Difficult to raise a wealthy daughter-in-law

"What are you thinking?" Seeing Song Xixian sitting in a chair in a daze, Han Jiangye came over. He had a meeting for several hours today, and he was so busy that he was dizzy. There were too many things.

It seems that since Mr. Han came back, he has been very busy. He was so busy that he didn't have time to spend with Song Xixian, and he wanted Song Xixian to come to the company to accompany him after get off work.

"I didn't think about anything, I was just in a daze." Song Xixian nestled into Han Jiangye's arms like a puppy, "Why are you here now? I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Han Jiangye was a little apologetic, and immediately hugged Song Xixian, "It's my fault, it's all my fault, don't wait for me next time, there are so many things to do recently, I will have time when I am done with work for a while, It's time for us to travel."

Stars suddenly appeared in Song Xixian's eyes, "Really, you know I haven't traveled for a long time, where are we going?" Often there is a situation where there is time but no money, and time but no money, so that I miss a lot .

I really want to take a walk-and-go trip, it must be great.

"Where do you want to go, I listen to you." Han Jiangye fondled her hair, "If you can be my secretary, we can always be together."

"Ahem, that may not be good, you will definitely despise me." Song Xixian has seen Han Jiangye's state at work, he is merciless, and he criticizes it to the end. This is definitely not conducive to the relationship between husband and wife, "Or Forget it, I think it's fine now."

Han Jiangye kissed her hair, "But I seem to be with you all the time, and I want to take you with me wherever I go. What should I do? Am I sick? I have a disease called lovesickness."

"Sweet talk." Song Xixian pouted disdainfully, but in his heart it was quite useful.

"In this life, I'll just talk sweetly to you." Han Jiangye whispered in her ear, the hot air from the blowing was like ants scratching Song Xixian's skin, causing a strange electric current to flow through her body, this is the feeling of electric shock what.

Song Xixian lowered his head, Han Jiangye thought she was shy, and couldn't help but want to tease her again, "We are going to be an old couple, why are you still shy? You are so cute."

"Let's go home and talk about it, now I'm at the company." Song Xixian didn't want to be seen by others.

"Okay, okay, go home, see if you are in a hurry." Han Jiangye hugged Song Xixian and walked towards the elevator, "By the way, how did you come here today? Did you take a taxi?"

Song Xixian blinked, "That's right, it's so cold, I'm sure I'll hit you."

"Go and see the car when you have time. If you like it, tell me." Han Jiangye felt uncomfortable when he thought of the scene of waiting for him in the cold wind last time. "You like cars so much, why don't you buy one."

Song Xixian opened his mouth wide, thinking he heard it wrong, "You want to give me a car?" It's too expensive, and suddenly it feels a little unreal, too dreamy. Could it be that she will have her own car soon?
"It's convenient for you to come and go. I don't want you to be too tired, and it's so cold." Han Jiangye touched her face and pinched her face lightly. It was so tender and smooth that he couldn't help but want to pinch it again.

Song Xixian hesitated for three seconds, then shook his head again and again, "No, no, it's too expensive. I don't need to buy a new car. I just need to buy an old car and let me play with it."

Before, I lived a life of do-it-yourself, well-fed and well-fed, and rarely received favors from others. Even Li Zhixin never asked him to buy anything for him. Subconsciously, he didn't want to spend the other party's money.

"Who drives what kind of car, do you treat yourself as a second-hand car?" Han Jiangye would never let such a thing happen, "Okay, you can go with me some other day, I don't worry about it from your perspective."

Song Xixian curled his lips, "What's wrong with my eyesight, what's wrong?"

"As far as your eyes are concerned, at least one thing is right."

"what?"

"Of course he fell in love with me." Han Jiangye laughed, and when he saw Song Xixian's almost murderous eyes, he restrained himself a little, "You are a millionaire now, even if I don't buy it for you, you don't buy it for yourself. Maybe go buy a used car, doesn't it make sense?"

Song Xixian got angry when he mentioned this, "You still say, it's gone."

"Don't worry, since Li Zhixin said he would give it to you, he will naturally give it to you." Regarding the matter of Li Zhixin and Li Yan, Han Jiangye did not comment, but he didn't want Song Xixian to suffer, so he would intervene.

Song Xixian took a deep breath, actually he didn't want Li Zhixin to give her money, "Is there no way for Li Yan to go too far?"

"It's obvious to me, don't worry about it. One is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer. It's really a couple." Han Jiangye smiled gloatingly, "I don't care about them, anyway, I want to see how much money is in your account. Yes, if not, I’ll just ask Li Zhixin for it.”

In the morning, Song Xixian was woken up by a text message. It was a text message from the bank card, which showed that the bank card had received a sum of money. Song Xixian almost didn't see the number clearly, and she woke up immediately in fright.

Suddenly realizing who paid her, Song Xixian immediately called Li Zhixin, "Brother Zhixin, did you send me the money? I told you all."

"I have, I will definitely give it to you. If you don't accept it, I will feel uncomfortable. You can accept it. It is my reason after all. Don't mind it. That's it. I'm going to be on the show soon, so I hang up."

Song Xixian's heart was hard to calm down, she had never touched so much money, she felt unbelievable for a while, she actually had money, and with so much money at once, she felt like she had won the lottery Feel.

But the money was still given by Li Zhixin, so it was a little uncomfortable.

As soon as he went out, he saw that it was snowing outside, which made Song Xixian feel very good. This was the first snow this year, and it was much later than before. It was quiet last night, and the snow had piled up in the morning.

Seeing that it was snowing, the director made an impromptu idea and asked Song Xixian to dance with Wang Zeyu in the snow in a white off-the-shoulder dress.

"Oh, it's so cold today." Wang Zeyu came over wrapped in a thick coat, and when he heard the director's idea, he immediately looked at Song Xixian worriedly, "Can you take it?"

"If you can't bear it, you have to bear it." Song Xixian had a tragic face, showing a heroic posture.

Wang Zeyu saw that there was still no assistant around her, "Why isn't your assistant here, do you want me to tell Brother Yang?"

"No, no, I'm fine. Please don't say it. That's my friend. Brother Yang gave me a very difficult task, and I don't want to disturb her." Song Xixian looked at him pitifully, "Please don't go out of your way."

"If you are cold, I have something here, you can use it." Wang Zeyu asked his assistant to bring him something to keep out the cold, "Baby warmer, a must-have, you will be better if you put it inside."

Song Xixian accepted it gratefully, "Thank you, thank you, thank you so much."

"From now on, my assistant will be your assistant, and you can do whatever you want."

"Ah, what a shame." Of course Song Xixian didn't dare.

"It's okay, I'll do as long as I say." Wang Zeyu told the assistant, "If you need help changing clothes or something, let me know."

Song Xixian nodded with a smile, "Then thank you."

It was snowing outside again, Song Xixian was wrapped in a down jacket, his teeth were chattering, it was already so cold, if he had to take off the down jacket in a while, he wouldn't freeze to death.It's not easy to finally know the artist's hard work.

When the director called out, Song Xixian reluctantly took off the down jacket, and Wang Zeyu's assistant immediately took the down jacket. Song Xixian trotted to Wang Zeyu, smiled awkwardly, "It's so cold."

"Persevere, it will be fine soon." Wang Zeyu comforted, "Come on, give me your hand."

When the music started, Wang Zeyu took Song Xixian's hand and unexpectedly touched a pair of very warm hands, "Your hands are so warm."

Wang Zeyu smiled and took a step to dance with her, "Look at me, divert your attention, you won't be cold, and you will warm up by dancing."

Feeling the temperature from his palm, it seemed that it was really not that cold anymore, snowflakes fell on his body one by one, and gradually turned from cold to warm.

"The picture is beautiful." Yang Xiao didn't know when she came here. Looking at the picture, she couldn't help praising, "Is this another version?"

"Yes, I came up with it on the spur of the moment. It happened to be snowing, and the effect is not bad." The director looked at the people in the screen, "It feels good. How old do you think Song Xixian is? He doesn't look so old. He is with Wang Zeyu , the picture is not discordant."

Song Xixian has a baby face and good skin, so it's hard to tell. If she is 23 or [-] years old, no one will doubt her.

"I hope this advertisement will bring huge market benefits." Yang Xiao hoped, "Can she win it?"

The director looked at Yang Xiao in surprise, "You want to praise her?"

"Is there anything wrong?" Yang Xiao asked back.

The director shook his head, "The risk is a bit high. After all, it's very difficult for a rookie at such a young age."

"Didn't Xinlan debut at the age of 30 back then, and she's still very popular now."

"Xin Lan is a woman with taste, but this." The director still felt that he couldn't hold it up, "It's always a bit older."

Yang Xiao raised her head and looked at Song Xixian who was smiling, with light steps and agile eyes.

Big challenge? Why not?

"Card, OK, end."

Song Xixian, as if he had been pardoned, immediately complained and ran over to get dressed, but his feet jerked and he almost fell.

"Be careful." Wang Zeyu immediately supported her, and the assistant brought the clothes over. Wang Zeyu immediately took the clothes and put them on Song Xixian's body, "Hurry up to the house, and see that your lips are turning purple from the cold."

"Thank you." Song Xixian was grateful, and walked into the room in a huff.

Yang Xiao put down the camera and handed it to the person next to him, "Do you know how to write the title?"

The man thought for a while, and was about to say something, Yang Xiao whispered something in his ear, the man immediately nodded, turned and left.

Han Jiangye was browsing the information and saw a photo with an unusually familiar back.

Who is Wang Zeyu's dream lover?

Immediately dialed someone's phone, "Song Xixian—"