Venomous tongue top stream is a small stutter [rebirth]

Linda: "Okay! My mother likes to see you play hard and then slap other people in the face."

"...Don't imitate me."

Linda: "?"

"I have a husband, I'm not afraid, you can't even find a husband if you curse."

Linda: "Get out!"

Linda: "Oh, by the way, the clip of the amateur drama you participated in in the last issue is finished, and it is expected to air next week, and the source of the clip has been sent to me, do you want to watch it again?"

"Need not."

Song Zhi has always been daring, and she is not afraid of being heard when she speaks out, and there is no need for editing.

Because of this, all the major radio and television media both love and hate Song Zhi, coveting the popularity and traffic he brings, and hating his fearless mouth on the other hand.

In the entertainment industry where traffic is king, the major media would rather pay high prices than scramble to invite Song Zhi to participate. With him, the ratings of programs can always break through historical highs.

Although Yan Huai has an office in Qiannan City, all of his business chains are abroad. He returned to China temporarily recently, so the work had to be carried out remotely.

After the video conference was over, Assistant Yang handed over the tablet and put it on Yan Huai's desk, "Mr. Yan, this is an edited video of Mr. Xiao Song's latest program."

In the past two years, Assistant Yang had to show Yan Huai all the videos that Song Zhi participated in recording in advance before notifying the major radio stations to broadcast them.

Yan Huai is busy with work, and Assistant Yang will browse the video in advance to predict the possible consequences, "When this episode is broadcast, Mr. Xiao Song will have to search and hang up on Weibo for another day."

"Yeah." Yan Huai leaned on the office chair without any special reaction. He clicked on the video screen, "Who are you scolding again this time?"

"Basically all the male guests scolded me."

"What did you scold?"

"Call the poor and lazy guy number one with a mouth that only farts, scold the guy number two who thinks he's handsome for wearing a goblin mirror and come back to look in the mirror, scold the lazy guy number three who will be reincarnated as a pig in his next life, scold him The number four man who is uneducated and claims to be a genius eats less rice so as not to waste the country's food."

Assistant Yang sighed, "Boss Yan, you really have to take care of him."

"is there a problem?"

"No... no problem?"

Mr. Xiao Song is a public figure after all, with tens of millions of fans, how can he talk like that?Is this the moral fashion that a harmonious society should have?

Yan Huai swiped the video to what Assistant Yang said, his eyes stopped on Song Zhi's eye-catching dark green hair, and he slightly raised the corner of his mouth, "Very cute."

Assistant Yang: "?"

But... cute?

How could someone regard cursing as cute?It's all so cute?Love indeed blinds.

"Besides that, is there anything else?"

Assistant Yang pinched his throat, but didn't say anything until the end, "Why don't you just watch it yourself."

Assistant Yang glanced at the progress bar, "It's just behind."

In the video, the host enthusiastically asked Song Zhi, "Mr. Song, can you share the secret of keeping the love between you and your husband fresh?"

Song Zhi leaned on the sofa, propped her chin and said casually, "Sex and life are harmonious."

The host is an intern who has never been in a relationship. He blushes for a while and shrinks back, not knowing how to deal with it.

Another guest who watched the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal asked to make a rescue, "What kind of harmony method?"

"My husband seven times a night kept me out of bed for three days."

Yan Huai in front of the video laughed out loud, rewinded the progress bar for more than ten seconds, and watched the same plot several times.

Seeing that Yan Huai finally turned off the video, Assistant Yang dared to speak, "Boss Yan, do you need to cut this part?"

Yan Huai's attention was still on the tablet computer, he logged into his email, and sent the video to his email, "What's the screenshot?"

"Mr. Xiao Song's words just now are really inappropriate." Assistant Yang couldn't help but sweat for the boss, this kid really dared to speak.

"Which aspect do you mean is wrong?" Yan Huai leaned his jaw on the office chair, "Do you suspect that our sex and life are not harmonious? Or doubt that I can't do it seven times a night?"

"No, no, no." Assistant Yang was so frightened that Tianling Gai smoked, and hurriedly waved his hands, "President Yan, I didn't mean that."

Regarding the boss's private life, Assistant Yang would not guess, nor did he dare to guess.But at this point, he couldn't help muttering, Mr. Yan hasn't met Mr. Xiao Song in the past two years. Does the so-called harmonious sex and life mean no sex and life?

"Any other questions?"

As Yan Huai's personal assistant, Assistant Yang has been with the boss for three years. He claims to understand his character, but if he talks about this, he will make trouble for himself and make the boss unhappy in disguise.

"Nothing."

The so-called no is that when Mr. Xiao Song gets into trouble again, he will continue to spend money, time, and contacts to settle it.

My boss doesn't care about the cost to make his lover happy, but it's their mortal, hard-working little assistants who suffer!

It is difficult to be a human being, but it is even more difficult to be the assistant to the president.

Yan Huai had been home for nearly a week, and it happened that Song Zhi didn't announce, and his Weibo account was confiscated by Linda.

Fortunately, Yan Huai went out around eight o'clock every morning, and only occasionally went home for dinner.

Ever since Yan Huai restricted his snacks, Song Zhi's three meals a day were normal, but he still couldn't restrain his craving for snacks.

At 08:30 in the evening, Song Zhi pushed open the bedroom door, and the living room downstairs was pitch black.Before Yan Huai came back, he tiptoed downstairs to open the freezer like a thief.

Luckily, he was smart and had a lot of ice cream in the refrigerator, which Aunt Lan forgot when she was looking for snacks.

He took out the long-preserved super-large box from the bottom shelf of the freezer, tore open the wooden spoon and put it in his mouth. Just as he was about to unpack the package, the whole box of ice cream was snatched by a hand protruding from behind.

Song Zhi bit the spoon, with a faint smell of logs in her mouth, she turned her head -

Face to face with Yan Huai's cold and serious face.

The cheating was discovered, and Song Zhi's heart was fried in oil for three rounds.Even if Yan Huai hasn't lost his temper, it must be the calm before the storm, and he doesn't know if it's too late to kneel down and beg for mercy.

"Have you had dinner?" Yan Huai asked.

Song Zhi nodded mechanically.

"Can't help it?" Yan Huai tapped the ice cream paper cover with his fingertips, and there was still a layer of translucent frost on it.

He got the stolen goods at the same time, is there any use for him to argue now?Song Zhi bowed her head and acquiesced, anyway, she was dead anyway.

Before the refrigerator door could be closed in time, Yan Huai leaned forward, and brushed Song Zhi's ear indirectly with his arm, took out a small box from it and put it in his palm, "Eating too much cold at night will make you uncomfortable."

"?"

Song Zhi looked at the Haagen-Dazs in her hand and rolled her eyes. Does this mean that he is allowed to eat it?

God opened his eyes?

Before he could figure out the ins and outs of the situation, Yan Huai had already pulled out the ice cream scoop from his mouth and went upstairs.

When the other party was about to leave his sight, Song Zhi saw with his own eyes that he scooped out a scoop of ice cream and stuffed it into his mouth.

But he swallowed that spoon just now.

Song Zhi pursed her lips, the smell of logs on the spoon hadn't dissipated, and she was recklessly burning his face red along the tip of her tongue.

The kitchen became quiet again, Song Zhi was still leaning against the cold refrigerator.

He opened the ice cream in his hand, dug out a small piece with a spoon and stuffed it into his mouth. The fragrant chocolate melted in his mouth, but it was a pity that he had just scooped out a few spoonfuls before bottoming out.

Song Zhi held the ice cream that was only half the size of a palm in her hand.It's not that it's not good to eat too much cold at night, why can he eat big ones but I can't?

Then a small box of ice cream can't satisfy Song Zhi's craving for snacks at all.

At the beginning, Yan Huai's deadline was to gain weight before eating, but he was not easy to gain weight, even if he ate high-calorie snacks every day, he could still consume them completely in his sleep.

Song Zhi sat on the sofa in the living room, stuffed the last bite of ice cream into her mouth, and couldn't bear to take a spoon after holding it for a long time.He looked up at the closed door on the second floor, wondering if he would never be able to eat potato chips again.

How miserable.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Aunt Lan knocked on the door and told him to have breakfast.

Ever since Yan Huai came back, Song Zhi suspected that she had stepped into the old life ahead of time. Three meals a day were regularly ordered, and the ingredients were green and healthy.

He snuggled under the quilt, rubbed his eyes, put the rabbit in his arms on the pillow, and went downstairs after a simple wash.

Yan Huai sat at the dining table and read the newspaper, without touching the breakfast at hand.

Song Zhi knew that the other party was waiting for him to be with her, and it had been like this for the past few days.

He pulled out a stool and sat at the dining table, took the milk handed by Yan Huai and said, "Thank you, thank you."

For several days, this was the only conversation the two had during breakfast.

After Yan Huai finished his coffee, he dipped his mouth in a tissue and got up.

At this moment, Song Zhi's heart began to dance with gongs, drums and firecrackers.As long as he eats obediently and then watches Yan Huai go to work, he can spend the whole day at home alone.

Once Yan Huai left, this was his world, although there was still no snacks.

Yan Huai walked behind him after breakfast, but Song Zhi didn't dare to look back, and could only judge whether the other party left by relying on his footsteps and the sound of the door closing.

Song Zhi pressed her lips against the rim of the milk glass and pricked up her ears, predicting that the sound was getting farther and farther away from him.

Hold on tight, victory is at hand.Brother Yan Huai must have put on his coat and is about to open the door.

?

He clearly heard again that the sound of walking was gradually pulling in his direction, and the movement of leather shoes stepping on the marble floor became more and more clear.

Song Zhi clenched the milk cup tightly, her brain began to run wildly.In the ten minutes since he went downstairs to now, what mistakes did he make, whether the mistakes were serious or not, is it still too late to admit his mistakes?

Yan Huai's footsteps stopped behind him, and Song Zhi racked his brains but couldn't find a reasonable answer.Muscles stiffen along the back, and teeth ache against the inside of the glass.

It's over, it's dead.

Yan Huai's arm came along the top of Song Zhi's head, and the latter buried his head lower subconsciously, closing his eyes and not daring to look.

I hope I can die comfortably and be a good person in my next life.

"Let's eat half an hour after the meal." Yan Huai's steady voice came from the top of his head, "Be good, every day."

Song Zhi slowly opened his eyes, and there was a pack of potato chips in his empty hand, which was the lime flavor he liked.