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After she finished speaking, the man opposite her was silent.
Seeing this, Ling Zhen raised her eyes again but saw that Wei Xi’s black eyes were dark, like a frozen lake in the winter.
Ling Zhen blinked, her eyelashes fluttered looking very innocent.
She unconsciously asked, “What happened?”
Hearing this, Wei Xi laughed angrily instead, turned his face back, and turned the steering wheel.
“It’s nothing…” Looking forward with a deep gaze, he said, “I just suddenly realized that I need to work harder.”
A week later, on a day when the temperature dropped below zero degree Celsius, Ling Zhen’s legendary gold broker finally returned to China.
Ling Zhen heard from Wei Xi that Senior Xing Li was a middle-aged man.
He was thirty-five years old and was a well-respected senior in the entertainment circle.
He was also Wei Xi’s good friend.
Ling Zhen felt like a student seeing the teacher, and when she entered Qingxi and got on the elevator, she felt a little cautious.
Walking into the office, Ling Zhen finally saw her agent, only to realize that the person was not kind of the serious uncle she had imagined, but like a handsome uncle with a refined temperament and a charming face.
When the handsome Uncle heard the sound, he put down the teacup and looked up.
The little girl was wearing a plaid woolen coat, with a knee-length skirt that showed her sense of style, and a pair of retro double-buckle thick-soled Martin boots on her feet.
The whole person looked like autumn in the winter.
She looked a little smaller than in the photo, her skin was as tender as tofu, and her complexion was fair and clear.
Overall she was very beautiful and pleasing to look at.
Xing Li was very satisfied with her appearance.
He nodded with a smile and said, “Ling Zhen? The little girl is really very beautiful.”
Hearing this, Wei Xi frowned. Leaning halfway to block Ling Zhen, his eyes were cold, “Haven’t you seen enough?”
Xing Li laughed and retorted, “She is my artist now.”
Wei Xi was irritated with the reply.
Xing Li was not a young man, but he was well-maintained and had a funny personality. Many little girls were interested in his mature charm.
At first, he didn’t want him to be Ling Zhen’s agent, but Xing Li was indeed the best resource in his possession.
Xing Li rarely saw Wei Xi show any emotions.
He always felt that this iceberg had no weaknesses. But today he had seen him react, showing emotions other than indifference on his cold face.
Seeing this, he immediately greeted Ling Zhen in a very good mood, “Come on girl, show me your good looks.”
Ling Zhen very obediently answered, “Okay.”
Wei Xi’s eyes were very cold, he glanced warningly at Xing Li and then took Ling Zhen’s wrist and let her sit next to him.
Seeing this, Xing Li smiled and knocked the stack of information in his hand, and said, “I checked your information, integrated your strengths and weaknesses, to make a plan for your future development…”
“At present, you can use the momentum of ‘The Questions of the Immortals’ to push you on a second-line magazine cover. Other things are not important now. Let’s take it slow and expand the fashion resources first…”
It was the first time Ling Zhen had serious contact with a professional in the entertainment circle.
She listened so seriously that she wanted to take out paper and make some notes.
Wei Xi sat next to Ling Zhen, looking at her gaze falling on others, a trace of hostility suddenly rose in his eyes.
He began to regret it.
He shouldn’t have brought her out, let her see other people.
Xing Li added, “When I get some good film and television resources on hand, I will pick it up for you at that time.”
“You are starting from a higher starting point. The first drama you picked up was a big production with a famous plot, and now you need to be more careful while picking up a drama later…”
Ling Zhen nodded seriously as if she was attending a class, “Okay, okay.”
Xing Li said a few more words, glanced at Wei Xi’s dark expression, and smiled meaningfully.
Then he picked up the teapot, and warmly said, “Girl, go get some tea.”
Ling Zhen was completely impressed by his conversation and immersed in his insightful talk.
After hearing that, she didn’t doubt him. She picked up the teapot and went to the outside pantry.
Wei Xi’s dark gaze followed her and saw her meeting Zhao Yan in the pantry. Zhao Yan was slowly teaching her how to use the machine.
“So worried?” Xing Li’s voice pulled Wei Xi’s gaze back.
Wei Xi squinted at him, his expression looked impatient, “You don’t have to worry.”
Xing Li laughed. At his age, he could clearly see through everything.
After smiling, he glanced at Wei Xi and said, “I see, the little girl doesn’t feel much about you.”
Hearing that, Wei Xi raised his eyelids coldly and stared at Xing Li with a smile, “You don’t want the investment money for the new year?”
Xing Li raised his hand as if he surrendered, and said, “I didn’t say anything…”
Seeing his reaction, Wei Xi’s eyes were still gloomy.