She was accustomed to Song Tiantian's submissiveness to her, how could she allow her to be arrogant in front of her?

The smoke of the war between the two was silent.

This meal, Song Dumping ate very badly.

Song Anqi spoke coldly from time to time, and those leaders poured wine on her when they seized the opportunity, and it was a liquor with a higher degree, she didn't drink it, and she didn't drink it.

Just when Song Tilt drank the fifth cup, he was already a little dizzy.

No, I can't continue to carry it hard.

Song poured herself half a glass of mineral water, and every time someone toasted her, she first took a small sip, and then took advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, picked up the glass without leaving a trace, and spit out the wine into the water.

Just when she put down the cup, suddenly, there was an extra man beside her.

"Miss Song, hello."

Song Tiantian looked to the side suspiciously, it was an obese middle-aged man, wearing a loose T-shirt and jeans, with an obscene look.

Song Tiantian lost his good feelings in an instant.

"Hello." She replied in a faint tone, then withdrew her gaze and looked down at her phone.

The man was hung aside, and his face was a little unbearable, he made a straight face, and reported to Song Tian's home, thinking that if she was interested, she shouldn't use this attitude to him,

"I'm the producer at the end of the competition, and I'm in charge of editing this piece." After speaking, his fat dirty hand still didn't move, and he shook it with a look on the hand that Song tilted on his lap.

In front of the public, it is a bit bold to be so blatant.

Song Tiantian sneered and pulled his hand back suddenly. Some drunken eyes stared at him disdainfully, "What's the matter, does an editor in charge of post-production want to have unspoken rules?" ”

Her voice was neither loud nor small, just enough for the man to hear.

She may have drunk a little too much, and she didn't pay attention to anything when she spoke, but she didn't expect that her casual words would actually make the man angry and leave?

Who can be infiltrated with this little patience?

Song Tiantian propped her head with her hands, muttered in her mouth, and when her thoughts eased down a little, she couldn't help but curse secretly in her heart.

He's an editor?!

Offended him, damn it, he wouldn't cut her later footage to nothing, would he?

Song tilted, tell you to talk fast!

Song Tiantian patted his head in annoyance, and there was a vague bad premonition in his heart.

*

After the dinner, there was no extra activity, because tomorrow was the press conference of the competition, and in order to make sure everyone could give their best shape, the dinner was dispersed, so I let go back and rest.

After drinking too much wine and feeling a little uncomfortable in his stomach, Song Tiantian supported his body and walked out of the restaurant.

Standing at the door of the lobby, the cool evening breeze was blowing in her face, which made her conscious a lot, she shrugged her shoulders, put her hands in her pockets, and took a step.

"Dumping?" A tentative voice sounded behind her, and Song tilted his back stiffened, and his steps stopped suddenly.

Qin Lang saw her stop and quickened his pace to catch up, and when he saw Song Tiantian's stunned face, his eyes were full of shock.

"Is it really you? Why haven't you contacted me when you came back? How long has it been since you came back? Qin Lang asked several questions in a row.