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On this side of the Rose Garden, the elite group of people led by the current head of the Xu Ningzhou and Rhine Family, Rafael Rhine, had already stopped in their tracks.

As a luxury goods giant, the IM was owned by the Rhine Family. Song Qinghuan made her first shot at advertising, not in China. Although he was in a business partnership with her, Xu Ningzhou was still worried about Song Qinghuan.

Therefore, this time, Xu Ningzhou also flew over in the name of the market, and by visiting the Rhine Family's castle, he arrived just in time for the filming crew's last day.

Seeing that he had stopped and was also attracted by the venue, the chief diplomat of IM headquarters smiled as he explained to Xu Ningzhou that this was an advertisement for the company's spring products.

"As far as I know, the IM Speaker has only ever used Western faces," Xu Ningzhou's expression was indolent and his tone was leisurely. He pointed his chin in Song Qinghuan's direction and spoke in French, "If I'm not wrong, this spokesperson is our Eastern face."

The cultured man behind Xu Ningzhou pushed his glasses against his nose. Yan Yi silently cursed in his heart. Boss, quickly put away your flaunting tail. If I didn't know this was your little princess, I would have been fooled by your superb acting skills.

The deep facial features of the Caucasian man's gaze fell on Gerrin. His gaze was gentle and his voice was deep. "Gerrin decided."

Xu Ningzhou seriously praised his own little fairy, saying, "Gerrin's insight is great. This eastern elf will achieve better results for opening up the domestic market for IM."

Raphael's gaze shifted from his lover to Xu Ningzhou. His gaze was somewhat surprised. He and Xu Ningzhou could be considered as partners, and their personal relationship was not bad either. He could also be considered to have some understanding of Xu Ningzhou. "How rare."

Xu Ningzhou naturally understood Raphael's strange expression. He was saying that there would be a day when Raphael exaggerated other people. Therefore, as the chief of the group, Xu Ningzhou laughed, "A very intelligent girl, worthy of praise."

"Indeed." His wife had already treated him as a muse of inspiration. If Raphael rejected him, it would be denying his lover's sight. Thus, after a slight hesitation, the gentleman nodded in agreement.

Boss Xu, who was in the midst of cheering, was immediately satisfied.

When the last shot of Song Qinghuan finished, she smiled and thanked everyone. She took the wet towel that Qiu Meng passed to her and sat on a stool to wipe her feet. She looked towards the arch entrance of the Rose Garden with suspicion.

There was no one there.

Song Qinghuan slightly frowned as she muttered: "Could it be an illusion?"

In the car back to the hotel, Song Qinghuan's ears twitched as she was resting with her eyes closed. Next to her, the sound of a lock screen being unlocked could be heard.

With her eyes half open, she glanced at the people around her. Qiu Meng was in a daze, unlocking her phone with his finger. She then turned the lock screen over and over again. It was clear that he was absent-minded.

"Waiting for a call?" Song Qinghuan turned her head to look at the young man beside her. Her melodious voice carried a hint of laziness and comfort as she smiled. Her long and narrow peach blossom eyes lazily squinted, "If you're worried, then you should take the initiative and hit me. Why are you so conflicted?"

Qiu Meng stopped playing with his phone. He smiled, then rubbed his forehead tiredly and said, "There's nothing to worry about. All I can do is to be merciful."

This was also the reason why Qiu Meng followed Song Qinghuan abroad as fast as he could. He was afraid that he would not be able to control himself while he remained in the country, and he did not want to see that disgusting face of Qing Yi.

Before boarding the plane, he had already completely blackened the time, everything about the time, everything in the house where they lived together. He threw his enthusiasm into his work, but when he stopped to rest, no one knew that he didn't seem to mind.

This process might take a long time, but Qiu Meng didn't regret what he had done.

"Want to make a record?" Song Qinghuan said, "If you want to write a song, I can introduce you to a friend."

Qiu Meng looked at his palm and shook his head. A fierce fighting spirit flashed in his eyes. The moment he clenched his fist, he steeled his heart and looked at Song Qinghuan with a resolute tone. "No need."

Song Qinghuan's lips curled up as she took the initiative to extend her hand towards Qiu Meng: "Then, in the future, please advise me too much. Manager, I will not let you make a mistake a second time."

The path of being a manager may have been wrong in the beginning, but this time, Qiu Meng placed all his bets on Song Qinghuan. He knew that this young girl was not simple.

As long as the beginning of the year, IM spring press conference, new products on the market, this girl called Song Qinghuan will start another wave of enthusiasm.

What Qiu Meng didn't know, however, was that she didn't have to wait until the beginning of the year. This winter, she would become the new favorite of the entertainment industry's new queen.

Song Qinghuan leaned against the seat and pressed the hood over her head to cover her beautiful eyes. The scenery outside the car window quickly retreated as she closed her eyes to rest.

Three hours later, he returned to his hotel. Song Qinghuan was leaning sleepily against the elevator. Qiu Meng and the IM official still had matters to discuss with each other in the lobby of the first floor.

The elevator stopped on the 32nd floor, and the doors opened. Song Qinghuan lowered her hat as she leisurely walked out of the elevator. The hotel's corridor was covered in a thick carpet, and Song Qinghuan, who had stepped on it softly, almost fell down.

These days, Song Qinghuan had left early and returned late. She felt that she was even more tired from making advertisements than she was from the movies. For this reason, she could not help but sigh.

However, just as she was shaking her shoulders in pain, out of the corner of her eyes, she saw a tall and straight figure standing in front of her room. Xu Ningzhou's perfect facial features were extremely deceptive.

The custom-made, high-class private suit wrapped around his well-refined body, pulling every line perfectly. But when the corner of his mouth slightly curled up and a smile gradually appeared in his eyes, it was like melting ice and the sun had just risen.

If it was said that she could control her heart before, then at this moment, the person that should have been far away on the other side of the Atlantic appeared in front of her.

Seeing her standing there in a daze, Xu Ningzhou walked forward a few steps, leaned forward, and approached her with his aura. Being enchanted by her rarely seen blank expression, he couldn't help but lightly laugh: "Aren't you surprised? Are you surprised? "