Qian Zhengyu looked at the fourth item of the additional agreement and felt a little chilled.

"Additional Agreement 4: All duties that Party A needs to be performed by Party B must be carried out within Party B's working hours." Jiang Suhe slowly read out the clearly recorded black and white words.

It was not the first day that the directors present worked, and everyone knew the meaning of such a supplementary agreement on such occasions.

"I'm sorry, I'm a freelancer, and my working hours are up to me." Jiang Suhe slapped the agreement on the table, and the loud noise surprised the girls and directors present.

Looking at the people who lowered their heads and said nothing, Jiang Suhe wanted to laugh a little.

"Also, I want to share with you a philosophical question."

"Can God create a stone that he can't move?"

"I think you all heard of this question."

"It's hard to answer, right?"

"When God can create, he cannot carry the stone; when he cannot create, his creativity is flawed."

"In this way, God is not the omniscient and omnipotent you believe in." Jiang Suhe chuckled, not caring whether his words would infringe on the religious beliefs of the people below the audience.

"But in my opinion, he can." His decisive words echoed in everyone's ears, and they looked at Jiang Suhe, who was full of aura.

"When he wants to create, he can create; when he doesn't, he can't."

"Because I am an idealist."

"So do you understand?"

"You are saying that God will be in a way that cannot reach, so it's no big deal for you to make a little mistake?" a director asked thoughtfully.

Jiang Suhe looked at him with approval and smiled slightly, "No, I mean-"

"I do it if I want to do it, and don't do it if I don't want to do it. I don't need your consent."

Before the people present could recover, Jiang Suhe had already stepped out of the door and left this intrigue place.

Qian Zhengyu looked at Jiang Suhe's back as he left, gritted his teeth, but still didn't say much.

"Fight with me, when I was playing this trick, you were still in love in college." Jiang Suhe sat in the car and shook his head contemptuously.

"By the way, Assistant Choi, please help me ask Officer Han if he has sucked the bombs recently."

Assistant Choi looked at Kang Suhe, who was quarreling and smiled secretly.

Jiang Suhe seemed very proud on the surface, but only he knew how bitter he felt. He finally made up his mind to do something he had never thought about, but he had died before he could see the prospect.

"Did I do something wrong?"

Jiang Suhe stared blankly at the agreement on the table, and Jiang Suhe's cool signature was still shining in the corner of the white paper.

The smog quietly dissipated, and the moon floated in the distant horizon, and he survived this chaotic day.

Standing at the entrance of the stairs, Jiang Suhe looked at the two doors opposite, "Maybe like these two doors in the future, there will be no intersection again." Jiang Suhe smiled bitterly and shook his head.

During those hours at JYP, he understood what kind of changes had taken place in his life. In the past, his life was gray, with the same colors and the same arrangements every day, and even people did not change much.

The two-point and one-line life of the law firm and the family made him live a fulfilling life, but also made him exhausted.

Jiang Suhe really wants to have a colorful life like others, and his color seems to come from her next door or them...

The sound of footsteps came, and Jiang Suhe quickly withdrew his thoughts and hid in the room. A girl outside looked at the closed door and looked at the eyes of the incomprehensible colors.

Jiang Suhe came to the balcony again with wine.

Today is different from that day. The stars have long hidden their light and hidden behind the slowly floating clouds. Only the moon is still comforting the lonely earth. Today, he is the only one.

There was nowhere to send my inner thoughts, and the only way Jiang Suhe could think of was to get drunk. "If you get drunk, you may not be upset anymore." He murmured in a low voice.

"Uncle! The injury on your hand has not healed yet! Don't drink alcohol!"

Jiang Suhe seemed to hear a familiar voice. He was about to reply, but sighed, "I actually miss the nagging of a little girl."

"Uncle!"

"Hey? It seems not an illusion." Jiang Suhe looked up and saw a pretty girl standing on the balcony next door looking at him magnificently.

Jiang Suhe smiled and started laughing from the bottom of his heart.

"Tiyu, isn't it cold to wear so little?"

"Uncle, please care about yourself." When he saw Jiang Suhe who used his body as a joke, Zhou Ziyu was angry and didn't make a fuss.

"It's okay, I know my body myself." Jiang Suhe waved his hand indifferently.

Zhou Ziyu snorted coldly, glanced downwards, and saw the scattered wine bottle.

"Why do you...d like to drink?"

"I feel upset."

"Is it because of us?" Jiang Suhe didn't expect that an 18-year-old girl could feel his thoughts so sensitively.

"No." Jiang Suhe smiled and shook his head with a smile in the evening breeze that gently blew across his cheeks.

Seeing the man in front of him pretending to be relaxed, Zhou Ziyu suddenly had an idea in his mind.

"Isn't it lonely to drink by myself?"

"I'm lonely, there's nothing I can do about it. But I'm quite content with you."

"Is that?" Zhou Ziyu seemed to have made up some decision, and suddenly ran to the balcony near Jiang Suhe's house, supported his body, and gently flipped over the gap between the two balcony.

Seeing such a reckless Zhou Ziyu, Jiang Suhe quickly got up to pick her up.

"Ha" a cry sounded, and Zhou Ziyu stood in front of Jiang Suhe and looked at the surprised man proudly, "How is it? I am agile."

When Jiang Suhe heard the girl's show-off, he bounced her head hard, "You big-headed ghost, do you know how dangerous this is? What if it falls down?"

The girl covered her painful forehead and muttered with grievance: "Isn't it for the uncle?"

Seeing Zhou Ziyu's expression, Jiang Suhe felt a little warm and flowing, "I'm not allowed to do this next time."

After lit the girl's forehead, Jiang Suhe returned to his original place helplessly and continued to pick up the wine.

"Uncle, I want to drink too." Zhou Ziyu looked at Jiang Suhe with his hands holding his face expectantly.

"Are you an adult, you just drink it?"

"This is the reason again." The girl pouted in dissatisfaction, feeling that a soy sauce bottle could be hung on it.

"Okay, okay, let's not be the case." Jiang Suhe saw Zhou Ziyu's cute eyebrows frowned, and couldn't bear to pick up a can of beer and hand it to her.

"Crack" Looking at the bubble-like beer in front of her, Zhou Ziyu's eyes shone brightly, and she took a sip. She let out a sigh of satisfaction, squinted her eyes and smiled.

"Like a child." Jiang Suhe rubbed her combed hair and said to her with a smile.

"I was a kid."

"Okay, okay, you're a child, Zhou Chuding."

"Hey? Can uncle speak Chinese?"

"Of course." Jiang Suhe answered the curious Zhou Tzuyu in a straight Chinese sentence.

"Not only can I speak, I can also recite poems."

Jiang Suhe looked straight into her smiling eyes.
Chapter completed!