Although she knew the fact that Jiang Beihan liked men early on, and knew that there was no possibility between her and Jiang Beihan, but she just couldn't control herself...
Thinking about it, Song Wenxin sighed, reached out and rubbed his aching head.
It was the first time for her to fall in love with a man in such a big age, but she never expected it to be like this.
...
At this time, Song Wenxin's mobile phone, which was left in the drawer of the bedside table, suddenly rang.
She got up from the sofa, walked to the bedside table, opened the drawer, and took out the phone from inside.
At first glance, a string of unfamiliar phone numbers was displayed on the screen.
Song Wen was puzzled for a moment, then answered the phone.
"Hello?"
"I'm Qiao Zezhi."
On the phone, Qiao Zezhi's voice came out, and Song Wen was startled...
Qiao Zezhi called her
"What's the matter with you?" She came back to her senses and asked him quickly.
Qiao Zezhi would take the initiative to call her, there must be nothing good.
"It's nothing, it's just about the movie costumes. I heard that you have already designed them?" On the other end of the phone, Qiao Zezhi's tone seemed very lazy.
"Yes, the clothes are already being made, and they will definitely be ready before the filming starts!" Song Wen replied heartily.
"You won't let me see the final design, what if I'm not satisfied?" Qiao Zezhi asked.
"Send me your email address, and I'll send it to you later!" Song Wenxin was in a bad mood and didn't intend to continue chatting with him.
"No, I want to talk to you face to face!" Qiao Zezhi rejected Song Wenxin's request.
"..." She felt that sending emails directly seemed more convenient, and it saved time and effort!
"I'll finish filming at five o'clock in the afternoon, and I'll send you the address at that time, and you can come to see me with the design." Qiao Zezhi continued.
Song Wenxin opened her mouth and was about to say something, but was interrupted by Qiao Zezhi.
"That's it, I'll wait for you~" After finishing speaking, the phone was hung up like this.
Song Wenxin petrified while holding the phone...
Can he listen to other people's opinions
Although she is not very happy to go, but since she is not busy now, Song Wenxin has no choice but to make a trip!
...
At four o'clock in the afternoon, Song Wenxin's cell phone received a text message.
It was the address of a restaurant sent by Qiao Zezhi.
Song Wenxin understood after reading the address, tidied up her things, and went out with a shoulder bag on her back.
Originally, she planned to take a taxi, but as soon as she walked out of the villa, a bodyguard stopped her and called the driver for her.
Song Wenxin didn't refuse either. It's inconvenient to take a taxi here, so it would be more convenient for Jiang Beihan's driver to return.
...
Because it was the rush hour, Song Wenxin was unfortunately stuck in the road, and the traffic lasted for half an hour.
Song Wenxin sat in the car and looked out the window. There were a lot of cars outside, and they were blocked.
She glanced at her phone, it was exactly five o'clock in the afternoon.
She's going to be late soon...
At this moment, her cell phone rang again, it was Qiao Zezhi's number.
As soon as Song Wenxin connected to the phone, a big star complained from inside.
"Where are you?"
"There's a traffic jam on the road, it might be a little late." Song Wenxin glanced out the window, and then said helplessly.
"You mean to ask me to wait for you? My time is very precious. Do you know how much I charge for attending the event for ten minutes?" Qiao Zezhi said dissatisfied.