Song Ye's white moonlight stand-in, I'm not right

Chapter 96

This topic was a bit heavy for them, so Qi Yue fell silent first.

So what a pity, the dead cannot be brought back to life, and Song Zhaoyan's ashes have been lying in Weijing Mountain for more than a month.

Yuxi sent Qi Yue to the Jiangjiangwan apartment. Before getting off the car, Qi Yue asked her: "You said Mr. Song is going to give way to Song Yan, does that mean that he might quit the circle?"

Yu Xi was taken aback for a moment, but quickly realized, and said, "Not necessarily, it depends on whether he can grab it with both hands."

It's not that no one is a big star and runs a company at the same time, but this is a minority after all, and they are those who can shoot when they want, and can be free if they don't want to.But Song Yan signed the gambling agreement, how could the entertainment company let his piece of pork belly not bite.

"I see, don't worry too much about Fu Jing, just take it as the price for you to know him. In fact, you don't have to help him at all." Qi Yue comforted Yu Xi a few words.

Yu Xi smiled and nodded: "Don't worry, I understand."

Qi Yue returned home, and after taking a shower, she nestled on the sofa and searched for the matter of cutting corners in Nan'an building materials. After reading the news for a while, she found that what Yuxi said was not bad.

In order to attract attention, some media deliberately put Song Yan's name on the headlines, peddling it, and dragged Song Yan into it, and then was scolded by Song Yan's fans.

A lotus flower: [Don't cue my brother, thank you, my brother is just a hard-working actor. 】

Who kills me and abuses who: [Personally, I think this matter has nothing to do with Song Yan. As we all know, Song Yan is only in the entertainment industry. 】

Song Yan is the material of my dreams: [The one upstairs, it's not completely unrelated, brother Yan is the prince of the Song family, and he will go back to inherit the family property in the end. 】

Jing Jingzi: 【Agreed, the person who is going to go back to inherit hundreds of billions of property if he is not good in the entertainment industry, brother Yan is called the second, no one dares to be the first. 】

Doctor Song, don't love me, but there is no result: [Everyone, don't heat up the account owner. Besides, before the truth is found out, I only believe the official statement.Moreover, as the news has said, this incident has no direct relationship with the Song Group. 】

FENGPI.: [No, no, do you know the inside story upstairs? 】

Qi Yue turned off her cell phone, put down the veil for wiping her hair, and looked out the window. It was already dusk and the sky was getting dark.

Wanting to call Song Yan, she hesitated, so she simply turned off the phone.

They don't like to tell her things, just pretend not to know.

After cooking some porridge and drinking it, Qi Yue sat on the balcony with her thermos cup in her arms and looked at the oil paintings she had painted. She used her computer to log in to the account of the process of publishing and the account of Chengtu. Many people followed her. Someone privately asked her whether she would sell it or not. painting.

Qi Yue replied one by one, saying that the recent paintings are not for sale, but they accept customization.

She plans to open a studio, and it is impossible to rely on the usual illustration orders, so she needs to expand her business.

Because of her excellent professional ability, she quickly received a customized oil painting.

Yuxi Ding's holiday villa is located on the outskirts of Jiang City, and it usually attracts rich men to go there to play, and it is another place for rich people to spend their time there.

I bought cakes in the urban area, and the driver drove them to the mountain. The strange thing is that there are many luxury cars parked outside the villa today. Usually, no one comes, and they gather together when they come.

The two people entered the villa under the guidance of the waiter, and Yu Xi asked the waiter, "Are there many people in the villa today?"

Waiter: "Young Master Gu brought friends to celebrate his birthday, and booked half of the villa."

Yu Xi frowned subconsciously: "Can you wrap half of it?"

The waiter chuckled softly, and the laughter was as pleasant as a silver bell, "Of course, if you like, you can take advantage of the hot spring pool."

"Which Young Master Gu is it?" Qi Yue asked casually.

"Gu Jin."

Yu Xi and Qi Yue looked at each other, and they could see disbelief in each other's eyes.

"Is it Young Master Gu's birthday?" Yu Xi asked.

"It doesn't seem to be. It's a lady's business. She looks very similar to this lady."

Qi Yue's heart sank, she just felt ironic.

In a blink of an eye, the room they reserved arrived, Yu Xi thanked the waiter and pulled her in.

"Don't worry about it, since it was Gu Jin's job, maybe it has nothing to do with Song Yan." Yu Xi comforted her.

Qi Yue smiled palely, "Who cares, even Song Yan has nothing to do with me, we broke up long ago."

What's more, last time I had a fight because of Cheng Zhi.

Qi Yue took off her thin windbreaker and hung it on the hanger, walked around to the back door of the room, opened the glass door and looked at the hot spring, which was more than ten square meters, filled with hot air, which made her feel comfortable.

"This room is not in vain, Bashi."

Yuxi took off her clothes and changed into a swimsuit, and pushed her in, "Go in and have a bubble if you like, if you don't come, I'll go into the water first. Hiss, don't say it's still quite cold now."

Qi Yue laughed at her: "Yes, I knew you were only in charge of beauty, thanks to the fact that I brought you an extra bathrobe, otherwise you would freeze to death."

Yuxi jumped into the hot spring, the comfortable warm water wrapped her skin, the coolness dissipated, and she sighed comfortably.

Qi Yue sat on the side in a thin sweater and jeans, watching her, chatting with her: "When is your brother getting married?"

"Next year in February." Yu Xi scooped up a handful of water, and a few drops of water fell to Qi Yue's feet, "You don't want to let you be with my brother, but now he is going to marry someone else."

Qi Yue chuckled: "Are you kidding me? If I were to really marry, the two of us together would make your whole family feel uneasy."

"Well, my brother can't help himself. To be honest, I've only met that girl a few times, and my brother may not have seen it a few times."

Qi Yue crossed her arms and rested her head on her knees: "As long as we can be more free, we won't even be unable to make decisions about a major marriage."

"Who says it's not. What you have, you have to lose. In the whole circle, how many couples are really looking at mung beans right?"

"Don't make comparisons like that, we're not bastard mung beans. Actually, I've met Qin Siyu before. She treats people politely and has a good temperament. She's the kind of lady."

Qin Siyu is Yu Shuo's soon-to-be wife, who belongs to the Qin family in Jiangshi, and is about as low as the Yu family.

"My brother is too honest, I'm afraid he won't be able to hold it like that."

"Anyway, she will be your sister-in-law in the future. Try to understand that your brother will be able to do well if you get along well."

Yu Xi sank for a moment: "Stop talking, why do you have the feeling that you are my mother?"

"You don't mind, I can do it too." Qi Yue snickered.

"You took advantage of me!"

"Where is it? I'm going to change clothes and let's soak together."

Qi Yue stood up meekly, walked into the room, opened the suitcase and rummaged through to find a swimsuit and bathrobe.

At that time, the villa was bustling with activity.

The hall was full of people, the several-storey cakes were cut into pieces, some of the sticky cream fell on the table, and some had already stained the clothes of those people.

Macaron balloons were thrown everywhere, and BIRTHDAY, which was pasted on the wall behind, was missing a few letters, and was trampled underfoot in the chaos and leaked air.

A good mountain villa, forcibly sunken into a vulgar hotel lobby.

Song Yan raised his wine glass and looked at the noisy people over there, his eyes indifferent.

Cheng Zhi stood on tiptoe in front of the table, staring at all kinds of food, and pouted.

　Doctor Song, don't love me, there is no result
　　
　
(End of this chapter)