-stringing appellation gently wrapped around his ear, Zhang Yichen turned over uncomfortably, and lay sideways: "I didn't, Xi'er, let's watch the fireworks together in New Year's Eve."

   "Okay, okay, but it is forbidden to set off fireworks and firecrackers." The common sense question blurted out, and I felt superfluous after asking. With Zhang Yichen present, the two characters "Don't Let" have no meaning.

   "Hey, I will arrange everything."

   "Xixi, your milk tea."

  Two male voices sounded in her ears at the same time. When Nan Xi reacted, it was too late to cover the position of the phone's microphone.

  "Who is by your side?" Zhang Yichen's icy question has been thrown out

   Nan Xi moved her chair back, stood up and smiled at Mao Song, "Thank you, I'm not thirsty."

  Walking to the far table, Mao Song let the blows do not know what to do for a while, whether he should walk back to his table or wait for her as the clown.

  Nan Xi sat down, and said softly, "Jealous?"

   "Not so, Mao Song."

  Seconds to restore the reasoning ability of things, Nan Xi exaggerated and praised: "That's right, it's amazing."

After a pause, in order to reduce the trouble of the festival, I turned to Xixin Xi and explained: "We have dinner. He bought milk tea for me. Tomorrow night, the plane chartered by his company is before the ticket I bought. I will take his back. "

   "Qiu Feng will pick you up, and you will wait for him at the venue after the performance."

Nan Xi strongly refused: "No! I have to go home before midnight. Beijing is more than 1,000 kilometers away from the magic capital. Helicopters can't reach it directly, so you have to refuel or transfer on the way, which will delay the time." The helicopter speed is about 250km per hour, which is convenient for short distances and not as good as long distances. Large civil aviation planes are reliable.

  The disgusted Zhang Yichen was silent for a few seconds before asking in a deep voice, "Mrs. Zhang, do you think I only have a helicopter?"

  The embarrassment forced Nan Xi to ignore the name of intimacy, and her mind was stuck: ... to blame her short-sightedness, Sora used more than a dozen various private jets as decorations.

   "I won't tell you, the preparation will start immediately, I will prepare."

  The broadcast began at 8 o'clock, and the host of the four major groups appeared on the scene, and Nan Xi and Mao Song stood in the background and waited. After the curtain was announced, the first show was 56 ethnic dances, and the second show was their song "Guardian of the Silk Road".

  Mao Song was wearing a big red suit, Nan Xi changed into LELO’s custom goose yellow long skirt, wrapped in layers of thin silk.

  Considering her seven-point high heels, the program director asked her to stay still and just stand still and sing. Waiting for the special moon in the scene to rise, sit on the crescent moon, perfectly creating the beauty of an exotic princess.

  Amy worked so hard to put on the corresponding makeup, half of his face was covered by the veil. But even if Nan Xi only showed his eyebrows, eyes, and nose, a pair of piercing eyes with a slight glimpse was enough to attract others to leave the country with a full face.

  The temperature at the studio was suitable, and Mao Song, who was standing on her side, couldn't help pacing. It can be seen that he is quite worried about her feelings, otherwise it may stamp out more movement and a wider range.

  (End of this chapter)