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Chapter 1 Sympathy? She least needs

  The cheerful piano rhythm drifts in the open-air garden. As a fixed meeting place for celebrities, the threshold of the top-floor garden is like it defies the height of other buildings. It is unattainable and must be personally invited by the behind-the-scenes boss to qualify.

  Many celebrities have been spending the whole year with their families, and they can barely come up and turn around, demonstrating the improvement of their status.

  I don't even dare to think that I can play as I like on the black and white keys of Steinway&Sons piano, or listen with my cheeks.

After    played, the boss behind the scenes Su Zhu took a seat leisurely, smiling softly and waiting for Nan Xi's comment.

  The quiet person Xing's eyes closed slightly, but he seemed to see the other's expectations and lacked interest and said: "It's the previous song again, nothing new, next time you don't play a new song, don't show your ugliness."

  Su Zhu was not seriously injured by the poisonous tongue, but happily promised with a full face: "Okay."

  Long and white fingers opened the menu, tapped on one of them, and asked: "Or the butternut squash as an appetizer?"

   "Okay." Nan Xi opened her eyes, appreciating that the other party had turned to the menu at her hand.

  Only after hearing the short melody sounded again, the phone ringing.

  Su Zhu dangled the name of the caller in front of Nan Xi's eyes, she nodded, picked it up, and turned on the hands-free.

The producer of "Silk Road" greeted him enthusiastically and went straight to the subject: "Xiao Su, we are usually close together, so they entrusted me to ask you something. Let's learn from the recent hot TV series and make a The protagonist interacts after-sales, right? If you agree, help Big Brother persuade Nan Xi by the way."

  After speaking confidently, the last sentence is self-evident.

  Su Zhu didn't reply immediately. Nan Xi, who was already frowning on the other side of the eye, replied in the next second: "I'm sorry, my schedule is quite full recently, and I'm afraid of forgetting the fixed mission."

   Produced "Oh oh" twice and proactively said goodbye.

  It's nothing more than two people taking a minute or two to do things on time. Even if they can't spare time, let the assistant do the same. Obviously the other party is not happy, there is no need to pick it up.

   "Thank you," Nan Xi re-handed the menu and smiled: "Close to your favorite."

  Su Zhu pretended to be gearing up, and bluntly replied: "Okay."

  Nan Xi still only tasted three bites of each dish, leaving the rest to Su Zhu, and Qing Jun's men enjoyed it.

  At the end of the meal, the manager quickly cleaned up the table and set up the specific tea for the two, leaving behind a quiet flower gallery and bursts of floral fragrance.

  "Xixi, did you know? In recent years, the crowd of social fears has increased significantly. People are reluctant to get along with their kind, but are infatuated with cats and dogs."

  An inexplicable question breaks the tranquility and pulls back the distant thoughts of the opposite person.

  Nan Xi shredded her ears and sent it back smoothly, pinched the fruit tea stirring rod, and turned it counterclockwise.

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