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Zhao Xi wore a pair of black framed glasses, and her originally clean and beautiful face now looked somewhat serious. She skillfully commanded the people on the stage, and her capable appearance was a little out of line with her age.

"… …." Then why doesn't Miss Zhao care about Lan Xin's matter? "

Song Yang struggled for a while before asking again. He really wasn't protecting Lan Xin because he wanted to save money for the company!

Even though their boss didn't care about how rich he was, their boss didn't care about the concept of money and their subordinates being unable to grasp it!

Even if their boss were to spend a lot of money, their subordinates would have to sign every contract into their hands.

The employee is responsible for making money, and the boss is responsible for spending money.

Song Yang was a little sad. Why did he feel that it was unfair?

"What do you want me to do?"

Zhao Xi absent-mindedly asked him as she drew more important points on the document. Could it be that she wanted to rush up to Mo Ziran and tell him that it was indeed her fault, that she bullied Lan Xin?

When she thought about those unreasonable words, she felt uncomfortable all over. She silently allowed Lan Xin to complain, so could she not still be considered helping her?

Song Yang was stunned, he could not say anything about asking Zhao Xi to go and plead with President Mo, and was only straightforward about it.

"Manager Song," Zhao Xi looked at Song Yang very seriously, a look of scrutiny in his eyes: "Are you on good terms with Lan Xin?"

"…"

Song Yang was shocked, he reacted extremely quickly, and he almost swore to the heavens: "Miss Zhao, Lan Xin and I are only working, and we don't have much of a relationship, we only meet when we're working, it's not exactly good, and I won't be selfishly divided."

"Why are you so nervous? I was just asking if Lan Xin really liked Mo Ziran? "How much do you like it?" Zhao Xi used his brush to tap the folder, making a sound that made Song Yang feel uneasy.

Song Yang was not sure what Zhao Xi meant, and her expression did not reveal any information either. Song Yang measured for a bit, and said cautiously: "Lan Xin does indeed like the CEO, but it should be limited to liking, and not to the extent of going overboard."

"Oh."

Zhao Xi replied indifferently, then lowered her head and started drawing.

Song Yang heaved a sigh of relief and decided to leave first. If he continued with this question, he might even lose out on himself.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Song Yang's leaving figure. Zhao Xi snorted and threw the folder on the table, telling her to go up and beg for mercy? Did she really want to add fuel to the fire?

Zhao Xi pressed her hand on the table, the fire in her heart burning hotter and hotter.

She's been working with a love rival?

Mo Ziran was really at ease, wasn't he afraid that the two of them would destroy his company?

"Miss Zhao."

Zhao Xi replied snappily: What are you doing?

The assistant was startled, and was startled by Zhao Xi's action. She looked at Zhao Xi timidly: "We are ready to go to Miss Zhao."

Zhao Xi once again picked up the folder and walked over. Gong Qi and Wen Ran adjusted their makeup under the lens.

"The first eight sets of photos we will take will all be taken by ourselves. The last two sets will be taken together.

He was, of course, a model whom Zhao Xi had taken a fancy to at first glance. There was a kind of pure youth on his body, but his facial features were extremely beautiful.

It had to be known that the previous few little model s, Mo Ziran, had ridiculed him with extremely disdainful words, and their evaluation of him was already the highest.

"Sister Xi, do you want me to draw more detailed makeup? I'm worried that the President Mo will still find me ugly. " Wen Ran looked unconfidently in the mirror. Should she draw bigger eyes? Or is the skin whiter? Is it better to have a natural lip color or a red lip color when you are in the mirror?

"… …." Wen Ran, you can do it now, but don't adjust. " Zhao Xi was a little embarrassed, and helplessly threw up his hands, "There's a problem with Mo Ziran's taste, so ignore him."

"…"

Everyone present inhaled a breath of cold air, their warm faces became extremely ugly. Her gaze fell behind Zhao Xi, and she looked as if they were about to cry: "Sister Xi, President Mo's taste is pretty good."

"Yeah, yeah." Zhao Xi replied half-heartedly. No matter what, she couldn't give her man any face, and Mo Ziran's beauty also represented her quality. She covered her mouth and yawned.

Zhao Xi went to help Gong Qi to make his final makeup: "Actually, your short hair is a bit better looking and looks mature and clean. Why don't we try changing our hairstyles?"

Gong Qi was silent for a moment: "Boss, you prefer short hair?"

Zhao Xi looked at him in puzzlement. "What does this have to do with me liking short hair? I just think you're better suited for short hair. "

"Don't tell me that the performer isn't suitable for the baldy!?"

An unhappy voice sounded from behind him. It was gloomy, but pleasant to the ears.

Zhao Xi immediately understood what they were thinking, seeing that Gong Qi's face had turned ugly, Zhao Xi immediately consoled him: "He didn't mean it that way, it's just that he thinks that you guys change your hairstyles frequently, so his hair is getting hurt, you guys take his photos first."

Zhao Xi quickly turned around and pulled Mo Ziran away from him, "If you anger my model to death, go and find him."

She was very satisfied with the effects of Gong Qi's recording, but Mo Ziran kept on making trouble for her.

"Swallow those words! What does your model mean! You are mine, and your things are also mine. I will not admit that I have such an ugly model! "

What's so good about that Gong Qi?

A grown man was still flirting around in front of a flashing light all day long. Furthermore, he was uglier and taller than him. There was simply nothing for him to do.

My model is ugly, but your model is not. What are you doing here? Didn't your model go to find you? "

Zhao Xi deliberately emphasized the word "yours", and her voice dragged on for a long time. You told her to come up and find me?! That woman already went to my CEO's office, and you still want to play with her?! "

She wasn't in a hurry at all?!

She wasn't jealous at all?!

"It's not me," How could she possibly let Lan Xin go and find him? But she couldn't stop him in front of so many people, so she said in a low voice, "Moreover, I didn't hook up with him."

This was a normal make-up!

"What happened to her?"

Mo Ziran detected the dissatisfaction in Zhao Xi's tone, and went closer to look at her, not wanting to let go of even the slightest of change in expression.

"… …." "She didn't do anything to me, it's just that I didn't know she liked you …" Zhao Xi's eyes darkened for a moment, and bitterly changed what he said, "It should be said that I don't even remember that she likes you."

Mo Ziran looked deeply at Zhao Xi, her Adam's apple moved slightly, his eyes dimmed, and a tearing pain came from the bottom of her heart that went deep into her bones, he gritted her teeth in pain, she pulled Zhao Xi into his embrace, and the pain in his eyes continued to surge: "Sorry, Zhao Xi, I'm sorry."

Zhao Xi was startled, his voice was depressing and sorrowful, the taut lines of his voice made her heart fiercely tighten.

The strength in Mo Ziran's embrace was so strong that it almost rubbed her down to his bones and blood. Zhao Xi clearly felt that his body was trembling.

"I'm fine, I still remember you."

As long as she remembered him, it didn't matter, really, it didn't matter.

Now that she remembered Mo Ziran, she remembered the press conference, that was enough.

Everyone said they wanted to live in the present, but there were very few people who could truly do it. Now that she had done it, because she could not remember, she did not want to think about it, so she focused all her energy on the press conference. After these few days, she only thought about Mo Ziran.

Zhao Xi lightly patted Mo Ziran's back, gently comforting him: "Good boy, there are still so many of your employees here, do you want them to see the ugly face of a CEO crying?"

After Zhao Xi finished her sentence, the people who were still watching in shock immediately retracted their gazes, and started fiddling with their tools, looking extremely embarrassed and serious.

"Who said I was crying?!" He rubbed his hands on Zhao Xi's shoulder twice and quickly retreated, "You actually dare to collude with a playboy?!"

"…"

So fast.

Zhao Xi looked at him speechlessly. "Where's that Lan Xin?"

He hadn't seen her come in for a long time, what had happened to Mo Ziran?

"How would I know?"

Mo Ziran scoffed, you actually want to ask him about this?

I forgot!

"… …." Mo Ziran, you aren't trying to silence us by killing us, are you? " Zhao Xi looked at him suspiciously, and the more she thought about it, the more likely it seemed to be, "What do you think your relationship with that Lan Xin was before? Is she your ex-girlfriend? "

"..." Can you enrich your imagination a bit more? I don't even know her! "

Even though everyone in the studio was busy with their own things, they were all listening attentively to the sound and thus were very quiet.

Mo Ziran's voice became the only source of sound, causing Lan Xin, who just came in, to stand in place with an ugly expression.

Zhao Xi was silent.

When she saw Lan Xin's snow-white arm, she was stunned for a moment. She looked at Mo Ziran in shock, and the question in her eyes was extremely obvious: You really hit her?

On Lan Xin's fair arm, there was a long scar, which looked extremely shocking.

Her aggrieved eyes looked straight at Mo Ziran, as she covered her arms in grievance.

Everyone in the studio knew that Lan Xin had gone up to look for Mo Ziran just now. She was fine when she went up, but when she came down, he had injured her arm.

Mo Ziran snorted, then left behind the phrase "come and find me later" and directly walked out without anyone noticing, and then left swiftly and decisively. Zhao Xi was gloomy, what exactly did he come down for?

A thought quickly flashed through Zhao Xi's mind, and the light in her eyes flickered. Did he come down to see if she was alright?

As her heart softened, Zhao Xi subconsciously touched her shoulder. Although it was not obvious, but she could still feel the wetness from the place Mo Ziran just touched.

When Lan Xin's manager saw Mo Ziran leaving, she immediately ran over to him and pulled him along as she asked out of concern, "What happened exactly? How did he suddenly injure his arm? You didn't properly tell President Mo? Did you contradict him? We all know that the President Mo has a bad temper, why must you go and provoke him? "

The broker pulled Lan Xin to the makeup table and sat down. Then, he got an assistant to bring over a medicine box to help her bandage her wound up, "Let's get some medicine done first, we'll go to the hospital to take a look later."

"No need, I just accidentally scratched myself." Lan Xin looked at Zhao Xi from the mirror, her eyes filled with dense hatred, "President Mo was very good to me, not him."

Zhao Xi rolled her eyes. Whatever she said was whatever.

"There's a golden-haired beauty in President Mo's office. I accidentally saw the both of them … "That's why I was so scared when I hit the wooden edge of the door."