Return to the City: The Strongest King-Chapter 1865 - 1775: Predetermined _5

But the great director was still beside them, leering at the female artist striking seductive poses.

Outside, there were still many people waiting in line.

Song Xiaodong had to endure it, while Xiao Yingying looked smug, taking revenge on Song Xiaodong.

"You little girl, just you wait!" Song Xiaodong thought angrily.

Seeing Song Xiaodong’s pained expression, Xiao Yingying looked even more pleased.

Song Xiaodong had no choice but to grab Xiao Yingying’s hand.

Suddenly, Song Xiaodong thought of a way to respond.

Song Xiaodong placed one hand on Xiao Yingying’s knee, which was crossed over, trying to put her raised leg down.

As the legs opened, Xiao Yingying’s secret was exposed underneath.

Xiao Yingying immediately grew tense, lowering her head, clamping her legs together tightly, and glaring at Song Xiaodong angrily.

Now it was Song Xiaodong’s turn to feel smug, nodding with satisfaction.

The great director sitting beside them didn’t notice the little movements between Song Xiaodong and Xiao Yingying under the table.

"Director Zhang, excuse me, I’ll be right back."

Unable to bear the harassment, Xiao Yingying stood up and, saying a word to the great director, dragged Song Xiaodong away.

In the bathroom stall, the two conducted a cordial and friendly negotiation once again, discussing the "compliance" issue intensely and systematically, with both sides having wins and losses. In the end, Song Xiaodong gained the upper hand with an overwhelming stance, leaving Xiao Yingying blushing and stammering, her clothes disheveled and her whole body trembling.

Then the two of them returned to see the great director.

The great director was still auditioning, and his dedication to his work was admirable.

The great director turned around and noticed something unusual. Xiao Yingying’s face was flushed, her blazer was wrinkled from being crumpled, and her hair was more disheveled, as if blown by the wind.

Actually, Song Xiaodong had been pulling her hair.

"The great director is really meticulous about casting!" Xiao Yingying flattered the great director.

"Hahaha, being meticulous is good; after all, the lead actress is the soul of the drama, can’t be careless!"

The two sat down beside the great director again.

The great director was somewhat puzzled—why was President Xiao’s hair getting messier, and her clothes more wrinkled?

When Xiao Yingying sat down, she didn’t look at the actresses but rather at Song Xiaodong.

Song Xiaodong entered a sage-like calm state, gazing at the actresses’ bodies with a heart as still as water, seeing them all as mere mortals.

But in Xiao Yingying’s eyes, there was a trickling stream.

As expected, not long after, Xiao Yingying started to tease Song Xiaodong again.

Above the table, the two sat upright and proper, while below the table, they were extremely improper.

The first two moves were initiated by Song Xiaodong, but the third was initiated by Xiao Yingying.

Under Song Xiaodong’s overwhelming attack, as fierce as a sudden storm, Xiao Yingying’s inner passion was finally kindled.

"Director, we’re stepping out for a bit!"

The two resumed bilateral talks on the issue of "calling Daddy," engaging in a long and arduous dialogue, exchanging views candidly. Eventually, both reached their limits, achieving a rare win-win situation.

When they saw the great director for the third time, he finally understood what was happening.

Xiao Yingying’s bra was loosened, her tight blazer’s buttons had been torn off, her hair was messily tucked behind her ears, and she couldn’t stand straight with her legs tightly clamped together. Her whole body leaned against Song Xiaodong, her face red, her breath erratic.

"Director, did you find any promising candidates?" Xiao Yingying asked.

"There are a few good ones, but I’m not sure yet; I’ll think it over when I get back." The great director glanced up and down at Xiao Yingying as he spoke.

The director bid farewell to Xiao Yingying and Song Xiaodong.

Song Xiaodong took Xiao Yingying home.

Xiao Yingying returned without even greeting her sisters, heading straight for the bathroom.

However, the sharp-eyed Sun Yiyi immediately noticed that Xiao Yingying was back.

"Hey, Yingying’s back! Where are you running off to? What’s the rush?" Sun Yiyi chuckled and wrapped her arms around Xiao Yingying.

"Sister Yiyi, stop it, I need to take a shower."

"Why the hurry to shower? Let me see!" Sun Yiyi released Xiao Yingying and twisted her waist a few times, observing that besides a few wrinkles in her clothes and slightly messy hair, there were no other changes.

"Nothing seems different, really? I guess the big bad wolf couldn’t hold back!" Sun Yiyi didn’t need to guess what had happened.