Chapter 365 A Hundred Years

In the middle of the night, there was a murmur in his ear. Tong Huaer narrowed his eyes and saw Zong Beili come in with a pillow in his arms. He lay down beside him and frowned slightly, but said nothing.

Forget it. If she opened her eyes now, it would only make each other more embarrassed. Besides, Zong Beili just slept and didn't do anything to her.

The next day.

At noon, Tong Huaer sat on the sofa and watched Tong Jing's tearful attack on her on tv. She didn't know if it was because she had watched too much.

But the content of Tong Jing's complaint seems to have gone up a notch?

"Didn't I tell you not to look at these?" Suddenly a familiar voice sounded. Tong Huaer looked up at the door and saw xiaoluo come in. He stood up and smiled, "Elder sister Luo, why are you here?"

"I came to talk to you about getting back to work."

As soon as xiao luo finished speaking, Xu Duoduo's voice suddenly sounded on the tv. The two of them looked at the tv together.

Many of them stood in front of the microphone and said with a pitiful face, "I don't know why she hit me. We used to be such good friends..."

Many of them were much smarter than Tong Jing and did not attack Tong Huaer directly, but they had a better effect.

Tong Huaer gritted his lips and stared at Xu Duoduo. His hands were clenched into fists. Xiao luo looked at her, picked up the remote control and turned off the tv.

"There's nothing good about this kind of people. Let them be successful for a few days first! Huaer, you don't have to pay attention to them!"

Xiao luo said.

Tong Huaer was stunned. He turned to look at xiao luo and said, "Elder sister Luo, you don't have to worry about me. Didn't you ask me to talk about work? Let's sit down and talk."

Since she had already decided to work, she could not be defeated. It would be unacceptable just to watch the news. What if she saw Xu Duoduo and Tong Jing again in the future?

"Okay, let's sit down and talk." Xiao luo nodded, sat down with Tong Huaer, looked at her and said, "I've discussed it with my friends. You need to hold a press conference to admit that you like Lu Yan."

"Admit that I like Lu Yan?" Tong Huaer frowned.

"Yes! Huaer, it's useless to deny it now, because they have your diary. If you lie and deny it, it will only bring more negative effects to you. That's why you have to admit that you were born after death!"

In terms of hype and whitewashing, these rules of the entertainment industry, xiao luo is professional.

Tong Huaer frowned and thought about it. What Luo meant was for her to admit her feelings for Lu Yan first, then to show that she didn't like Lu Yan now.

This might really work, but this way...

"Elder sister Luo, if I say so, brother-in-law he..."

Will lu yan be affected again because of her? It's not good for him at all!

"Huaer, you don't have to worry about that. I've already contacted him and he agreed to do so." Xiao luo said, pausing and sighing, "If it wasn't the last resort, I wouldn't have done this..."

"... Lu Yan actually agreed?

A complex emotion flashed through Tong Huaer's eyes. Luo looked at her and continued, "I'll have the press conference speech prepared in advance. You just need to read it. We'll arrange everything together."

"All right then." Tong Huaer nodded.

She had said that she would cooperate fully. If she backed out now, elder sister Luo's good fortune would be in vain.

"Well, I'll go back and get ready. You should rest well and not put so much pressure on yourself." Xiao luo said.

Tong Huaer nodded and suddenly frowned, "By the way, elder sister Luo, didn't the company say they didn't want me anymore?"

Previously, silk road had flattered Zong Beili for her sake. Now that the fact that she lived with Zong Beili has not been exposed, the company should still give up on her.

"Forget about the company, let's do this press conference on our own! Just wait and see. They'll come begging you!"

Luo raised his eyebrows.

"... Tong Huaer nodded thoughtfully.

She didn't care whether the company came or not, as long as she could solve this problem and still have a job in the future.

In the evening, Zong Beili didn't come back for dinner. After Tong Huaer coaxed Tangdou to sleep, he drew in the studio. Suddenly, someone grabbed him from behind and screamed in fear. A long black line was drawn on the paper with a brush.

"What are you doing? It's scary!"

Tong Huaer looked at the line on the paper in frustration. The painting was ruined.

"You didn't even notice me coming in. You deserve to be scared."

Zongbei sniffed the fragrance of her body, his arms tightly around Tong Huaer's waist.

"Loosen up a little, Zong Beili. I can't breathe. Um... Have you been drinking again? Do you want some hangover soup?"

Tong Huaer struggled, and Zong Beili bit her on the shoulder. She heard her cries of pain with satisfaction, and her lips curved in a happy arc.

I'm not drunk. Why aren't you sleeping so late? Just waiting for me?"

Tong Huaer curled her lips, "No, I'm drawing."

"Little heartless thing!" Zong Beili bit her as punishment, narrowed his eyes at the drawing board and said sarcastically, "This is your painting? Are you back to kindergarten now?"

"What? You're the one who did it!" Tong Huaer protested. If it weren't for him, her painting would have been fine.

Zongbei glared at her angry little face and said nothing. He picked up the brush she was holding and added a few strokes to the horizontal line...

Tong Huaer had only seen Zong Beili paint a few times, but every time she saw' turning rotten into magic'! The destructive horizontal line turned into a hidden landscape, and Tong Huaer turned his head in astonishment, looking straight at the man's elegant silhouette.

"Do you admire me and give you a chance to kiss me?"

Zong Beili lowered his head and stared at her. His handsome face with raised eyebrows said arrogantly.

"...

Tong Huaer was stunned, his little face turned red, and Beili turned to look at the drawing board, only to find that he had finished drawing.

"Does it look good?"

Zong Beili asked confidently.

"Nice." Tong Huaer nodded.

Zong Beili not only drew the horizontal line, but also added to the imperfection of her drawing. The painting in front of her was not completed by her drawing function at all.

"You don't have to feel inferior. If you work hard for another hundred years, you might catch up with me."

Zong Beili didn't seem to know what modesty was at all. He did not forget to hurt Tong Huaer when he praised himself.

"...

Tong Huaer was speechless. After a hundred years, could she live another hundred years?

"If you want to draw so badly, I'll arrange a teacher for you." Zongbei held her tightly.