Chapter 432

I see, such a wish may come true soon, but But she just missed it?

Yu Xiaoxiao inhaled his nose, and then heard song Qingfeng say, "I'm sorry, Xiaoxiao, your health is not good. I wanted you to rest more. I didn't expect that... "

Song Qingfeng raises his hand and wipes the tears for Yu Xiaoxiao, which is full of heartache.

He looks guilty, let Yu Xiaozhang Zhang, but also say nothing.

Yes, she can't blame song Qingfeng. She overslept herself. She didn't notice that the alarm clock had no power

How can she blame others?

Yu Xiaoxiao's hand was tight on her side. She said nothing and turned to run out of the house.

Song Qingfeng saw her leave, hurriedly stepped forward a few steps, and grabbed her arm, "little, where are you going?"

"I'm going to Tiantong entertainment." Yu Xiaoxiao looked back and said firmly.

Song Qingfeng didn't expect that she would be so persistent. There was a glimmer of luster in her eyes. Yu Xiaoxiao saw his momentary trance and wondered, "what? Any questions? "

"Little, since I have missed the time, why not..." Song Qingfeng said in a tone of consultation.

But Yu Xiaoxiao interrupts song Qingfeng's words. She frowns, "I will go even if I miss the time. Maybe there's a chance to get it back. "

She looked at Song Qingfeng, who wanted to talk and stop, and didn't want her to leave. A little doubt came into her mind. "Why did Miss Song stop me? Don't you want my work to be adapted into a movie? "

She said very directly.

Song Qingfeng is asked by her at first glance, stupefied, with a stiff expression. He slowly releases Yu Xiaoxiao's hand. "No. I'm just worried about you. "

"What does Miss Song worry about me?" Yu Xiaoxiao asked indefatigably, she always had a feeling that today's song Qingfeng is a little strange.

In the face of Yu Xiaoxiao's pressing step by step, song Qingfeng, who has always been indifferent to things, was in a hurry. He didn't even know how to answer Yu Xiaohao.

He didn't want to deceive her, but if he didn't, everything he had done would be broken.

He will lose her.

But if you lie to her, step by step, you will fall into the abyss of lies.

Seeing that song Qingfeng didn't answer again, Yu Xiaoyan's doubts became more serious.

She suddenly thought of her cell phone that didn't set the alarm clock at all. It was just cold medicine. How could she fall asleep so easily without any reason?

Yu Xiaoxiao wants to find out why, but she doesn't have time to think about it now.

She must arrive at Tiantong entertainment as soon as possible, and she will try her best to save everything!

Yu Xiaoxiao thought, then accelerated the pace, rushed to the upstairs bedroom, hurriedly packed all the documents, put them in a folder, then went to the door and put on shoes.

"Small." Song Qingfeng looked at her quick move to leave the villa. He was sad, and he couldn't help shouting.

"Is Miss Song going to take me? If not, I'll talk about it later. " Yu Xiaoxiao's tone was not very good. She took a deep look at Song Qingfeng, then quickly ran to the side of the road, reached for a taxi and took it.

"Master, Tiantong entertainment." Yu Xiaoxiao holds the folder in his heart, and his chin is gently knocked on it.

She stared at the road in front of her and urged the driver to drive faster.

But even if the speed is fast enough, the villa is far away from Tiantong entertainment. When Yu Xiaoxiao arrives at Tiantong entertainment, the street light is on and the night is low.

In the top office of the main building of Tiantong entertainment.

Qi Qingfeng is sitting in the boss's chair, his right hand is lightly against his forehead, and his elbow is propped on the handle of the chair.

His whole back is facing the office, and his left finger is beating the chair face once and for all, making a crisp sound. He waited patiently for a while, then opened his eyes, slightly missed his sight and fell on his watch.

It's half past five.

There are only 15 minutes left before the deadline they have agreed to negotiate the contract.

Qi Qingfeng narrowed his eyes, and a trace of impatience flashed through his eyes. The thin lips are tightly pressed into a straight line, the eyebrows are slightly closed, and the speed of beating the chair surface is inadvertently getting faster and faster.

What he is most tired of is this kind of untimely person!

Qi Qing under the pressure of the wind in the heart of the fidgety, thinking of the film and Television Department Manager and he said the ceiling.

This famous writer's works are rare to see. The market sales and influence are very strong. The company also spent a lot of effort to get her contact information and make an appointment.

Qi Qingfeng forced at his feet, the chair turned around quickly, his eyes fell on the clean and tidy desk, the only neatly arranged copy. His fingers picked up one of the pages and gave a quick glance.

The writing is clear and beautiful, with only a few dialogues between characters, it can easily highlight its personality color.

It seems that the writer is a man of great personality.

Qi Qingfeng's fingertips are raised, the paper pages fall down in a flash, and his mouth is slightly raised with slight irony. Well, even if the script is written well, what's the use?

Just not being punctual is enough for Qi Qingfeng to eliminate all his "Guanghua" in his mind.

Bad character.

This is Qi Qingfeng's first definition.

"There is no idea of time. It's better to be a punctual carrier pigeon."

Qi Qingfeng murmured this sentence out of his mouth. Suddenly, he was stunned and remembered the scene of his first meeting with Yu Xiaoxiao.

That punctual little guy always comes to the place ahead of time to wait for him

Suddenly, Qi Qingfeng's heart contracted. He took a deep breath and stood up slowly.

Since he is not as good as a punctual carrier pigeon, there is no need for him to wait any longer.

Qi Qingfeng got up and stood up. He straightened his suit and walked towards the office door with his long thigh.

"President, are you leaving?" The manager of Tiantong entertainment is about to knock on the door with two cups of coffee. As a result, the door of the office is opened.

Looking at Qi Qingfeng's face, the manager narrowed his eyes and smiled pleasantly, "that new writer must have delayed something, this kind of thing is very common..."

"Very common?" Qi Qingfeng sneered and snorted, "I'm not interested in this kind of person who likes playing big cards. No matter how good her works are, there's no sense that her character is not up to standard."

Said, Qi Qingfeng straight away.