Song Qingge smiled apologetically and said, "Director, he is not an outsider, he is my husband."
"It's not safe for me to drive alone this late at night, so I asked my husband to come with us."
Si Ming glanced up and down at Su Changfeng.
"Mr. Song, you are so beautiful, why would you want a man like this to be your husband?"
"Are you a little wronged?"
Song Qingge smiled: "No, I think I am quite happy."
Siming snorted coldly.
"Go over there and get me a cup of tea."
He was naturally referring to Su Changfeng.
Su Changfeng took a deep breath and nodded: "Okay, wait a moment."
He endured it for Song Qingge.
After pouring the tea, he served it to Siming.
Siming took the tea, took a sip, and said with an unhappy face: "It's so hot, are you going to burn me to death?"
"You burned me, can you still make the movie?"
Su Changfeng held back his anger and said nothing.
Siming said again: "Why are you just standing there? Give me a massage. My shoulders are sore, please try harder."
Song Qingge stood there, unable to stand it.
She understood Su Changfeng's character, and it was already very difficult for him to endure until now.
"Director, how about I call a technician for you?"
“The technician’s massage is more professional and more comfortable.”
Si understood her and said: "Mr. Song, I don't like technicians, but I like your husband to give me massages."
"Why, do you think I'm not worthy of being massaged by him?"
Su Changfeng smiled at Song Qingge: "Qingge, since the director wants me to massage, then I will massage it for him."
"As long as the director likes it, that's fine."
After saying that, he put his hands on Siming's shoulders and began to exert force.
At the beginning, Siming did feel very comfortable.
But as Su Changfeng slowly injected powerful Qi into his Dazhui point, Siming felt as if countless ants were climbing and biting on his back, and it was indescribably uncomfortable...
.
"Stop, stop, stop!"
"What are you doing, making me feel uncomfortable!"
Su Changfeng smiled and spread his hands, "Okay, then I won't press it."
After what Su Changfeng did just now, Siming will definitely not have an easy time these days.
His back would always feel like it was being bitten by thousands of ants, but even if he went to the hospital, no problem would be found.
Moreover, even so, it will not affect his normal work...
Su Changfeng just wanted to teach him a lesson to prevent him from going crazy.
At this time, Siming felt uncomfortable all over his body, but he couldn't tell what was going on, so he could only suffer the loss of being dumb.
"Mr. Song, I'm hungry."
"Don't tell me, even Feng Yan isn't ready."
Song Qingge smiled: "Of course not. I have reserved a box at Jinding Building, so let's show up."
Siming looked at Yao Han and said, "Go to the next door and call them all."
"OK."
Then, Yao Han called out all the other six or seven people.
Like Siming, these people also lived in presidential suites, and they had two rooms in a row.
"Mr. Song, can you prepay our accommodation fee in Jinding Building?" Yao Han looked at Song Qingge and smiled playfully.
Song Qingge felt a physical pain in his heart.
Three presidential suites cost 30,000 each, which means 90,000 per night.
And it seems that they will definitely live here in the future. If they live here for two months, it will cost more than 5 million...
This is only the cost of accommodation.
If the money continues at this rate, Starlight Films may go bankrupt before the movie is finished...
