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"Here you go." Xu Ningzhou took out the car keys and cell phone from his pocket. His long legs hooked around a chair and sat down beside her. He then lifted Song Qinghuan's twisted left leg and placed it on his bent knee.

"Little Dingdang did not, I gave you the Prince's Treasure Chest." The man raised his head, deliberately lowered his voice to sound deep and sexy. His smile was lovable and warm.

After doing all of this, Xu Ningzhou pulled a piece of wet paper from the dressing table and first wiped off Song Qinghuan's sprained ankle. Then, he sprayed some spray on it and began to rub Song Qinghuan's ankle with his palm.

Song Qinghuan's face turned red. She was so anxious that even her words sounded somewhat unfavorable, "You, don't be like this. My leg is really fine now."

Xu Ningzhou's hand was like a pair of large pincers, grabbing onto Song Qinghuan's ankle to stop her from struggling. He rubbed his injured ankle and smiled: "Little Fairy, you can continue taking off your makeup, otherwise, when we return to the city we won't be eating supper but rather supper."

"How am I supposed to unload it like this?" Song Qinghuan wanted nothing more than to put the cotton pad on Xu Ningzhou's face.

This person, how could he be like this!

In her previous life, Song Qinghuan had never been in a relationship before. In her memory, when she held hands with a man, even the closest act was to lie on his back. However, the other party was just a child.

Other than the memories of when she was young, she had never had any intimate contact with a man. Song Qinghuan's entire face was as red as a cooked prawn.

Her long, curling eyelashes trembled uneasily. Compared to the calmness he had seen countless times before, this was simply a reversal. This was the face of an eighteen year old girl. Xu Ningzhou's mood improved, and she massaged even more vigorously.

"Be gentle." Song Qinghuan was in pain from his hand rubbing and the heat on her face finally subsided. She anxiously used her foot to kick his palm and after struggling free, she hurriedly withdrew her foot and said: "Alright, go outside and wait for me. I'll come out after I change my clothes."

"Alright." Xu Ningzhou stood up. The next moment, Song Qinghuan stuffed a handful of wet paper into his hands. The wet paper was crumpled into a ball. It could be seen that in a second, he had experienced someone's violent treatment.

Xu Ningzhou was like a cat stealing food. With a smile on his face, he leisurely walked out of the dressing room. He even affectionately closed the door, leaning against it with his arms crossed.

The E District was a science fiction area, while this side was the newly built area. The entire Science and Technology Museum was as big as two basketball courts, and its style was both luxurious and modern. Not only that, but when there wasn't a film crew around, there would also be some science and technology exhibitions in there.

"Big sister Niu, when are we going back to find big brother?"

Xu Ningan was only eight years old this year, and the little shota's appearance was somewhat similar to Xu Ningzhou's. In his hand was a bunch of strawberry candied fruits sold in B District's streets.

"Wait a minute, I'll make a phone call and ask first. I don't want us to be like electric bulbs again." Shen Yi Nian pulled Xu Ning An's little friend along as they walked towards the platform of the viewing bus at the movie and television base. At the same time, she called her big cousin, the Great Devil King.

Leaning on the door, Xu Ningzhou was currently on the phone with Huanyu's PR manager. If it was any other time, suppressing Song Qinghuan's report would be a matter that Xu Ningzhou could settle with just a phone call.

But this time was different, this movie was invested by Song Qinghuan, since she invested, then Xu Ningzhou must maximize the benefits. Perhaps Song Qinghuan initially had a playful attitude, but as a businessman, Xu Ningzhou wanted to scheme for her the best benefits.

The film must have a certain degree of exposure before it is released.

Xu Ningzhou couldn't help but exclaim at Song Qinghuan's good luck. She really was someone who dozed off and was sent a pillow down by God.

This time, Song Qinghuan only stayed in the movie base for around 40 hours. In the end, she was filmed by the media.

Perhaps it was just a piece of news in the beginning, but with Xu Ningzhou secretly controlling it, Song Qinghuan and the entire film crew of Reverse Life were exposed to the crowd.

This was the first time Xu Ningzhou had done it herself. The PR team had already experienced it, how to treat an artiste like Song Qinghuan who wasn't an artiste from their family?

Although Song Qinghuan hadn't signed any agency yet, she, who was half-way into the entertainment industry, could already be called an artist.

With the protection of their Crown Prince, the public relations manager could already see Song Qinghuan's vast journey.

A phone call came in. Xu Ningzhou glanced over and discovered it was Shen Yi. He then spoke a few more words to the PR manager before hanging up.

When the call connected, Shen Yixin's low voice came from inside, "Colonel, calling Colonel Xu, how's the progress over there?" Can we return to the team now? "

Xu Ningzhou pressed his throbbing temples. "Previously, it was a court play, but so quickly, you even ended up in a Chinese play. Little Sister, your story seems to have gone a little too far."

Shen Yi Nian sneered, "From your tone, I can tell that you've been chased out."

Xu Ningzhou immediately stood up straight and looked around cautiously. After confirming that he did not see Shen Yixin's figure, he said in a very calm tone, "Agent Shen, bring the little prince back to the team."

Shen Yi Nian immediately hung up the phone. She pulled Xu Ning's hand and said, "Let's go. I'll bring you to see that beautiful big sister."

"Damned girl!" He once again picked up his phone, and his slender fingers quickly swept across the screen. The ID of his' family 'and those netizens who coveted his little fairy got into a feud with each other, regardless of gender!

In front of the makeup mirror, Song Qinghuan had already changed into her own clothes. She had also finished removing her makeup and cleaned up.

But at this moment, the person in the mirror's gaze stopped at the bouquet of pink roses.

Every single pink rose was the size of a baby's fist, with plump petals and droplets of water.

One, two, three, four... Eleven pink roses.

Meanwhile, the screen on Song Qinghuan's phone was lit up, displaying the words of the 11 pink roses.

Eleven pink roses: I love you with all my heart, as long as you are my princess.

Song Qinghuan bit her lip. Her sprained ankle was clearly fine, but why did she feel so numb and powerless? Not only that, but the place where Xu Ning's boat had touched seemed to have been touched by a spark.

Not only was the fire a little strong, but it also seemed to pierce through her heart. Song Qinghuan closed her eyes and shook her head, telling herself not to overthink it.

You must be sick to think too much, girl.

Once again, she raised her head. Song Qinghuan who was in the mirror had already sobered up. She picked up the bouquet of flowers and calmly walked towards the door.