Chapter 4

"Sister, Xiaoxin is too ignorant and bothers you to accompany her. Thanks to her little appearance, it doesn't affect the overall impression. In addition, people set up silly white sweet, otherwise it will really drag down the hard work of sister and brother Gu."

The second daughter, Song Yu, sat in the chair next to Nanxi and handed over the caramel macchiato bought by the client with both hands. I've inquired about Nanxi's preferences for a long time. On the day when I go to the theatre most, I bribe the people who send boxed meals, all of whom come close to each other's preferences. Facts have proved that the shares are not at a loss. Nanxi introduced a front-line endorsement a few days ago.

Nanxi raised her hand and refused: "thank you. Recently, in sugar control, Milan will have to wear the s-backless clothes of do family next month."

"Ah, I really envy my sister. There are many resources."

Song Yu unconsciously showed some bitterness of true feelings, and Nanxi gently patted her shoulder. Although understand each other's original intention to comfort, but my heart is more sour.

"Song Yu, you play it all over and let Pan Pan learn."

He Dao was irritable and called. He personally raised the point no less than ten times in an afternoon, and the other party's level was not good. Even if you cram for it temporarily, it won't be so bad!

Song Yu returned to her senses and her eyes flashed a few flusters. People who bring money into the group are the most troublesome, because they may pull investment to each other's house at any time, which can't offend. But he Daojiao doesn't understand. How can she be virtuous and powerful. Refuse openly. He Dao will suffer even more.

"Hurry up, what's the ink? You can finish the work if you tangle again." he Dao's irritability value soared.

"Oh, good." Song Yuying, sobbing, the baby's heart is bitter. The baby should not be a pot bearer.

After the tangled nerves and Gu fan's performance, he daoneng's cold look cooled down a few degrees.

Gu fan was familiar with the first and second female masters. He took care of the two girls both inside and outside the play. He hurried before he Dao became angry and joked, "is Xiaoyu wilting in the sun? Cheer up."

Song Yu smiled gratefully at Gu fan, bowed to the waiting crowd and said, "I'm sorry, I was out of shape just now, which delayed everyone's time."

"It's all right. Do it again. Song Yu plays well. I hope you can see it clearly."

At the beginning of he Dao's order, all the staff were in place, but Yang Panpan's mouth aroused a strange smile.

Few of the people who can take root in the crew are fools. Most of them noticed it, but they didn't reveal it.

Huang Yi came to Nanxi's ear and said in a low voice, "people who have no ability and high heart are so annoying. You see, song Yucai made a mistake and quickly calmed everyone's mood. Yang Panpan made a mistake n times and didn't see her express any attitude, as if everyone owed her."

"Everyone has their own way of survival. Song Yu has no background, so she tries to be a peacemaker. Although it's bitter, it's stable, and Panpan is not as stable as her." Nanxi's fingers slide beside the caramel macchiato cup, and her hunger is aroused.

Huang Yi agrees with the concept of Nanxi. Over the years, she has seen all kinds of people in the entertainment circle. Yang Panpan, such a father fighting player, has always been linked to his father's state.

Nanxi stroked her broken hair behind her ears and looked at the sky that had pulled down the night. "Let's go. You go to the west street night market and buy me two ginseng fruits first, and then deal with the stinky tofu."

Huang Yi promised, "OK, I'll tell director he that you have other arrangements tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. If we don't come, we'll row back." she paused and lowered her voice: "who has time to accompany the eldest lady to performance classes every day."

Nanxi smiled with satisfaction: "it's hard for Huang Ma."

Huang Yi came to he Dao with small steps. He Dao screwed his eight character eyebrows and listened. Because there was no reason to refuse, he hesitated and agreed.

The night is destined to be a carnival for a group of people and a lonely person.

The morning lights were boiling. Their goddess invited her for a week. I haven't seen an idol who dotes on powder more than Nanxi. Huang Yi silently bears the result of losing the bet and promises not to bother Nanxi tomorrow.

"Xi Xi, you always tell me why the boss chose one?" anyway, it's not tomorrow. Continue to bother Nan Xi.

Nanxi glanced at Huang Yi. The round eyes on her small round face were shining. She looked like she didn't want to read well without answering.

"Will you go home after I finish?" it's determined in advance. Being half hearted is disrespect for your love of novels! Especially when you see the end, cherish every paragraph and every word.

Huang Yi nodded like mashing garlic.

Nanxi said patiently, "because he can't afford to gamble, it's better to get a quick return than a long-term risky investment. What if the whole week's return can't compare with the benefits of a single day?"

"How can it be! The boss has no eyes and doesn't look at the goods you endorse. Every time you put them on the shelves in the first three months, they will be empty within five hours." Huang Yi shook her small fist and held her grievance for Nanxi.

Nanxi was not very angry. He should say that he didn't care much at all. He smiled: "maybe he didn't trust himself and didn't believe in the good luck that fell out of thin air. It's rare to catch it once. How much can he get?"

Huang Yi sighed: "Hey, it's the same. Anyway, I don't believe I can win the lottery. I don't even have 5 yuan."

Nanxi's mind flew to the flying frost streamer sword on the table early and urged: "go home and sleep. Maybe you'll be lucky to patronize you tomorrow."

Huang Yi was sad: "plastic sisterhood, I'm not as good as this novel. If you like, let president Zhang talk about film and television copyright with the author. I think the novel is very popular, and the film and television designation is not at a loss."

After finishing the last word, she was ruthlessly pushed out of Nanxi's house, and the only response to her was "good night" and the heavy sound of closing the door.

Seeing off the noisy Huang Ma, Nanxi devotes herself to the novel fairy Xia world. In fact, just after 23 o'clock is not too late, but still insomnia all night, in order to make people tear their hearts and lungs. The male master cultivates supreme Kendo, and the female master conceals the serious illness that is not much in time. When the man challenged all his opponents, he missed the last time to see the woman.

So far, the magic sword was permanently sealed and buried with the female Lord. The male Lord abandoned the cultivation of Sword Fairy, and ended the rest of his life in the female Lord's hometown. No one knows who he is.

Just for the once agreed, when he won the first of the three worlds, he took back Shifu Liu's lightsaber and accompanied her to seclusion in the countryside.

Nanxi lay in bed, rubbing her crying swollen eyes and kicking her legs. She is crazy and angry. She really wants to send a blade to the author Feng Xiao. Why does she want this ending! Isn't happyanding good? Even if you live a happy life with the hostess!

Tossing in bed in the middle of the night, I can't sleep well. I relish the pain of the rising period of my career. I'm tired and sleepy, but I just can't sleep!

After a little patience, he didn't go to the microblog to complain about his dissatisfaction. He cut to the trumpet and used his two finger magic skill to press a thousand words to leave a message to Feng Xiao.

But it was more uncomfortable after the outbreak. It seemed that she couldn't think of any more suitable ending except this ending. Mr. Lu Xun once said that tragedy destroys the valuable things in life for people to see, and comedy tears the worthless things for people to see.

So tragedy strikes people's soul, ah.

With his bloodshot eyes open, he carried it until two o'clock in the afternoon. He finally fell asleep and was awakened by a burst of doorbell.

Wandering soul walked to the porch with messy hair and saw the harasser through the surveillance video. The other party bowed his head and stood humbly, but did he do anything with the word humbleness?

No, the doorbell didn't intend to stop.

This kind of situation is usually unclear through video. In case of disturbing neighbors, it is equivalent to trouble falling from the sky.

Clean up your hair, put it on the outside of the kit of pure cotton, open the door and ask, "what's up?"

The visitor was Gao Qiufeng, Secretary General of Zhang Yichen. The other party kept a low eyebrow and said irreverently, "good afternoon, young grandma. Today, the old lady came back from Santorini. The young master has gone to pick up the plane. You still have half an hour to prepare. Please hurry up."

Old lady? Zhang Yichen's mother is back? There seems to be something wrong.

Forget it! Looking back at my watch, I slept for less than 3 hours at 4:20. I was really sleepy. I should say, "I have something to do in the afternoon. After I'm busy, I'll visit the second old man immediately in the evening."

Pull the door to refuse customers. One hand first blocked the door frame and pulled the door several times. The other party insisted on not letting go.

She was convinced by Zhang Yichen's means of attracting people's hearts. She looked at Gao Qiufeng's determination, as if she had lost pain. Anyway, few people around her could be so indifferent.

But it's hard to be a pure girl in bloom. Is this what people do?

"The door lock of the old man's house can only identify four people. The young master and the old lady are not in. The cleaning mother Feng asks for sick leave to go back to her hometown. Please open the door first so that the chef and cleaners can enter. The young master said that the old lady can't get used to the food outside."

"How is it possible to lock the door," only four people were identified. Nanxi swallowed it back. What's wrong with her reaction. Zhang Yichen's parents are basically in China recently. What they go out is her mother.

As soon as the fierce expression turned to appreciation, he tiptoed and patted Gao Qiufeng on the shoulder: "it's good for Xiao Gao to do his duty so much. Next time, you don't have to use honorifics. Just say his mother and my mother."

Gao Qiufeng stepped back and avoided Nanxi's touch like a snake and scorpion. He said, "No."

OK! splendid! Nanxi laughed coldly and said, "let go, wait, I'll clean up."

"Yes."

Change into loose casual clothes and take the special bus sent by Zhang Yichen without powder. Parents are not like outsiders. The more deliberately they dress up, the more painful they make each other.

From her downtown apartment to her old villa, it took more than 40 minutes. Sleepy, with a bullying soul, she often couldn't bear too much pressure and disappeared.

Sitting on the mahogany sofa in the living room of the old house, staring at the busy people, Nanxi recalled the past.

She got married five years ago. Yes, she is very fashionable, creating a precedent of form marriage and hidden marriage that is only popular in recent years.

In her early years, her family engaged in real estate business. When she was 20 years old, the company had a big change. The third uncle, together with many elders, set up another door and bought the accountant to make false accounts before leaving. Several financial crimes were deducted. My father blocked all the sentences in order to protect others around him.

At that time, no matter how comprehensive the enterprise planning materials she prepared and how tempting the dividends were, all the aristocratic families she had made friends with showed a self-protection attitude and disappeared behind closed doors. Only Tian Yu of Zhang is willing to lend a helping hand, but his family has one condition, that is, she married Zhang Yichen.

For the second old man of Zhang Jia, it's better to choose the girl who grew up as a child than to wait for Zhang Yichen to bring back a girl whose origin is unknown and worry blindly in her old age. At least know the root, and like it very much.

Zhang Yichen is still filial and does not clearly mean to disobey the two elders. However, a pair of cold eyes saw her unwillingness and signed an agreement for the next ten years. She needed to pay off the 12e tax paid by Zhang Jia with interest. If you don't pay off, you'd better have the consciousness to fulfill your wife's obligations.

Even after many years, Nanxi still shudders when she thinks of the wedding night.