Zhang Xi'er raised his arm, bowed towards the center of the hall, and secretly shook his head at Michael.

I don't understand why Michael suddenly asked her to come up. Michael knows that she always keeps a low profile, never accepts interviews, and does all the work behind the scenes.

As long as he can avoid appearing in public, Zhang Xi'er will never appear in public; as long as he can see fewer people, Zhang Xi'er will never see one more person.

But I believe Zhang Xier's work will never be less than that of any agent or assistant. She even has to serve as a translator.

Sometimes when Michael is being interviewed, it is actually normal for Zhang Xier to stand behind him, but Zhang Xier still insists on letting Michael wear headphones, and then she translates for him in the background.

Zhang Xier saw Su Hang waving to her. He smiled brightly and stood with Michael, as if he was watching an idol drama.

Zhang Xier thought to herself, it seems that Su Hang asked Michael to call her over.

As the boss of the company, Su Hang had to call her over in person, so Zhang Xier had no choice but to move towards the center of the hall.

Michael stood in the middle of the three of them, Su Hang and Long Lin were on the left and right, and the female host stood about two meters away from the three of them.

Zhang Xier walked forward and saw a small distance between Michael and Long Lin, so he walked between them.

A staff member from the back handed over a cake cutter, and Zhang Xier took it. It was made of transparent plastic and had a short handle. Zhang Xier's sleeves were very fat, so she needed to roll them up to her elbow.

Zhang Xier is still not used to the feeling of being under the flashlight. It is very dazzling and makes it difficult to see what is in front of her. She cannot see the direction clearly or clarify her thoughts.

I don’t know how Michael has been able to get to where he is now step by step for so long.

This feeling made Zhang Xi'er feel uncomfortable and nervous, and she didn't even know if her movements were a little stiff.

In order to prevent the clothes from touching the cake, Zhang Xier used her left hand to roll up the sleeve of her right hand to her elbow.

The four of them stood side by side. Su Hang, Long Lin and Michael were about the same height, about 1.8 to 1.85 meters. Zhang Xier wore flat shoes, which made her a lot shorter than them. Everyone was right-handed.

Hold the knife and hang it over the cake.

Long Lin stood on the right side of Zhang Xi'er. When Zhang Xi'er rolled up her sleeves, he saw the scars on her arms.

Zhang Xier's skin color is very fair, so the red swelling and wounds are extremely obvious.

The female host announced enthusiastically from the side that the cake cutting would begin, and then all the eyes of the audience were fixed on the four of them.

Long Lin turned around and handed the knife in his hand to the staff behind him, then held Zhang Xier's hand, cut the cake, and thoughtfully helped Zhang Xier put down his sleeves.

Su Hang and Michael stood on the other side of Zhang Xi'er and faced the audience, so they did not notice this scene.

However, the media at the scene were not afraid of big things, just afraid that nothing would happen. Naturally, they kept flashing their flashlights at this place.

Su Hang noticed something was wrong with the media and looked towards Long Lin, but he didn't see anything unusual. Long Lin was smiling, looking completely normal.

Zhang Xier didn't look very natural, so Su Hang thought it was because she wasn't used to standing under the light.

Next came the cocktail party, which was just about everyone competing to see who wore the most outrageous clothes and whose jewelry was more dazzling. Many people also politely congratulated Michael and Su Hang.

Zhang Xi'er seemed to be running away and went directly to the lounge at the back. The lounge was located in the corridor between the lobby and the staff room at the back. Zhang Xi'er sat slumped in a chair.

There were very few people passing by, but the noise in the hall could be heard.

What did Long Lin do? Zhang Xier was thinking about this question in his head, why did he do this? How could he do this?

Long Lin is not a person who has never seen the world, nor is he a person who doesn't know how to deal with the world. Why did he suddenly do this?!

Zhang Xier felt that it was completely puzzling. He did this for no reason. It made no sense.

"Let me take a look." Long Lin came in at some point, squatted in front of Zhang Xi'er, and rolled up her right sleeve.

Zhang Xi'er didn't realize what Long Lin was doing, and saw Long Lin rolling up her left sleeve again.

"Why are you so careless?" Long Lin's movements were gentle and did not hurt Zhang Xi'er at all.

Only then did Zhang Xier understand why Long Lin suddenly acted like that. He was helping her cover the wound.

Zhang Xier felt her heart warm up a little, and her inner wall was slightly shaken. Maybe she also needed other people's understanding and care.

Instead, she was the only one working hard to move forward.

However, Long Lin's behavior just now still made Zhang Xi'er feel a bit unacceptable. It would be okay if it was done in private or on a small scale.

But just now it was Michael's contract signing celebration party, and reporters were there. In front of so many people in the entertainment industry, how should she face Long Lin doing such a thing?

"I can tell them not to send it out." Long Lin seemed to have seen through Zhang Xier's thoughts, and kept squatting and looked up at her.

Zhang Xier really didn't want the media to publish those photos or videos, but if she made an agreement with Long Lin now, it seemed like she was deliberately hiding something.

Some things just get darker and darker as they are described. It might be better not to explain them deliberately.

Zhang Xier shook his head, "It's okay, it's Michael's celebration party anyway, and we are all supporting actors."

There were footsteps at the door, and Zhang Xier secretly thought that the hall was really lively, and the staff needed to supply drinks so frequently.

Long Lin looked at Zhang Xi'er steadily, nodded, and then sat next to her without speaking.

"Oh, you two know how to choose a place. Why are you hiding here and asking me to receive everyone!" Su Hang came in with a glass of wine swaying, and sat down across from him in a carefree manner, "Hurry up.

, come out, I won’t be able to carry it myself.”

Zhang Xi'er glanced at Long Lin, agreed with Su Hang, and got up to go out first. The atmosphere in the room was a bit strange, and she didn't know what to say.

Su Hang shook the wine in the glass in his hand, stood up and walked out. He stopped at the door without looking back, "Just think about it, that's all."

Long Lin sat alone in the room, recalling the last words Su Hang left.

Once you think about it, that's fine.

Has he thought about it? Is that good?

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