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

After receiving a call from Zhou Hongwei, Song Qinghe was going to take her daughter back to the imperial capital to meet the Song family.

He walked to the balcony with the phone in hand, but his eyes kept falling on his daughter, as if he couldn't get enough of her.

"Is the matter resolved?"

Zhou Hongwei listened to the woman's clear voice and said with a smile, "I will naturally deal with the matters my sister-in-law told me with all my energy."

Song Qinghe frowned in disgust at the man's address.

"Zhou Hongwei, don't call me sister-in-law. Just call me what you called me before."

When Zhou Hongwei heard this, he immediately changed his mind, "Okay, Ms. Song, the Zhou family has fallen apart now. I thought it would take some time, but I didn't expect that they would start to fall apart internally if they just fanned the flames."

Speaking of this, Zhou Hongwei's voice sounded a little lost, "If I had known that I would have competed with Zhou Hongchuan back then, the Zhou family would not have ended up like this in my hands."

The old man of the Zhou family has two sons, the eldest son Zhou Hongchuan and the youngest son Zhou Hongwei.

Since childhood, Zhou Hongwei was not interested in the family's business. He thought that since he had an elder brother, he would just be an idle young man, playing around.

After becoming an adult, Zhou Hongwei went directly to a foreign university and was completely indifferent to his family's company.

Mr. Zhou had no choice but to pass on the family inheritance to his eldest son.

But even so, his eldest brother was still hostile to him, thinking that he would compete with him for family property, and he almost died abroad.

Thinking about it now, Zhou Hongwei actually felt regretful. If he had known it, he would have fought for it.

Listening to the woman on the other end of the phone not speaking, Zhou Hongwei continued.

"You must have found out the truth about the fire at Union Hospital that year, right?"

Song Qinghe didn't hide it, "Yes."

After hearing the woman's decisive answer, Zhou Hongwei said, "I seem to know why Zhou Hongchuan attacked your child."

The old man directly gave 15% of the Zhou Group's shares to Song Qinghe's unborn child.

It was even written in the will that 60% of the Zhou family's assets would belong to this child.

This will was seen by Zhou Hongchuan, which means that when the children in Song Qinghe's belly reach adulthood, they can naturally inherit the family business.

How could Zhou Hongchuan, who regarded money and power as life, accept this?

The 15% share was a trigger, and the old man’s will was the root cause of the tragedy.

It can only be said that the evil of human nature is vividly displayed in Zhou Hongchuan.

"I know."

Zhou Hongwei was a little surprised when he heard the woman's answer.

"you know?"

Song Qinghe has been investigating the cause of his daughter's death for so many years, and he has also investigated it from the old man.

She had seen the will.

Even Zhou Hongchuan's love for her was fake, and he married her because of the Song family behind her and the benefits brought by Le Vent.

"Is there anything else to say? If you don't tell me, I'm dead."

Zhou Hongwei quickly said, "Wait a minute, I'm going to the nursing home to see the old man. Do you want to go with me?"

Zhou Hongchuan is not a human being, but the old man of the Zhou family is really good to Song Qinghe, and he is also good to her daughter.

Now that her daughter has been found, not only must she tell the Song family, but Mr. Zhou must also let him know.

"I'm going. I'm going to take my daughter with me and go through the divorce procedures."

"Okay, then...wait a minute!!! Daughter?! What daughter?"

There was a rare warmth in Song Qinghe's voice, and even the pitch was rising.

"Yes, my daughter, she is not dead, she is still alive. Her name is Zhao Zhao, she looks like me, she is beautiful and well-behaved, and she calls me mom sweetly."

Hearing the woman's bright voice, Zhou Hongwei almost thought it was someone else.

What does it mean? !

Didn't her daughter die in the fire more than 20 years ago?

not dead? That child is not dead!

Knowing this news, Zhou Hongwei was a little excited.

"Great!"

If the child didn't die, she would have hope of living.

It turned out that she had no vitality in her face and eyes, and she looked like a zombie.

Song Qinghe listened to the excited voice of the man on the other end of the phone and rarely said a few more words.

"It's really good. Let's do it tomorrow. I'll bring Zhao Zhao back tomorrow and let's go to the nursing home together."

Li Zhao and her mother knew each other, and of course she had to tell the shovel this good news.

His hands clicked on the screen.

In the blink of an eye, three or four messages were sent out.

Shen Yun, who was working in the studio, unmuted her cell phone.

The purpose is to receive a message from someone as soon as possible.

Listening to the continuous buzz on WeChat.

Shen Yun's originally condensed eyebrows gradually softened.

Picking up the phone and looking at the message sent on the phone, his dark eyes rose slightly as if they were holding the warm spring breeze.

The originally noble and beautiful face was now as clear and moist as the bright moon.

[Little Dog Spirit: Mom and I recognized each other! ! ! 】

[Puppy Essence: My mother is so kind, so gentle, and so beautiful! Sure enough, I inherited her excellent genes]

[Little Dog Spirit: Mom told me to take me back to the Imperial Capital tomorrow, where my grandparents, uncles, and aunts will be there. Mom said they are all very good people. 】

[Little Dog Spirit: I actually have so many relatives, it’s like I’m dreaming??(ˊwˋ*)??]

Looking at the message sent by the girl, the happiness revealed between the lines overflowed through the screen.

My mood also became happy.

It seems that he made the right decision.

Li Zhao quickly received a reply from Shoushi.

[It’s not a dream, it’s all real. We have many more people who love her. 】

We Zhaozhao...

Seeing this sentence, Li Zhao's heart trembled slightly.

He placed the phone on his heart, as if to suppress his racing heart.

Take a deep breath.

The corners of his lips curled up.

Song Qinghe came back from the balcony and saw her daughter holding her mobile phone and giggling. She walked over and said softly, "Who are you talking to? Are you smiling so happily?"

Li Zhao immediately flipped the phone over and placed it on the coffee table.

"With...and a friend."

Song Qinghe looked at the beauty on her daughter's cheeks but didn't reveal it.

"Oh~ my friend~"

At this time, Jiang Sheng and Song Yuannian, who had gone out to make room for the mother and daughter, came back.

Looking at the two people sitting next to each other arm in arm in the living room, Jiang Sheng's eyebrows relaxed.

It seems that we have talked about it, which is great.

At noon, Song Qinghe directly booked a restaurant.

I know that my daughter’s current occupation makes it difficult for her to appear in public.

Afraid of causing a sensation.

Knowing the reason for the reservation, Li Zhao raised his eyebrows.

"Mom, your daughter is not that popular yet."

No need to be so exaggerated.

Song Qinghe said seriously, "Who said it wasn't popular?"

As he spoke, he took out his mobile phone and opened the social software. The posts shared on it were basically Luo Wan's outfit in Li Zhao's recent hit drama "The Story of Li Huan".

These software are basically recommended based on personal preference.

Now, Song’s mother has successfully turned this software into her daughter’s exclusive recommendation.

Jiang Sheng agreed with what Song's mother said, "Zhaozhao, your role as Luo Wan is really popular."

Even she, who doesn’t follow entertainment news very much, can see many passers-by forwarding it.

There is a saying that success in the entertainment industry depends on support, while success depends on life.

Passers-by are the best benchmarks.

Several people sat down and Song Qinghe was about to order when Song Yuannian stopped him.

"Aunt, wait a minute, there is another person. He is the great benefactor you and your cousin met."

As soon as he finished speaking, the box door opened from the outside.

The man wears a simple white shirt and black suit trousers.

The figure is tall and slender, and the face is as noble as the moon.

Everyone looked over.

Li Zhao: ∑(°口°?)??! ! !

Jiang Sheng: Oh ~ meeting the parents?

Song Qinghe: Are you sure he is a great... benefactor?