A crew member on set couldn’t help but sigh, "If they could be together, they’d be perfect."
"Stop dreaming! Even if Lin Rong’er and Li Jing got back together one day, they wouldn’t be possible." Lin Rong’er and Li Jing used to be a couple in the entertainment industry but broke up and now avoid each other like the plague.
"Why? I think they look quite compatible!"
"Compatible or not, someone’s already spoken for."
"What? Who’s already spoken for?"
"Wow, you’re really out of the loop. Don’t you know who Cheng Ying’s fiancé is? He’s a giant in the IT world; just a flick of his finger can shake the entire industry!"
After shooting the swimming pool scene, Ouyang Hao glanced at his watch, raised an eyebrow, tossed his suit aside, and prepared to leave.
The director, seeing this, hurriedly called out to him. Only the final scene was left; finishing it in one go would save a considerable amount of money.
Ouyang Hao lifted his eyelid casually, "Really? Sorry, I already have plans with friends and cannot break the arrangement. Besides, I have this good habit of never working overtime."
Saying this, he ignored the director’s livid expression and sauntered off.
The red sports car dashed through the nightshade like a cheetah, attracting countless gazes before it finally drove into a standalone villa on the outskirts of the city.
Actually, Ouyang Hao wasn’t lying; he did have an appointment tonight. He hadn’t even walked into the game room yet when he heard teasing laughter coming from inside.
Seeing no female companion beside Ouyang Hao, a pretty boy inside couldn’t help but tease, "Oh, is it going to rain red tonight? Our charming and dashing Second Young Master Ouyang is alone?"
"I’ve been living a more refined life lately, so what?" Ouyang Hao squinted at him meaningfully and sneered at the pretty boy’s female companion, "You have Lili today, Wanwan tomorrow, aren’t you afraid of kidney issues?"
The others present showed no unusual expression, as if this situation was nothing new, and Ouyang Hao was also impervious to it.
Patting the pretty boy’s shoulder impatiently, he said, "If you want to get busy, take it upstairs. Don’t hog the space and do nothing. Tonight, I’m going for a killing spree!"
Luckily, the pretty boy was still somewhat sober at this moment and sensibly vacated the spot, taking his companion upstairs.
The man across the table smiled and teased, "Seeing Mu Chen so impatient, he’s worse than a young lad."
"What do you know? He’s just desperate." Ouyang Hao sneered, lighting a cigarette and holding it in his mouth.
Mu Chen’s female companion left an impression on him; there had been rumors of her being kept as a mistress flying around recently, making her hard to forget. Such a woman must have been with countless men, just thinking about it made him uncomfortable. He wondered how Mu Chen could stand it.
Ouyang Hao didn’t know what bad luck hit him tonight; his luck at cards was terrible, and by the end of the game, he lost a sports car to one of his childhood friends.
As the game broke up, one of his childhood friends couldn’t resist teasing him, "You were so unlucky tonight, could it be that you’re losing in gambling but winning in love?"
Ouyang Hao snorted coldly, and suddenly, a thin, pale face flashed in his mind unexpectedly.
With a glint in his eyes, he said to everyone, "How about going to my place for a couple of drinks?"