Song Qingge smiled: "They are guests from afar. I didn't go to greet them personally. It's really a bit unthoughtful."
"It's appropriate to apologize."
Su Changfeng's eyes flashed: "Qing Ge, what requirements did this director make?"
Song Qingge said: "Tan Liang said he asked me to come and apologize. He didn't say anything else."
"I think, no matter what others say, he is a famous director, so he shouldn't embarrass a weak woman like me."
Su Changfeng sneered in his heart.
Just because of Siming's behavior, it's not a good thing.
Look, it would be strange if he doesn't make any new demands later.
"Okay, let's go, I'll go with you."
"Well, let's go."
After that, Su Changfeng took Song Qingge into the car and went straight to Jinding Building.
The top floor of Jinding Building.
Outside the guest room.
Su Changfeng stood at the door and asked curiously: "Qingge, why did they choose to live on the top floor? Isn't it too high?"
Song Qingge said speechlessly: "Because only the top floor has the presidential suite."
"Presidential Suite? How much does it cost per night?" Su Changfeng really had no idea about the price of hotel accommodation.
Song Qingge said: "Jinding Hotel is a five-star hotel, and the price of the presidential suite should be around 30,000."
Su Changfeng's eyes flashed, and he thought that Siming's style was really enough.
It's always the presidential suite, and I don't know who will pay for the room fee later...
Ding dong.
Song Qingge stood at the door and rang the doorbell.
After two full minutes, there was still no movement inside.
Song Qingge rang the doorbell again.
This time, not long after, the door was suddenly opened.
However, it was not Siming who opened the door, but a girl with long hair.
This girl has first-class looks and a hot figure, but her temperament is average.
She doesn't have the otherworldly temperament of those A-list celebrities, but she is almost the same as those female influencers on the Internet.
This girl's name is Yao Han, and she is one of the people who came with Siming this afternoon.
"Why are you urging me? I wonder if the director is taking a break?" Yao Han rolled his eyes at Song Qingge with an unhappy look on his face.
Su Changfeng glanced at Yao Han.
Looking at this woman's rosy face and rosy face, it seemed like she was doing something indescribable just now.
It seems that the relationship with Siming is unusual...
Song Qingge was scolded by Yao Han. He suppressed his displeasure and said with a smile, "I'm sorry, we didn't know that the director was taking a rest."
"I am Song Qingge, the president of Changge Group. I was not able to meet the director in person in the afternoon. I am here to apologize to the director."
Hearing that Song Qingge said that he was the president of Changge, Yao Han's originally impatient face improved slightly.
"Hey, it's Mr. Song. Sorry, I thought it was those illegitimate meals."
"You don't know, some fans are so difficult to deal with. They chase the director wherever he goes, so much so that the director has no private space."
"The director is in the room, please come in."
Song Qingge smiled and nodded, pulling Su Changfeng into the room.
I have to say that this presidential suite is magnificent, luxuriously decorated and huge in space.
At this time, Siming was wrapped in a bath towel, sitting on the sofa, crossing his legs and holding a glass of red wine.
Song Qingge looked at Siming and said with a smile: "Hello, Director Si, I am Song Qingge..."
However, Siming didn't even raise his head.
"Mr. Song, I only asked you to apologize alone. Did I ask you to bring others into my room?"
After saying that, he glanced at Su Changfeng displeasedly: "Get out."
Su Changfeng frowned.
He really wanted to give his grandson two slaps.
But considering that Song Qingge still had to rely on him for filming, she had no choice but to endure it.
