Dominate the entertainment industry: the wife and actress are not easy to mess with

Chapter 397

"Zimo, when will you be back?" As soon as the call was connected, it was Grandpa Qiao's voice.

"Grandpa..." Hearing Grandpa's voice again, one can imagine the excitement in her heart.

During the three months of Qiao Zimo's rebirth, she hardly contacted anyone, and her phone was turned off. She didn't know when it was turned on, maybe she accidentally pressed it.

It's not that he doesn't want to contact, but that she can't face it yet.

I don't know how to deal with it, she still hasn't figured out what happened.

What happened to her now is already what happened 10 years ago, and many things have been blurred.

She just said hello when she went back, and then moved here, and she didn't even meet her grandpa formally.

She thought it was time for Su Yan to go back.

"Zimo, where have you been these days, do you know that grandpa is very worried?" The old man said in a worried tone.

"Grandpa, I've been back these two days."

Qiao Zimo smiled and said softly.

The old man breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Qiao Zimo's words, and asked a few words about Qiao Zimo's recent situation, but Qiao Zimo kept silent, so the old man had no choice but to give up.

"By the way, Grandpa, is Su Yan still there?"

It seemed that Qiao Zimo didn't expect that Qiao Zimo would ask such a question. After a pause, he said, "What's the matter with you and Xiao Yan?"

Qiao Zimo didn't answer, but said, "Grandpa, let him go."

"Zimo, Xiaoyan saved you, you..."

"Grandpa, he and I are strangers. He just saved me. I can give him money. No, I can give him whatever he wants..."

"Zimo, what are you talking about?" Mr. Qiao couldn't help interrupting loudly when he heard Qiao Zimo's words.

Huh, Qiao Zimo also knew that what she said was a bit harsh, but she still couldn't face Su Yan's problem.She took a deep breath and said, "Grandpa, I won't talk to you anymore, I'll go back in two days."

After speaking, he hung up the phone immediately.

This time, she will definitely kill all the bad luck in the cradle.

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ps: The above book by Qiao Zimo is temporarily finished like this.

Because I don't have time, I will probably go to Hong Kong for a while.

The next chapter is an updated new article, you don’t have to read it, don’t say I’m deceiving readers, I’ll test the water first and see the effect of the new article, if it doesn’t work, I won’t post it.

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In the middle of the night, darkness enveloped all the houses, the moonlight was hazy, the shadows of the trees were whirling, and the wind was blowing gently on the bright faces of the stars.

A black Rolls Royce slowly drove into W City, the most luxurious villa area, and parked in front of a villa in the center. Tang Sichen parked the car and got out of the car with a briefcase.

Under the light of the moon, Tang Sichen's eyes were translucent and translucent brown, but with a kind of unpredictability, but his expression was still cold, and there was a little tiredness between his brows.

The man took out the key and opened the door. The unique layout inside showed the taste of the owner. It was very elegant. The frosted gray walls and plain cold tones made people feel chilly.

The floor was covered with a thick carpet, which was soft to step on.

Walking steadily, he walked towards the study on the second floor. There were still some unfinished business in the briefcase, and he was used to doing today's things today.

Passing by the bedroom, the faint light shining through the crack of the door attracted the man's attention, and an inexplicable feeling surged in his heart.

At some point, he was already standing in front of the bedroom door, the man sighed silently, once he went in, he might not be able to get out.

In the huge bedroom, faint yellow light came out, shining on the handsome facial features of the man, softening his stern expression.

On the light blue double bed, there was a slight bulge, the small face was buried in the soft blanket, and the long black curly hair was scattered on the bed.

Tang Sichen walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, pulled the corner of the quilt and dug the woman out of the quilt. The face exposed from the quilt was immature but beautiful.

The woman turned over in the quilt, her snow-white arms broke free, and her pink shoulders were exposed.

The woman's fair cheeks rubbed against the silk quilt, revealing only her black hair and the back of her head facing the man.

(End of this chapter)