Chapter 338

In fact, it's not so sad. After all

"Jin Beihan, you don't want to cut off my back road, do you?" Song Yarong suddenly thought of something, a pat Jin Beihan's shoulder, suddenly the whole person is not good.

"I said before that I would stop filming after this fashion show. When I have children, I will still consider coming back to the rehearsal show. If you let me offend Li Fengyuan, it's like breaking the road for me. It's a bit too much. "

Jin Beihan was stunned. He didn't mean it at all. He just came here to get angry when he saw that the man under the old man Li Fengyuan's hand was acting up to song Yarong. It was just a small punishment.

However, it is undeniable that Jin Beihan has some expectations when he hears song Yarong say that he has offended Li Fengyuan for her and that he may not be able to get along in the fashion circle.

After all, she has broken a road. Although song Yarong will look for other roads in the future, there is no road like the fashion circle that makes song Yarong happy.

"Why do I think you're a little disappointed?"

"No, not at all. I've already sent someone to give the fashion week a luxury meal, morning, afternoon tea and night snack on time every day for the three days you asked for leave."

Yes, just decided, so happily decided.

Jin Beihan never showed weakness before. According to normal logic, if he offends Li Fengyuan, he will.

Anyway, the fashion circle is more than just such a teacher. Even if he blocks the entertainment company of Jin's group, he won't be desperate. At most, he will lose some money.

And money, he never lacked.

Since Song Yarong wants to maintain a good relationship with Li Fengyuan, let him come forward.

Anyway, for three days, oh no, during the whole fashion week, he packed three meals a day. Although the money is not much, Li Fengyuan won't pay much attention to it, but at least he won't give song Yarong a cold shoulder if he eats others' soft talk.

"You're going to make fashion week designers hate you!" Song Yarong thought, I'm afraid it's not only the designers, but also the girls in the staff.

Originally, the girls thought that hard work could make them thinner. As a result, Jin Beihan fed five meals a day and would get fat!

After a afternoon tea, I don't know how long I will go to the gym in the evening, but the girls really have no resistance to afternoon tea.

Song Yarong continued to say angrily, "I can't see it. Jin Beihan's heart is sinister. He said, do you want to fatten me up? If I'm fat and ugly, you have reason to go to other women, right?"

"You're wrong. I want to fatten you up so that other men won't look at you more, you know?"

"You don't want to see me after all." Song Yarong shakes her head. At this time, she believes in men's planning. That's the ghost.

"OK, Jin Beihan, I don't want to talk nonsense with you. I'm very tired and want to have a rest. I don't know if you want to accompany me?"

"I'd love to!" Jin Beihan takes off his coat and lies in the quilt, taking a nap with song Yarong.

What song Yarong didn't know was that Li Fengyuan really held his breath during the fashion week.

Although Jin Beihan is not the son of heaven, he is also full of angry corpses. After the fury of fashion week, he makes people panic. The person he finds out is just Luo Luo. We don't know whether there will be a new one behind the scenes. In a word, his heart is floating.

Li Fengyuan, who had been holding his breath, saw the luxurious lunch brought by Xiao Wu sent by Jin Beihan, and said, "hum, if you have the ability, let him deliver it all the time."

As a result, Xiao Wu bowed and said with a smile, "the boss told us that during the shooting period of this fashion week, all the catering will be provided by Jin's group, including three meals a day and afternoon tea. We will also prepare supper according to your needs."

"I'll go back first. I've just contacted the staff of your fashion week, and then our staff will arrange the meal delivery."

Li Fengyuan really wants a mouthful of old blood to kill him.

Well, Li Fengyuan is not short of money, but most of his money will be spent on artistic pursuits, such as shooting fashion shows. He is very rich, but all his money is spent on the blade, and no one can't get along with money.

Jin Beihan is rich, and his personal and company assets are beyond imagination. Therefore, it's really easy and happy to be smashed by local tyrants.

When song Yarong returned to fashion week, Jin Beihan had already gone back to work.

However, song Yarong soon felt that the attitude of the staff of fashion week towards her seemed to have a qualitative leap.It's not that song Yarong used to be bad, but that song Yarong had no airs in the past, which often made people forget that she was Jin Beihan's wife and that song Yarong was a rich lady with a value of more than 10 billion.

Well, the first time song Yarong felt people's eager eyes, she suddenly got goose bumps and fell to the ground.

Song Yarong thought, is it so serious? Isn't it just food for a fashion week?

For luxury food, song Yarong doesn't seem to care so much about money now.

Do you think it's the reason why people who are close to Zhu are red? Jin Beihan's business is getting bigger and bigger. Money is a number to him.

In the past, Jin Beihan spent a little more money, and song Yarong began to feel distressed. Later, he was a little calm. Now he is probably numb.

Well, Jin Beihan earns the money. He can spend it as much as he wants. Besides, she has seen the menu sent by Xiao Wu. She likes all the types of boxed lunch. That's very refreshing.

No, song Yarong is in infinite distress again. What if she gets fat?

"What are you thinking, Yarong? Why do you look unhappy? " Lin Weiyang didn't know when he ran to song Yarong's side and asked with some doubts.

"To eat or not to eat is a question!" Song Yarong's distress is something a woman can understand.

When Li Fengyuan passed by, he just heard this sentence, "Song Yarong, you give me less food. If you can't wear the Qipao made according to your figure, let Jin Beihan make it for you again!"

Song Yarong shivered and thought it was too terrible. The cheongsam looks at people's figure. If you can't wear more meat, it's over.

If Jin Beihan is asked to recruit another person to make his own cheongsam, he is willing to, but it's too bad.

"No, I won't. I'll call now and ask someone to give me a healthy meal with less oil and salt."

"I also insist on yoga every day, and I will go running when I have more time, so Miss Li doesn't have to worry about my figure, I value it more than you, believe me!" Song Yarong raised her hand and swore, as if she could give herself a firm reason.