C6 (1/2)

Xia Ying opened the car door and sat down, she put her hand bag into the front passenger seat and quietly watched the street outside. There was no one there and no sound could be heard. Even the lights were dim.

She suddenly felt tired. Recently, she had always been thinking about how long this kind of life would continue for. Perhaps, the current her wanting to live a peaceful life was a kind of extravagant dream.

It's only 22, why do I feel like I'm getting old? She reached out and squeezed herself, trying to clear her head.

On the way, he received a call from the Director. He was slightly displeased at her being late, but he did not dare to urge her on. The flattering tone made Xia Ying feel even more unspeakable unhappiness.

It was not easy to get to their current position in the company. Only he knew the hardships they had to pay. There was no need to guess how these people felt.

When they arrived at the hotel, there was a call for her. She was led into the private room. She had never stepped into the movie industry, so most of the people in the private room were unfamiliar faces. Xia Ying sat down on the nearest empty seat in front of him. Not a word.

The entire table was looking at this beauty. She was truly bewitchingly beautiful, untouchable.

Seeing her come over, Manager Zhao felt the burden in his heart ease up. Before Zhao Feiyang even opened his mouth to introduce the director and creator of the hall, there was already someone holding a wine cup in their hands and walking in front of Xia Ying. A man in his forties, with a beer belly, and a face full of laughter, was really disgusting.

”Aiyo, this is Xia Ying, I have heard a lot about him. He is a model with an extraordinary temperament, I wonder if you can give me a glass of wine?” As he spoke, he had already passed her the wine cup. Xia Ying was not moved.

The smile on Liang Zhongqiu's face stiffened, and he felt slightly embarrassed. He had long heard that Xia Ying had a proud and aloof personality, and seeing him did make things a little different.

Seeing that Xia Ying was not giving him any face, Zhao Feiyang walked up to him and said, ”Xia Ying, this is the production of Back Arrow, the gold medal producer.” He picked up the wine cup and downed it in one gulp. ”She's been rather busy recently, having just returned from the hospital. For the sake of being able to take part in Director Liang's scenes, she rushed the job again and again. Please forgive her.”

Xia Ying did not say a word the entire time. Beside him, Executive Director Meng Kang waved his hand to signal for Liang Zhongqiu to sit back down. He turned his body and faced Xia Ying, ”Someone says that you have to do this character, and I'm still confused, now that I'm with you, I feel that the person who recommended you isn't bad. The Miss Xia really suits this character well. ” The people around the table echoed his sentiments.

”Thank you, Director.” Xia Ying's face remained expressionless. He was not interested in this kind of banquet in the first place, but since he had decided to take part in it, he would naturally continue to talk back.

”Of course, the talent and temperament of the Miss Xia, she is definitely the best candidate for that role!” The more Meng Kang talked, the more excited he became, and the closer he got to Xia Ying.

”Of course not, the director thinks highly of you.” Xia Ying replied casually, she did not want to think with such a person. She avoided him without leaving a trace behind.

Seeing her reply, Meng Kang's smile became even wider. He inched closer and said, ”You're not feeling well, so the liquor won't do. The red wine should be fine. Come, let's make one.”

”I'll take the show, but I can't accompany the wine.” Normally, she hated this kind of winery. Her tone was cold, and she didn't say another word.

As Meng Kang listened to her reply, he felt a fire burning in his heart. He had never shown any mercy to the idea of setting up a dyeing workshop just by showing a little color.

Although he knew Xia Ying's position in the model world, he still sneered: ”Oh, you really think yourself to be trash, calling yourself Miss Speak will put you in your place, don't give me face, you still have to drink this wine, even if you don't want to drink it you still have to drink!”

Xia Ying flung her hand away and poured a cup of wine onto his face. What kind of person had she not seen this before since she was born?

Under the gaze of the crowd, he walked away without even turning his head back. Meng Kang's angry shout came from behind him, ”He's just a peddler, and yet he's so arrogant. He's making it so difficult for you to bear the consequences!”

Xia Ying did not stop. Recently, she had always felt it was strange that she would actually act so pretentiously, thinking that if she heard more, she would not care about it anymore. Who would have thought that there were some things that were not easy to get used to.