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Song Qinghuan did not expect to meet someone 'familiar' here.

When Song Qing was checking the information of old friends in his previous life, Song Qing's face was the most suitable for that person in the same age group.

However, Song Qinghuan was still not sure if this person was her friend or not.

Two years later, Qiu Meng would no longer look like a clean youth, and at that time Qiu Meng was no longer a manager, but an assistant. Like Song Qinghuan, he was also Song Shuyao's assistant.

To put it bluntly, it was all Song Shuyao's work. The work that she had painstakingly created all became her work.

Song Qinghuan did not know that Qiu Meng's fate was similar to Song Qinghuan's.

Furthermore, his body's metabolism skills had all been damaged by the drugs, causing him to become fat.

Back then, Song Qinghuan was harmed by his in-name 'big sister', while Qiu Meng was betrayed by his boyfriend. He had joined hands with the little gold mouse to the point that they couldn't continue living in this circle.

Qiu Meng was a bent GAY.

That arrogant voice of his hadn't even turned red when he started to play the big card. Qiu Meng was currently leading an artist, which was why he was able to play the role of the 11th prince in the female main hall drama < The harem >.

Shiyi, the boyfriend from Qiu Meng University. They were currently lovers.

Qiu Mengyi's genre had entered the entertainment industry just for his little boyfriend to give up his chance at further study. In order to set up a talented person, many of Qiu Meng's works had been branded with the moniker of "fashion".

Rubbing her temples, Song Qinghuan lowered her eyes. She had always known that Qiu Meng was a gentle person. If not, she wouldn't have rushed in front of Song Shuyao when she was about to hit her.

In his previous life, when Song Qinghuan died, Qiu Meng was still lying unconscious in the hospital.

Eleven, in and out.

When Qiu Meng was drunk, Song Qinghuan had heard the sound of these two words. Qiu Meng had gotten drunk and mumbled that he had been a manager two years ago, then grinded his teeth and muttered the word 'shiyi'.

Now that he thought about it, the drunk Qiu Meng's voice did not sound like "eleven", but was actually that person's name!

After his rebirth, Song Qinghuan had also looked up information related to Qiu Meng. Regarding Qiu Meng, Song Qinghuan only knew his name, other information was pathetic, that man was usually silent and immersed himself in the music, looking gloomy, but deep down, he was a very gentle young man.

There were too many people with the same name, and the people in the photos were not familiar faces. This was because when Song Qinghuan and Qiu Meng met, she had turned into two fatties!

Song Qinghuan had also previously investigated that during the filming crew of "The harem", Qiu Meng was not the most popular manager.

Therefore, Song Qinghuan wanted to wait for the time line to go further back so that she could meet up with Qiu Meng.

Today, if it wasn't because of her impoliteness, she really wouldn't pay attention to the people around her. Recently, she had been busy dealing with someone outside the Song Family and was sick, so Song Qinghuan had temporarily let go of this matter.

Two years ago in the timeline, the time line's agent, Qiu Meng, and the composition department were all on par with the handsome young man in front of them.

Although Qiu Meng was not feeling well, he was still very concerned with the matters of fashion. Even the complaints about fashion could only be heard in his ears. His throat was sore and he could not speak. He just wanted to sit down and close his eyes to rest.

Although it was tiring for him to run back and forth between cities, he was currently just a newcomer with a bit of a reputation. The manager that the company had assigned him was just a pimp.

Qiu Meng had become a free assistant in his own fashion show, but he also had to go to great lengths to get resources for him. Qiu Meng had obtained the resources for the play "The harem".

At the moment, this wild chicken company that he was signing was simply a scrooge. They only knew how to suck the blood of the company's artists, and if they wanted resources, they would have to rely on pimping.

He was handsome, two years younger than Qiu Meng, and he was the one who took the initiative to flatten Qiu Meng.

In school, he had a title in the grass department and had a dream of being a celebrity. Thus, when he was first praised by the people in this small company, he drew a giant star pie for him and was so hot-headed that he signed a ten-year brokerage contract.

The manager sold him off at a dinner table, but Qiu Meng still escaped with him at the most critical moment. It wasn't that he didn't want to break the contract, but he had no choice after facing a huge compensation.

As a result, Qiu Meng had to give up his field of expertise in order to rely on his brokerage credentials to deal with all the trouble he caused.

In the beginning, Qiu Meng did not understand many things, but when talking about resources, he had suffered a lot because of his looks. In the beginning, Qiu Meng did not understand many things, but when talking about resources, he had suffered a lot because of his looks, and when talking about resources, he had suffered a lot because of his looks.

"Hmm?" His head was extremely dizzy. Qiu Meng noticed a familiar cold medicine tablet on his white and slender palm. He stretched out his wrist from next door.

The interior of the cabin was dimly lit.

"Cold medicine." While Song Qinghuan was speaking, an air stewardess came over and poured him a cup of warm water.

"Thank you." Although Qiu Meng's throat was sore, he was still strong enough to speak out when faced with this person's kindness.

"No need to thank me." Song Qinghuan did not say much. After seeing him take the medicine, she withdrew her hand and straightened her upper body. She seemed to be thinking about something while closing her eyes.

And at this time, the ear-piercing voice sounded again. You can eat whatever others give you, are you guys done cooking?! "

Xu Ningzhou, who had been ignoring them all this while, finally looked impatient. Just as he was about to go back, Song Qinghuan reached out and grabbed his hand, scratching at his palm.

Xu Ningzhou looked over at her. Song Qinghuan blinked, indicating that he did not need to bother with her.

"Silly girl." Xu Ningzhou didn't say anything else. He just adjusted his sitting posture and stretched out his hand to rest Song Qinghuan's head on his shoulder. He comforted her gently, "You should also sleep for a while."

"Yes." Song Qinghuan couldn't help but look over at Qiu Meng's side. She discovered that he couldn't hold on any longer and closed his eyes to rest.

Due to illness, Song Qinghuan missed the lion-killing feast of Reverse Life, but luckily, she had an all-round partner. Although Xu Ningzhou didn't attend the live-killing feast, he had also called an assistant in the distant Lin An city and asked them to book a hotel for a live-killing feast, and had even arranged for an entertainment.

After the movie had ended, it was time for the post-production. On the other hand, when Song Qinghuan returned to Wan Ning City, she immediately went to ask Xu Ningzhou to send the people back from the airport to Xing Han Music Academy for the make-up exam.

As the weather grew colder, shops were preparing for Christmas. Before Christmas, Song Qinghuan received an invitation from an international luxury spokesperson.