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"Alright, we have to go."

Hai Yan looked at her masterpiece with satisfaction. It would be even more perfect if someone helped her put on more makeup later on.

"Now?"

Lu Qingzhou looked at the wall clock in shock. It was only four in the afternoon, was there a need to be so anxious?

"Of course, we can only get to know more people if we go early. Do you think everyone else is waiting for you to see them? "

Hai Yan dragged Lu Qingzhou and left. There was a red BMW at the entrance that was very eye-catching. Without saying anything further, Hai Yan opened the door and stuffed Lu Qingzhou inside.

"Your car?"

Lu Qingzhou still could not catch her breath.

"Of course. Do you think I'm going to let you go to dinner in that laughing Beetle?"

Hai Yan took out a cigarette and put it in her mouth. Her foot continued to press on the gas pedal, and the car quickly sped away.

International Airport Starfield Hotel.

Feng Ziyan sat on the sofa, staring at the news on the TV. The pocket-sized photocopier in the room was still scrubbing out papers, while the assistant was busy organizing the copied documents. With two hours to go before the plane took off, she was in the habit of taking a break at a hotel near the airport, and he needed time to think about the trip and some of the unfinished work.

Feng Ziyan held the control panel in her hand and switched channels every few seconds, repeating this process more than a dozen times. The sound of the copier stopped, and the assistant finished packing all the papers and left the room.

"What are Director Song's plans for tonight?"

The assistant was confused by Feng Ziyan's question.

"Let me ask you about Director Song's arrangements for today."

"Oh. It seems like he's invited some of the main actors and investors in the crew to the Longquan Hotel for dinner tonight. "

The assistant was suddenly enlightened. As Feng Ziyan's assistant for more than three years, this was the first time she heard him ask about something that had no beginning or end. Fortunately, he had added all of the important people in the company to his WeChat. If he had nothing else to do, he would check them out, so he knew what they were up to like the back of his hand.

"What time?"

"Six."

"Cancel today's trip."

"Now?"

The assistant's eyes widened, but there was less than an hour left before the plane took off. On the other side, "My Favorite Time of the God of Men" was still waiting for him to shoot the last shot before it died.

"Yes, now. Call Director Guo and ask him to take a picture of me some other time. "

The assistant was stunned for a second, then immediately replied, "Yes," before immediately dialing Director Guo's number. On the other end of the phone, Director Guo only replied respectfully, like a grandson.

Feng Ziyan got up and took the car keys, and the assistant quickly packed up her things before following her out. The assistant got into the car. For the first time, Feng Ziyan, who always had a plan in mind, made him feel a little confused.

"Boss Feng, are you going to the Dragon Spring Hotel?"

He asked about Director Song and assumed that they were going to the Dragon Spring Hotel.

"Who said we were going to the Dragon Spring Hotel?"

Feng Ziyan's face was as cold as ice, and the fading light outside the car made it hard to see his expression. The assistant stole a glance at her in the rearview mirror. After a while, he said, "Go back to the company."

The assistant was dumbfounded. Would anyone return to the company at this time?

Lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the evening sky as bright as day. A few bean-sized drops of rain fell from the window, and the sky became darker and darker.

Once they were past the intersection, Feng Ziyan's hand lightly bounced on her thigh. The assistant stared straight ahead, and after a while, heavy rain began to fall. The windshield wipers were at their fastest speed, the car was so quiet that only the sound of rain could be heard. The tight line of her lips in the rearview mirror made the assistant's hands sweat a little as she held the steering wheel. Usually, when her face was tense, it showed that she was extremely upset.

The projection media was about to arrive. Feng Ziyan suddenly said, "Turn around, let's go to the Longquan Inn."

The assistant slammed on the brakes and turned the steering wheel. The car skidded slightly in the rain, and he saw that Feng Ziyan's body was leaning slightly to one side. The assistant's heart almost jumped out of her mouth. Fortunately, Feng Ziyan only frowned and did not have much of a reaction.

The Dragon Spring Hotel was in the opposite direction from the Shadowseal Media. If Feng Ziyan had crossed the bridge and left for Dragon Spring, she would have arrived long ago. The assistant drove for nearly half an hour before arriving. Feng Ziyan got off the car and looked at the assistant with a dark expression.