An hour later, Qiao Wan drove to Jiuheyuan.
Park the car and enter the elevator room of Building 6 smoothly.
Before knocking on the door, she dialed Song Jinnan's phone number again.
To her surprise, the call came through.
"Anchor Qiao." Song Jinnan's voice came with unknown meaning.
She endured the dry pain in her throat and said slowly: "Is Mr. Song in Jiuheyuan? I'm at the door."
At this time, the security door clicked and was unscrewed from the inside.
Qiao Wan raised her eyes and saw Song Jinnan standing at the entrance.
Song Jinnan wore a dark gray cashmere cardigan with good texture, a black shirt underneath, black trousers and slippers, showing a lazy look all over his body.
In Qiao Wan's impression, Song Jinnan always looked like a big shot in the workplace, wearing suits and ties, which was completely different from now.
"Mr. Song." She took the initiative to greet him again, and then walked into the room shamelessly.
There was an aromatherapy burner on the small table in the living room, and the faint scent of sandalwood wafted out from it, exactly the same as Song Jinnan's.
Song Jinnan stood there with his arms crossed, his fox eyes narrowed slightly, "Anchor Qiao couldn't be just passing by by such a coincidence."
"I'm not passing by, I came here specifically to deliver something to Mr. Song." She raised the paper bag in her hand, "Today I was dispensing medicine in the hospital, and I specially asked for some Chinese herbal tablets that moisturize the lungs. Mr. Song smokes too much, so I can usually use them to make drinks. Drink water.”
In fact, this was prepared by a traditional Chinese medicine store opposite Jiuheyuan before I came here.
In order to make Song Jinnan believe that she asked the hospital to prepare it, she even tore off the logo on it.
As smart as Song Jinnan, he must have known that she was here to show her courtesy, but she still wanted to hide her utilitarianism a little.
Song Jinnan took the paper bag in her hand, took out a small sealed bag of traditional Chinese medicine drinks, and smiled, "Anchor Qiao, thank you for your trouble."
Qiao Wan heard the harsh words and laughed in agreement, "Smoking ruins your throat and is not good for your lungs. In the future, smoke less if you can."
"If I hadn't forced Anchor Qiao to sing so many songs, Anchor Qiao wouldn't have gone to the hospital." Song Jinnan let go of his hands, and the bag of tablets fell into the paper bag, "It's really interesting that he was scolding me in his heart, but he came to please me again. .”
Qiao Wan didn't expect that he would reveal it to her face, so she said in a low voice, "Because I have something to ask for."
"The more you write your desires on your face, the more obvious they are." Song Jinnan adjusted his stance and looked at her with a meaningful look.
She looked slightly stagnant and avoided the topic of Song Jinnan, "Director Zhao said that the interview recorded for Mr. Song will probably not be broadcast."
"It doesn't matter. The Song family's reputation in the business world does not depend on this." Song Jinnan took out a cigarette from his pocket and tapped it gently on the entrance.
She cleared her throat vigorously and begged, "This is my first personal interview on a TV station. The samples have been cut. It would be a pity if I was cut off in half. I don't know when I will have such an opportunity again in the future." It’s been a month, please help me, Mr. Song.”
Her face turned red when she said these words.
Because in her twenty-three years of life, this was the first time she had begged for help in such a lowly manner.
When she was a child, her father rose rapidly within the system and his family was well off. He Jiezhen also loved her very much. She was just a little princess who was held in the palm of her parents' hands and didn't know the sufferings of the world.
After her father passed away, she grew up with her aunt. Her aunt and uncle had no children, so they loved her as their own daughter.
She is very talented in academics. With her outstanding professional ability and her third place in liberal arts in Jiangcheng City, she was successfully admitted to Beijing Media Broadcasting and Hosting Major.
At that time, she was very excited.
It wasn't until she returned to Jiangcheng a year ago that she completely regained her former sharpness and pride.
As long as the pressure from the Taiwan leader and the crowding out among her colleagues were not too excessive, she would probably not take it to heart.
When she met Song Jing a month ago, before she showed enough enthusiasm, Song Jing stuck to her like a dog-skin plaster.
When she met Song Jinnan for the first time, she realized that this man was completely different from Song Jing.
As the real person in charge of the Song family, Song Jinnan deserves her to lower her profile to please her.
In order to keep Song Jinnan's attention, she put her dignity into dust every time they met.
Song Jinnan snorted noncommittally, "How can I help?"
"Now all the resistance comes from the original host Ye Sheng. Mr. Song only needs to say hello to Director Liu. I guess Anchor Ye will not hold on to this matter anymore." She said while looking at Song Jinnan's face. expression.
In fact, this was just a gimmick for her to please Song Jinnan.
Last night at night, Song Jinnan was full of hostility towards her.
She sent a text message to Song Jinnan in the afternoon and has not yet received a reply. She felt more and more that Song Jinnan was deviating from the track she had set.
This is not what she wants!
Song Jinnan walked towards the floor-to-ceiling window at the south end of the living room and closed the curtains, "Anchor Qiao thinks you can control me with just a few sexual encounters?"
Qiao Wan's heart palpitated after hearing this.
"In adult love, both men and women get what they need, and no one owes the other." Song Jinnan glanced at her and smiled coldly, "A woman who is too utilitarian is not cute at all."
She was quite calm and explained calmly: "I think it is better to be honest and honest with Mr. Song by playing the emotional card."
Song Jinnan looked at her again, shrewdness and calmness shining in his eyes.
In the past two years, as his status in the Song family has risen, some women with ulterior motives have appeared around him.
She obviously values his power and money, but she still wants to use the emotional card as a reason why she likes him and must have him.
As a result, he also developed the ability to walk among hundreds of flowers without letting any leaves touch him.
When women with various thoughts approach him, he not only refuses to accept them, spends generously, but he can also talk about love in a very beautiful way.
As time passed, he still remained sober, but the woman he was dealing with had lost her original intention and her ambitions were growing day by day.
He was so troubled these days that he came up with the idea of finding a woman to act as a shield.
This is the first woman like Qiao Wan who directly expresses her feelings.
But thinking about Qiao Wan's relationship with Song Jing, he immediately gave up the idea.
It's okay to do anything in private, but it's inappropriate to bring it to the public.
Seeing that he didn't respond, Qiao Wan sighed timidly, "Song Jing came out of the detention center and said she would not let me go. I only showed my kindness to Mr. Song so that my future work and life can go smoothly."
"Anchor Qiao doesn't think I will fall out with Song Jing because of you, right?" Song Jinnan suddenly laughed, with obvious ridicule in his voice.
Qiao Wan didn't expect that Song Jinnan was still not on the road at this time, so she could only continue to pretend to be weak and pitiful, "Help me, Mr. Song."
Song Jinnan strode past Qiao Wan and opened the door, "These days, even Bodhisattvas have to practice self-transcendence, let alone all living beings."
The words of being untainted by the secular world seem to be detached, and the refusal is very tactful, but the eviction order is also very straightforward.
No matter how thick-skinned Qiao Wan was, she couldn't stand still. Before leaving, she smiled at Song Jinnan and said, "I'll leave first and won't disturb Mr. Song."
Song Jinnan didn't even raise his eyelids.
The crisp sound of high heels faded away. Song Jinnan finished smoking a cigarette and dialed the number of his assistant Ji Tian to explain.
Less than five minutes later, Ji Tian's call came back, "Mr. Song, Director Liu said that someone above has already said hello. Anchor Qiao's interview with you will be broadcast on time at 8 o'clock tonight."
"Who said hello?" Song Jinnan was very curious.
Ji Tian said without thinking, "Zhou Ting'an. The deputy director of the Bureau of Culture and Broadcasting who will take office next week."
Song Jinnan said "Oh" playfully.
Before Ji Tian finished speaking, Song Jinnan ended the call and closed the door.
