After my ex-husband found out that I was going to fall in love with Zong, it was officially announce

Chapter 38 Set up a stage to sing
Li Xiaomei closed her eyes tightly, and even forgot to breathe.

She felt that she was finished, and she must explain here today.

He scolded Song Yin crazily in his heart, but he just couldn't bear to leave here.

If you fight for it, you will get countless riches and honors, and maybe you will be attracted by a certain man present. No matter who it is, he has a better family background than her, and it can be regarded as catching a wealthy son-in-law.

What if Zhou Han thinks he is brave and treats her differently?
As soon as you are cruel, you will die!

When my thoughts turned slightly, I felt that danger was approaching, and a strong wind hit.

She really wanted to hold on, but her legs shook and she squatted on the ground in an instant.

When she opened her eyes, she reached out to touch her face.

No gore, no pain anywhere.

She is not dead!
The joy of remaining alive after the catastrophe made Li Xiaomei almost cry with joy, her eyes moistened as she covered her mouth.

She squatted on the ground waiting for someone to comfort her, but found that there was no sound around her.

Sensing something was wrong, she looked up and saw that everyone was staring at her back.

Subconsciously looking back, the shocked petrification was on the spot.

How... how is it possible?

The dart went straight into the center of the cherry, nailing the cherry that was supposed to be on her head to the wall intact, and the bright red juice could still be seen faintly flowing down the dart.

What a horror!
Li Xiaomei only felt that she was dreaming, and someone had already taken the lead in applauding.

Song Yin's operation is not like a big adventure, but a bit like a pleasing performance.

Lin Xuan shouted excitedly, "That's amazing, my sister-in-law is amazing."

Fu Wenbo couldn't hide his excitement, thinking of Song Yin's answer when he first met Song Yin and asked her about her hobbies.

"Does playing with guns count?"

He thought that was just what Song Yin said to attract their attention, but he didn't think it was true.

He could even imagine what it would be like if she held a gun instead of a dart in her hand.

Song Yin took out a tissue and slowly wiped away the non-existent gray tone on her hands. She nodded slightly at Lin Xuan and didn't intend to say anything.

Such compliments are heard too much, and there is nothing to respond to.

After throwing away the tissue in his hand, he met the last gaze.

Zhou Han's eyes were a little probing, and his tone was soft without being noticed.

"It's late, I'll take you back."

After speaking, he stepped forward to hold Song Yin's hand, and took her away without saying hello to anyone.

There was no one around, Zhou Han let go of his hand, and Song Yin didn't care.

Originally, it was a stage and singing opera, and the audience dispersed, so naturally there was nothing to perform.

The two got into the car one after the other, and Song Yin spoke first.

"I didn't expect that you would really let that woman be punished for you!"

Zhou Han glanced sideways, with a bit of teasing in his tone, and answered as it should be, "Don't you want to?"

Song Yin also nodded frankly, "I think, it's just that they are all your friends."

Zhou Han pressed the start button of the car casually, disdain and sarcasm flashed in his eyes, and his expression was indifferent.

"She is not worthy!"

If it's not a friend, then it's not even as good as a stranger. Naturally, it can't be compared with Song Yin, a fake pillow.

He is not biased towards Song Yin, but he knows better which is more important.

Song Yin only thought about it for a while, and understood the twists and turns.

She went with Zhou Han, and if she didn't give her face, she was also slapping Zhou Han in the face.

How could Zhou Han tolerate someone jumping on his head!
Song Yin didn't pretend to be sentimental, she judged the reality rationally, and finally said nothing, leaning on the back of the chair with her eyes closed.

In order to accompany Wenxi and the others to practice dance these two days, she basically didn't sleep much, and she didn't know if the back of the chair was too comfortable, or the music in the car was too sleepy, she fell asleep unknowingly.

Song Yin in her sleep looked for a comfortable position, tilted her head, and leaned on Zhou Han's shoulder.

Zhou Han, who was still driving with both hands, suddenly felt his shoulders sinking. When he looked sideways, he saw Song Yin's perfect profile, carelessly displayed in front of him.

Her skin was as smooth as a newborn baby, so white and tender that she couldn't even see a single pore.

When she looked at it from the front, she still had some flesh, but from this angle, she found that her lower forehead was very angular.

Realizing that he was fascinated by Song Yin, he quickly looked away.

Xu Shi slept very comfortably, Song Yin's head was still rubbing against his arm, and most of her weight was on his arm.

Zhou Han blushed unconsciously and coughed.

His right hand was oppressed, and he slowly slowed down the speed of the car, switching to driving with his left hand.

……

When Song Yin woke up, she was the only one left in the car, and Zhou Han was leaning against the front of the car to smoke.

Hearing the sound of the door opening behind him, he didn't react too much.

Song Yin came over and said apologetically.

"Sorry, fell asleep, thank you for taking me back."

"Ah."

Zhou Han's tone was still cold, Song Yin didn't care, and turned around to leave.

As a result, as soon as he took a few steps, he was stopped by someone behind him.

"My mother's birthday is coming soon. She definitely wants you to attend. It should be after your birthday. I will send you the time and place when the time comes."

Although Song Yin felt that it was a little awkward to call a junior a mother, she didn't have that much resistance to this old lady in name.

Give the Zhou family a face!
"Well, good." She responded directly.

Zhou Han nodded, turned around and returned to the car, and then walked away.

……

Song Yin didn't go back to her family and was sent back to the crew.

Back in the dormitory, I thought she was alone, but when I opened the door, I saw Ai Ying.

Song Yin frowned, "Why are you here?"

Ai Ying originally thought that if she didn't come back tonight, she would call her early tomorrow morning and say that waiting here was just trying her luck, and she didn't want to really catch Song Yin.

With an anxious tone, she pulled Song Yin and walked out.

"An accident happened to Wenxi, and we were all in a hurry."

"What's going on?" Song Yin's tone was a little serious.

Didn't they all go back on vacation? How could something happen?

"It's a long story, you'll know when you see it in a while."

The two went to the house next door and went up to the second floor, where they saw Wen Xi half leaning on the bed crying, with a thick plaster cast on his right foot, which didn't look very good.

Seeing Song Yin came back, as if she had found a backbone, Wenxi cried even louder.

"Sister Yinyin, what should I do? I injured my foot. The doctor said that I won't be able to recover within three months, but the performance is about to begin. Huh, what should I do? I can't dance, and my manager asked me to retire directly. Already!"

Although Wenxi has good resources among the newcomers, and the company is highly acclaimed, the opportunities are not endless.

She also pointed to relying on this opportunity to become famous, but now, it is basically certain that she will withdraw from the competition.

"Sister Yinyin, I really don't want to retire, but the doctor said that if I move around, my feet may be useless, wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow

The cries were full of helplessness and despair!

Song Yin listened, looked down at her injured foot, didn't rush to ask why, but asked lightly.

"Trust me?"

(End of this chapter)