A Record of the Survival of the Excellent Female Supporting Work through the Book

When he managed to get rid of these fans, he saw a girl in a fairy dress running into another man's arms with a suitcase.

that man
Is it her husband?
Gu Beicheng clenched his palm tightly, and the corner of his lips was bitten without realizing it.

After leaving the airport, Song Jianjian got into Lu Xing's car.

"Mr. Lu, can you stop coming to pick me up at the airport in the future," Song Jianjian organized his words, "It's very troublesome to be seen by fans."

Lu Xing's originally displeased face was like an iceberg of ten thousand years, with a chill that couldn't be melted away.

"I don't mean anything else, I appreciate you thinking of me. But you may not know much about the entertainment industry, the paparazzi are all pervasive. If it is found out, it will affect our lives.

Many fans are irrational, which is terrible.

And it also affects my career. "

Song Jianjian observed Lu Xing's reaction while talking.

When he heard the word "we", the chill on the man's face dissipated a bit.

"Those people, call your wife."

Song Jianjian felt the chill emanating from the man's body that was enough to freeze three feet.

"Ham. This is the fan culture in the entertainment industry. Many people who call me my wife are female fans."

Song Jianjian didn't know if Lu Xing would understand a little when he said this.

But on second thought, is she crazy?
She subconsciously wanted to explain to this man.

Explain what?

"But you take pictures with those people." Lu Xing pursed his lips, looked at her with deep eyes, and said in a resentful tone, "You didn't talk to me
photographed. "

Song Jianjian:
Why does this tone sound like a child in kindergarten?
It's not, isn't it?
"They are all fans." Song Jianjian felt helpless.

"I'm also your fan." Lu Xing looked at her, his thin lips moved slightly, and his dark eyes danced a little in the light inside the car

Starlight, "die hard fan."
Diehard fans?
Song Jianjian smiled unkindly.

These three words came out of the mouth of the boss, why are they so
"What?" Lu Xing frowned.

This word is also a word he recently learned from the Internet.

"It's nothing." Song Jianjian smiled tightly.

"Then idol, do you want to take a photo with your diehard fans?" Lu Xing looked at Song Jianjian, his voice was magnetic and sweet.

Listening makes people's ears crisp.

Song Jianjian only felt that at this moment, there was a bell in her heart, and the breeze blew, and the lingering sound lingered.

"Well."

Song Jianjian blushed, took out his phone, and turned on the camera.

The man came closer.

"Are you ready?" Song Jianjian asked.

"Yeah." Apart from taking a family portrait once a year, Lu Xing was the first time to take a photo with anyone.

There was a little sweat on the palms of the hands.

He looked at the smiling girl on the screen with dark eyes, and suddenly felt that his outfit today was not very handsome.

Damn, he could be more handsome.

"Then I'll start." Song Jianjian was about to press the camera button——
Suddenly, the man turned his head slightly, and his thin lips brushed against her small face.

Song Jianjian shook his hand, clicked, and the picture was taken.

Just now
Just now this guy Lu Xing actually kissed her on the face?

Seeing the girl's almond eyes wide open, Lu Xing's heart beat faster, trying to make him look calm.

"Sorry, I accidentally touched it."

Song Jianjian: "Is it really careless?"

But seeing Lu Xing's calm look, Song Jianjian was thinking, did she think too much?
"Then I will delete this picture and take another picture."

"Need not."

The man took Song Jianjian's phone and sent this picture to his own WeChat, "I'm very satisfied."

Song Jianjian: I'm not satisfied.

Lu Xing handed her the phone, but his eyes fell on her slender and pale fingers inadvertently.

Here are the marks of a blister or two.

It was brown and slightly red and swollen.

The air pressure around the man suddenly plummeted.

He carefully held Song's pointed fingers with a cold face.

"This, is it left by moving bricks?"

"It's not a big deal, it's all over." Song Jianjian wanted to withdraw his hand.

But the man didn't let go, instead he hugged her domineeringly into his arms.

"Don't move, just sit here."

With a sullen face, Lu Xing took out a medicine box from the car.

Take out povidone iodine, cotton swabs, bandages, drugs for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis, and small green plasters for reducing swelling and scars.

The man first dipped iodophor with a cotton swab, and gently wiped it on Song Jianjian's fingers.

Song Jianjian saw Lu Xing's taut facial features, sharp and handsome jawline, and pink bubbles began to bubble quietly somewhere in his heart.

The Creator is really unfair.

This man was given an incomparable wealth, and at the same time, he was given such a handsome face.

Song Jianjian just looked at Lu Xing like this, and gradually became fascinated.

By the time she realized it, several fingers had already been wrapped in thick bandages by Lu Xing, and they were as thick and fat as water radishes.

Song Jianjian raised his hand and smiled dryly, "That's not enough, is it?"

"Take care of it. Don't participate in activities recently."

The man's voice was a little heavy.

The program crew didn't even notice that her hand was injured when filming.

If he had known that she was injured, he should have flown to the United States to see her that night.

It was he who was careless.

Song Jianjian clearly felt that Lu Xing was unhappy.

what's wrong?

Sure enough, a man's heart is a sea needle.

The car drove at high speed on the road, and soon arrived at the Lu family's villa.

Arriving at the gate of the old house, Mrs. Chen warmly greeted her.

"Master, young mistress, you are back."

Mrs. Chen took the suitcase from Song Jianjian's hand, her face flushed with a smile, "The old man heard that you have returned home, so he rushed back from his hometown."

After finishing speaking, Song Jianjian saw the old man sitting on the sofa in the corner of the living room, leaning on a golden sandalwood cane.The old man is already in his sixtieth year, his temples are gray, his spirit is hale, and his old eyes are shrewd and sharp.You can get a glimpse of what kind of person he was when he was young.

"Hello, Grandpa." Song Jianjian smiled sweetly at the old man.

As soon as he saw Song Jianjian, the old man was very happy, and the corners of his eyes were full of wrinkles when he smiled, "Xiao Jian, hurry up, come to Grandpa."

Song Jianjian took a look at Lu Xing, and sat down next to the old man.

"You have become more beautiful." The old man looked at her lovingly, "Compared to the last time I saw you, now you are more like a young mistress."

"I heard you went to film a variety show." The old man asked with concern, "Are you tired?"

"Not tired."

But when the old man saw Song Jianjian's hand wrapped like a thick radish, he felt very distressed, "How did you do this hand?"

"I accidentally hurt it while recording the show." Lu Xing was worried that Song Jianjian's claim that he moved bricks would make grandpa even more worried, so he spoke first.

"Lu Xing, it's not my old bones that say you, you don't know how to cherish such a good daughter-in-law.

Let her even hurt her hands, is there any husband like you? "The old man raised his beard angrily and stared at him.

There is a sense of majesty and oppression of a superior.

Song Jianjian was a little helpless.

isn't it?
She just rubbed a little blister.

Is it necessary to be so exaggerated?
Song Jianjian saw that Lu Xing's face was serious, and he felt a little guilty, "Grandpa taught me the lesson."

Song Jianjian:?

"Xiao Jian, it's not that I'm talking about you. Isn't it good to be the richest young lady at home? Why do you still go out to do that kind of rough work?" The old man hummed dissatisfied, "It was because Lu Xing married you You have enjoyed a good life in this life, but you are good, instead of enjoying it, you go out to suffer and suffer."

The old man has long regarded Song Jianjian as his own granddaughter. Seeing Song Jianjian's hands wrapped so thickly, the old man felt very uncomfortable.

"Grandpa, it's really not a big deal."

Song Jianjian didn't expect the old man to be so kind to the original owner.

In her previous life, she only had the love of her parents, without her grandpa, and she never experienced the love of the elderly.

Seeing Lu Xing's grandfather now, Song Jianjian couldn't help but think of her parents. How were they doing in another parallel time and space?
Song Jianjian felt a little sad.

The old man thought that Song Jianjian was unhappy because he said, "Okay, I'm just worried about you.

If you want to go out and film, go for it.

Just be safe and watch your body.

No matter what, grandpa is your most powerful backer. "

Song Jianjian was warmed up by the old man.

According to the description in the book, the old man was kind to Song Jianjian, but the original owner didn't know how to cherish him. He wanted Hong Xing to get out of the affair and renew his relationship with Fu Sichen over and over again, but was caught by Lu Xing several times.

This matter even spread to the old man, who regretted that he had misjudged the person, and was so angry that he had a heart attack.

Later, the original owner tried to die all the way, and pissed off the old man to death.

Such a good grandfather should have lived a long life.

"Well, I see."

"That's good. I'm here today. Apart from seeing you, I have something else I want to tell you." The old man looked at Lu Xing displeasedly, "You kid, you have been married to Xiao Jian for so long, why are you so young?" Is there still no movement in the pointed stomach?

Can you work harder? "

Song Jianjian: Pfft.
Lu Xing nodded, "Grandpa, I will work hard."

"You say you will work hard all day long, but I haven't seen any results." The old man was very angry, "You are in your prime, why don't you know how to do business?

Now is a great time to have a baby!How can it be done without putting in effort? "

As he said that, the old man made a gesture, called Lu Xing over, lowered his voice and whispered in his ear, "Tell the truth to grandpa, is it because you can't do it?"

Lu Xing: .
No, grandpa, I'm fine.

"Grandpa, you think too much."

"It's better that way."

The old man stroked his gray beard, "I also brought you gifts today."

As he spoke, the butler behind him, dressed in a British retro style, took out an exquisite and high-end gift box.

Lu Xing followed.

"Take it apart and have a look."

After opening it, Song Jianjian found that there was a sculpture of Songzi Guanyin lying in the box.

"This son-song Guanyin has been consecrated, and I got it from an eminent monk who has attained enlightenment.

Sister-in-law Chen, put this Avalokitesvara in the bedroom of the young master and grandma, light three sticks of incense, and put some fruit on it. "
"Yes."

Mrs. Chen took it cautiously and went to work.

Song Jianjian: Isn’t it?This car is going a little too fast.

She hasn't put on her helmet yet.

"Also, Xiao Jian, this is a gift from Grandpa for you."

The butler took out another gift box.

This gift box, smelling the outer box, has a strong herbal smell.