Chapter 56

Lu Shaoqiu opened the door.

The white carved gate opened slowly. Qingyao walked halfway and looked back into the car: "Hey, don't you go in?"

Qu Ke has started the car and raised his hand: "you're going to fight. It's not good for me to help anyone. By the way, if you win, call me and give you a celebration banquet in the evening!"

The window rolled up and the white car rose.

Qingyuan stared at the back of the car for a while.

NND, knowing she couldn't do it, you left her alone?

Does she hate him for being too chivalrous or praise him for being righteous?

Turning around, she looked up at the balcony outside the second floor of the small building.

That man is really there.

Light blue gradient round neck T-shirt and beibai trousers are light and elegant.

He seems to particularly like the big balcony with flowers.

The sky was so clean that there was no cloud, leaving only the pure blue I wanted to be completely, fainting and dyeing in countless strands over his head.

The sun is really good.

His light blue casual T-shirt was dazzling.

Qingyao quickly took back his painful eyes and bowed his head in with a complex and heavy heart.

Lu Shaoqiu took a pocket with one hand, looked at her calmly, and came up step by step from the stairs outside the building.

Until she came to the corner and couldn't see her slender figure again, she returned to the rattan chair and sat down again.

Pick up a plate of fresh sandwiches and eat them slowly.

Qingyao came up, stood on the stairs, looked at him, and then walked slowly over.

On the open balcony on the second floor, there are bursts of flowers. In the distance is the sea. The landscape is very good. The sea breeze strikes. People are in midsummer, but they also seem to be in spring and autumn.

She stood a meter away from him, said nothing, and stared at him so dead.

Lu Shaoqiu, who was so calm, could not restrain a heart in her chest and exacerbated the beating frequency under her direct gaze.

He couldn't eat half the sandwich in his hand. He put it back on the plate and wiped his hands with a white and clean napkin. In order to cover up his slight gaffe, he had nothing to say: "I thought there was a zebra from a distance."

Qingyao didn't answer, and his expression was indifferent.

Just a pair of black eyes as clear as water still looked at him quietly.

Lu Shaoqiu mentioned the milk pot and poured hot milk into his cup: "there's a contract over there. Have a look."

Jingyao still didn't say a word. He came forward and took a few thin pieces of paper in the folder.

She hung her eyes and looked at the speed of ten lines at a glance.

Lu Shaoqiu frowned and frowned. He didn't like her attitude. He snorted gently, picked up the milk and sipped it gracefully.

"Just want me to join your company?" Qingyao said in a light tone and closed the contract. "Does President Lu like me?"

"Poof -" Lu Shaoqiu took a mouthful of milk and sprayed it.

Qingyao looked at his rare embarrassment with great interest.

Lu Shaoqiu took a paper towel and wiped her lips. A pair of deep eyes fixed on her. For a long time, he threw the paper towel into the trash can and smiled with a pleasant voice: "No wonder reporter Yun said last time that I didn't disappoint many women. I dare to use people I want. As long as they are heterosexual, they cage them around because they like them? In this way, I'm really a bad man of Playboy type."

It was a joke, but Qingyao was ashamed when he was so discerning and ironic.

She slapped the contract clip back on the table, bent her eyebrows and picked it gently: "it's OK for me to enter your company, but I have conditions!"

Lu Shaoqiu's heart beat uncontrollably. Even he couldn't understand the cause of the palpitation.

He shrugged and spread out his slender hand: "say."

Qingyao took the backpack on his shoulder in his hand, pulled over the white armchair opposite his desk, which was obviously smaller than his cane chair, sat down and talked about the terms as a matter of business: "first, in the name of your Nirvana brokerage company, let Xiao Wei go to see one of her fans for free."

"Xiao Wei is a female artist in our agency. It's OK to negotiate with her agent about this kind of thing. You will be colleagues when you go there to be a fashion stylist in the future. Such a small thing will come naturally."

"No, not in my name. You have to agree to let the following people do it, and we'll continue to talk!" she didn't want to have anything to do with that woman in her life.

Lu Shaoqiu's deep eyes looked at her quietly for a few seconds, snorted, and didn't refuse again.

Qingyao was unhappy: "do you agree or disagree? Can you hurry up?"

What she can't see most is his kind of thing. She wants to turn into a sultry man with a bend of 9981 in her heart. For example, in order to let her enter his company, she made so many Yin moves to pit the old things. Now she is still lying in the doctor's intensive care unit!

Er, although she is the biggest beneficiary, Lu Shaoqiu always controls it!

If it weren't for him, who could have caught the old thing without dripping water?

A piece of pink Camellia petals came with the wind and fell on Qingyao's shoulder.

Lu Shaoqiu naturally leaned over to the table and stretched out his hand.

Seeing that his hand was about to touch her face, Qingyao whizzed back: "what do you want?"

"Lust demon?" Lu Shaoqiu held his hand in mid air, and his face became a little ugly for a moment. "If I were a lust demon, can your little wild horse jump in front of me as usual? I don't know what's good or bad!"

He kept her for three years as a "Song Mozhi". A "Song Mozhi" like him can't be a husband and wife with her. Then his little Mustang like wife should be as pure and clean as the daughter of the yellow flower who hasn't come out of the cabinet.

Her eyes couldn't help falling. They fell somewhere towering under her big T-shirt. The occasional touch seemed beautiful in her hand a few times ago. The more I thought about it, the heart Sheng began to ripple uncontrollably

Qingyao ignored his sophistry and stared warily at his white hand: "take your hand back!"

Lu Shaoqiu suddenly backhanded and really rubbed her short hair.

"What are you doing? Why don't you admit it's a lust demon? Where is your hand going?" Qingyuan was afraid that his hand would touch his face. He shouted loudly, grabbed his backpack and stood up.

The big hand that wanted to caress her hair was inadvertently held on her strong and slender waist.

Across the thin T-shirt, he even touched the belt of her bra

Qingyao blushed and immediately turned around and jumped away.

Lu Shaoqiu stood up, his hands fell, and a pink petal was spread between his palms. The teasing smile between his sexy lips was charming: "what are you yelling at? Something fell on your shoulder. I'll take it for you."

Qingyuan doesn't believe him at all. He stares at him with a red face and his chest fluctuates violently.

Lu Shaoqiu's thin lips were slightly pursed, and the petals floated down gently when he breathed.

Qingyao stared at the petals landing, and then continued to stare at him.

Lu Shaoqiu shook his head and smiled: "even if you really have sexual interest in the little Mustang, you don't have the courage to sleep with a young grandmother of the Song family. What's more, you really can't mention your desire for a little zebra."

Qingyao blushed. She found that the more she met, the more she couldn't understand the man.

I can't tell which of his right and evil words is true and which is false.

Lu Shaoqiu stepped forward, picked up the contract again, played with it in his hands, and his face became soft: "your conditions, I'll do it for you."

"OK." Qingyao still stood two or three meters away from him, holding the belt of his bag tightly, cold eyebrow and tiger face, full alert, "second, I don't want to be a fashion designer. If I want to be a star!"

Lu Shaoqiu didn't expect that she should put forward such unexpected conditions. Junrong calmed down: "do you know what the career of star really means?"

Qingyao also calmly lowered his voice: "if you want to sign, you can sign as a star. There is no need to talk about fashion design. Of course, I know what it means to be a star, but I won't tell you the real answer in my heart! Different people have different opinions on the answer to this question. If you have needs, it will be a positive heaven. If you dislike it, the answer will be a dark hell!"

Lu Shaoqiu's face was expressionless and quiet for about a minute. His deep eyes were as deep as the night sky: "you have to threaten me by my favor for you?"

Or, she also felt that he was special to her, so she had to rely on this special to be willful!

Qingyao bit his teeth, but he didn't dare to look into his eyes: "it's not a threat, this is the result!"

Although it was just a fun try, under his sharp and cold eyes, Qingyao still couldn't help being cold.

She didn't think he was really special to her, nor did she feel how much he valued her, but she didn't really care about the job, but had a try.

If luckily he agrees, she simply goes to be a star. According to his ability, she can be as popular as she wants.

At present, she can't think of a further future. She only thinks of one thing. At least, she has to be rich!

She has always been short-sighted and blind!

"OK, I promise you, don't regret it!" he slapped the contract on the ground.

He agreed!

Lu Shaoqiu, who has always only played with others and only allowed others to listen to his arrangement, agreed!

Qingyao was not relieved. His heart fell into the cold water and sank down, suffocating.

She didn't know what it was like.

Lu Shaoqiu went aside to make a phone call.

He stood at the edge of the railing with one hand at his waist.

Qingyao was frozen in place, staring at his tall and dignified back by the railing, listening to him calmly give work instructions to Shi LAN and Qu Ke respectively.

The content is all about signing her as an artist of Nirvana brokerage company.

Qingyao listens to his phone arrangement at that end.

I don't know why, there is a kind of frightened timidity.

For a moment, she wanted to go back on her word, but she was cancelled by herself. If she dared to say no, she could spit and die.

A man can have no goal, but he can't break his promise!

Ma's, although he's three, seven, twenty-one, he's a star. Not to mention anything else, he must have a lot of money.

At that time, she will smash a house around her. No, it's a building. If she smashes a dozen tickets each of them, she won't believe it. Life is not smooth!