Chapter 573: Anger Turns Beauty Into a Beauty (3)
Song Qingchun retracted his hand that was still in the air and stood there for two seconds. He was not at all annoyed by the man's ignorance and arrogance. He turned around with the same impeccable expression on his face. Friendly smile: "Mr. Yang, can we start the interview now?"
Yang Mingxing, just like before, turned a deaf ear to Song Qingchun's words. He idly pressed the call bell, picked up the drink list on the table, leaned on the sofa, crossed his legs and read through it.
Song Qingchun had long been accustomed to the arrogance of some people in the entertainment industry. She looked calm as if nothing had happened. She walked to the sofa with slow steps and found a seat that was not close to Ming Yang and not too far away. He sat down and took out the voice recorder he carried with him and the questions he wanted to interview.
Yang Mingxing ordered a bottle of foreign wine and a fruit plate.
After everything was loaded, Song Qingchun asked for the third time: "Mr. Yang, can we start now?"
"No rush." Yang Mingxing answered the question this time. He sat upright, picked up the foreign wine on the table, poured some into the two glasses placed by the waiter, and then placed one of the wine glasses on Song Qingchun. In front of him, he picked up the remaining one, raised it to Song Qingchun, and said, "Let's drink two glasses first."
In high school, Song Menghua and Song Cheng often told her not to drink with strangers, so over the years, Song Qingchun would drink, but only when she was depressed and attending some banquets.
She stared at the glass of wine placed in front of her by Mingxing Yang for two seconds, then a bright smile appeared on her face: "Sorry, Mr. Yang, I don't know how to drink."
Yang Mingxing raised his eyebrows, without forcing it, he raised his head directly, drank the glass of wine in his hand, poured himself another glass of wine, shook it in his hand, and stared at Song Qingchun. After looking at his little face for a moment, he said, "Shall we start?"
"Okay, Mr. Yang." Song Qingchun smiled slightly and stretched out her hand to turn on the recorder. But before she pressed the switch, Mingxing Yang suddenly reached out and took the recorder away from her hand. Song Qingchun raised his head in confusion. Yang Mingxing turned the recording pen around, took a sip of wine and said, "I don't like recording. If you have any questions, just ask them. Just record them with a pen."
Things are pressing!
Song Qingchun cursed in his heart and agreed with a smile: "Okay, Mr. Yang."
As he spoke, Song Qingchun bit his pen, lowered his head and looked at the first question on the question card, and then said, "Mr. Yang, what do you think of the excellent results of your latest TV series? "
Yang Mingxing pretended to tilt his head and thought for a while, then answered Song Qingchun's question seriously.
Song Qingchun followed his words and quickly took a pen to record in his notebook.
After drinking half of the foreign wine, Song Qingchun had almost asked the questions. He bit his pen and looked at the last two questions. Then he chose a more revealing question first and asked: "Mr. Yang, we have just asked After talking so much about your work, can I ask you a personal question?"
Song Qingchun waited until Mingxing Yang nodded, and then continued: "Not long ago, someone spread a rumor on the Internet that something good is coming for you. Is this true? Are you planning to get married this year?"