Chapter 47 Enter the house and knock on the door

As an artist, I naturally want to go high. Now there is a best springboard that can make me fly to the sky! Who can resist this kind of **?

Pan Hongsheng still didn't see him off. He sat alone in the spacious office, with the faint smell left by the yellow warbler on his shirt.

The moment the other party's body jumped into his arms, he felt as if he had owned the whole world.

I haven't had this feeling for a long time. What does it feel like? It's hard to describe.

**?

He never thought that he would rub sparks with this kind of girl. What he didn't expect was that this kind of girl would also have tears.

The bell of the office building rings, which is the off-duty bell. With the bell, the whole building was jubilant and neatly packed up and left.

With his hands on the table, Pan Hongsheng's whole body was submerged in the dark.

I don't know why he was a little sad.

This crazy girl left a deep mark on him.

This kind of imprint is not on the surface, but in the heart.

Time passed in the dark, minute by minute in silence, without a trace. I don't know how long it took, Pan Hongsheng finally stood up in his spacious seat.

But at this moment, the door was knocked open fiercely.

The yellow warbler gasped for breath, and the sweat had completely soaked the white T-shirt.

The outline of the milky white underwear inside is obvious, but at this time these things are no longer eye-catching. Her hair has turned into strands, because the sweat is tightly attached to her face.

"I'm not leaving!"

Huang Ying's words were almost roaring, which made Pan Hongsheng's eyes covered with a layer of light fog.

"We have signed the contract, and I will keep my promise!" Huang Ying dropped her contract on the table: "You can't tear up the contract unilaterally! Otherwise, I will sue you to death even if I try my best!"

Pan Hongsheng didn't say anything, and put one hand around the other's shoulder.

"Follow you, I will get ahead one day! Why do you rely on those foreign devils?" Huang Ying smiled cunningly in his arms, and his black eyes flashed with the galaxy.

Pan Hongsheng didn't expect that he would suddenly be unable to control himself like this. He smiled and deliberately asked, "Don't you like foreign devils to be boyfriends the most?"

"Let them die." Huang Ying blushed for the first time, and her voice was so low that she could hardly hear it: "From today on, I began to support domestic production."

Pan Hongsheng heard this sentence and felt that the small universe immediately exploded.

A snow-white foot in high-heeled shoes closed the door, and it became a closed world.

Huang Ying's persistence has made the artists of Thunder Superstar once again become the focus of media attention, but this time it is the world's media.

"Huang Ying, a female artist under Pan Hongsheng, declined Spielberg's invitation and became the only rejecter in history, perhaps the only one in the future." - The Times.

"Someone rejected Spielberg! This woman's name is Huang Ying, because she is an artist of a thunder superstar!" - Deutsche News.

"Our Spear was rejected! Why on earth did this woman reject us? Is it because of the charm of the thunder superstar, or because of the charm of the male boss? - Entertainment Wujibao. ( Domestic)

Of course, the first few newspapers are not seen in China, and only those seen by Chinese people are similar to the latter.

Although Pan Hongsheng almost put the blade on the necks of these paparazzi, he could not stop the other party from moving forward bravely.

After reading this newspaper, Wang Xiaoling asked his sister at his dinner table, "Didn't you say you would watch the red rise for me? What's going on?"

"This... hey! All I can say is that I can't prevent it!" Wang Xiaoxian shook her head helply: "It can only be said that the struggle situation is too harsh! The enemy is too cunning! I never dreamed that this woman would be with Pan Hongsheng... Good; at the beginning, Pan Hongsheng was extremely disgusted with him..."

"Sister, if you want to be like this, I'm really restless," Wang Xiaoling thought about it at this time: "But I'm not worried at all, because Hongsheng will never have true feelings for an artist."

Wang Runhai, who was eating at his deskmate, also echoed: "That's right! How can a prosperous young man like Hongsheng have true feelings for such a woman? It's just a scene! Men... This kind of thing is normal."

"Dad! You're helping them talk!" Wang Xiaoxian looked at it angrily: "Why can't you distinguish your class position? Now the most important thing for us is Xiaoling's status! I think it's up to you to come forward and let him and Xiao Ling get engaged!"

"This..." Wang Runhai was a little guilty, because he knew that this request seemed abrupt. In case the other party didn't want to refuse, where would his old face go?

"You can't open your mouth, can you? By the way, you owe others a favor, then I..." Wang Xiaoxian choked in the middle of her words.

Isn't she herself?

If it hadn't been for Pan Hongsheng's rescue of her from the Japanese, she would have been tortured in all kinds of ways.

"Let's take a break. As I said, Hongsheng and this kind of woman will not last long. In other words, this kind of woman will not stick to Hongsheng as a man. Wang Xiaoling calmly picked up the red wine and drank it all.

But things are going in the opposite direction. After the former private life was rotten, Huang Ying and Pan Hongsheng stayed overnight, they quickly cut off contact with those boyfriends.

American, African, halal, when Huang Ying finished the phone call announcing the breakup, there were lovelorn men in all corners of the world.

"Now I only belong to you!" She looks much smaller in Pan Hongsheng's shirt.

The huge waves are hidden, and the outline is looming, but it looks more sexy.

The slender calves are very playful, bending on the desk, wantonly teasing Pan Hongsheng's most fragile nerve.

A snow-white cigarette butt was inserted in the two sexy lips, and white smoke strands came out. Qian Zhongshu, a literary master, once said that women who smoke are the sexiest. Pan Hongsheng only understood why he said so at this time.

The elegant smoking movement is a little bit of women's sexiness. Zhao Qing used to smoke in front of him, but it is not the same as the taste of Huang Ying at all.

"Boss, this project...ah!" The little secretary with black-rimmed glasses habitually broke in without knocking on the door, but saw this shocking scene.

"Well, come back in later." Pan Hongsheng seemed to have learned to be calm from Huang Ying. He criticized the suit on his bare arm without changing his face: "Knock on the door first when you enter the house in the future."

"Oh..."

The little secretary turned his eyes straight and walked out in a daze.