Little boy, you are obedient

Chapter 112 Fang Mu Shaoai (7)

Ye Shuqing moved his lips, still wanting to say something.

Zhao Xiaorong knelt down, looked up into his eyes, and said softly, "I beg you, sister? Can you? Let's leave after signing the contract tomorrow. I promise not to say a word to Fang Can, okay?"

Seeing that Ye Shuqing was showing signs of loosening up again, Zhao Xiaorong kept up his efforts: "Can you do it just for my sister's sake?"

Ye Shuqing became cruel, bit his lower lip, and agreed, "...OK."

Zhao Xiaorong felt relieved.

"Wouldn't it have been like this a long time ago? This is a good opportunity. How many people want it but still don't get it. No one like you actually wants to push it out."

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Bei Xing originally thought that Fang's father would say a few words about her because of the change of spokesperson, and he was mentally prepared, but Fang's father didn't say a word.

She couldn't help but mentioned something about the spokesperson to Fang's father.

Fang's father raised his head from the newspaper, took off the reading glasses on his face, and looked at her for a while with a mentally retarded look. Bei Xing felt hairy when he saw it, and then he said: "...you can change it if you like, don't you? A spokesperson?"

He slowly put the glasses into the glasses case and folded up the newspaper: "As long as you are willing, I will not bother with you even if you are replaced by a dung beetle."

Beixing: ...All right.

Having money is willful.

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When Zhao Xiaorong took Ye Shuqing to Fang's Food Company, they had already reached the door, but Ye Shuqing still hesitated.

Zhao Xiaorong stood in front of him, completely convinced, "My sister-in-law is here, you don't care if he is Fang Cui Fang Can, you just shoot an advertisement, and you may not even be able to say a word to him, do you care so much? ?”

Ye Shuqing pursed his lips, his face as big as a palm turned pale.

After a while, he nodded.

Zhao Xiaorong finally felt relieved.

Bei Xing was already waiting in the reception room.

She was holding a lollipop in her mouth, sitting out of shape, without the majesty of a general manager.

Zhao Xiaorong walked in with Ye Shuqing, and greeted Bei Xing: "...General Manager Fang."

"Yeah." She pointed to the two chairs in front of her, "Sit down."

Ye Shuqing kept his head down the whole time, not daring to look up at her.

Zhao Xiaorong cut to the chase without saying a word of nonsense, "Your company's contract for Dior Chocolate spokesperson..."

"Here is the contract."

Bei Xing motioned to the receptionist girl standing next to her to bring up the contract.

She flipped the contract to the last page where she signed, pushed it in front of Zhao Xiaorong, and said neatly, "Look at it, if there is no problem, just sign it."

Zhao Xiaorong checked it twice, but found no problems other than the endorsement fee. She raised her head, frowned and asked, "Why is the endorsement fee so high? I talked about 300 million before, why is it 3000 million now? Don't say it." Let’s talk about a newcomer, even if the film king comes, I’m afraid he won’t be able to reach this price, right?”

Beixing put his hands on his lower abdomen and overlapped.

I'm a little flustered.

Hold on tight, don't be afraid!
She raised her chin and asked lazily, "Don't worry about the money, Ms. Zhao, what he deserves is naturally his."

Zhao Xiaorong couldn't say anything more, and pushed the contract in front of Ye Shuqing, "Just sign it, I've read it, there's nothing wrong with it."

Ye Shuqing picked up the pen, looked up at Bei Xing, and quickly lowered his eyes the moment he met her eyes.

Holding the pen, he slowly signed his name on the contract.

He pinned the pen on the contract, pushed the contract back to Bei Xing, and said the first sentence since he entered the room.

"After signing, let Mr. Fang take a look."

Bei Xing accepted the contract with a half-smile, and knocked down the cup on the table with his elbow, causing the tea to flow all over the table.

(End of this chapter)