Ling Fei carried a contract and slapped it directly on Awahara Zemi's desk.
"Oh, Mr. Ye is looking for zero to be the spokesperson. I think the conditions are good, so I agreed for you." Awahara Zemei was lying on the bed, and Xiaokui was applying the homemade milk and egg white mask to her face, "Xiao Kui
Auntie Mei, stop talking."
Awahara Zemei helplessly pointed at Xiaokui towards Lingfei and made a silent gesture.
"Did I say I would endorse that guy? And what happened to Wyatt? Doesn't he want to be this agent?" Ling Fei was so angry that she paced around the room, asking her to give Ye Qixuan's products
Being an endorsement? Did you make a mistake?
Awahara Zemi said innocently, "8-digit endorsement fee, and a president-level assistant on call to pick you up and drop you off. I have no reason to refuse this kind of good treatment for you."
"Assistant to the president?" Ling Fei picked up the contract again and read it carefully from the beginning. Every detail on it can be called a "overlord clause". Stay in the six-star presidential suite and be picked up and dropped off by a luxury car.
, a world-class production team. During filming, she has the right to shout "stop" at any time and can rest indefinitely until she recovers. She has the right to refuse all kinds of access, including the right to cooperate with Ye's publicity, all of which
Can refuse.
She raised the thing in her hand in confusion, "Hasn't he read the contract? How could he agree to such a request?"
"You have to ask him personally." Awahara Zemi said with a half-smile, "I think even if we make more excessive demands, he will agree unconditionally." He raised an eyebrow, "Just because
, the woman named zero is you."
Ling Fei sat in the chair, pursed her lips and wondered what she was thinking.
"Oh, by the way," Awahara Zemi kindly reminded, "I have signed the contract as your client. If I break the contract, we may all have to sleep on the street."
"Ah!" Xiaokui shouted, "Zero, don't sleep on the roadside."
Ling Fei looked at the big one and the small one, her eyes closed up and down, "Why do I smell a conspiracy?"
"Haha, it should be the smell of money." Awahara Zemi said with a smile, "Eight figures, this is the treatment of an international superstar, why are you hesitating?"
At this time, the phone in the living room rang.
Ling Fei got up and went out to answer the phone.
"Hello?"
"Have you received the contract?"
Ling Fei lowered her lips and said, "Ye Qixuan, are you prone to masochism? Do you also sign this kind of contract?"
"This is my business," Ye Qixuan's voice was a little tired.
She sat down, the wrinkles between her eyebrows gradually deepening, "Is the wound open?"
Ye Qixuan chuckled lightly, "Fortunately, I was trained by the doctor when I came back."
"Do you dare to have a doctor lecture you?" She said funnyly, "I thought no one would dare to mess with you, President Ye."
"There's nothing I can do. If something happens to me, they will be in more trouble."
"This is what will happen to you for trying so hard." Ling Fei said mercilessly, "You are obviously injured, but why did you insist on playing with Xiaokui for so long?"
"...Are you worried about me?"
"I'm worried that no one will give me 8 figures if you die."
"Don't worry, as long as you ask, the entire Ye family can be given to you."
"No, I don't have such a big stomach."
"Um..." Ye Qixuan seemed to have turned over, and he murmured in pain. Ling Fei's eyebrows trembled slightly, but her voice was flat and she asked, "What's wrong? Does it hurt?"
After a long while, Ye Qixuan responded honestly, "...Hmm."
"Why don't you hurry up and take a rest? If you just hang up like this, don't even think about blaming me and Xiaokui. Say no more, bye!" After hanging up the phone, she stood up and saw Sawami Awahara smiling ambiguously behind her.
"What's wrong? Doesn't the milk paste smile on your face?" Ling Fei opened the refrigerator and poured herself a glass of water.
Awara Zemi followed up, leaned in front of the refrigerator and stared at her, "Sister, do you know what you look like now?"
Ling Fei raised her eyebrows and asked.
"Like a girl in love." Awahara Zemei said happily, "If from now on you can make up for everything you lost five years ago, sister, you must stop resisting. For Xiaokui, give each other a chance."
Ling Fei looked at her and deliberately changed the subject, "I'll just go see dad tomorrow. You go to the hospital to take care of your Chengyun." After saying that, she turned and walked towards her room.
"Don't forget to go to Ye's in the afternoon." Looking at her back, Awara Zemei quickly reminded her. Then she smiled confidently. She should think about how to let Ye Qixuan thank her.
*****
The next day, Ling Fei took Xiao Kui to visit Yi Jiu, while Awahara Zemei drove directly to visit Ye Chengyun. When she was about to enter the ward with the soup she had made by herself, she heard intermittent choking sounds coming from inside.
"Cousin Chengyun, I really didn't know something like this would happen."
Awahara Zemei suddenly stopped her steps. This voice was all too familiar, as well as the phrase "Cousin Chengyun" that made the hair on the body stand on end. Apart from Yan Shishi, who else has such a profound Taoism.
"Shishi, where have you been in the past few years? Why do they say that our accident this time is related to you?" Ye Chengyun asked anxiously, "What happened, tell me quickly!"
"Cousin Chengyun, I..." Yan Shishi sobbed, "I am indeed with Anis, but I have no idea what he has done to you. If I had known earlier, even if I risked my life, I would
Came to inform you."
In the ward, Yan Shishi was still wearing a pure white dress, her long hair was spread behind her head, her tears were like broken beads. She held Ye Chengyun's hand tightly, and at that moment, she couldn't tell whether she was acting
, I am still really sentimental about our reunion after five years.
Awahara Zemei lowered her eyes, opened the door and walked in without hesitation, her cold eyes falling on Yan Shishi. The latter immediately stood up and shrank to one side, "Su, Miss Awahara."
"Xiaomei," Ye Chengyun looked at the two of them and quickly explained, "Shishi, she..."
"Shut up," Awahara Zemi walked directly to Yan Shishi without even looking at him, and smiled, "I'm very curious about how a high-end prostitute who is swarmed by politicians can disguise her innocence and kindness this time.
Woolen cloth?"
Hearing her words, Ye Chengyun was startled, his eyes a little unbelievable.
Yan Shishi unexpectedly did not deny it, but smiled sadly, "You are right. When I just walked out of prison, my relatives, friends, and all the people I loved left me. They avoided me like they were avoiding terrible things.
Plague. Until I met the first man who was willing to help me when I was drunk in a bar, I had no other bargaining chip except selling myself."
She turned back and looked at Ye Chengyun with a self-deprecating look, "Cousin Chengyun, would you dislike me like this?"
Ye Chengyun couldn't digest this fact for a long time. He really couldn't associate Shishi with that kind of woman. Maybe the first love in his memory was too beautiful, and he was unwilling to admit it even if it was reality.
Awahara Zemei glanced at Ye Chengyun's complicated expression, and there was a sting in her eyes. She looked away and stared at Yan Shishi, "Let's stop talking nonsense. Please listen clearly. Anis has kicked the iron plate this time."
Don't say that our Donghe will not let him go. Even if it is Ye Qixuan, he will not even think about it. So, whether he asked you to come here to be a lobbyist or to be an Infernal Affairs, you let him die as soon as possible.
Calm down. I don't have time to waste on you, and I won't deal with you now, because you still have the ability to convey messages. If you don't cherish it and continue to act weak here to gain sympathy, don't blame me for being rude."
He held her tightly and said word by word, "Now, I want to hear your answer."
Yan Shishi lowered her eyes. Although she looked pitiful, her voice was extremely clear, "I said, I have no idea what Anis did."
"Okay, I understand." Awahara Zemi nodded. The next moment, he raised his kick and kicked her in the abdomen. Seeing Yan Shishi fall to the ground, she took out a pistol from her waist and put it directly on her head.
, "You should know very well that since you come here, you may not leave alive."
Yan Shishi turned her face sideways and smiled coldly at her, "Just shoot if you want. Isn't this your usual style?"
"Xiao Mei!" Ye Chengyun jumped off the hospital bed and came over, "Now is not the time to be impulsive."
Awara Zemi turned back indifferently, "Then what? Let me let her go, and we can sit together and drink coffee while chatting about a series of recent horrific events?"
Ye Chengyun knew her temper, and also knew that she was holding back her anger because of her injury. He walked over, squatted next to her, and gently covered her gun with his hand, "Xiaomei, anyway, Shi
Since Shi can stand here, we should listen to what she has to say and not be so impulsive, okay? However, I just want you to know that I will always be on your side."
Yan Shishi looked back stiffly, did Ye Chengyun really fall in love with Awahara Zemi? That innocent man who vowed to love her, the only man who was willing to help her when she was in prison, did he really fall in love with someone else?
The only pure space deep in her heart, after hearing his confession-like words, was swallowed up by darkness, spreading to her beautiful eyes, where the epitome of hatred was branded.
Awahara Zemei looked at him, slowly put down her hands, and stood up, "Are you afraid that I will kill her?"
Ye Chengyun sighed helplessly, "Xiaomei, I'm not afraid of anything, I just want you to calm down."
"Do you think my behavior was irrational?"
Ye Chengyun answered honestly, "At least, it was when you pointed the gun at Shishi."
At this time, Yan Shishi stood up, threw herself into his arms, and hugged him tightly, "Cousin Chengyun, I don't have it, I really don't have it! You have to believe me! I don't care what others think.
It doesn't matter to me that I'm a bad person, I only care about your opinion."
"Shishi," Ye Chengyun frowned. Seeing Awahara Zemei's darkening face, he hurriedly pushed Yan Shishi away, "Xiaomei..."
Awara Zemei nodded, "Okay, then please use your own way to understand the truth."