Qiao Yihang, regardless of his expression, put the things on the table, "Spicy Chicken Leg Castle or New Orleans Grilled Chicken Leg Castle?"

"Spicy chicken legs." Zhang Zhi answered subconsciously, then looked down at his watch and said, "It's less than ten o'clock."

Qiao Yihang handed him the burger, "Just treat it as brunch."

Zhang Zhi took it speechlessly.

Qiao Yihang smiled and said, "Actually, my English is good. If you can't speak Chinese, we can communicate in English."

Zhang Zhi raised his eyebrows and said, "For example?"

"yes?no?...oh!" Qiao Yihang shrugged and then put the bag on the table as if no one was around.

Zhang Zhi looked at him suspiciously, always feeling that Qiao Yihang in front of him was neither like the little boat in the game nor the person he met twice last time, as if he was particularly... flattering?

"Which glass can I drink?" Qiao Yihang took out two cups of Coke from the bag.

Zhang Zhi glanced at him and asked angrily: "What's the difference?"

“Middle cup and big cup.”

"……casual."

Qiao Yihang put the big cup in front of him.

Zhang Zhi saw that he neatly divided KFC into two parts, then pulled over the chair and sat opposite him.

Qiao Yihang took the burger and was about to bite him, but when he saw Zhang Zhi still standing there motionless, he couldn't help but say, "Sit down."

Zhang Zhi narrowed his eyes and said, "There is a Chinese saying that if you have nothing to do, you will either be traitor or steal."

Qiao Yihang took a bite of the burger, took a sip of Coke, and chewed it for several times before saying, "Do you think I want to rape you or steal you?"

Zhang Zhi's face turned dark. Although his deep eyes were emitting anger, his fists were so tight that they couldn't get into the air, and even though he seemed to want to eat people, he still held back. "No matter what your purpose is, it will not succeed." He sat down, picked up the burger and ate it in big mouthfuls.

The two of them had a good meal.

Halfway through the meal, Qiao Yihang pushed the egg tart in front of him.

Zhang Zhi was stunned, "How did you know that I like to eat egg tarts?"

Qiao Yihang was also stunned, "I don't know, it's just a good deal."

“…”

Therefore, egg tarts became the next target to be jointly annihilated after hamburgers.

When Luo Shaochen pushed the door open, he saw the scene where Zhang Zhi and Qiao Yihang opened their mouths at the same time and stuffed the egg tart in.

When Qiao Yihang saw Luo Shaochen, he subconsciously stood up. He sincerely respected the music godfather. If his cheeks were not so bulging, his respect should have been more obvious.

Zhang Zhi sucked Coke in a blind eye.

Luo Shaochen said: "I only took ten seconds."

Zhang Zhi didn't raise his head and said, "When will the timing start?"

"NCC TV production director Chen Mili came to the meeting in half an hour to discuss album recording." Luo Shaochen paused, "You can start time from now."

Zhang Zhi: "Where is your assistant?" Not to mention letting the director run errands in person, even an assistant is usually notified by an insider.

"I really want to answer you, but I'm out of time." Luo Shaochen said as he went out and closed the door.

As soon as he went out, he saw Zhang Zhi's secretary slowly walking on other floors and came back. When he saw him walking out of Zhang Zhi's office, he was shocked and rushed up and said, "Director Luo, sorry, I just went to the bathroom."

Luo Shaochen passed by her without looking sideways, "Humans have physiological needs, it doesn't matter."

Human?

The secretary looked at his tall but not strong back, and a cold feeling suddenly appeared on his back.

At the corner of the corridor, the assistant suddenly showed his head sneakily, "How is it?"

Luo Shaochen was obviously used to his strange behavior, "What's the matter?"

The assistant gestured and said, "What is he doing in the office?"

"Make love." Luo Shaochen left this sentence expressionlessly and stepped into the elevator.

Leave the assistant alone there to cover his chest that he couldn't calm down for a long time.

In the office of the deputy director of music.

Qiao Yihang looked at the closed door panel, then looked at Zhang Zhi who was sucking Coke with concentration, and couldn't help but say, "Why did Mr. Luo come to inform him in person?"

A rustling sound rang.

Coke is at the bottom.

Zhang Zhixin raised her head with satisfaction and said, "Are you wearing clothes?"

Qiao Yihang said angrily: "Otherwise? Are you wearing sacks?"

"Since I haven't shown, what are you afraid of?" Zhang Knows.

Qiao Yihang was so choked by him that he couldn't speak.

Zhang Zhi saw his inexplicably depressed face and secretly exclaimed in his heart, but he still showed seriousness on his face, "You heard it just now. I'm going to have a meeting in half an hour, so if you have any conspiracy, it's best to use it quickly, otherwise the conspiracy will become a trick of worms after the shelf life."

Qiao Yihang thought of the purpose of his coming, and immediately put a long-lost smile on the corner of his mouth, "Director Zhang's Chinese attainments are truly amazing and breathtaking."

Zhang Zhi shook the Kong Coke Cup with regret. If he hadn't finished drinking, he would take a sip and try to spray it on the other person's face.

Qiao Yihang seemed to have found that the flattery was slapped on the horse's legs, coughed dryly, sat back on the chair, and retreated to the main topic: "I heard from Xiao Zhou that you want to change the lyrics of two songs." Since he untied his trump card, Xiao Zhou has completely got rid of his identity as an underground party and lived in the sunshine again.

Zhang Zhi finally knew the purpose of his arrival, "Well. Do you want to see it?"

Qiao Yihang said implicitly: "If it's convenient."

"Convenient." Unexpectedly, Zhang Zhiluo generously pulled out a dozen papers from the drawer and gave it to him.

Qiao Yihang took it and saw it was blank, and he breathed a sigh of relief. If the paper he took it was full of lyrics, he would have doubted whether Zhang Zhi was preparing to repair the plank road openly and secretly travel to Chen Cang.

"Is this free play?" He held beautiful fantasies.

"I haven't performed yet." Zhang Zhi quickly poked it out.

Qiao Yihang suddenly felt that roast chicken and pigs were flying around on his forehead.

Zhang Zhi seemed to see his concerns and said lightly: "I won't use the same trick twice."

Qiao Yihang looked at the food remains that were still spread on the table and said slowly: "What if it is for KFC's sake?"

"There will be someone meeting to discuss the album."

Qiao Yihang didn't understand why he mentioned this matter repeatedly.

Zhang Zhi: "So the quality of the lyrics depends on the remaining twenty..." He looked at the watch, "Three minutes and fifty-six seconds."

Qiao Yihang quickly stood up, packed the garbage on the table into the bag, and smiled and said, "Do you need coffee?"

"I want a cappuccino." Zhang Zhi ordered without hesitation, "The layer of milk on it must bubble."

Qiao Yihang walked out with the garbage and said, "I can try it with a pump."

When he came out, the secretary smiled brightly, "Mr. Qiao."

Qiao Yihaidao was carrying the garbage and laughed brightly, "Do you know the takeaway phone number at the coffee shop opposite?"

In the office, Zhang Zhi pulled out a dozen papers with music scores and lyrics from another drawer...

The alarm clock on the wall was eleven o'clock, but the meeting was not held on time.

Zhang Zhi walked out of the empty conference room impatiently.

It happened that Luo Shaochen's assistant rushed over, "Deputy Director Zhang."

"The meeting was cancelled?" Zhang Zhi hugged his chest and looked unkind.

The assistant said with a bitter face: "Director Chen was in a car accident and went to the hospital."

Zhang Zhi frowned and said, "What a coincidence?"

The assistant sighed, "It's not a coincidence at all. The gossip boy is also in the car."

Zhang Zhi was relieved. Although he had not long since returned to China, he was well aware of the gossip boy's deeds. Several media once speculated that the reason why they were so unlucky was that they might have offended some amazing person in the Tao, so they conducted openly and secretly investigations, and even went deep into the tiger's den, and finally found that this matter had nothing to do with the Tao. Many people on the Tao believed in fate. Like the gossip boy, they would never get involved in the bad guy.

The assistant looked at his angular facial features and slowly imagined his devoted and serious expression when he was doing love...

"What’s wrong with you?"

The assistant came back to his senses and found that Zhang Zhi was staring at him in disgust, and liquid seemed to be flowing out of his nose. He hurriedly wiped it with his sleeve awkwardly, "It's probably because he drank too much chicken soup recently, so he got angry and bleeding from his nose."

Zhang Zhi said slowly: "The liquid you flows out is transparent."
Chapter completed!