Florence, inside the MG Group’s seven-star hotel.
Andreo Fanta had just finished showering when there was a knock at the door.
Presumably Cidro Borja picked up Ciri.
Andreo Fanta, wearing only a bath towel around his lower half and no shirt, strides out and heads straight for the door.
When the door opened, there was a tall, attractive woman outside.
“Hello, President Andreo.”
The woman in front of him is none other than Nevada Bernardez, a second-tier artist who has just become popular some time ago.
What a coincidence that this is an artist signed under the MG Group.
Andreo Fanta frowned, “What are you doing here?”.
Nevada Bernardez gazed pink-eyed at Andreo Fanta’s perfect abs and mermaid line, resisted the urge to touch them, swallowed and said, “President Andreo has forgotten that I’ve been shooting in Florence. President Andreo has forgotten?”
Andreo Fanta looked at her coldly and went to the presidential suite to get dressed. “I’m not interested in your itinerary, I just want to know who told you I was in this room.”
“Er … is this important? President Andreo, why didn’t you tell me you were in Florence on business, you’ve been here for days, haven’t you?”
Andreo Fanta snarled, without even looking at her, “Do I have to tell you where I’m going?”
Nevada Bernardez bit her lip, a little aggrieved, but still refusing to give up, knowing that Andreo Fanta was a big iceberg that was hard to chew, but if she took her chance tonight, she could cross the street at MG Group and in the entertainment industry.
“President Andreo … people don’t care about you? I’m afraid you will be bored and lonely if you come just for business, so…”
“No need, get out of here.”
Andreo Fanta’s voice was quite stern as he put on his bathrobe and meticulously tied his shoelaces.
Instead of backing away, Nevada Bernardez rushed forward and wrapped his arms around Andreo Fanta’s waist from behind, and the latter frowned.
“Nevada Bernardez, if you don’t want to be released from the MG contract, you will release my hand immediately.”
Nevada Bernardez’s little face turned white with fear and she let go of his hand.
“President Andreo …”
“Get the hell out of here, if you don’t, the Ocean’s Crossing team will warn you tonight and change the female lead.”
Andreo Fanta’s expression was cold, serious and warning.
Nevada Bernardez clenched his fist, twisted his thin waist reluctantly, but still put up a good posture and said, “So President Andreo good night oh, good dreams.”
Nevada Bernardez had just left the room when Ciri Garzón and Cidro Borja approached.
Ciri Garzón meets Nevada Bernardez’s eyes for a second as she brushes against him.
Nevada Bernardez, who did not know Ciri Garzon and was not familiar with Cidro Borja, just thought that Ciri Garzon had recognized her as a certain actress, and hurried out of the hotel at higher speed.
Ciri Garzón looked at the open presidential suite not far away, hummed lightly and scoffed, “Cidro Borja, since when did Mr. Andreo like that kind of tone? Why didn’t I know that.”
“This …”
Cidro Borja rubbed his nose, not daring to pick on Ciri Garzón, and said with a smile, “It must be the hotel manager, who knows that Mr. Andreo definitely doesn’t like it, and don’t you know better than anyone the tone Mr. Andreo likes?”
Ciri Garzón pulled at the corners of her lips in disbelief.
Cidro Borja accompanied carefully: “Miss Ciri, this way”.
As soon as Ciri Garzón entered the presidential suite, she said sarcastically, “Mr. Andreo is in a good mood, so he’s even showered after a night out with a starlet?”
Andreo Fanta pursed his thin lips and looked at Cidro Borja: “Go and rest.”
“Well, Mr. Andreo.”
Cidro Borja had just turned around to leave the powder keg when his little aunt shouted, “Wait.”
“What else does Miss Ciri want?”
Ciri Garzón took one look at the room and said, “I don’t like this room, get me a new one.”
Cidro Borja feels like he has a knife in his neck, he can’t get up, he can’t get down, it’s not good to offend anyone, “This …”
Ciri Garzon’s watery eyes twinkled, calculating, “Mr. Andreo said he would agree to anything if I went back to Ciudad del Rey with him, he wouldn’t even deny me something so trivial, would he?”
Cidro Borja is even more difficult, this … Mr. Andreo has said, it can not be a self-inflicted slap in the face, right?
Cidro Borja looked to Andreo Fanta for help, who looked at the small woman beside him with a deep, soft gaze and said in a deep voice, “Which room do you want to stay in, I’ll walk you there.”
“…”
Ciri Garzón gritted her teeth: “Forget it, I’m too lazy to move, let it be this one.”
After Andreo Fanta signaled Cidro Borja to leave, Ciri Garzón took the snow boots off her feet, picked up a clean apple from the table and took a big bite, leaning back on the big, fluffy sofa, crossing her feet on the coffee table, her white, slender ankles bent, swaying quietly, contemplating the open television without giving a single glance. Andreo Fanta.
Andreo Fanta also seems to be accustomed to this type of treatment.
At the sight of her bare feet, she frowned slightly, “Why aren’t you wearing socks on such a cold day?”
Ciri Garzón replied nonchalantly, “Oh, I was already in bed when I came, I didn’t want to come tonight if Cidro Borja hadn’t begged me, and I heard that you would fire him if I didn’t come.”
“I’m not going to fire him.”
Ciri Garzón’s expression was cold, her eyes fixed on Audrey Hepburn on the television, “So he lied to me, such a lame excuse, next time he uses it, you’ll fire him.”
Her feet were white and thin, the veins barely visible on the backs of her feet, and her snow-white toes, which wore several toe rings, wiggled restlessly, and Andreo Fanta did not like such a frivolous Ciri Garzon.
I knew it was mostly a deliberate attempt to annoy him.
Andreo Fanta took a deep breath and walked over to her, half kneeling on the edge of the couch with his long legs, grabbed her ankle and removed all the rings from her feet.
“You don’t mind carrying so much?”
Ciri Garzón was very happy: “I like it”.
“Well, go take a shower, it’s late.”
Ciri Garzón ignored him: “I don’t want to wash it”.
“Then I’ll take you to the wash?”
“…”
Ciri Garzón pushes the apple, of which she has eaten a few bites, straight into Andreo Fanta’s hand. “If your mouth is empty, eat the apple and don’t talk to me, just because I agreed to come back to you doesn’t mean I want to communicate with you.”
Andreo Fanta looked at the dirty apple he was chewing on in his hand, the lump in his throat slipped, he took a bite of the apple, stood up and reached up to stroke her head, Ciri Garzon was still resisting, but Andreo Fanta was used to being teased like that, and silently walked to the desk to the side and opened his computer to work.
Ciri Garzón is a night owl who loves to watch movies, both literary and commercially very far-fetched. When Andreo Fanta is at work, Ciri Garzón bites into her potato chips and turns up the TV, mostly to watch comedies and laugh like a fool.
Andreo Fanta is so committed to his work that although he has a good tolerance with Ciri Garzón, he is a human being, and while one is a human being there are limits of tolerance, “Ciri, lower your voice”.
For a long moment, Ciri Garzón responded with an indifferent “Oh”.