Chapter 811: The Dark and Lonely Boy and His Red and White Rose? (57)

Chapter 811: The Dark and Lonely Boy and His Red and White Rose? (57)

The Dark and Lonely Boy and His Red and White Rose? (Fifty-seven)

"You are quite good at operations."

The person who said this was Wu Ge, and the person he was praising was naturally Song Ning, who was concentrating on operating the tablet.

They were in Lance's rental house. On the table in the living room stood a bouquet of white carnations, emitting a light and elegant fragrance.

In addition, there were several opened take-out boxes, and the breakfast inside was almost cold.

This is the breakfast brought from Angkor.

However, Song Ning and Lance had eaten a little first, so it was actually Wu Ge who was eating alone, and the portion seemed a bit too much.

Hearing Wu Ge's praise, Song Ning continued to look at the tablet on his jeans without looking up.

Wu Ge ate the last soup dumpling, burped with difficulty, and shouted that he couldn't eat any more.

"Next time I should give you a call and ask before buying. I made a mistake today."

He took a sip of water and swallowed the soup dumpling with difficulty. "Song Ning, you are a practical person, but you don't like to communicate, which is not good. I wonder if you want to change your career to be a manager in the future. It's not good to be too quiet."

Song Ning listened to his words but still refused to look up.

In fact, it’s not that he didn’t want to look up, but even if he lowered his head, he could still feel a probing gaze falling on him from a distance.

There was no need to guess who the owner of that gaze was. Song Ning hadn't made eye contact with Lance for two days.

He admitted that he did it on purpose, he was avoiding Lance on purpose.

Wu Ge had no idea about this. Seeing that Song Ning still didn't reply, he inevitably felt a little embarrassed. He simply turned his head and said to Lance who was drinking black coffee, "You think so too, right? You have gained a lot of fans in the past few days. The company didn't help much. It was all up to Song Ning to operate it."

Lance put down the almost finished black coffee and looked in the direction of the person who had been avoiding his gaze.

"Well, it's really thanks to him that I can run the business. Without him, I wouldn't be where I am today. I think I should pick a time to treat him to a formal meal. What do you think, Wu Ge?"

When Song Ning heard these words, his already confused heart became even more confused. He couldn't focus his eyes on the tablet spread out on his knees. He couldn't help but prick up his ears.

After hearing what Lance said, Angkor actually thought about it seriously.

"To be honest, you should really treat him to a meal. To be honest, Song Ning really helped you a lot."

There is another sentence that Wu Ge is too embarrassed to say out loud and can only think silently in his heart.

Song Ning didn't just help a lot, he was more like Lance's agent than himself.

Thinking of this, Angkor felt a little guilty for a rare moment.

To be honest, he is not a very competent agent. It was Song Ning who reminded him several times before he figured out how to deal with it.

What nonsense is Angkor talking about?

Song Ning was about to refute, but met Lance's slightly inquiring gaze.

"Since Wu Ge has said so, I wonder if you, Song Ning, can do me a favor?"

He curled up the corners of his mouth slightly with a smile, sat on the sofa and made a gentleman's invitation.

Song Ning had a blank expression on his face, but his heart was beating wildly.

How can this man do even this simple action so tastefully?

And Lance really seemed to want to treat him to a meal. Was he crazy or was this world crazy?

Song Ning was extremely moved, but refused.

He lowered his head, blending into the sofa with a gloomy aura, and his tone was stiff.

"What's the point of asking for this? It's just what I should do as an assistant."

Now even Angkor noticed something was wrong.

He looked at Song Ning with surprise, "What you said is a bit unfair to yourself. You have done a lot of things that are not what an assistant should do. Even if it were other artists, not to mention eating, you should also get a bonus."

He suddenly said "Oh", "You don't want the bonus but not the food, do you? I can't tell the truth. It depends on how Lance arranges it. But to be fair, he doesn't have much money now, and he can't spend as much as those big-name artists."

Lance sighed at the right time, "I see, that's why you don't want me to treat you to a meal."

Song Ning was dumbfounded and a little flustered, "That's not what I meant..."

Wu Ge waved his hands and said, "I understand. It's understandable. Our team still needs to get used to each other. Just say whatever you want to say. It's better to say it now than to have a conflict later."

But he really didn't mean that. Song Ning's covered eyebrows were full of panic.

But before he could explain, Angkor seemed ready to crucify him for this.

Song Ning was anxious. He didn't care what other people thought or said. It was okay even if Wu Ge thought he had a bad temper, but he didn't want Lance to misunderstand him.

Even if, even if he really was like a despicable guy from the gutter, he still hoped that he would show his best side in front of Lance.

Wu Ge was still talking, "Our current team is actually in the best period of running-in. At this time, Lance has just seized a small opportunity. Although it has not yet become a big hit, it has a promising future."

"The three of us will probably be working together for a long time in the future, so if we really have any different ideas or opinions, we can talk about them clearly now."

"People are like this. When they are together, they are more tolerant of each other. Now let's put the ugly words out in front of everyone so that everyone can accept it more."

"Brother Wu, you misunderstood. That's not what I meant."

He still thought he was speaking very well, but Song Ning looked up and finally interrupted him.

Wu Ge's words were stuck in his lips and he was a little slow to react.

"what?"

Song Ning bit his lower lip, without looking at Lance's expression, and just explained it again.

"I didn't mean that. I just felt..."

He hesitated for a moment, and after noticing Lance's gaze, his voice inexplicably became much softer, "I just feel that this credit is not mine alone. I really just did the little things that I should do. What I did was actually not of much help to Brother Lance. There's really nothing good enough for him to treat me to a meal."

Song Ning felt that he had explained it clearly enough. Should Lance understand what he meant this time?

But when he looked up, he saw the stunned Wu Ge and Lance with a complicated expression. Song Ning was at a loss. Was what he said difficult to understand?

Wu Ge understood the meaning of Song Ning's words with difficulty. Oh my god, what's the difference between this and an ordinary person running up to the boss and saying, "Boss, I come to work for you voluntarily, I don't want any salary"?

His tone was extremely complicated. "To be honest, before you said that, I thought Lance should treat you to a meal. But now that you said that, I think Lance should kowtow to you."