Pei Xiao was still hesitating, watching Xi Wanlai dial the number blankly, and when he wanted to stop it, it was already too late.
Secretary Lin's business-like voice sounded on the other end of the phone: "Hello, Global President's Office."
"Yes, sorry, I made a typo..."
Before she put down the phone, Lin Xiangyuan recognized her voice: "Miss Pei Xiao?"
She had to admit: "Ah...it's me."
As he spoke, there was a beep and Lin Xiangyuan had already transferred the call to Xi Xiangdong.
"Girl, is something wrong?"
The familiar low voice made her heart tremble. Pei Xiao's hands were trembling, his face was stiff, and even his tongue was tied: "I heard... you are back..."
"Yes." He responded softly, and his voice could be vaguely heard on the phone instructing his secretary, "Wait a minute, put that document over there first."
Pei Xiao panicked and put down the phone directly: "Then you are busy, I won't disturb you anymore."
Xi Wanlai was listening on the sidelines. Seeing her hanging up the phone just like that, he couldn't help but worry for her: "Is this the end?"
Pei Xiao nodded silently.
"What did my brother say?"
Pei Xiao imitated his deep voice and said "hmm".
"that's all?"
Keep nodding.
Xi Wanlai wanted to go crazy. Pei Xiao was like a piece of wood. If you kicked her, she would move. If you didn't kick her, she would stay in place.
In the end, even he gave up: "I think I'd better contact you for other film appointments."
After Xi Wanlai left, Pei Xiao sighed again. She really didn't know how to speak. Asking him for this heroine seemed to have become an unspoken rule. But it was clearly over between them.
She moved her eyes to the calendars piled up on the table, reluctantly took out a piece of paper, and began to scratch out and practice her signature.
She didn't pay attention when the door rang. The artist department came in and out every day and was busy non-stop. It wasn't until the footsteps approached her that she raised her head.
Xi Xiangdong frowned slightly and was looking down at the signature she had drawn on the paper.
Her face turned red, she covered her arms and explained: "This is just the first draft, there are still many places to improve..."
He nodded with great approval: "There is indeed room for improvement."
Pei Xiao cried silently. If I had known this day, I should have practiced my calligraphy well when I was studying.
Xi Xiangdong casually pulled up a chair and sat down next to her, spread out a piece of white paper again, and stretched out his hand to Pei Xiao.
Pei Xiao was stunned for a moment and handed him the signature pen in his hand. He saw that the tip of his pen stopped less than one centimeter on the paper. After thinking for a moment, he started writing gracefully. The pen moved like a dragon, and the handwriting was flying. A beautiful signature was written.
Jumping onto the paper.
Pei Xiao stared at it blankly and recognized that it was his own name. After he finished writing, he picked it up and looked at it, then took the picture in front of Pei Xiao and said, "Practice slowly according to this."
She recalled that he had said during that meal that Yang Yunguang's signature was also designed by him.
At that time, she clamored for him to design one for her. He said: Wait until someone asks you for an autograph.
Now, he has fulfilled the things he promised himself, but things have changed.
He suddenly asked: "What were you doing on the phone just now?"
"I didn't..." The words to cover up had already reached her lips, but she swallowed them back. Maybe Xi Xiangdong was right. If you want to become famous, you must use all the connections you can.
He had indeed made a distinction between public and private matters, and it was she who was really confused about their relationship.
Before she could speak, he already smiled: "It seems that you are very interested in the new film produced by the company..."