Boss, your wife ran away with the ball

The corner of Ye Ranran's mouth twitched, who is this "sister-in-law" called?

Turning his head stiffly to look at Song Ze, who had a miserable face, his eyes gradually became more subtle, with a slightly disgusted expression.

Is this still the new generation "god of song" Song Ze who has countless fans on the TV screen?

"Sister-in-law, I really can't call my agent. Otherwise he will kill me. "

Song Ze stared at Ye Ranran pitifully, then spoke carefully.He bent his arms and bumped into Feng Lingchen who was sitting next to him, wanting him to speak for him, but he didn't get the slightest response.

I cursed secretly in my heart, this guy with the opposite sex but no humanity!

Ye Ranran frowned, and her eyes fell on her mobile phone, "Give me back the phone first."

Opened the mouth in a low voice.

Song Ze shook his head violently, with a face full of rejection.

Seeing his appearance, Ye Ranran suddenly wanted to sigh, why didn't she realize that Song Ze was so stupid before?
"The fact that you were investigated for drunk driving, I'm afraid it has been posted on Weibo by some troublemakers. Do you think your manager doesn't know about it?"

He spoke calmly, his eyes drooping slightly.

She had heard of Song Ze's manager, the famous "iron hand" in the entertainment circle, as long as the artist under him made a mistake, he would scold him mercilessly.

But it is precisely because of this that as long as he likes it, there is no one who does not become popular.The sharp eyes are amazing.

Song Ze's face froze when he heard this, obviously thinking of this too.Gradually showing a desperate expression, and then slowly returning Ye Ranran's phone.

"I advise you to call your agent to report it now, so as not to have a worse impact."

After Ye Ranran took her mobile phone, she stood up directly and was about to go upstairs, but before she had taken two steps, she stopped again, and her eyes fell on Feng Lingchen who was beside her, "You will put the He took him back to your own villa, I don't care about your private life, but if it has a bad influence on Xiaobei, you should never come again. "

His tone was slightly cold, and after leaving these words, he went upstairs.

The gang left two big men, sitting on the sofa, you look at me, and I look at you.

"Did she misunderstand something?"

After a while, Song tentatively opened his mouth.

Feng Lingchen glared at him with a dark face, then got up and went upstairs, quickly following Ye Ranran's pace in front of him.

Seeing that the door was about to be closed, he jumped over in three steps instead of two, stuck the small gap, and squeezed in.

"Song and I are not the kind of relationship you think."

Eagerly opened the mouth to explain.

He looked at the man who suddenly appeared in front of him.Ye Ranran didn't react for a while, and just stared at the person in front of her in a daze.

"Song Ze is actually my younger brother..."

Feng Lingchen frowned, pulled Ye Ranran's slender wrist, then sat down on the sofa beside him, and explained in a low voice.

It turned out that Song was the youngest son of the Song family in H City. He liked to sing since he was a child. After studying abroad and returning to China, he directly entered the entertainment industry.And concealed his identity background.

In fact, he and Feng Lingchen, Jiang Chen and others are good buddies who grew up together.

After hearing all these things, Ye Ranran was a little dazed, blinked her eyes, and looked at the man beside her.

"Why are you telling me this?"

Such a sentence came out of nowhere.There was a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Those things just mentioned are already considered as the secrets of the wealthy family, right?Is it really appropriate to tell her this "outsider"?

The expression on Feng Lingchen's face paused, he took a deep look at the woman in front of him, then lowered his eyes, and at the same time covered the violent emotions rolling in his eyes.

He didn't say the reason, but said, "It's fine for you to treat Song Ze as your own from now on, and you don't need to be too polite."

After leaving these words, without waiting for Ye Ranran to ask any more questions, she turned and left the room.He gently closed the door behind him.

He hadn't forgotten that there was another Ye Xiaobei who fell asleep.

Ye Ranran stared at the door for a long time, then slowly withdrew her gaze, what Feng Lingchen told her just now kept appearing in her mind.

The hand hanging by his side unconsciously clenched into a fist.

There are some things she doesn't want to delve into.Perhaps in this way, a lot of trouble can be avoided, right?

Sighing silently, he put all those messy thoughts behind him, and then went into the bathroom to take a nice bath, and the drowsiness gradually hit him, he climbed out of the bathtub with difficulty, and lay directly on the He fell asleep holding Ye Xiaobei on the bed.

Besides, Feng Lingchen, who left Ye Ranran's room, saw Song Ze who was leaning against the white wall at a glance, frowned, and swept over warningly.Then he turned around and walked towards his room, Song Ze's lips curled up, and he followed closely.

"What's the matter with you?"

As soon as the door was closed, Feng Lingchen scolded without any scruples.Sitting down on the sofa not far away, he stared sharply at Song Ze who was standing not far away.

He doesn't believe in the bad excuse of checking drunk driving, and even if it is true, does he need to do it?

The expression on Song Ze's face remained the same, with a calm and composed appearance, and he sat down on the sofa opposite Feng Lingchen, whether it was with the handsome image on the screen or with the stupid criminal in front of Ye Ranran Compared with them, they are all completely different, and it is difficult to think of the same person in their temperament.

"Oh, I can't help it. My mother is going to grab me to go on a blind date, so I can only do this."

Song Ze twitched the corners of his lips and spread his hands, looking a little helpless.

Feng Lingchen glanced at him indifferently, then said nothing more, and remained silent for a while before opening his mouth, "I don't care, you handle this matter yourself."

Hearing this, Song Ze sighed vaguely, then nodded, "Don't worry about this, Ye Ranran will never be implicated. But then again..."

There was a pause in his tone, and he showed an unclear smile, then he approached stealthily, "Does Grandma Feng know about you and Ye Ranran?"

As soon as the voice fell, Song Ze received a cold and stern look with warning, "Mind your own business."

Feng Lingchen's voice was deep and low, and he did not hide the threat between his words.

Song raised his hands in surrender.

Early the next morning, when Ye Ranran woke up, she met Ye Xiaobei's round, grape-like eyes.

"Mommy! Good morning!"

A soft smile appeared on the fleshy face, and then a wet kiss fell on Ye Ranran's face.

Raising his arms to hug Ye Xiaobei, the mother and son rolled together.Ye Ranran kissed his forehead, "Good morning, Xiaobei."

He bent his eyebrows and revealed a very bright smile.

After tidying up, they went downstairs, one big and one small, and saw Feng Lingchen and Song Ze sitting on the sofa at a glance.

"Daddy!"

Ye Xiaobei's eyes lit up, and then he quickly ran over and threw himself into the man's arms, with a joyful smile on his face.

"Baby."

Feng Lingchen's cold expression softened in an instant, and he hugged the dumpling in front of him.

Ye Ranran couldn't help but smile, ignored them, and walked straight to the kitchen.

Half an hour later, four steaming breakfasts were ready.During this period of time, Ye Xiaobei also established a deep "friendship" with Song Ze.

"Uncle Song, Mommy's breakfast is really delicious!"

The soft and glutinous little dumpling started to make a babyish sound.

Ye Ranran smiled helplessly, but didn't say anything.Unexpectedly, that guy Song Ze, after taking a sip, suddenly raised his head to look at her, his eyes were frighteningly bright, "Sister-in-law! Your cooking skills are really good! It seems that my elder brother will be blessed in the future!"

As soon as the words fell, the atmosphere at the table became a little weird.

Feng Lingchen lowered his head and remained silent, as if he didn't hear anything.

Ye Ranran paused the movements of his hands, frowned calmly, and looked up at Song Ze who was sitting opposite, "Don't call me indiscriminately."

The tone is not very good.

Song Ze blinked his eyes, glanced back and forth between the two people on the opposite side, and nodded after a while.Then I didn't say anything else, so as not to touch Ye Ranran's mold.

After breakfast, Feng Lingchen and Song Ze wanted to go back to the company together, so they took Ye Xiaobei to school along the way.

"Xiao Bei, you must listen to the teacher carefully at school."

Ye Ranran helped him pack his schoolbag, handed it to Feng Lingchen who was beside him, and watched the black Maybach disappear from sight before turning around and entering the house.

As soon as the mess on the table was cleaned up, the doorbell rang.Wiping off the water stains on his hands, he walked over and opened the door.

Standing at the door was Qianqian.

The two had already discussed last night, and today they will come to the house to talk about work.

"Have you finished your breakfast?"

Letting people in, he went into the kitchen and poured a glass of honey water for Qianqian, and then asked with concern.

"It's over, and you're the only one at home now?"

She was also polite, picked up the sweet honey water and drank it down in one gulp, showing an expression of extreme enjoyment.

As soon as I put the cup in my hand, I entered the theme directly.

"Well, Xiaobei has gone to school."

Ye Ranran nodded, raised her hand and poured herself a cup of tea, white water vapor curled up, gradually blurring her face.There is a faint tea fragrance floating in the air.

"Well, after I went back last night, people from the resources department sent me several scripts and variety shows, asking you to choose a few of them."

While saying these words, Qianqian directly took out several folders from her bag, placed them on the table, and pushed them in front of her.

"Look at it."

He raised his chin to signal.

Generally speaking, an artist's resources have to be won by his own agent.And this kind of company gives directly to those who want to praise.

It seems that what Jiang Chen said yesterday was not watered down.