Chapter 552

On the Internet, the three topics of Yan Shi Qi's husband, Yan Shi Qi's family background, and Li Cheng's four children of Qin Dynasty appear in the top three of the hot search.

The most popular is the speculation about her family. Netizens are not only eyeful, but also like a group of mobs. For fear that the gossip will not attract enough attention, they begin to add fuel to the fire one after another.

Tiancheng entertainment immediately launched the public relations means, keep in touch with microblog, as soon as possible to remove the hot search.

However, the number of netizens participating in the discussion was too large, and the hot search made a comeback more than ten minutes after it was removed.

At ten o'clock in the morning, she was sitting alone in the living room of linhuwan. Sister Lin went out to buy vegetables, while she was reclining on the sofa with a blanket.

The rumors on the Internet did not affect her at all.

The reason for her stupefaction is that she is thinking about whether to go to see Wen Cheng later.

The mobile phone rang at this time. She picked it up and saw that it was a number she had not seen for a long time.

In a trance for a moment, she pursed her lips and took the lead in saying hello, "Mr. Song."

Song Qiyu, a long time no contact.

On the phone, his voice was low and gentle, showing a bit of warmth of the book, "if it wasn't for watching your live broadcast, I didn't know you had returned to Licheng."

"Just came back yesterday, Mr. song also saw it?"

At the end of song Qiyu, there was a shallow wind. He seemed to be outside. After the wind, his voice became tight. "It happened that I had the chance to watch a very unique live video today."

It seems that he always talks like this, even if he hasn't contacted for a long time, it won't make people feel uncomfortable and unfamiliar.

Yan Shiqi leaned against the sofa and changed his posture. His eyes floated down in the bleak scenery outside the window and dyed a faint smile. "Let Mr. Song laugh. You call me. What can I do for you?"

I haven't contacted her for a long time. Is it because of a live broadcast to exchange greetings with her?

In my impression, song Qiyu is not a good communicator.

With her puzzled mouth, not waiting for the other party's answer, the door of the villa entrance was suddenly knocked.

The people outside the door seemed to be very anxious. The sound of knocking on the door became more and more urgent, and they seemed to have no patience.

"Mr. Song, wait a minute!"

Yan Shiqi opens his blanket and walks to the entrance quickly with his slippers. The door opened by the cold wind is a warm orange with a burning face.

"Are you all right?" Open the door, see people, she said concern.

Yan Shiqi was stunned. She shook her head with a smile and pulled her into the door. She pointed to her mobile phone and motioned Wen orange to wait.

She and Wen orange step into the living room one by one and speak to the phone again, "Mr. Song!"

Song Qiyu pondered, "are you busy?"

"No, it doesn't matter, you say!"

"Since I have something to do, I won't disturb you. I'm calling you today mainly to remind you that since I'm back in Licheng, I remember to come to Yuhe teahouse when I'm free. You haven't finished your tea art class, have you forgotten? "

Song Qiyu reminded the tone is very calm, like a very serious and responsible teacher.

At this moment, Yan Shiqi's face is a little hot. He suddenly feels that he has just signed up for a tea class. He is like a child who is only hot for three minutes, but he doesn't stick to it.

If you think about it carefully, it seems that you haven't made tea for the fourth brother for a long time.

When inkstone seven this small mind turns over surging, quite some awkwardly bit the corner of the lip, by the way to find a step for himself, "did not forget, thank song teacher to remind, wait for busy finish I go over."

"Well, wait for you!"

After hanging up the phone, Yan Shiqi's eyes twinkled, slightly recalling the knowledge of tea ceremony, and then an idea floated in his mind: what's the name of the props for loading tea?