C20 Go to the Dragon Spring Hotel

"Okay, we're leaving."

Haiyan looked at her masterpiece with satisfaction. Later, she would get someone to help her put on light makeup and it would be even more perfect.

"Now?"

Lu Qingzhou looked at the clock on the wall in shock. It was only four o'clock in the afternoon. Was there a need for her to be in such a hurry?

"Of course. I can only get to know more people if I go earlier. Do you think everyone is waiting for you to meet them? "

Haiyan dragged Lu Qingzhou and left. There was a red convertible BMW parked at the door, very eye-catching. Haiyan did not say a word and opened the car door and stuffed Lu Qingzhou in.

"This is your car?"

Lu Qingzhou was still not able to react.

"Of course. Do you think I will let you drive that embarrassing car to the banquet?"

Haiyan took out a cigarette and lit it and put it in her mouth. Her feet stepped on the accelerator continuously and the car quickly rushed out.

International Airport, Xingyuan Hotel.

Feng Ziyan sat on the sofa and watched the news on TV. The miniature photocopy machine in the room was still printing. The assistant was busy arranging the photocopied documents. There were still two hours before the plane took off. Feng Ziyan was used to booked a hotel near the airport every time he got on the plane. At this time, he needed enough time to think about his itinerary and some unfinished work.

Feng Ziyan held the remote in his hand and changed the channel every few dozen seconds. He repeated it more than ten times. After the photocopy machine stopped, the assistant sorted out all the documents and walked out of the room.

"What arrangements does Director Song have tonight?"

The assistant was confused by Feng Ziyan's question for no reason.

"Let me ask you, what is Director Song's plan for today?"

"He seems to have invited a few main actors and investors to the Longquan Hotel for dinner tonight."

The assistant came to a realization. After being Feng Ziyan's assistant for more than three years, this was the first time he had heard him ask such a question. Fortunately, he had already added all the important personnel in the company on WeChat. As long as he had nothing to do, he would look through their WeChat Moments, so he knew their actions like the back of his hand.

"What time is it now?"

"Six o'clock."

Feng Ziyan said, "Cancel today's trip."

"Now?"

The assistant's eyes widened, but there was less than an hour left before the plane took off. The I Love My Prince Charming was still waiting for him to rush to film the final scene.

"Right, you go and call Director Guo now and let him change the time to film my scene."

The assistant was stunned for a second, then immediately agreed. He immediately dialed Director Guo's number. On the other side of the phone, Director Guo very respectfully agreed, but the assistant could imagine his angry expression after hanging up the phone.

Feng Ziyan got up and took the car keys. The assistant quickly packed up and followed him out of the car. Feng Ziyan, who had always been steady, made the assistant feel a little confused for the first time.

"Director Feng, are we going to Longquan Hotel?"

He asked about Director Song, so of course he was going to Longquan Hotel.

"Who said I'm going to Longquan Hotel?"

Feng Ziyan's face was as cold as ice. The dim light outside the car made his face completely hidden in the shadows, making it hard to see his expression. The assistant stole a glance from the rearview mirror at Feng Ziyan, who was sitting in the backseat. After a while, he said, "Let's go back to the company."

The assistant was speechless. If we go back to the company at this time, will there be anyone in the company?

A bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the night sky. A few bean-sized raindrops fell from the window, and the sky became darker and darker.

The car passed by the crossroad. Feng Ziyan's hand gently tapped on his thigh. The assistant stared at the front without blinking. The rainstorm started not long after. The water brush was already moving at its fastest speed, and the car was so quiet that only the sound of rain could be heard. Feng Ziyan's tense expression made the assistant's hand that was holding the steering wheel sweat a little. Usually, Feng Ziyan's tense expression indicated that he was extremely unhappy.

They were about to reach the Feng Ying Media when Feng Ziyan suddenly said, "Turn around, let's go to Longquan Hotel."

The assistant stepped on the brakes and turned the steering wheel. The car skidded slightly because of the rain. Seeing Feng Ziyan's body tilting slightly to the side, the assistant's heart almost stopped beating. Luckily, Feng Ziyan only slightly frowned and did not have much reaction.

The direction of Longquan Hotel and Feng Ying Media was completely opposite. If they had gone to Longquan Hotel after crossing the bridge, they would have arrived a long time ago. In the end, the assistant drove for nearly half an hour before arriving. Feng Ziyan got out of the car and looked at the assistant with his gloomy eyes.