Domestic matters are almost settled, Wang Wei revealed that the company is digging a hole for Ji Yue.

Lest the hole was not dug deep enough, Ji Yue still had a place to turn over.

If Ji Yue is to be overthrown now, with the new drama's broadcast, if the drama's reputation is too good, he does still have a chance to survive.

But when he was lifted to a high place and fell heavily, even the Daluo Immortal couldn't save him.

As soon as Xie Nanting heard this, he knew that his brother was secretly giving advice.

There must be more than one surprise waiting for Ji Yue.

Jiwotou Song Tian posted on Weibo: "Why, Song Zhaoshui's letter/card was stopped by the old man, and he has degenerated to the point of being a mistress?"

This one is also an amazing character. quarrel with people on Weibo all day long, and if see anyone unhappy, will fight back. He didn't have Weibo certification, so when he offended people so arrogantly at the beginning, he was skinned.

Oh, it turned out to be the young master of the Song family.

Well, no wonder so arrogant.

Although there are many people who hate him, everyone knows that he is a rich boy.

So when he posted this Weibo, the people below began to speculate, could it be that Song Zhaoshui has something to do with Song Tian? Song Tian has always called Song Pei an old man on his Weibo, so whose card can Song Pei stop?

Netizens have always been Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, and quickly guessed the relationship between Song Zhaoshui and Song Tian.

Someone below commented: "Do rich people call their sisters by their first names?"

Song Tian replied for the first time: "I am happy."

Although the tone is still so arrogant, he told netizens bluntly and clearly: You guessed it right, Song Zhaoshui is my sister.

This time, those netizens who still had doubts about Song Zhaoshui being a mistress also began to waver.

Even if you don't understand it, you should know that the Song family will not be short of money. Especially for a director like Li Shu who is about to be buried, it is a joke to say that it is still possible for him to curry favor with Song Zhaoshui, and to say that Song Zhaoshui will be his mistress.

This turmoil gradually began to subside.

The remaining three or two sunspots insisted that even if Song Zhaoshui was rich, what if she was blind, so she fell in love with Li Shu!

Black for the sake of being black, it is irrational and has no IQ. It looks funny and can only arouse the ridicule of netizens.

Ji Yue looked at the change in the wind, threw the phone on the table angrily, and said to a thin young man with glasses next to him, "Isn't it because the Song family doesn't pay attention to her, why did Song Tian come out now?"

"Who knows, Song Tian is a second-generation ancestor, who cares what he wants to do." The young man pushed his glasses, "But this can't be done anymore, Tianyue Company will find someone to contact me and take the video away. already."

Young people are Xiaoliu in the entertainment industry. They were originally college graduates. They searched for a job for a long time and couldn't find it, but they found a chance of life online. Doing this doesn't require any real work, and the money comes quickly.

Ji Yue glared at him dissatisfiedly: "When people find you, you give it?"

"I don't dare to confront this big company," Xiaoliu in the entertainment industry smiled slyly, "I can talk about it later. Well, Qian Xian..."

"Things are not done, you still want money?" Ji Yue sneered.

Xiaoliu in the entertainment industry is not annoyed, and still smiles: "You are a big star, and I rely on this to eat. When I panic when I'm hungry, it's easy to break my mouth. …”

He slapped himself on the mouth, as if worried.

This was threatening him, Ji Yue gave him an annoyed look: "I'll call you at night."

"Okay, big star, happy cooperation!" The young man smiled smugly, revealing jagged yellow teeth. Ji Yue looked disgusted, put on his hat and hurried away.

"Bah," Xiaoliu in the entertainment circle spat, "Who are you looking down on, little white face!"

The next day was a sunny day.

Xie Nanting called a car in advance and waited outside the hotel. He arranged the pick-up yesterday. Last night, he found out that he was watching a French movie without subtitles. Song Zhaoshui had already preconceived that Xie Nanting could speak **.

As a result, when she got out of the car, she saw Xie Nanting gesturing at the driver. After talking for a long time, the driver waved his hand and kept saying, "l'anglais, non, non!"

(English, no, no!)

The driver has already said not to speak English, and Xie Nanting is still stubbornly saying in English that this is not the destination.

Seeing Song Zhaoshui approaching, he became more anxious and raised his voice unconsciously.

The driver didn't understand either. The two of them were talking with each other. It was a lively quarrel, but unfortunately the progress of communication was still zero.

Song Zhaoshui patted his shoulder: "I..."

"Don't worry, I'll get it done right away." He turned his head and swore to assure, but when he met the blank face of the driver, he suddenly felt a headache.

"I mean," Song Zhaoshui forcefully interrupted this conversation that was not on the same channel at all, "Let me do it."

Xie Nanting was stunned. At the moment when he was stunned, Song Zhaoshui had already spoken to the driver: "Excusez- moi, nous désirons..."

(Sorry, we wanted to…)

Song Zhaoshui's voice was gentle, and he spoke a passage of French very fluently.

The exotic golden sunlight leaked from the top of her head, and the gentle smile on the corners of her eyes almost melted.

Xie Nanting finally knew why some people spoke French romantically. He imagined that Song Zhaoshui would speak to him so gently, and suddenly he couldn't calm down, and his eyes stared straight at the two red lips.

"Hey, get in the car, why are you in a daze?"

Xie Nanting in Song Zhaoshui's eyes will be in a daze anytime, anywhere.

"You, do you know slang?" Xie Nanting's eyes lit up.

That kind of look, as if Song Zhaoshui knew something, she avoided his eyes and said, "A little, just enough."

In fact, more than enough, she was a freelance French interpreter in her previous life.

This is what she eats.

"That's great too," Xie Nanting raised his hand to protect her head and escorted her into the car, then sat next to her, "I won't."

He speaks English and is unimpeded most of the time, but not all French speak English and English with a French accent is not that easy to understand. And some French still think French is a noble language, even if they understand English, they pretend not to understand.

Song Zhaoshui smiled: "I'm not good at acting yet."

She paused, feeling that it was necessary to end the topic, otherwise it would turn into a commercial talk show later.

Xie Nanting's indifferent face shows admiration, which is really flattering.

But after the journey, this person no longer wanted to speak a word of English, and looked at her with bright eyes throughout the whole process: "Where are we going?"

"Wait where?"

"Where to go?"

"......"

Song Zhaoshui was tall and slender. Today, he was wearing a black floral dress and a long-sleeved short jacket that complemented his long legs. Walking among the crowds in foreign countries, he was a sight to behold at a glance. The rate of turning heads along the way should not be too high. Xie Nanting's heart has been bubbling with sourness all the time, and he has not dared to say that he has no identity now.

The two of them didn't even make arrangements for their itinerary, and it counted wherever they went.

Passing a park, they decided to sit down and rest for a while. Song Zhaoshui took off the wide hat on his head, which he bought on the side of the road, but unexpectedly, it matched her outfit very well.

Although Xie Nanting insisted that it was because she had a good-looking face, she looked good in any hat.

Song Zhaoshui suspected that in Xie Nanting's eyes, she was a devastated little weed, weak, pitiful and helpless, and needed a hundred times of care, so he became extra gentle and exaggerated.

These words, if it was her, she couldn't say it.

Too blunt, so a little ashamed.

Xie Nanting's face is really thick, she realized it for the first time.

After a while, a young French man took a piece of paper and handed it to Song Zhaoshui: "vous □□ez un très joli sourire."

(You have a beautiful smile.)

It was a sketch, and the girl on it was holding a hat and smiling slightly sideways.

In fact, Song Zhaoshui was smiling at Xie Nanting just now, but there was no Xie Nanting in the picture.

She was stunned for a while, Xie Nanting stretched his neck and glanced, his face turned cold, and said to the man, "non!"

He thought the man was here to strike up a conversation, and glanced nervously at Song Zhaoshui, annoyed by his poor French vocabulary, and could only say no, no, no. He seemed to tell this person that Song Zhaoshui was his girlfriend, but he was afraid that Song Zhaoshui would not be happy when he heard this. After holding back, he showed an offended expression: "non!"

The French man had a mohawk braid, a short cyan stubble around his mouth, and showed a big white tooth with a smile. He said a word to Xie Nanting, then waved to the two of them and left.

"What did he say?" Xie Nanting frowned, feeling irritated.

Song Zhaoshui put away the pair of sketches: "I didn't say anything, don't worry about it, let's go."

Xie Nanting glanced at her and knew that she was lying to herself, but she had no choice but to let it go. Before leaving, he glanced at the direction the French man was leaving: "Can I look at that painting?"

Song Zhaoshui handed it to him, and Xie Nanting looked at the front and back carefully.

Very good, no contact information is left.

He looked at Song Zhaoshui, not sure what she thought. Judging from the current popular aesthetics, European men's deep eye sockets and high nose bridge are very attractive, and the man just now has blue eyes. Many girls say that blue eyes are beautiful, affectionate and gentle. He touched his knee a little nervously.

She can speak **, maybe she will like French men?

Xie Nanting frowned, irritably wanting her to come to France was a mistake.

Song Zhaoshui took a few steps, saw him fall behind, and greeted him: "Let's go, what are you looking at?"

She bit her lip, thinking of what the French man said before leaving: "ton amie est très belle."

(your girlfriend is beautiful)

Fortunately, Xie Nanting didn't understand, so she put on her hat, and when she bowed her head, a flush of red quickly floated across her cheeks.