After dressing up as the actor’s dog, I became famous in the entertainment industry

All night long, Song Qinghe didn't feel sleepy at all.

Fingers danced rapidly on the laptop.

A pair of eyes were so red that they were about to bleed, but she still did not stop what she was doing.

I'm going to see my daughter tomorrow, and I can't let the flies and bugs interfere with me.

Over the years, Song Qinghe's hands have quietly reached into the Zhou family, but Zhou Hongchuan didn't notice it.

In addition to the original old people, half of Zhou's leadership has been her people for more than ten years.

During this time, Zhou Hongchuan returned to China and attracted many partners.

Not long ago, we just received a big cooperation. If that cooperation is achieved, Zhou Group can move to a higher level.

During this period, Song Qinghe had been waiting and watching, in order to find out the truth about the hospital fire more than 20 years ago.

Now that the truth is before our eyes, Song Qinghe will definitely not stand idly by.

Fortunately, his daughter did not die, but Zhou Hongchuan also had to pay the due price.

Doesn’t Zhou Xinya value her reputation and status very much? She will let everything she values ​​disappear...

After doing this, Song Qinghe pinched his swollen eyebrows, closed his eyes, and had an unprecedented relaxed look on his face.

He picked up the cell phone beside him and made a call.

Although it was already past four in the morning, the call was quickly answered.

"The Zhou family is in chaos now, you can start closing the net."

The man on the other end of the phone chuckled.

"It seems that Ms. Song has found out the truth about that year?"

Song Qinghe's voice was still as indifferent as snow.

"So what? If you haven't kept a low profile for so many years, aren't you just waiting for this day?"

The man on the other end of the phone sighed softly and said faintly, "How can Ms. Song be so good?"

Song Qinghe didn't answer and hung up the phone directly.

It's almost dawn, and I can go see my daughter after dawn.

Thinking about it, I walked directly into the cloakroom and started picking out clothes.

This set is too bland and won’t work.

This set of colors is too old-fashioned and makes people look too serious, which is no good.

The colors in this set are too bright and that’s not okay either.

Finally, after choosing for more than an hour, Song Qinghe finally picked a set that was barely acceptable.

At the same time, Li Zhao, who was far away in Haishi, also suffered from insomnia.

My eyes were open and closed, and I couldn't sleep.

Jiang Sheng, who was sleeping beside him, noticed the girl's movements and reached out to cover her eyes.

"It's almost dawn. If you don't want to sleep, can we meet tomorrow with two panda eyes?"

When Li Zhao heard this, he closed his eyes and tried his best to suppress the uneasiness and secret expectations in his heart.

At dawn the next day, Song Qinghe appeared in Song Yuannian's car wearing a tea-green satin embroidered orchid cheongsam.

The cheongsam is fresh and elegant. The woman's long hair is tied up with an emerald hairpin. She also wears a little light makeup on her face to cover the vicissitudes of her face and give her a bit more complexion.

Song Yuannian looked at his aunt's dress, and could vaguely see her aunt's unparalleled elegance when she was young.

Now my aunt is a little more lively than before.

It's as if the dried and withered flowers in the desert burst out with new life again.

Song Qinghe was sitting in the back seat, surrounded by various gift boxes.

Even the back seat of the car was full.

But she was still a little worried, "Yuannian, am I dressed appropriately today? Will the child Zhaozhao like it when he sees it? Also, are the gifts I chose enough?"

The child in Yuan Nian told her that his daughter was still an actress.

Song Qinghe searched for her daughter's name, and when she saw the numerous photos that popped up, she became red-eyed on the spot.

Look at it carefully and keep saving.

Hearing his aunt's words, Song Yuannian replied seriously while driving the car, "Aunt, you are dressed very beautifully and look very good today. If these gifts are not enough, we can continue to give them to my cousin. It's okay."

The Song family has not yet been notified that my cousin is not dead.

If my grandparents and parents knew about it, they would definitely rush to Haishi.

It might scare my cousin then.

In addition, the scumbag Zhou Hongchuan has not been solved yet, so the fewer people know about it, the better.

Song Yuannian directly booked the earliest flight.

In two hours, we arrived at Haishi.

It was only about eight o'clock in the morning when we arrived at the agreed place.

Song Qinghe, who was standing at the door, was as stiff as iron, with a look of embarrassment on his face.

The raised hand was lowered again.

"Yuan Nian, isn't it too early now? Zhao Zhao hasn't woken up yet. We..."

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Before he could finish speaking, the door opened from the inside.

The person who opened the door was a woman with a cool and bright face.

Jiang Sheng looked at the two people standing at the door and said, "Ms. Song?"

Song Qinghe didn't expect that the girl in front of him was the one who bought his cheongsam at the auction.

Then he reacted, "It's...it's me."

It was obvious that the woman was nervous.

Jiang Sheng turned sideways and said softly, "Come in, Zhao Zhao didn't fall asleep until almost dawn. She's not awake yet. I'll call her later."

Song Qinghe walked into the room and waved his hands quickly, even his voice became softer.

"No, no, no, let her sleep, we can wait."

Walking into the living room, Song Yuannian piled the gift boxes he brought on the table.

I went downstairs twice more to finish moving the gifts I brought.

Jiang Sheng was a little surprised when he saw that the table was so full that it couldn't even accommodate the various gift boxes on the floor.

Song Yuannian sat obediently next to his aunt, "This is a little greeting gift from my aunt."

Song Qinghe pointed to a pile of gift boxes piled up among them and said softly, "I don't know what Miss Jiang likes, so I arranged some."

Jiang Sheng didn't expect that there would be one for her.

"Ms. Song is too polite."

Song Qinghe shook his head, "This is just a little thought. Compared with the care that Miss Jiang's family has taken for Zhaozhao for so many years, it is completely incomparable."

At this time, a snow-white dog walked from the bedroom door to the living room.

Seeing the two strangers in the living room, Ice Cream couldn't help but watch them from a distance with vigilance.

Song Yuannian also saw this dog and thought it looked familiar.

Jiang Sheng made tea for the two of them.

Song Qinghe spoke to her in a low voice, but couldn't help but look towards the bedroom.

Li Zhao was forcibly awakened by his biological clock. He looked at the bright sky outside and glanced at his phone. It was almost nine o'clock.

He quickly got up, put on his clothes, and hurried out of the bedroom.

"Shengsheng! They are coming..."?

Seeing the scene in the living room, Li Zhao froze in place for an instant.

The eyes of the people talking in the living room all fell on the girl who ran out of the bedroom.

The scene was silent for a while.

The moment Song Qinghe saw the girl, his eyes turned red uncontrollably.

He gritted his teeth to prevent tears from falling.

Li Zhao also caught a glimpse of a woman wearing a light green cheongsam.

My heart felt like it was electrocuted, it hurt and was numb.

Then he realized that he hadn't washed up yet and his hair was a mess. He immediately turned around and went back to the bedroom and closed the door.

Song Qinghe watched the girl turn around and return to the bedroom, and stood up anxiously.

There was worry on his face, "Is Zhaozhao scared by me?"

Jiang Sheng looked away and reassured, "No, she just didn't wash up. She will come out soon."

Just as Jiang Sheng said, the bedroom door was quickly opened again.

Li Zhao, wearing a mint green waist dress, walked out of the room.

Her waist-length black hair is spread smoothly around her waist.

When Song Qinghe saw the girl walking towards her, her heart was like a drum, as if it was about to jump into her throat.

The fingernails were clasped tightly into the palm of the hand, almost bleeding without even noticing.