Song Zhaoshui woke up the next day and found that the Aladdin magic lamp had replied to her: Can change wish?

It seems that this Aladdin magic lamp is out of oil. Even such a small wish cannot be realized. Song Zhaoshui narrowed his eyes: No.

Out of gas? Then you ask my wish!

In fact, it was not difficult for her to stay in the Song family, and the treatment of the original body was much better than that of her adoptive parents. After all, Song Pei is rich!

When talking about the black material on the Internet yesterday, Song Pei looked bad: "You didn't study hard in high school, and you beat people?"

Of course Song Zhaoshui denied it: "The company doesn't deal with what the netizens say nonsense, and I can't do anything about it."

If the original body was here, she would jump up and yell, blaming Song Pei for not believing herself. Then Song Pei's current wife, Sun Yun, will considerately persuade the children that they are ignorant and easy to make mistakes, so don't get angry.

In fact, Sun Jun was waiting for Song Zhaoshui to jump up.

But what disappointed her was that Song Zhaoshui was calm and logically explained the ins and outs to Song Pei. At the end, I did not forget the last eyedrop: "If the company handles it in time, this matter will not be so big."

Her boss is Song Pei's eldest brother-in-law. When she was young, she was a poor second-generation group. Now she still has nothing to do. She opened a company and couldn't make a name for herself.

Song Pei pondered for a moment: "Go back and film well, you don't have to worry about it."

The original body was his first child, which brought him the surprise of becoming a father for the first time, and it was impossible to ignore it completely.

Song Zhaoshui thanked him contentedly and returned to the studio.

The iron-headed, copper-brained plum tree just rested for a day and urged to start work. When Xie Nanting came back, Song Zhaoshui had already arrived. She was not in the lounge, but found a shady place to recite her lines. It's raining and it's cooler outside.

Xie Nanting saw her from a distance, wearing a light blue cheongsam, sitting crookedly on a rattan chair, her slender waist bent in, as if she could be held in one hand. The slits of the cheongsam were opened to three points above the knees, and a snow-white leg was half exposed in the middle of the blue color. He wanted to get out of the way, but the man happened to be sitting on the only way for him to enter the dressing room.

Xie Nanting struggled for a while before raising his legs and walking inside. He was mentally prepared and told himself that this time was different from the past, and that he should at least be polite to others before paying off his favor. But when he passed the rattan chair, people didn't notice him at all.

Dressed up? Xie Nanting stopped and saw that the corners of the script in her hand were hairy. After reading it so many times, she was still so fascinated?

Song Zhaoshui closed the script and was about to recite the lines silently, but found a person stopped beside him. He didn't know how long he had stopped. He was startled and raised his head suddenly: "Mr.

Xie Nanting looked at her strangely, as if he was looking at a person who he had known for a long time but found out that he had just seen his true colors. Song Zhaoshui was trembling when he saw him, he slowly sat up straight, pulled his cheongsam to cover his legs, and was about to get up, but Xie Nanting said, "Good morning."

"Well..." Song Zhaoshui laughed dryly, "Good morning."

Xie Nanting twitched the corners of his mouth, as if he wanted to show a polite smile. It's just that don't want to laugh, and the arcs on both sides are asymmetrical. Not only is it not friendly, but it's a bit like the smirk of a gentle scum before he does something bad.

Song Zhaoshui watched him leave, and immediately lay back. This guy is a little weird. She knocked on the armrest of the rattan chair, didn't she mean that this actor Xie was indifferent, what was he doing just now? Close to yourself?

She thinks that she, or the original body, has nothing to be approached by Xie Nanting.

Or because of what happened the day before yesterday? Song Zhaoshui also watched the news that day, and the photos accompanying the news were shocking. Luckily, the family didn't have an accident. If Ding Dai drove by there, it would be hard to say. She was not sure whether her actions that day helped Ding Dai avoid that fate. But Ding Dai gave her a special trip to thank her on WeChat and wanted to invite her to dinner.

Modern people say that inviting dinner is a polite speech, and Song Zhaoshui didn't take it to heart.

She felt that she really didn't do anything. She thought that even if it was someone else, if she knew in advance that something bad would happen, she would try to stop it.

Besides, even if Xie Nanting wanted to thank him, he actually wanted to thank Ding Daicai.

Song Zhaoshui shook his head, inexplicably. No one knows the truth except her. It may soon be dismissed as a coincidence.

At this time, Xie Nanting was facing the phone, looking at the chat record, expressionless. She said no, what should he do?

He exited the chat interface, clicked in again, and asked stubbornly: Really?

Some people get bored and can chat with strangers for a long time. What's more, Song Zhaoshui thought that "Xiao Xie's heart is soft" was a bit interesting, and seriously teased him: No, this is my wish.

Her account received too many private messages, which was a little inconvenient. Song Zhaoshui then re-registered a naked trumpet account, followed "Xiao Xie's heart is soft", and sent a private message: Use this account to chat.

"Xiao Xie is soft-hearted" finally has fans other than the beginner's guide. He looked at the id who sent a private message "I want a blue cat", moved his fingertips, and typed a line: Are you Song Zhaoshui?

Before he clicked send, he reacted again, deleted the words, and replaced them with: Are you Mrs. Xie's real wife?

Xie Nanting looked at this sentence and felt a strange feeling in his heart.

Song Zhaoshui is also quite ashamed, she does not chase stars. The love for actors or stars only stays in the aspect of appreciating their appearance. I have never called anyone a husband or boyfriend, but I have to bite the bullet and reply: It's me.

Mr. Xie is the nickname of fans for Xie Nanting, the reason is Xie Nanting's first play "Qing Xiang". He played the leading role in it when he was a teenager, when Xie Nanting was sixteen years old, and his face was young. By coincidence, the male protagonist is also surnamed Xie. The young boy walked into the audience's field of vision with a resolute look, and has since left this nickname.

Xie Nanting looked at the id, thought for a while, and said: I can give you a blue cat.

Song Zhaoshui raised his eyebrows, not appreciative: I will buy it myself. What is a wish to be able to buy?

From the beginning to the end, she felt that this person was joking with her.

Someone came to call her to prepare, Song Zhaoshui put away the phone. Ji Yue didn't have a heart for her, so he bought milk tea to share with everyone today. When it was her turn, he said, "I remember that you like sweetness, so you specifically asked for seven points of sweetness. Try it?"

Seven points of sweetness and cream, Song Zhaoshui felt a toothache just looking at it. She turned her hand to Liu Jie and said to Ji Yue, "I'm sorry, I've been uncomfortable recently, and I can't drink so sweet."

Ji Yue still smiled, without showing any displeasure, and even apologized: "I didn't think carefully."

After returning to the hotel, he knocked on the door with ginger and brown sugar water. Song Zhaoshui called Liu Jie over vigilantly, and then opened the door to speak.

In the presence of the third person, Ji Yue's eyes were somewhat embarrassed: "Didn't you say that you are not feeling well? I went to buy some ginger and brown sugar and rest early after drinking it."

Freshly soaked brown sugar water, the sweetness floated out of the cup.

Song Zhaoshui leaned against the door in a funny way: "I don't like sweet drinks, but I thank you for Xiao Jie." She raised her chin at Liu Jie and said lightly, "Then, how can you let Mr. Ji take it for so long. "

After Liu Jie drank the cup of milk tea, she felt a little squeamish and kept drinking water in the afternoon. Now looking at the brown sugar water Ji Yue "personally" soaked, there is a lingering fear on his face.

No matter how stupid Ji Yue was, he could still feel that Song Zhaoshui didn't care about him. He didn't understand what happened and wanted to ask in person, but Song Zhaoshui didn't give him a chance. Send WeChat to ask, people basically do not reply.

"I'm sleepy, Mr. Ji..." Song Zhaoshui was hesitant to say anything, the meaning of seeing off a guest was very obvious.

Ji Yue was angry in his heart, so he suppressed it and said goodbye before leaving. As soon as he returned to his room, he kicked down the back chair at the foot of the bed, and said with an angry face: "What is it, show me!"

He took a breath and suddenly calmed down. The more she is like this, the more like Ding Dai. Strange to say, the facial features of these two people have nothing in common. But he always felt that the two were very similar. The feeling before was very light, like a misty mist. But in recent days, this feeling has become stronger and stronger.

Like it, the more like the better.

After seeing Ji Yue away, Song Zhaoshui thought the room was too quiet and turned on the TV. Internet-connected TVs can choose their own content. After thinking about it, she chose an old film from ten years ago, "Qing Xiang".

Xie Nanting was really tender back then, and the edges and corners on his face were far less clear than they are now. Seeing him frowning melancholy, Song Zhaoshui could feel the feeling of maternal love in his heart. She thought about Xie Nanting on the set. If he frowned, everyone around him would be thinking about three feet away from him.

After a while, her phone rang. Picking it up and taking a look, Xiao Xie is looking for her to chat softly again: Can't you really change your wish?

Song Zhaoshui was entangled by him for a day, and he replied categorically: It is impossible to change, it is impossible in this life.

The other side was silent. After about half an hour, finally came up with the next question: If you save a person, how do you want him to repay?

Song Zhaoshui glanced at the TV. The young Lord Xie lost his parents, knelt on the mourning hall, his eyes were red, and he stubbornly refused to cry in front of the enemy. Hey, this small appearance is really pitiful.

She absently replied: It depends on the situation.

Xiao Xie's heart softened: how do you see the situation?

Song Zhaoshui: If you look good, you can show your body, and if you don't look good, you can pour tea and water.

It was sent out and there was no reply for a while.Song Zhaoshui thought that the other party was chatting half-heartedly like her, and didn't care.

But I don't know that the person on the other end held the mobile phone with a serious face, and finally sent a message in the three-person WeChat group of "Blind Date and Love One Family": Am I good-looking?

Ding Dai replied in seconds: Neuropathy!

Xie Beige took the opportunity to propose his long-planned purpose: you can register a Weibo and ask your fans.

Xie Nanting hesitated for a while and contacted Bao Xuetong: You can help me register a Weibo account.