The queen transforms into a transparent person? Bring the system and take the entertainment industry

"Is that so? Xiao Qin may have just misunderstood."

"I understand," Mr. Song said deeply.

"Xiao Qin just has a somewhat arrogant personality and is spoiled by his family, but his character is not bad."

"You have to act like your fiancé and be more proactive with Xiao Qin. The Qin family has been our family's partner for many years, and your Uncle Qin is also very satisfied with you."

"Our family has always been looking forward to your two children getting married together.

"After all, you are old enough. It's time to start a family after you have established a career."

"Grandpa, I'm still in good health now, and I can still help you for a few more years."

"Your grandma is also very concerned about this matter and urged me to let you take Xiao Qin home."

"Oh, I don't know if I, the old man, will be able to hold my sweet and soft granddaughter in my arms..."

Mr. Song said seriously.

Song Chengque rubbed his brow in displeasure.

I thought to myself, "Here we go again, the old man always does this."

"Well, I understand, grandpa," he agreed, but he really didn't like Qin Yue in his heart.

Thinking of her yelling, I felt a little disgusted unconsciously.

When I thought about it, I didn't know how the woman's wound was treated.

The impact was not light at the time.

No, why would I think of her? Maybe I’ve been too busy recently.

Song Chengque laughed at himself as his mind began to have random thoughts.

It's better to sign her over as soon as possible, Song Chengque thought.

"This house is worthy of Mr. Song's style. Just like him, he is always low-key."

Thinking of the bright style and design in my previous life, I couldn't help but sigh, "This is too depressing. It's still my best."

All the property in her previous life was gone, and Fang Feifei felt a little more distressed.

"As expected, I still have to make money as soon as possible. I still have to get my big villa and car back to myself as soon as possible."

Thinking again of my wool-gathering app,

I can’t help but wonder, “How can I gain more visibility?”

"She gets angry when she thinks of the singing show last time.

What a lousy company. It cares so much and punishes myself to clean the dance studio. It's so annoying. "

"But I really made a lot of money last time." Fang Feifei thought about it and was even more excited.

"Sure enough, we still need to think of other ways."

Fang Feifei was thinking as she opened the medicine box.

She looked at the colorful pills and fell into trouble.

"Vitamin A, what are you doing? Jianweixiaoshi tablets, this should promote digestion. Stomach medicine...why are there so many medicines!"

"No, what should I use? This is really different from before!"

Fang Feifei looked at the medicine in front of her with difficulty.

At the same time, downstairs, the old man was still urging for marriage.

"Do you dislike Xiao Qin? Grandpa, when I was your age, your father would even run away."

Mr. Song persuaded him earnestly.

Song Chengque was bored and thought, "I'm just being patient, but the old man will immediately say he's tired."

Mr. Song looked at his grandson with an impatient and indifferent expression.

Still couldn't help it, he hit it a few times with his crutch, "Are you listening to me carefully?"

Seeing his grandfather's appearance, Song Chengque had no choice but to say lazily

"I know, I know…"

After hearing Song Chengque's words, Mr. Song naturally knew that he was perfunctory, but he just sighed.

Then he said: "You always have your own ideas."

"I know, Grandpa, it's getting late. I guess you're tired too. Go back quickly. Grandma is still waiting for you at home."

Song Chengque now only wants to see the old man off.

"Don't think that I don't know what you are thinking. Sooner or later you will piss me off."

Mr. Song had a look of hatred on his face. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became.

Still couldn't help but knock grandson a few more times.

"Grandpa, I will consider this matter carefully."

"If you really think about it, forget it, you young people always have your own ideas."

"Oh, I'm old, I don't care about you anymore."

Song Chengque thought to himself that he had finally escaped.

"I understand, grandpa, I'll ask the driver to take you back."

"You, you, what do you want me to say about you? Your grandma is also worried about this all day long."

As Mr. Song said this, he felt that it was indeed getting late, and he had to go home quickly to have dinner with his wife.

"Grandpa, I will go back and see you when I have time."

"Huh, how long have I been waiting for you to come? Forget it, just remember it."

The old man looked unbelieving.

Song Chengque sent the old man off while arranging the driver.

Upstairs, Fang Feifei finally found the third floor of the medical cabinet. When she saw this alcohol disinfectant, she

"You can't use this wrong." While thinking, she took out a cotton swab and applied it.

"Hiss", it really hurts.

Fang Feifei complained a little more about Song Chengque.

"It's all his fault. If it weren't for him, I would have arrived home early. Why would I be here now, with more wounds?"

Then won’t my dance practice plan have to be postponed again?

Fang Feifei felt a little uncomfortable again.

"But this broken alcohol is Zhenzhe. The effect of this medicine is much better than mine back then."

"I hope it will be better soon, alas."

After applying the medicine, she sat bored on the sofa.

"What did he go to do? Didn't he say he would come to help me?"

Thinking like this,

She looked around at the similarly gray furniture in the room.

"The color is really gray, but it's really clean. This man is really mysophobic to the extreme."

Her eyes were wandering around, and she suddenly discovered that there seemed to be some CDs and posters in the corner of the transparent cabinet.

"I didn't expect someone like Mr. Song to be star-chasing." I thought of him wearing a suit and shouting off the stage to support me.

Fang Feifei couldn't help laughing, "I can't imagine it, hahahahaha!"

But this also aroused her curiosity, wondering who someone like Mr. Song would pursue.

"I told you not to go downstairs, but I didn't tell you not to visit.

Thinking like this, she walked with her legs that had been treated but were still painful,

"I didn't move around, I just took a look and had a small tour."

As she talked and thought about it, she became more and more bold.

"It's just a quick look. Besides, Mr. Song definitely doesn't know."

As she spoke, she opened the cabinet.

Looking at the full-body posters in front of me, I couldn't help but be stunned for a long time.

It had been too long since she had worn it, and she couldn't quite remember her appearance in her previous life.

She couldn't help but recall those times when she showed off her singing voice and shone under the flashlights on the stage, and she just felt so nostalgic.

To be honest, she really didn't expect that Song Chengque would be her fan!

"No wonder, no wonder, the last time I sang on the street, he looked at me so strangely."

She looked at the CD in front of her. On a full moon night, you said... wait for the CD,

She couldn't help but flip through it, and she actually had all the CDs of her own. He must be a die-hard fan of mine.

She couldn't help but laugh as she thought about it, "I didn't expect that even though I have been dead for so long, there are still so many people who like me."

It is my greatest wish that my singing is liked by others and brings happiness to everyone.

"You have to work hard and keep up your efforts. You still have to become this kind of person and surpass yourself in the previous life."

Thinking about it, she couldn't help laughing.