Xia Fei pursed her lips and smiled.

Zhang Weiming raised his wrist to look at the time and interrupted, "now that they are all here, let's go. The president asked you to go to the reception room first. Please follow me."

Then they followed Zhang Wei to the reception room of the Ming Dynasty.

Ghosts and ghosts are still surprised. Xia Fei seems not simple.

In the elevator, Zhang Weiming thumbed up to Xia Fei, "congratulations."

"Will fame come? If he wants to shoot my book, he has to talk to me himself! " Xia Fei said with a little pride.

The ghost and the assistant were very surprised. She took a proud attitude.

Is it everyone's dream to cooperate with Sheng? Why is she just the opposite?

"He is not responsible for this matter. I have full authority over it." Zhang Weiming regretfully told her the truth.

Xia Fei's eyebrows tightened. She snorted coldly, "kill him!"

"What?"

Xia Fei's eyes closed and her lips raised a strange smile.

"...." Zhang Weiming asked no more questions. Of course, he didn't know that fame was the prototype of men.

I heard ghosts all over my head.

At this time, in the president's office, the reputation sits in the office chair, and the desktop computer is turned on,

He input Su Xiaoxiao in Baidu search column, but he didn't pop up what he wanted after returning the car.

As if this woman does not exist.

His eyes were dim. He opened the web page and found the novel written by Xia Fei. It was very popular. He had a good reputation. He read the profile roughly, and then browsed the comment area.

[how did you lose your memory? I love lengchen so much that I forgot the hostess!!!]

[does the author want to be so cruel? Why do men sleep with women because of amnesia? Won't you fall in love with her and get married?? What about the hostess?]

[does lengchen have a prototype?]

Finally, the number of replies to this comment reached more than 1000. Then, click the mouse to see that the following replies are all like this——

"It's so cold. How can I see the shadow of fame in lengchen?"

"It's president Sheng! All kinds of high cold!! It's so similar! "

"A promotional film or something, isn't the scene very similar? The author is familiar with high reputation. "

"Is that the reputation of writing?"

"Let's just call it a high reputation. What's the name of lengchen?"

"Author, are you sure it's not a biography or record? Even the proposal scene is so suitable! The lantern show! "

"I hope Leng Chen remembers Yan quickly and hopes they will be happy together. Don't ignore that woman's scheming! "

Reputation frowned and wrote about himself?

Closing the comment area, he began to read the novel at a glance.

He carefully pondered some of the plots inside and wanted to recall them carefully, but his mind was always blank.

About ten minutes later, he frowned, took out his mobile phone and dialed a string of numbers

In the reception room of a building of Sheng group.

Zhang Weiming is communicating with Xia Fei ghost about the specific matters of shooting. There are several cups of Earl tea and several agreements on the tea table.

The phone rings, "wait a minute." He quickly picked up his cell phone and slid over the listening button. "Hello, president."

"The author is Xia Fei. Which Xia Fei?" The voice of fame and coolness came.

Zhang Weiming looked at the woman sitting opposite, "that's Xia Fei you know."

Xia Fei suddenly raised her eyes and looked at Zhang Weiming. There was no superfluous expression on her face.

"Let her up." This is what Shengyu said, and then Zhang Weiming heard a busy beep.

Ghosts and ghosts are stunned. It turns out that Xia Fei and Sheng always know each other??

Put down his cell phone, Zhang Weiming thought and said to Xia Fei, "the president asked you to go up."

"Doesn't he hate women?" Xia Fei took a cup of tea and took a sip of tea calmly. She said disapprovingly, "does a person he hates come as soon as he blows?"