The sound of skillful text messages pulled President Xianyu, Cheng Haoxi, who was originally lying on the sofa and watching TV variety shows to kill time.
"Maybe I'm hungry again? I can eat more and more. I don't know how fat this crazy woman will become."
With a smile on his face, Chenghao took out his phone from his pocket and looked down at the screen:
"Take a photo and send it to me. It needs to be formal and handsome. Hurry up. As a reward, I am willing to delete those negatives."
"What's wrong? What happened?"
It has been almost a year, and now Chenghao has no feeling at all about the negatives that gave him a headache at first. At this time, he suddenly began to feel uneasy for no reason.
"Don't ask, hurry up."
Following these five-word reply, no matter how Chenghao responded to text messages to ask questions, the other party never responded again.
Chenghao, who gradually became restless and anxious, directly dialed this familiar number for the first time.
It's a pity that no one answered except the boring "beep" sound.
"Ah Xi, what on earth are you going to do?"
Scratching his hair irritably, Chenghao simply put his phone into his pocket, hurriedly grabbed his jacket and walked towards the entrance.
Even if the other party needs it, he can just go and do it first.
Just when Chenghao almost opened the door, ran downstairs, got on his motorcycle, and rushed to the nearest photo studio according to the image in his mind.
Li Zhongxun had already got out of the car with his sister in his arms, but he received a notification on the way, and the medical staff who had been waiting in the underground parking lot of the hospital came to greet him immediately.
"Doctor, hurry up, my sister is about to give birth."
Gently placing his sister on the unfolded ambulance bed, Lee Jong Suk grabbed the female doctor next to him who had been responsible for reviewing his sister, and urged him anxiously.
"Sir, please calm down. It's just a week early. Everything will be fine. The head nurse notified the obstetrics department to prepare the delivery room, and be prepared to enter the operating room at any time."
After breaking free from the hand holding her arm, the female doctor finished speaking, then stopped talking to Li Zhongxun, called to the nurses, and quickly pushed the ambulance bed towards the elevator.
How could Li Zhongxun calm down at this moment? She followed the doctor nervously like a tail and took the elevator upstairs to the obstetrics and gynecology department.
"Where are Zheng Hantexi, Zhien, Zhongxun and the others!"
It wasn't until the doctor and his entourage disappeared in the elevator that Uncle Mingcheng and Aunt Zhimei, who had finally dared to come, turned off the car without caring whether it was locked or not, and ran towards Zheng Hante who was waiting here.
passed.
"I've already gone to the obstetrics department upstairs."
Zheng Hante raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the elevator. He heard the female doctor's words clearly every word, and his eyes were full of complicated worries at this moment.
"Then let's go up first."
After a hurried response, Uncle Mingcheng and Aunt Zhimei did not stop, but directly changed direction and ran towards the elevator.
"Zhien must work hard! You must give birth naturally. You are the popular artist IU! You can't have any stab wounds."
Seeing Uncle Mingcheng leaving, Zheng Hante suddenly squatted down and rubbed his temples in pain.
As IU's manager, the things and pressures he needs to think about are greater than anyone else except Ji-eun.
At the same time, Chenghao, who was far away in the CD area, finally found a photo studio and opened the door rudely and walked in.
"Sorry, I need to take pictures, and I need to be in formal attire."
Seeing the stunned photo studio staff and a young couple taking indoor wedding photos as he opened the door roughly, Chenghao gasped and spoke to the staff in the photo studio.
"Guest, if you need to make an appointment to take photos, you can come over and choose a package first. Our staff will notify you then..."
"I will pay you one million (South Korean won) and I will only take one photo. Take it now."
Looking at the middle-aged man who stood up and walked toward him, who seemed to be the person in charge, Chenghao raised a finger directly to the middle-aged man under the surprised gaze of everyone in the photo studio.
"Okay, guest, please come with me here to choose suitable clothing, or do you have any clothing styles you want? You can tell me, our store has everything."
A businessman is a businessman. The moment Chenghao finished speaking, the person in charge ruthlessly threw away his professional copywriting skills, put on a charming smile and said respectfully to Chenghao.
"No, that's it."
Chenghao glanced around and finally fixed his eyes on the black slim fit suit in a separate closet.
"Guest, you are really discerning. This is the treasure of our store..."
"If you add one million, that's it. Take a photo."
Chenghao once again interrupted what the person in charge was about to say, and it was the kind of thing that made the other person content and willing to be interrupted.
"The makeup artist came over to put makeup on this gentleman, the photographer got ready, everyone put down what they were doing, pushed things back, and started working now."
If you are willing to spend more than 10,000 RMB in a photo studio that can only be considered a good one, just for a photo, you can actually enjoy this kind of treatment.
As the person in charge finished speaking, everyone in the photo studio immediately put down what they were doing and started working with Chenghao as the center.
Of course, some people will be dissatisfied with this situation, namely the young couple who were taking indoor wedding photos.
However, this dissatisfaction quickly disappeared after the person in charge exchanged a few words with them in a low voice with a smile on his face. He must have received a discount or a gift!
"Sir, your face shape and facial features are perfect! It just needs a few simple touches and it'll be fine."
At this time, the make-up artist's eyes were shining brightly as she looked at the handsome and generous Chenghao sitting in front of her.
""I really want to have a boyfriend like this."" Thinking like this, she couldn't help but blush slightly on her cheeks. At this time, in her heart, her boyfriend, who was originally a good guy, seemed to be no longer good.
"Please be quick."
After taking out his cell phone and looking at it, he found that the crazy woman had not replied to his message. At this time, Chenghao had no time to care about what the pretty makeup artist in front of him was thinking, so he directly urged him:
.
But thinking about it, even if he knew, he wouldn't be interested in having an affair with the young lady in front of him.
After all, if he was that kind of person, he wouldn't have been able to maintain his virginity with his handsome face within four years of coming to country H, until that crazy woman succeeded.