C12

"I didn't cause you any trouble, did I?"

After leaving the crew and getting into Caesar's car, he asked with concern after closing the door.

"Hmm?" Song Qinghuan blinked in confusion.

"That man, he was pretty close with Song Shuyao at the banquet that day." As for the people around Song Shuyao, Xi Ze had automatically become a spicy chicken.

His family owned an entertainment company and knew too much about the future of the company. Half of the reason why he protected Song Qinghuan was because she was simple-minded, straightforward and had no scheming mind.

Every time he looked at her, her eyes were large, round, clear, and clean, just like the cat he kept. It was exquisite and beautiful, like something, and hated to see it at a glance.

However, Caesar recently found that he could not understand Song Qinghuan.

"Is that so?" Song Qinghuan lowered her eyes and smiled gently, "However, the filming went smoothly and you did not cause any trouble for me."

In Xi Ze's eyes, there was a thick sense of disappointment towards Song Qinghuan. He knew that Song Qinghuan was lying. Song Qinghuan lowered her eyes and did not notice it.

Even though Caesar was usually rude in front of Song Qinghuan, he was unwilling to believe that Song Qinghuan would plot against him. However, these two matters were all placed in front of him, slapping him hard in the face.

Finally, Caesar said in a joking tone, "Have you been hiding something from me lately?"

Song Qinghuan exerted a little more strength in her hand, which was placed on her knee. She knew that not all of Xi Ze was clueless about this matter.

Due to being too familiar with her, she could feel any changes at the first possible moment. However, what could she say?

Explain to Caesar that I've died once?

Even if I didn't fight, they wouldn't let me get away with it, and all I did was fight back.

Song Qinghuan raised her head and looked at Xi Ze. Just when Xi Ze thought that she was about to explain, Song Qinghuan only looked at him and smiled. An intoxicating dimple appeared on her cheeks and she said: "No."

"…" Xi Ze crossed his hands. He lowered his eyes and silently laughed. At an angle that Song Qinghuan could not see, his smile looked somewhat lonely.

If Song Qinghuan took the initiative to speak out, Xi Ze would unconditionally help her. However, Song Qinghuan did not do so. Instead, she had schemed against him. This made Xi Ze very disappointed in her.

In the nanny carriage, Yan took out a cold cocktail from the refrigerator and handed it to Xu Ningzhou. The two of them bumped into each other for a while before casually saying, "Bro, thank you for today."

"Let's do something practical." Xu Ningzhou raised his head and gulped. The assistant, who sat on the front passenger seat with her sexy adam's apple rolling in his throat, watched her heart beat like crazy.

"Sure," Yan raised his chin at him, "Then you should be more realistic. After staying overseas for more than ten years, you have just returned home and directly flew to Lin An city. Snooping around in my class is just an excuse I know, but you've suddenly decided to visit my MV. You haven't taken any medication, right?"

Xu Ningzhou crossed his arms, the corners of his lips curled upwards as he fell back on his seat.

Chu Yan thought he was even more of a problem. "Hey, what's the situation? "Tell me about it."

No matter how big the Song Family's assets were, in his eyes, they were nothing, let alone this Crown Prince Xu Ningzhou.

"White moonlight? "The heart is moved?"

Xu Ningzhou closed his eyes and directly slapped Yan's head, "So noisy, let's have a quiet chat."

Ah!" F * ck, there's definitely something wrong with this fellow.

Caesar had gone abroad.

Song Qinghuan's reincarnated butterfly wings seemed to be using this matter to tell her that everything that had happened in her previous life had followed the same trajectory.

When she found out that Caesar had gone abroad, Song Qinghuan was preparing to walk into the corridor of Song Shuyao's ward. In her circle of friends, she saw Caesar's location at the airport and a picture of a foreign university.

Song Qinghuan put away her phone and let out a breath. She opened the door of Song Shuyao's ward, and the moment she opened the door, she heard a man's voice. It was lazy, sexy, and full of magnetism.

These two people were probably talking about something interesting. He smiled and said, "Really? Then I must go and take a look next time."

As the sound of the door opening faded, the two people in the ward who were happily chatting turned to look at her.

Song Qinghuan was standing at the door of the ward, wearing a white sports uniform with blue stripes covering her white legs, her long hair was tied up in a ball, and her head was clean and refreshing. There were also earphones hanging around her neck.

Song Shuyao's eyes turned as she smiled and waved at Huanhuan: "Huanhuan, you came. Come in quickly."

Then, she introduced Xu Ningzhou, "This is my sister, Song Qinghuan." Then, she introduced Xu Ningzhou to Song Qinghuan, "This is my friend, Mr. Xu."

"Hello." Song Qinghuan walked in.

"Hello." Xu Ningzhou's smile didn't waver as he very politely greeted her.

The two of them acted as if this was their first time meeting.

She placed the thermal container on the table and said to Song Shuyao, "You want the bird's nest porridge?"

Because of Xu Ningzhou's presence, Song Shuyao displayed the most intimate and passionate sisterhood she had to Song Qinghuan for more than ten years. Song Qinghuan was too lazy to play with Song Shuyao, so she excused herself to go back and practice the zither.

Five minutes after Song Qinghuan left the Inpatient Department's building, she was stopped by someone!