After falling off the horse, he was pestered by giants to form CP[Entertainment]

, Shouldn’t it be Mr. Yang who came to him in an accident? What does it have to do with Song Lan’s father? But after thinking about it, Mr. Yang is probably too busy to take care of himself now. He didn't even bother to take care of the cabbage.

The door of the meeting room was pushed open, and the overwhelming pressure suddenly hit.

Sitting at the long table in the room were four men, Qiao Yimu and his manager, as well as the legendary President Song and his son Song Lan.

To be honest, the last time I saw Song Lan, he was still lying on a stretcher, and he couldn't see his face clearly. This time, he looked handsome, but the traces of plastic surgery were too obvious, and to be honest, his love The behavior of making small moves behind his back made people really not like him.

"Oh, this is Mr. Xin." Song Lan stood up with a smile, and warmly stretched out his Lushan Claw to Xin Yu.

His height of nearly two meters puts Xin Yu down in an instant. From a distance, Xin Yu looks like a pendant on his waist, with a different kind of cuteness.

"Hello, it's our first time meeting." Despite his reluctance, Xin Yu still had no choice but to reach out and shake hands with him.

"About the fact that I was injured at the previous Dilanbo press conference, first of all thank you very much for replacing me on stage and creating a good reputation." Song Lan's expression seemed very sincere, no wonder Yang would always be deceived by this scheming father and son so long.

However, there is no difference between his talking and farting, and his credibility is basically zero. If he can really thank himself, he will eat this conference table with a live performance.

"It's what I should." Despite the tension in his heart, he still pretended to be a chord on the surface.

Is this the hypocritical social etiquette of the upper class?

"I asked you to come here this time to discuss the long Weibo that was posted on the Internet last night." Song Lan said, and made a "please sit down" gesture to Xin Yu.

Xin Yu pulled away the chair, looked at Qiao Yimu at the side, and nodded their heads as greetings.

"I don't know what you two think." Song Lan asked with a smile.

Xin Yu felt that although he was the boss's son, after all, the company was not his. Why did he act like the host, not to mention that this matter had something to do with him?

Can't wait?

"I still agree with the company's suggestion. Of course, I'm talking about the news about Mu Mu personally." Qiao Yimu's manager immediately spoke eagerly.

Xin Yu glanced at him, but said nothing.

"Then what about Mr. Xin?" Song Lan immediately turned to Xin Yu with a smile.

Song Lan's eyes are the kind of slender phoenix eyes, so he looks like a cunning fox when he smiles.

"I don't understand. It's enough to clarify this matter. Why do you have to bind Yan Xiwen and me? Take a step back and say, what does this matter have to do with Yan Xiwen?"

It was rare that Xin Yu spoke without stuttering for the first time when facing these big shots.

Song Lan smiled, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes, although it was fleeting, Xin Yu still sensitively captured it.

"Then I might as well say it clearly, Yan Xiwen... he won't go far on this road."