Rebirth of Jinse Nianhua

On the third day of our stay, Song Yu and I welcomed a heavyweight person to our temporary new home. I was cooking medicine for Song Yu in the kitchen when I heard the doorbell rang wildly, thinking that the paparazzi had found ours so soon. In the hiding place, I couldn't help but squeeze a cold sweat in my heart.

He tiptoed to the door, squinted one eye and looked at the cat's eyes, although the person outside the door was completely wrapped up, even his eyes were covered by huge sunglasses and a peaked cap , but I still recognized him at a glance from his figure.

Immediately cheered and opened the door, and plunged into the arms of the visitor. God knows that I was about to suffer from being locked up here for the past few days. Song Yu almost grounded me at home. Of course, he went out to return home by himself. The company also has to disguise itself to avoid recognition, and the presence of any acquaintance at such a time is enough to make me ecstatic.

"Is the movie finished so soon?" With his arms around Song Mi's waist firmly, he asked happily with his neck raised, "I didn't see any relevant news on the Internet? Didn't it say that the filming would take at least half a year?"

Song Mi was taken aback by my sudden rush out, and after recovering, she rubbed my head and blamed me with a smile: "Are you trying to strangle me to death with such force? Go in first and then we'll talk about it."

Only then did I realize that I was a little too excited, so I quickly let go of Song Mi and led him into the room.

As soon as she entered the door, Song Mi took off the sunglasses, the mask and the extremely low peaked cap on her face neatly, and threw them on the partition cabinet in the entrance, revealing an increasingly delicate cheek, and The hair on the shoulders was tied back into a short braid, and only a few shorter strands hung wantonly by the ears, making the already handsome silhouette look more three-dimensional.

The slender knuckles flicked the hair beside the ears casually, and the wings of the nose, as beautiful as a knife, fluttered slightly. Song Mi frowned and asked me, "What's the smell?"

"Oops!" He cursed himself for being fooled by Song Mi's beauty again, and at the same time quickly ran towards the kitchen.

The medicine jar on the stove had already begun to spit brown foam from the mouth, and the medicine juice that was poured out dripped on the high-temperature stove edge, making a harsh sound of "Zizizizi".

I quickly turned off the fire, put on heat-resistant gloves, and carefully picked up the medicine jar and poured out the fried medicine. Fortunately, the rescue was in time, and there was still half a bowl left.

I can't help but let out a long breath, it's the first time, it's pretty good to be able to do this, I comfort myself like this in my heart.What makes me more gratified than this is that Song Yu no longer hides it after being smashed by me last time. I will personally review the medicine he takes every day.

"What medicine?" Song Mi's lazy voice suddenly came from behind.

Turning around, Song Mi was leaning against the kitchen door with her hands in her pockets, looking past me at the half bowl of Chinese medicine lying on the stove.

I don't know if Song Mi knows about Song Yu's condition, so I can only answer ambiguously: "Give it to Song Yu."

"Aphrodisiac medicine?" Song Mi raised her eyebrows exaggeratedly, and smiled evilly, "As far as I know, Song Yu shouldn't be so depressed in bed that he needs to rely on medicine?"

"Can you be a little more serious!" I gritted my teeth angrily, "It's obvious that your brother is sick and needs medicine!"

Song Mi smiled noncommittally: "Don't be angry, I'm just surprised that Song Yu would tell you."

"You knew it a long time ago?" You clenched your fists unconsciously, "Why do you even keep such things from me?"

"I said before, what Song Yu doesn't want to tell you must be for your own good." Song Mi leaned towards me, took my hand, pulled off the heat-resistant gloves and threw it away, her suffocatingly handsome face was serious Seriously, "And your immediate problem is obviously not Song Yu's disease."

I also knew that what Song Mi said was reasonable, so I couldn't help sighing, and looked at him for help: "What do you think?"

Song Mi showed a thoughtful expression, and held back a sentence for a while: "Go to the living room and say, the smell is too strong here."

Resisting the urge to drag Song Mi to the living room where the smell of traditional Chinese medicine is not so strong, Song Mi is not in a hurry, and after walking around the living room leisurely, he asked me: "The style here doesn't look like what Song Yu would like. , rented temporarily?"

I really couldn't stand Song Mi's loose attitude, so I gave him a blank look: "That's not the point, okay?"

"That's right, that's right, I almost forgot what I came here for today." A certain person patted himself on the head belatedly, and then showed a charming smile, "Return to Xiaochen when you have time." Call, he couldn't reach you, you were almost dying of anxiety, if I hadn't stopped you, you would have flown back from Brussels."

I was reminded so bluntly by Song Mi that I realized that my mobile phone has been turned off for the past few days. I just wanted to calm myself down, but I didn't expect that it would make Su Chen worry, so I bit my lip unconsciously and whispered: " knew."

"Don't be so sad, the matter hasn't gotten out of hand yet." Song Mi reached out and rubbed between my brows, "And maybe this is a good opportunity."

I don't understand: "What opportunity?"

"Of course it's the opportunity for Song Yu to return to the Song family." Song Mi took advantage of the situation and slapped my forehead hard, which made me grin my teeth in pain.

Rubbing his painful forehead and staring angrily at Song Mi: "What do you mean by that?"

Song Mi winked at me, and smiled mysteriously: "Did Dad take any measures against Song Yu or Yushen's creativity in recent days?"

I thought about it, and it seems that there is really no. Compared with the farce at the beginning of the year, Song Wanzhuo's attitude this time is a bit too indifferent, but what does it mean?If he couldn't figure it out, he had no choice but to turn his gaze to Song Mi: "What does Uncle Song say if he doesn't move?"

"Stupid!" Song Mi made a gesture and wanted to flick my forehead with her fingers. I was so scared that I immediately took a few steps back until I was close to the wall.

"I'm sorry, I've gotten used to this action in filming recently." Seeing me reacting so quickly, Song Mi finally realized her atrocity, and looked at her hand that was still raised in the air with a funny look, "The character needs it, there is no way."

Waving his hands to show his generosity, he urged: "Back to the point, you said this is an opportunity for Song Yu to return to the Song family, what do you say?"

"It's very simple, because Dad knows very well that he has no better candidates besides Song Yu, so he doesn't care about it. I guess he wants to wait for this matter to fade away." Song Mi spread her hands and shrugged. Shrugging his shoulders, "I'm sure there is no hope, and Song Yin is walking a tightrope right now. As long as Song Yu is determined, he can be easily pulled down."

I have heard Song Yu mention the shady things Song Yin did secretly, but he has never been able to make up his mind to use this as an excuse to pull Song Yin off his horse, but as Song Mi said, maybe it is really a It was a very good opportunity for Song Yu to fight back. Song Wanzhuo's refusal to respond to the media on this matter has already explained everything very well.

Seeing me pondering, Song Mi couldn't help but smile, and added: "Besides, Song Yu still has the support of Ye Qinyuan, it's only a matter of time before he returns to the Song family."

"They are just ordinary partners..." I carefully observed the changes in Song Mi's expression.

"Don't take me for a fool." Song Mi laughed indifferently, "Before Song Yu told me the truth today, I actually guessed that Ye Qinyuan would not be just a partner with him."

"Then you still call 'Ye Qinyuan' so smoothly."

Song Mi pursed her lips, and said childishly, "I can't call a stranger I haven't met in more than [-] years."

2015-02-11