Madam, president loves you secrectly

"What are you doing? You're just making fun of me." Song Qianqian was reluctant to talk about this topic. He said that Qin Zixia had disappeared since the catkins left, and sun Ruhui took pictures. Now there are many new people in the entertainment industry, but she has always been the face of the phantom company in the entertainment industry since she accepted the help of that person.

The smile on her face instantly sank when she thought of that person.

The waiter took their order and put it in front of them, and then politely withdrew.

"I'm not making fun of you. I really want to tell my sister that I should be careful in the muddy water of the entertainment industry."

Song Qianqian paused: "I know."

When song Qianqian wanted to enter the entertainment circle, her mother was very opposed. Even her father, who has always been very good at talking, stood on her mother's line. Her sister also made a lot of unhappiness with her family because of this matter, but later she insisted again and again that the momentum of development was very good. In recent years, her parents have rarely opposed it.

But from time to time, she would warn her again and again that in that circle, everything should be careful.

As for her gold master, song Manxi only knew someone, not who. She also advised her, but her sister said that she couldn't explain the feelings clearly. She thought that maybe her sister had different feelings for that person, and then she didn't ask again.

Song Manxi was really hungry. Just at the barbecue stand, Jun Xiao sat in front of him and couldn't eat more. He swallowed his food without smelling it. Now his belly is empty, so he needs to supplement it.

She picked up her knife and fork and ate.

Song Qianqian looked at her deeply with a smile. He picked up his coffee cup and sipped black coffee.

"Sister, if you drink black coffee at night, won't you lose sleep and insomnia?"

Song Qianqian's eyes moved to the coffee cup and stayed for a long time. He slowly said, "I'm used to it. At the beginning, I really can't sleep, but now I can sleep with two big cups. It's okay. If you don't have enough, continue. I think you probably haven't eaten much tonight."

Song Manxi swallowed a salad and put down his knife and fork: "sister, this can't be done. No matter how busy your work is, you can't joke about your body. You didn't order for yourself, didn't you eat?"

Song Qianqian shook his head: "I ate it. In the box next door, I just wanted to find a place to be quiet, so I asked the agent to open another one."

"Oh." Song Manxi buried himself in eating, and then raised his head again.

"Sister, you said that if a person you knew very well and knew very well would not do that thing, but he did it and confessed to you. He admitted it. What's more, that thing is not very good. Does it mean that you may not know him before, and your feelings for him may have changed?"

Song Qianqian listened carefully, put down the coffee cup in her hand, looked out of the window, walked through countless neons, and couldn't see the deepest part. She made song Manxi feel sad all around her at the moment.

Song Qianqian took a deep breath and smiled. "In fact, sometimes what we see is not necessarily the truth; sometimes what we hear is not necessarily the truth. If that person said it himself, you must be sure whether it was his words against his heart? The most important thing is." Song Qianqian looked back and looked at her face, "It depends on yourself and your heart. Do you also believe it?"