There were only a few shots in the advertisement, and Song Xiang replaced the two small models where her and Yan Han's faces appeared, leaving only her and Yan Han's backs.
Some people saw that it was her from the back, but it was quickly explained by the little model's Weibo.
——My foot is injured and I can’t run. I have to make Mr. Song a stand-in. I’m really sorry~
A company president works as a stand-in for an 18th-line model. The key is that his figure and appearance are both top-notch.
Netizens love to find fault. I originally thought it was a joke that Song Xiang replaced Xu Weiwei, but after a slight change, the comments changed again.
——It’s better to let the female CEO go, at least her temperament and appearance are online.
——This model has an awl-like face and is not worthy of a domestic car.
…
Song Xiang looked up and down, not paying attention to any of them, but only focused on a few.
Ding Fan sat next to her and said, "Some people say that the backs of the male and female protagonists match each other."
That was her and Yan Han...
There is only one shot, all from the back.
"Actually, there's no need to erase all of Mr. Yan's names. There's not even an actor's name on the notice," Ding Fan said.
Song Xiang was sitting at the head table, staring at the big screen, and said: "The moon is the moon. It's interesting when it's bright and clear in the sky, but it's a pity to hold it in your arms."
Ding Fan was confused.
Song Xiang smiled and turned to look at her, "I don't think Yan Han should be in commercials. He is so high-class, and commercials are too cheap."
Ding Fan reacted, "That's right..."
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Tianyue Media
"Mr. Yan, don't let her hit you again..."
Xu Weiwei huddled in her chair, her face turned pale with fright, and she didn't even dare to look at Yan Han.
The man leaned on the sofa, put one hand on the side, closed his eyes and rested.
The studio echoed with the sound of a woman slapping herself, one after another, and it looked like blood was already visible.
Tianyue's CEO stood aside, with beads of sweat on his forehead.
"Stop." Yan Song raised his hand.
Sister Wang fell to the ground, her brain was confused by being slapped by herself, and when she opened her mouth a little, the corners of her mouth began to bleed.
"Mr. Yan, the things have been sent out." The president's secretary ran in and replied in a frightened voice.
Yan Han finally opened his eyes, turned sideways, put one finger against his temple, and cast his eyes coldly on the woman in front of him.
He raised his eyes and turned to President Tianyue standing next to him, "It's so late, I'm tired."
"What are you talking about? It's just a trivial matter. Please come over." The other party wished he could kneel down, fold his hands in front of him, and keep saying nice things.
Xu Weiwei was still crying next to her. Seeing Yan Han get up, she couldn't help but shiver.
She originally thought that the matter would be over today, and she was still thinking of apologizing to Song Xiang, but she didn't expect to be called to the company that night.
She was not beaten, but Sister Wang lost half her life.
Yan Han walked to her side and paused slightly, "Has the 20 million that Yue Ji gave you received?"
Xu Weiwei was stunned for a moment, then reacted, "I'll return it right away! Right now!"
Yan Han put away his eyes and walked past her.
The group left Tianyue in a grand manner.
As soon as he got in the car, Yan Song reported the latest news.
"Miss Song has deleted everything about you, leaving only a silhouette of your back."
Yan Han sat behind him, most of his body hidden in the darkness, silent.
After a moment he said: "Where is she?"
"You should still be at the company, do you want to have a look?"
Yan Han said nothing, Yan Song turned around silently and motioned to the driver to drive.
The car passed through the bustling commercial street and arrived near the shopping mall, but Yan Han asked him to stop.
Outside, Yue Ji's first advertisement was displayed on a huge display screen.