The floor-to-ceiling mirror stood high and placed in the corner of the wall. The dazzling sunshine reflected made Song Meiyan's eyes dazed. She narrowed her beautiful phoenix eyes, and she took a step back and looked at herself in the mirror.

I have to admit that although the traces left by time have appeared on my face, Song Meiyan is still an undisputed beauty under secular standards. Her pure natural and unmodified oval face, her narrow and charming phoenix eyes, her high and straight nose, and her pursed lips were covered with red lipstick. Although there were a few subtle wrinkles on the corners of her eyes, at first glance, no one would have thought that the beauty in front of her was already a person in the second half of the age of forty generations.

A rose-red lady suit and slightly protruding shoulders reflect the sharp aura of the superiors who have been in high positions for many years, and the long wavy curly hair adds a transitional gentleness and charm to this attractive sharpness.

Such two completely opposite temperaments are gathered in Song Meiyan, but no one seems to think they are abrupt, clever and perfectly mixed together, and are natural and incomparable.

Lifting up his slender fingers and gently caressing his facial muscles that he has taken care of. Song Meiyan's eyes were stunned and she couldn't help but sigh silently.

From behind, a slow and firm applause came: "Ba, bha, bha..."

"Sure enough, it's worthy of being our wife!" Allen's voice was close and respectful. He sat on the sofa, crossed his legs. He patted his palms and smiled admirably at Song Meiyan's enchanting back: "When I asked Master Paul to customize this dress, he was not convinced. He said that the most perfect model only exists in his imagination. No one in the real world can really wear this dress with the feeling he wants."

With a sound of tsk, Allen stood up from the sofa, walked slowly over, rubbed his chin and said, "If he had seen our wife now, I wonder if he would cry and shout, beg you, the muse who only exists in his imagination, to be a model for him?"

After lifting her long hair, the moment of a sudden froze disappeared. She turned around and looked at Allen playfully, and smiled with a smile: "You kid, are you talking to me again?"

Helplessly, it is similar to treating children and nephews.

"Madam, you can't slander me like this!" With his hands raised, Alan played with his treasure, widened his eyes and said, "I have always been respectful to you, Madam, and I dare not be rude at all, so how dare you speak out."

She gave him a blank look, Song Mei-yeon lowered her head, looked at the clothes she wore with her long and narrow eyes, and she was obviously very satisfied: "You just said that this is a work designed by Master Paul? That Master Paul from Spain?"

"Yes, that's what you said." Allen nodded and confirmed, frowned, half complaining and half acting coquettishly: "The old guy has a pretty bad temper. In the end, he promised to make clothes for me?"

"That's what conditions do you use to threaten him, a guy who does things by any means." With a sneer, Song Meiyan pointed at him softly: "Otherwise, with that person's personality..."

Shaking her head, she raised her eyebrows: "It is normal for artists to be a little arrogant, don't do it too much."

"It's just a transaction, a transaction." Allen smiled embarrassedly, not daring to say anything more.

"So that's why you're just the district head with great power, not the boss who is in charge of the overall situation." Song Mei-yeon pulled the hem of her shirt, smoothed out the wrinkles of her clothes, and turned around in the mirror: "How is it?"

"Perfect!" The elegant and luxurious figure made Allen convinced and lit up his head and praised from the bottom of his heart: "Madam, you are joking, how can I compare with our president?"

"Your president, the dragon is not seen, but it really has the ability." Song Meiyan curled the corners of her mouth, as if she recalled something interesting: "When he was able to convince me to cooperate with her with a perfect tongue, you could only put forward conditions, use both coercion and inducement, and force people to serve you reluctantly. Alan,"

"Mrs. Nei nim." Listening to her voice a little serious, Allen's face turned apart, grabbed his hands and lowered his belly: "You said."

"When you can grasp this level well, you can become a master and truly stand on your own."

Allen smiled and said nothing.

"However, the little brat is attentive and suddenly gives me such expensive clothes for something?" With his head tilted, Song Mei-yeon looked at Allen, walked slowly to the desk and sat down: "Tell me what you are doing."

"Ah, madam, you are wronging me!" With both hands, Allen stood at the desk: "I have been dragging you to take care of you for so many years, so how can I have the face to bother you!"

"Let me think about it," he ignored his words. The pen lifted and rotated lightly between his delicate and boneless fingers. Song Meiyan gently knocked on her forehead, showing a hint of playfulness that was not her age.

"Is it Yang Yixing's Pioneer Entertainment? Didn't it mean that the film "Descendants of the Sun" he collaborated with MBC is in full swing and is about to end and is about to enter the post-production stage? The overseas copyright has also been sold out, and all the previous investment has been recovered. Oh, Director Gou of MBC should be so happy that he can't stop talking."

"Where are," touched his nose, Allen smiled a little sarcastic: "The copyright fees in China are indeed very objective, iQiyi costs $230,000 per episode."

"Well, it's not bad!" Pouting, Song Meiyeon nodded: "I remember that the most expensive one in recent years is the $280,000 for "Pinocchio".

"Isn't this too few episodes? Compared with Chinese self-made TV series, it is generally cheaper, so video websites are often willing to pay high prices. Moreover, during "Pinocchio", President Yang and Youku's negotiations were finally your help to say hello."

"You are the one who is working hard. It's only a few years since the small stalls at that time have become such an important force that cannot be ignored." While reviewing the documents in hand, Song Meiyan sighed: "Ah, if you have the TV stations under CJ, I won't have to be so tired."

"Is it still not optimistic about the matter on TVN?" Allen asked tentatively.

"Yeah." With a snorting, Song Meiyan said casually: "Li Meijing has started to jump up and down again and make trouble."

"She is also quite funny." Allen sneered, and the disdain was not concealed at all: "I was obviously afraid that my brother would implicate him in prison, so I pushed you out to take the blame. Now, seeing that the situation has improved a little, do you regret hiding the birds all over the bow?"

"You don't know about their family yet? Men can barely become weapons. As the heirs of three generations, Lee Jae-yong and Lee Jae-hyun are all qualified, but women are..."

Sighing, despite not willing to engage in this annoying topic, Song Mei-yeon still wanted to give advice to Allen and see the situation a little more clearly: "Apart from Fu Zhen, none of the remaining princesses of Li have the ability, they are just wine bags."

"Miss Yin Xin is also..." Alan said too, and saw that Song Meiyan's movements immediately stopped.

"Yin Xin, it's a mistake." After a while, she shook her head, Song Meiyan brought up this topic.

"If it's not Yang Yixing's business, then it's Yingui's child?" She obviously favored Lee Yingui, and Song Meiyeon said, stopped her pen, looked up and asked, "I heard that she had plotted against her uncle recently?"

"Oh my good lady, who is the same as yours, is an iron lady. What are you worried about?" Allen held his forehead and smiled bitterly: "Don't say she is just fighting openly and secretly with her uncle. Even if there are really some people who are blind and I will take care of her, what do you need to worry about?"

"How can I have a natural iron lady? Isn't it all about surviving in this circle and forcing myself to become like this step by step?" Song Mei-yeon glared at him angrily, and repeatedly reminded him: "Anyway, I like that child Yingui very much. Take good care of her."

"If I dare to be indifferent at all, I can't explain to the president." Alan muttered, and he complained in a low voice.

"It's not Yang Yixing, nor Lee Eun-kyu, who is that?" He became curious and had no intention of working anymore, so he simply put his pen on the table. Song Mi-yeon raised his eyebrows and asked, "But you, you don't have your own industry in Seoul, are all invested in other companies, and it doesn't seem messy? I heard that who you have recently and what's the name of the child who left the group in Girls' Generation?"

"Jessica." Allen quickly reminded: "Do you know this too?"

", the two of them are fighting fiercely, are they going to invest in the company?" Looking at his embarrassed expression, Song Meiyan reminded: "Yang Yixing Pioneer Entertainment is an overseas issuing company, and it is understandable. Once this Jessica's company was established, will it overlap with SW's business?"

"Anyway, it was just a toy..." Allen curled his lips.

The office phone on Song Meiyan's desk suddenly rang, and she answered: "Hmm?"

"President nim and SW's Lee Eun-kyu called to make an appointment to meet."

"Eingui?" She tilted her head curiously and covered the microphone. Song Meiyeon turned her head to look at Alan with a calm expression: "You two have agreed on it?"

"What?" Allen replied in confusion.

"Just as she was talking about this girl, she came to ask for a meeting." She replied with a smile: "Did she say what's going on?"

"I didn't say anything, I just listened to her voice, so I should be very anxious." The receptionist outside the door replied.

"Secretary Hong, what is your itinerary in a while?" Song Mei-yeon asked.

"At 8:30, Chief Li of the Department of Culture and Sports made an appointment with Beicun for breakfast, went to Rishan's filming base at 9:30 to inspect, and the Eleventh Group Headquarters meeting..."

Secretary Hong, who was listening to the phone outside the door, replied in an orderly manner.

"That haunted breakfast, please give me a push." ​​Song Meiyan said firmly: "It's just a chief. I don't know where he got his confidence, so he actually came to pursue me."

"Pursuing you?" This is information that Allen didn't know before. He stared wide, put his hands on his hips and immediately scolded: "This toad who doesn't know his weight is that he wants to eat swan meat after eating Bear Heart Leopard's courage??"

"It's okay, just know your own people." He quickly comforted him and stopped. Song Meiyan said, "I will do it myself, don't interfere."

"No, this kind of guy just wants to give him some trouble! It is because you are always unwilling to take ruthless actions that you can't let others cut off hope!" Allen argued helplessly: "The last time the American was also-"

"It's still about Yin Kee." She was anxious to block his mouth, and Song Mi-yeon said, "She was anxious to see me, and she must have something important, otherwise she wouldn't even call."

"See you, anyway, you can't have breakfast with that haunted Chief Li." Allen said in a bit of a mess: "Secretary Hong, did you hear it?"

"I heard it, Alan xi." Secretary Hong has become accustomed to this kind of thing and said calmly with a smile: "I will contact the other party to cancel immediately."

"Also, add this guy to the blacklist in the future!" Allen shouted loudly: "He is definitely not allowed to approach our wife!"

"Alan!" Song Meiyan smiled helplessly, knowing that he had good intentions.

"No need to say it!" He raised his hand to block Song Meiyan, and Allen's eyes were very sincere: "Madam, I will protect you!"

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"You go slowly!"

Accompanied by the security personnel standing in two rows of bowing together, Allen nodded and greeted, and walked out of the CJ Group headquarters building.

Turning around and looking up at the towering top floor, Song Mei-yeon's office is there.

The outer layer of the glass reflected light, making Alan squint his eyes, looking at the light that was shrouded between his eyebrows and his fingers.

In front of Song Meiyan, the cynical smile that had been hanging on the corner of her mouth slowly disappeared, and his face returned to his calm calmness.

Or indifference is.

He took out his cell phone, Alan looked at Ye But, and called.

"Yo Pusai? It's me."

"How is it?" the person opposite asked directly.

"The mission has been conveyed to Kim Minshuo." He whispered: "He also joined the line through Lee Eun-gyu and Song Mi-yeon as expected.

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"You go slowly!"

Accompanied by the security personnel standing in two rows of bowing together, Allen nodded and greeted, and walked out of the CJ Group headquarters building.

Turning around and looking up at the towering top floor, Song Mei-yeon's office is there.

The outer layer of the glass reflected light, making Alan squint his eyes, looking at the light that was shrouded between his eyebrows and his fingers.

In front of Song Meiyan, the cynical smile that had been hanging on the corner of her mouth slowly disappeared, and his face returned to his calm calmness.

Or indifference is.

He took out his cell phone, Alan looked at Ye But, and called.

"Yo Pusai? It's me."

"How is it?" the person opposite asked directly.
Chapter completed!