Chapter 883 I Know What I Should Do Later
"I know you went to the hospital today, but you should know that there are some things that the young master doesn't like to see." Wei Wei leaned back, put his hands around his chest, and then narrowed his eyes to look at Bai Mengmeng: " It's been so long, I think you should know the young master's personality very well, I hope you won't provoke him again in the future."

provoke?

This somewhat ambiguous word immediately caused Bai Mengmeng's eyebrows to rise slightly, and she secretly laughed mockingly in her heart.

please!Who is going to provoke whom?
It's just that now is not the time to fight with each other. Moreover, Lord is originally Song Qingfeng's person, so Bai Mengmeng won't find it strange that he will say something to defend Song Qingfeng.

But faintly, Bai Mengmeng seemed to understand something.

Obviously, all her actions today are under Lord's control, but judging from what he just said, Lord probably hasn't reported her whereabouts today to Song Qingfeng.

Although she didn't know what Lord's purpose was, but to some extent, she should be grateful.

At this point in her thoughts, she took a deep breath, then raised her eyes and looked at Lord with a smile: "Thank you, I will know what to do later."

"I didn't do this for you." With a flash in his eyes, Lord emphasized again and again.

"I know." Prolonging the ending with some meaning, Bai Mengmeng hooked her lips casually, and nodded seriously to echo her words: "Song Qingfeng is your young master, all your starting points are to stand His side."

Having said that, if one day Song Qingfeng knows the truth, maybe he won't ask for indiscriminate accountability, and when the time comes...

Her heart was caught off guard, and her pupils shrank slightly: "Everything counts, you have always helped me this time. So don't worry, I will never get you involved."

Before she finished speaking, she raised her wrist and tapped lightly on the surface: "It's almost time, I should go in."

After that, she turned and left...

Lord stood where he was, watching the slender figure gradually disappear in front of his eyes. He unconsciously clenched his hands hanging by his side into fists, and then slowly loosened them. The condiments of the kitchen are mixed.

Standing at the gate of the villa, Bai Mengmeng took a deep breath, settled her heart, and then walked in.

At this moment, Song Qingfeng was sitting on the carved European-style sofa in the middle of the hall, and it was obvious from his posture that he was waiting for her.

Bai Mengmeng went straight to sit opposite him, and smiled brightly with her lips hooked: "Sorry, I'm late today."

Song Qingfeng squinted at her slightly blushing little face, and felt a vague strangeness in his heart.

Tilting his lips slightly, he seemed to want to say something, but before he could say anything, Bai Mengmeng spoke first.

"It turns out that writing a book and writing a script are really not the same thing." Bai Mengmeng said casually while rubbing her shoulders with her hands: "Recently changing the script has made me almost exhausted."

Hearing this, the light in Song Qingfeng's eyes dimmed slightly: "If you feel too tired, you can actually find someone else to take over this matter."

"How can I do that?" Before he finished speaking, Bai Mengmeng immediately refused: "This is my book, I don't want others to change it into nothing, this is the greatest benefit for me and all book fans. No respect."

(End of this chapter)

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