Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

Song Qingchun withdrew his hand stopped in mid-air and stood there for two seconds. There was no irritation at all because of the man’s disregard and arrogance. He turned around and his face was still just perfect and impeccable. Friendly smile: "Mr. Yang, can we start the interview now?"

Yang Xing didn't pay any attention to Song Qingchun's words just now. He casually pressed the call bell, picked up the wine list on the table, leaned on the sofa, and looked up with Erlang's legs.

Song Qingchun has long been accustomed to the big shelves of some people in the entertainment circle, as if calm, nothing seems to happen, the models walked forward, walked to the sofa, and found a star that was not near or far from Yang Xingming. Sit down and take out the recording pen and questions to be interviewed.

Yang Xingming ordered a bottle of wine and a fruit plate.

After everything was completed, Song Qingchun asked for the third time: "Mr. Yang, can we start now?"

"Not in a hurry." Yang Mingxing picked up the conversation this time. He sat upright, picked up the wine on the table, poured some into the two glasses placed by the waiter, and then put one of them into Song Qingchun. In front of him, he picked up the remaining one, and raised it against Song Qingchun, saying, "Drink two glasses first and then talk."

In high school, Song Menghua and Song Cheng often told her that they should never drink alcohol with unfamiliar people, so Song Qingchun has been drinking for years, but only when depressed and attending some banquets.

She stared at the glass of wine that Yang Xingxing had placed in front of herself for two seconds, and a bright smile appeared on her face: "Sorry, Mr. Yang, I won't drink."

Yang Xing raised her eyebrows, not reluctantly, she raised her head, drank the glass of wine she held in her hand, and then poured herself a glass of wine, shaking it in her hand, staring at Song Qingchun sideways After looking at the little face for a moment, he said, "Go ahead?"

"Okay, Mr. Yang." Song Qingchun smiled a little, and extended her hand to open the recorder. As a result, she didn't press the key, and Yang Xing suddenly reached out and took the recorder from her hand. Song Qingchun raised his head in doubt, and Yang Mingxing turned his recording pen, took a sip of wine, and said, "I don't like recording, if you have any questions, just ask, record with a pen."

Press!

Song Qingchun scolded at the bottom of his heart, and at the same time smiled with a smile: "Okay, Mr. Yang."

With that, Song Qingchun bit her pen, lowered her head to the first question on the question card, and then said, "Mr. Yang, what do you think of your outstanding performance of the latest TV series? "

Yang Xingming tilted her head in a pretense manner and pondered for a while, then she answered Song Qingzheng's question very seriously.

With his words, Song Qingchun quickly took a pen to record in the book.

When the wine was half-drinked, the questions were almost the same. Song Qingchun bit the pen and looked at the last two questions. Then he first chose a relatively explosive question and asked: "Mr. Yang, we have just Having talked so many questions about your work, can I ask you a personal question next?"

Song Qingchun waited until Yang Xingming nodded, and then said, "Not long ago, someone said on the Internet that your good things are approaching. Is this true? Are you planning to get married this year?"