Chapter 14 I never thought of being a mistress, but I still have too few good days. ...

Li Su followed Zheng Ting into his office.

The glass door was closed, and the pleated curtain was not drawn, so one could see clearly inside from the outside. Of course, it could not block out any shouting.

Li Su looked at General Zheng, who was sitting at the tea table, only an arm's length away from her. Soft eyebrows, regular facial features, and an ordinary look, not outstanding.

Li Su, who studied editing and directing, felt that General Zheng's appearance was ordinary. What was more outstanding was probably the sense of relaxation brought to him by his relatively free wealth, which made him approachable, easy-going and friendly.

Erasing the natural sensitivity of men made it easier for him to receive those in lower positions calmly and respectfully, without being arrogant or judgmental.

Zheng Ting poured Li Su a cup of tea. He smiled at Li Su gently and asked her, "Why don't you want to do business?"

Direct enough.

Li Su smiled awkwardly, "My mom said that I have not had good eyesight since I was young. I am dumb but hardworking. She was afraid that I would do things like 'the boss picks up the dishes, I turn the table', 'the boss is thirsty, I pass the steamed bun'... To make a living, it is safer to work behind the scenes!"

Li Su chatted, picked up the tea and took a sip. After drinking it, he realized it belatedly and acted dumbfounded.

"Oh, I just finished speaking!" Li Su put down the teacup in fear and apologized stiffly: "Mr. Zheng, I'm so sorry, why do you have to wash the cup and pour tea for me! It's my turn..."

Zheng Ting seemed to be amused by Li Su's affectation. He smiled lightly and waved his hand, looking nonchalant.

"That's fine. I am happy to do it." Obviously, Zheng Ting probably didn't believe even a single punctuation mark of Li Su's words.

"You can rest assured. You are responsible for the project negotiation. You will professionally introduce the highlights of our project, sell the selling points, and connect with the market."

"I believe you can do it well because you have a real passion for the project. You hope it will have a good ending, and you will go all out."

"As for the interactions at the wine table and dinner, other people will be responsible for it. I will accompany you to the occasions where you are required to attend. I promise: no one will bully you."

Zheng Ting's every word was unexpectedly sincere. Li Su listened quietly for a long time, then she picked up the tea again and took a sip carefully.

The strong fragrance rolled through her mouth, leaving a lingering aftertaste, and her heart became refreshed.

Li Su put down the teacup and looked at Zheng Ting again. Her eyes were clean, like a dust-free bodhi platform.

Since euphemisms were ineffective, Li Su said bluntly: "Mr. Zheng, thank you for liking me, but I am not interested in doing business or being a mistress. It's better to stop."

Zheng Ting looked at Li Su and his smile deepened.

Zheng Ting found Li Su, who played along with the occasion, Li Su, who was quiet but not competitive, and Li Su, who was sarcastic and aggressive, very interesting.

He saw youth, fearlessness and brightness in Li Su, which was exactly the vitality he had lost.

Zheng Ting still looked indifferent, "I just think you have the conditions to stand out from the crowd and be remembered. - I believe you can, and you should give yourself a chance to stand out and become the only one. Stop being a supporting role."

Lu Jiayi had just said this to Li Su the day before.

It seems that everyone thinks so: to fight, to prove yourself, to reach the highest place. Shining and attracting everyone's attention, this is the way everyone should go.

However, Li Su has never been such a person since she was a child.

She likes the place under the stage where the light cannot reach. The dark is safe. She can applaud and cheer, or leave without a trace. - She has more room for choice, to be herself.

"Boss Zheng, we haven't had enough good days." Li Su waved her hands with a grin, and said confidently: "Fate has knocked me down, only to make me realize that it is more comfortable to lie down and play with my phone."

...

His stubborn and stubborn look is simply shameless!

But looking at Li Su's gentle and playful smile, like a domesticated wild horse, seemingly obedient in every way, but unable to erase the natural unruly nature, I still like her.

Zheng Ting: "Then continue to be a screenwriter. I won't transfer you to other project teams."

Li Su's movements froze, she looked at Zheng Ting and smiled very slowly.

With confidence that he had won, Zheng Ting said calmly: "After finishing writing this script, how about switching to the business of this project? Your work and all the fate are in your hands."

How about it? Li Su couldn't help but sighed: "Boss Zheng, you are really good at persuasion."

Zheng Ting smiled, leaned over to refill Li Su's cup of tea, and said helplessly: "Then please consider it again, okay? Don't reject me."

The smile on Li Su's lips was very faint. She looked at the teacup, which was Zheng Ting's concession and initiative, again and again.

Li Su's heart gradually grew sad. Sadness that all these seemingly proud things were failures.

——She was not so self-righteous as to think that her strength was strong enough to make a boss invite her humbly.

She remembered clearly that every year of internship and every time she interviewed for a screenwriter, she often encountered setbacks and was told by different "Tian Xin": You have no talent.

So at this moment, facing Zheng Ting's concession, she would not deceive herself into thinking that she had finally met a confidant and that she could finally show her skills here.

The truth is, the truth is just-because of what Tian Xin said: Boss Zheng likes you.

Zheng Ting's good temper comes from a man's pursuit of a woman. He is very patient and perhaps also enjoying the process of winning her over.

It was all because she was in her prime, and her beauty could be clearly marked with a price.

What a pity. Zheng Ting didn't listen to her words.

"Mr. Zheng, your wedding ring is very..." Li Su had just opened her mouth after refusal, when her cell phone rang suddenly.

"Buzz-buzz-" Li Su glanced at the caller ID, hesitated for a while, and hung up.

The timing of hanging up the phone was just the right pause.

Zheng Ting leaned back half an inch calmly, his hands on the armrest of the sofa, his open posture, with the certainty of pinching his fingers on his fate.

He was smiling, a calm and calm smile.

How annoying. Li Su frowned, trying to pick up the unfinished words just now and hold on. "I..."

"Buzz-buzz-" The sound of the phone ringing interrupted her again.

Being constantly braked and stepped on to answer, Li Su couldn't tell who she was dissatisfied with. She picked up the phone silently and saw that it was still the call just now.

Li Su used some force on her fingertips and hung up heavily. She didn't even dare to relax, and continued to look at the screen, waiting to confirm that the other party had given up, or...

"Buzz-buzz-" The screen lit up again, and the phone rang unyieldingly, revealing the stubbornness of hitting the south wall.

Obviously, being rejected was not the answer the other party wanted.

Many things would not stop until she agreed.

Li Su subconsciously looked at Zheng Ting.

The cold tea fragrance was almost frozen, and dust particles fluttered in the bright yellow light.

Half of Zheng Ting's face was so bright that it was distorted. He noticed the sight and looked over. He raised his right hand and made a "please" gesture. He stood up, nodded slightly, and smiled at Li Su in a gentlemanly way.

"Don't worry." Zheng Ting's tone was very gentle and soft.

It was like an arrow shot at the heart, but deliberately deviated two inches.

It penetrated through Li Su's calm appearance and touched the irritability in Li Su's heart.

It turns out that true maturity is different from imitation maturity.

Those angry emotions turned into sand, leaking from the tightly clenched palms and gradually digested.

Li Su inexplicably remembered what Tian Xingang had just said to her. A sentence that she would agree with when she calmed down: "Beauty is also a kind of capital, just like writing ability and creative talent, regardless of high or low."

Li Su suddenly realized her emotions and finally understood her anger: she was dissatisfied with everyone's lingering on her beauty. In the final analysis, she was angry at her mediocrity in writing.

Beauty is never a sin.

At this moment, she strangely let go of the confrontation and felt relieved.

By better disguising, one can be completely respectable.

Li Su's shoulders relaxed slightly, and her gaze towards Zheng Ting was no longer sharp and defensive. She smiled, as if she was strong enough to no longer be afraid of being stared at or tempted. There was no escape or denial.

"Yeah." This was Li Su's response.

"Answer it." Zheng Ting walked towards the desk, and at a distance, he looked at the message on his phone, looking evasive.

Li Su breathed a sigh of relief and pressed the answer button.

The first thing that rushed into her ears was a deafening cry, the heart-wrenching howl of a little girl, as if to break one's eardrum.

It was a roar of revenge, it was a punishment.

The one crying on the opposite side was Li Su's 3 and a half-year-old sister, Li Le, who was born to her mother at the age of 41 and was 19 years younger than her.

Li Su could imagine that at this moment, Li Le should be occupying a corner, clenching his fists, and venting his anger to his mother Liang Jing on the opposite side with all his strength.

Crazy.

Li Su quietly moved the microphone further away and lowered the volume.

Mother Liang Jing said in despair: "Your sister is here to collect debts. She is used to torturing people! She starts crying and making a fuss when she doesn't get what she wants. It's endless. I can't hit her. I'm really going to collapse!"

Li Su exhaled deeply, rubbed her temples and said helplessly: "Mom, I'm at work."

"It's just a 3,000 yuan job. What's there to be afraid of?" Liang Jing choked back coldly, saying in a disdainful tone: "You still hold her tightly like a treasure. Do you have any future?"

So she called me willfully as she pleased, just on purpose.

Li Su paused for a long time before she remembered to breathe. She couldn't help but laugh at herself, but she couldn't refute it.

"Why don't you think about how to deal with your sister?" Liang Jing's voice gradually faded away. She turned the phone towards Li Le and had to shout: "Le Le, don't cry. Come on, tell your sister what you want to do!"

This was to ask Li Su to settle the lawsuit again. Li Su didn't say anything, but felt tired in her heart.

The crying, the sky was still full of crying. There was no sign of stopping.

Li Su couldn't help but smile when she heard that Li Le on the other end of the phone had no intention of getting closer.

Not close means not close. When Li Le was born, she had already gone to college. The two sisters didn't spend much time together. Except for having the same parents, they were actually very unfamiliar with each

other. This was nothing, except that their parents were not satisfied with their unfamiliarity.

Sister...sister...another cute face appeared in her mind, a face covered with blood.

Like an overloaded sponge, when it was lightly pressed, layers of fear seeped out. Li Su's fingertips softened and she almost couldn't hold the phone.

"What a difficult little devil! Okay, okay, just don't say anything! Cry, cry!" Liang Jing took the phone back impatiently, and found that Li Su on the other end of the phone was still silent, and she couldn't help but resist. "Why don't you speak?"

What to say? Oh, mom should be looking forward to her praise.

Even if Li Le didn't listen, she should persevere in persuading: "Li Le, don't cry, mom is taking care of you very hard, you should be more sensible, apologize to mom quickly, and hug mom."

Li Su: "Summer vacation will be over soon, just wait until school starts."

"Ha." Liang Jing sneered. Faced with Li Su's excessive calmness, she stopped complaining about her hard work, but changed her tone and asked Li Su: "You are angry with me, right? You think I shouldn't call you, you think I'm inappropriate, you only talk about family matters, and you don't make sense."

"No." Li Su denied subconsciously, very quickly, as if instinctively.

"You can't lie to me," she said a few words, "You like your father, your father respects you in everything, and doesn't let me say anything harsh to you, but I'm your mother, can I hurt you? Honest words are just unpleasant to the ear, mom will tell you a few words from the heart today."

The earnest tone, suddenly laid out, like the drumbeat before the opening of a drama, making people feel uneasy.

In fact, especially after that incident, Li Su always quietly avoided opening up to her mother. She was afraid of being brought up, any old accounts.

Li Su subconsciously glanced at Zheng Ting, picked up the teacup, and drank it all in one gulp. The cold tea was piercing, which made her mind sober up.

No! Li Su made up her mind that she must stop her mother from speaking.