Chapter 91

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date="2020-11-07"

title="Chapter 91"

weight="103747"

series = ["Transmigrating Into The Heartthrob’s Cannon Fodder Childhood Friend"]

mode = "manual"

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Song Yu was shocked.

Fuck.

In your last life, you really shot Zhao Ziyu.

Is your boyfriend so accurate about yourself?

He held the phone and was speechless for a long time. But Xie Sui's words seemed to give him a soothing potion, which relieved his anxiety and irritability.

Xie Sui looked down and decided to preemptively. Based on his understanding of Song Yu, he was afraid that some things would kill his face, and he would not speak for a long time, and asked: "Why did you suddenly ask this question?"

Song Yu blinked, lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling of the room, his thoughts turned around.

Simply confess to him: "Remember the dreams I used to talk about?"

Xie Sui: "Yeah."

Song Yu said, "Every time I dream about it, it's your business."

Xie Sui smiled: "It's great."

Song Yu: "Not good!" What a hammer!

Xie Sui: "Well, it's me that's wrong, making you dream of me again and again."

Song Yu: "..." He tried to turn back to the subject and said, "What I dream of is the future, do you believe it?"

Xie Sui paused for a few seconds, thinking about how his reaction would be more normal, and finally smiled slowly, "Is my Yu Yu so powerful?"

Song Yu: "..."

His ears are hot and his face is red again!

But after falling in love, the soul of the straight man who tried to suppress it began to vaguely start to have the urge.

Day, I'm serious with you!

What a fool!

Song Yu said: "This dream is very long. It's like a series. I'm afraid I can't tell you when I call. I will tell you when you come to city a."

Xie Sui laughed lightly, his voice was cold, and the night was still unspeakably gentle: "Okay, in exchange, I will also tell you a secret."

Song Yu's eyes widened, his heart tickled as if he had been scratched by a feather, "What is it?"

Xie Sui said, "If you tell it, it's not a secret."

Song Yu could only suppress: "Well, I'm waiting for you."

Song Yuyi was ill and autistic for nearly ten years. Naturally, she had no friends in city A. As her sister, Song Wanying was ordered by her parents to take him everywhere.

The next day, both parents had gone to the company.

While Song Yu was eating breakfast, Song Wanying was feeding the parrot next to her, while she was feeding her and instilling her native love words: "Come, read it to me, you are the joy of your youth, and the teenager you like is also you."

The macaw opened its mouth to eat, and said to her: "Nothing to do, I like you very much!"

Song Wanying laughed for a long time.

Song Yu was drinking milk next to her, listening to her scorching eyes, and felt that she was crazy.

Song Wanying finished washing her hands and sat opposite Song Yu. Today she is a delicate girl, dressed up beautifully, from hairstyle to earrings to matching, to sit in front of the mirror and toss for two hours.

"Hurry up and accompany me to visit the class after eating."

Song Yu: "Which one?"

Song Wanying excitedly flipped out the phone and swiped it on the screen. When the screen opened was a picture of a swordsman in white, with bronzed skin and strong features, standing in the bamboo forest and green sea, unspeakably chic and domineering.

"Look at your future brother-in-law!"

Song Yu: "..." How did he remember that his brother-in-law was a gentle, handsome, fair-skinned man?

But who is right about the dream.

Regarding his sister's marriage, he still chose to shut up.

When she was about to leave the house, Song Wanying had to go upstairs and put on her makeup. Song Yu sat at the table reading the newspaper in a bored time.

The first edition of the newspaper was actually the Xie family's business, not Xie Sinian's generation. After all, few people dared to reveal this kind of grudge.

It is Xinrui, a technology company managed by Xie Sinian's eldest son Xie Mingsen as the president.

Scandals were all over the sky, first leaking customer personal information, and then plagiarizing a newly developed game by the defendant. Now that there is a lot of scolding on the Internet, the company's stock market has dropped frequently.

It seems that things have fermented for several days.

Song Yu went to Weibo.

One of the top three searches is Xinrui.

The enthusiasm has not yet dissipated, and clicking it is the passionate insult of various netizens.

Cursed Xinrui quickly went bankrupt, and the top executives hurried to get out.

Song Yu has no interest in this.

To be precise, he noticed that this was the name Xie Mingsen.

The expectation of netizens is going to be disappointed. It is so quick and simple to close a listed company, not to mention Xie Mingsen's backstage.

The more pressure this kind of news is, the more it will arouse public anger, and Xie Sinian is so busy that he should not have time to take care of the eldest son's side, so let it hang on the hot search for so long.

Song Wanying went downstairs with a bright look.

Song Yu put away the newspaper, looked at her up and down, and asked, "In what capacity did you visit the class?"

Song Wanying curled up her hair and said: "It's too simple. With my excellent social skills, I have obtained the qualification of visiting the class in the fan base of Brother Minghe. Is your sister's current personality, probably a pure female college student who silently chased her stars? ."

Song Yu sneered: "Pure female college student?"

Song Wanying: "That's right."

Song Yu: "What do you picture? Didn't you still want to follow the script of the domineering female president yesterday?"

Song Wanying calmly said: "Picture a pure love without any substance."

Song Yu: "666."

Song Wanying fiddled with her earrings and sighed and said, "In the final analysis, I am too poor, and I know everything about my life. You said that Dad's thinking is so old-fashioned, oh, not only him, but also him. That group of middle-aged and elderly entrepreneur friends, ha ha."

Song Yu broke through her: "If you really love him, you will sell your property. I remember when you were an adult, your grandfather gave you a house in Shui'an Mansion."

Song Wanying: "In fact, it's not about money or money. If I really spend a lot of money for him, Director Song will feel embarrassed when he spreads out, and I will have to be scolded again when I come back."

Song Yu didn't bother to complain about her, and turned to the question of today's itinerary: "I'll follow you, then I'm not bored?"

He glanced at the parrot next to him in the golden sunlight, and said, "It's better to walk the bird alone."

Song Wanying was puzzled: "Is this broken parrot better than my brother?"

The macaw is full of spirituality. Hearing Song Wanying's words, he immediately fluttered his wings, stared round his eyes and began to force: "I have everything you like."

Song Yu was amused, "It's pretty awesome."

Song Wanying rolled her eyes: "What is it?"

The parrot was praised and repeated proudly.

"I have everything you like! I have everything you like!"

"Shut up, just one sentence."

The parrot did not listen: "I have everything you like!"

Song Yu sneered: "You look ugly when you do what I like."

Song Wanying: "..."

The parrot probably also noticed the bad breath, and immediately changed his words and changed the sentence: "If you are well, it will be sunny. If you are well, it will be sunny."

The weather was really good outside, sunny, and the sun fell on the unmelted snow in the garden, bright white light.

It’s just that Song Yu already felt that this horrible bird was crooked, and went out with a smile, threatening directly: "One more sentence, you will not survive today."

The macaw closed its mouth spiritually.

The little princess Huayan, the chairman of Star City Entertainment, is Song Wanying's daughter. Therefore, Song Wanying took the pass issued by the fan group, but did not go on the road with the group.

Arrived at the studio.

Song Yu really didn't want to waste time with her here, and planned to run away when she sent her here.

However, Song Wanying yelled, "The genius Director Song is not going to observe it?"

Song Yu refused very simply: "I don't want to."

Hua Yan stopped her: "Don't embarrass your brother. Yu Yu doesn't chase stars. The past is so boring. Let him walk around."

Song Wanying let him go.

This place is the base of ancient style shooting.

Next to it are rockery gardens, pavilions, carved beams and painted buildings.

Song Yu is handsome, tall and long in legs. He was secretly photographed by many people along the way to guess which star he is.

Song Yu was bored and saw that he had been crazy in the class. He found a pavilion and sat down and began to reply to messages.

[Sadako does not forget the man who digs the well: Brother Yu, how have you been in the city of a! Alas, one day is like three autumns, I miss you so much now! 】

[Your husband Brother Yu: …I finished my winter homework? ] So free.

[Sadako does not forget the well-digger: qwq No, don't mention it. After I got my grades back, my dad immediately beat me up. The worst thing was that my mother caught me and finished the game all night. She now forces me to learn how to cook with her. Ah ah ah I served it! I might as well die in a restaurant! 】

[The lights are as it used to be: Hahahahahaha! Next time the class is organized for a picnic, Sadako remembers to show his talents]

[Ninety-year-old jungler with illness: Is it snowing in Brother Yu a? Take a picture for us to see]

[It's late: what kind of snow to shoot! Shoot people! Handsome guy! Take a selfie! 】

Song Yu ignored this booze.

He quit to want to chat with Xie Sui, and suddenly felt that someone was sitting next to him.

At the beginning of the snow, everything is fresh and cool. The person next to him, sitting over, seemed to smell like this.

Song Yu tilted his head and realized that... he was a pretty good-looking boy.

Let's go with him five to five.

Dressed very casually, and when I call, my voice is pretty good, "At the Gufeng Filming Base of Film and Television City, ah, just let them come and play. I am almost in good health, don't worry. Okay, come pick me up. "

He put down the phone and looked up at his head, which happened to meet Song Yu's eyes.

Song Yu also saw his facial features clearly.

The contour is deep, the eyes are phoenix eyes, the lips are thin, the skin is fair, there is a romantic and elegant taste, and the temperament is also distinctive. At first glance, it is the son of the rich.

The young man met his gaze and didn't shy away from him. He just smiled and said, "There is no one next to him. I will sit here if there is no one."

Song Yu is not a self-familiar character, and he has no enthusiasm for strangers. He replied, "No one, sit down."

After speaking, he lowered his head and continued to play with his mobile phone.

The teenager nodded politely, put the laptop on his lap, leaning against the railing of the pavilion seat, and his slender hands began to tap on the keyboard. The sound is crisp and smooth in my ears.

Song Yu began to accept Ma Xiaoding's serial complaints.

There was no time to even cut out to find Xie Sui.

[Sadako does not forget the well-digger: I only studied for three days, and my parents thought I could go to school. Let me take care of today’s lunch! Damn! How to open the gas tank! Which way to twist! I won't even serve it! I have never used a gas tank! Your husband Brother Yu]

[Sadako does not forget the well digger: Oh, oh, it's a fire, it's a fire, I twisted it right! But drain the oil first or drain the water qwq! Salt and MSG sauce and vinegar are not named! Your husband Brother Yu]

[Sadako does not forget the well digger: Ah, ah, I smell a very strange smell! Is the gas tank I turned my head? The gas leaked! Ahhhhh! How to do! Am I going to be poisoned to death today! What to do with Brother Yu! ! Your husband Yu

A row of exclamation marks.

Song Yu was bothered by him.

[Your husband Brother Yu: Don’t panic, smoke a cigarette and calm down]

After he replied, he suddenly heard the sound of peeling sugar paper.

Turning his head, he found that the boy next to him tore a mint and put it in his mouth. The sight is still not far from the screen, serious and focused.