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

"I don't know what Jiang Zhiyou was thinking, he finally got up, and he actually fell in love at this juncture."

Meng Gang shook his head.

Jiang Zhiyou came out of it through scrambling, and Meng Gang has some connections with him, so it is inevitable that he feels a little pity.

These days, when idols fall in love, it's fine if they don't get caught out, but if they are caught out, it might be difficult to think about it.

Song Jianjian sat on the chair, pretending not to know, and asked, "What's going on?"

Meng Gang was optimistic about Song Jianjian, and shook his head: "Then Jiang Qingyan did not know how to climb up to Jiang Zhiyou. In fact, I have a better candidate for this role, but Jiang Zhiyou has something to say, so I agreed to it." .”

Although Jiang Qingyan's acting skills weren't amazing enough, they weren't bad either, so Meng Gang stopped talking and didn't say anything bad about Jiang Qingyan.

Song Jianjian suddenly realized, no wonder Jiang Qingyan was able to participate in this play. It stands to reason that she is a small player, and it is difficult to get this role.

It turned out that Jiang Zhiyou had something to do with leaving.

Song Jianjian raised his eyes slightly, looking at Jiang Qingyan who was crying so hard, he felt inexplicably as if he had done another vicious female supporting role.

She couldn't help clapping her hands, why couldn't she?
That's the heroine, why are you beating her?

If he flies to Huang Tengda another day, he can trample you to death with one kick!

Song Jianjian was depressed for a moment, and could only take one step at a time.

It was already eight o'clock in the evening when we left the set.

Tangyuan asked, "Sister Song, are you going back to the apartment or to the hotel?"

Song Jianjian yawned, a little sleepy: "Go back to the apartment."

Tangyuan nodded.

The night scene outside the car reversed rapidly, and the neon lights of the city flickered.

Song Jianjian closed his eyes pretending to be asleep, and fell down on the chair.

Tangyuan felt sorry for her, but she had no other way to bear it for her, so she could only run more errands.

An hour later, the car stopped downstairs in the community.

Tang Yuan opened the car door for Song Jianjian before calling out to her, "Sister Song, Sister Song, we're here."

Song Jianjian opened his eyes, his eyes were clear, and then got out of the car.

"Sister Song, why are there people walking back and forth at the gate of your community?"

It was dark and far away, Song Jianjian couldn't see clearly, and didn't take it too seriously: "Should it be a walk at night?"

Tang Yuan shook her head vigilantly: "Be careful, maybe the paparazzi have followed you here and are guarding you."

When Song Jianjian heard it, he thought it made sense, so he put on the mask immediately, and walked around the road with Tang Yuan Mao.

"Sister Song, I'm going to attend the publicity event of the Minister of Power tomorrow morning, why don't I stay with you tonight? In case you have to get up early to put on makeup." Tang Yuan suggested.

Song Jianjian thought for a while and nodded.

When she arrived at the door of the house, she glanced at the neighbor next door and found that the light was on, but she didn't know where she had gone.

Song Jianjian shook his head, and entered the door with Tangyuan.

The apartment is neither big nor small, and there is room for Tangyuan to live.

Song Jianjian tidied up, glanced at the news on WeChat, except for Xie Jiao nagging a lot, there was nothing else going on.

Song Jianjian didn't reply to Xie Jiao, she decided to hang out with him for a while.

That's right, she holds a grudge, and this idiot scolded her on Weibo, she can remember it forever!

Day two.

The glutinous rice balls were woken up.

She picked up her phone and looked at it, only to find that it was only around six o'clock.

There was still more than an hour until the alarm clock.

Tangyuan scratched her head, and the knock on the door was a little urgent.

She glanced at Song Jianjian's room again, she remained motionless, obviously she didn't hear her, she was still sleeping.

Tangyuan had no choice but to open the door.

"you."
As soon as she pulled away, she was comforted by a familiar face and was taken aback for a moment.

Lu Xing had no impression of the glutinous rice balls, and frowned slightly, suspiciously asking, "Where is Song Jianjian?"

For a moment, Lu Xing wondered, did Song Jianjian know that he moved here?So you packed your things and ran away overnight?
Tang Yuan stared blankly at the man in front of her, but didn't react, she blinked blankly, and subconsciously replied, "Sister Song is inside."

Lu Xing breathed a sigh of relief.

It's still good.

"Is she awake?"

Tangyuan can't use her brain anymore, and she feels like she is hallucinating.

Otherwise, why would I see Lu Xing at the door of Sister Song's apartment.

Lu Xing, the president of the Lu family, a man who is so turbulent, how could he be at Sister Song's door? !
He also asked her in a soft voice, is Sister Song awake?

Look at this cautious tone, it's so warm and outrageous!

Tang Yuan's expression gradually changed from bewildered, to shocked, to frightened.

Then, she slammed the door shut.

Lu Xing: ""

Could it be that the friends around Song Jianjian also have the same virtue as her? !

Forget it, how you like it, you have to endure it.

So Lu Xing obediently waited outside the door.

But Tangyuan finally came to his senses, screamed, and rushed into Song Jianjian's room.

"Sister Song, Sister Song_"

Song Jianjian was so shocked by the yelling that he almost lifted his foot and was kicked by someone, if he hadn't reacted in advance.

"What's the matter?" She said in a low voice, turned over and wanted to continue sleeping.

Normally, the glutinous rice balls would definitely make her sleep well, but this time is different, that's Lu Xing, wait outside!

"Sister Song, there are people coming from outside." She carefully pulled Song Jianjian's quilt.

Song Jianjian muttered, "Who is it?"
Tangyuan was about to cry: "It's Mr. Lu."

Song Jianjian snorted, intending to turn over and continue sleeping.

Tang Yuan was stunned by her response. She didn't know what to do for a while, so she could only ask weakly: "Sister Song, are you familiar with Mr. Lu?" Song Jianjian opened his eyes and rubbed his eyes sleepily. Rubbing his eyes, his eyes were blank: "What is Mr. Lu?"
She couldn't recover, and looked at the ceiling.

Tang Yuan felt that she was sleeping stupidly, and reminded: "It's Lu Xing."

"Oh, Lu. What the hell? Why did that bastard Lu Xing come here?" Song Jianjian was so frightened that he lost his soul.

She was really nervous for a while, because she didn't know if she had the ability to change the plot, and she didn't know if she would be forcibly changed, so she lived in fear.

I was afraid that if I was not careful, I would end up like the original owner.

After divorcing Lu Xing, she breathed a sigh of relief, slept soundly, and was so energetic, her waist didn't hurt and her legs didn't hurt, and she could dance in the square again.

But, damn it, why is the ghost still lingering?
Song Jianjian lifted the quilt, was too lazy to tidy up, with a mess of hair, stood up and walked out.

Tangyuan looked at her and was about to cry. Why did she always feel that Sister Song's behavior should not be so calm!

How can it be so calm?

"No, Sister Song." You should tidy up before you go.

But she didn't dare to stop her, so she could only secretly follow behind.

When Song Jianjian opened the door, he saw Lu Xing.

Lu Xing glanced at her, and found that she was wearing a pair of flip flops and a floral dress, her hair was unkempt, and she was perfunctory all over her body.

He inexplicably thought that not long ago, Song Jianjian would only come to see him if he dressed carefully, but now
In the past few days, President Lu, who often surfs the Internet, thought of a word that fit the situation.
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"It turns out that if you like it, you can pretend it"
Lu Xing felt a little sad.

Song Jianjian glanced at him with a cold expression: "Why don't you go to bed early in the morning?"

Lu Xing coughed lightly, with a serious face: "I am"
Just as he was about to pass out the breakfast behind him, Song Jianjian sneered: "What? President Lu is so free? Even if you're divorced, why don't you let me go?"
Lu Xing was taken aback for a moment, then subconsciously frowned, not understanding what the phrase "let me go" meant.

He dared to swear that during his marriage with Song Jianjian, he had never done anything unfavorable to her, nor had he cheated on her, so how could he let her go?

Song Jianjian was a little annoyed looking at him now, and he was angry about getting up.

If it wasn't for her reason, she would have killed someone with a knife.

"Anything else?" she asked.

Lu Xing fell silent, and his expression turned cold.

For a moment, Song Jianjian felt that he had taken the guts of a bear, and dared to yell at the big guy in front of him.

But everything can be lost, that is, the momentum cannot be lost.

So Song Jianjian stared back aggressively.

Who wouldn't be fierce?
Who do you look down on?
This is her chassis, and she has the final say.

And Lu Xing was a little depressed at first, because he had been guarding the gate of the community last night and wanted to wait for Song Jianjian to come back and apologize to her, but he didn't see Song Jianjian coming back until midnight.

In the morning, he found that Song Jianjian had more shoes at the door, and he realized that Song Jianjian had returned, and then he thought about Luo Xiangwen's advice.

Went to buy breakfast again.

But now that all the preparations have failed, it is inevitable that there will be a sense of gap, and I feel uncomfortable.

But now, he lowered his eyes and glanced at the woman in front of him who thought he was fierce. In fact, he didn't know how empty his eyes were, she looked like a kitten.

Lu Xing's mood suddenly improved, he smiled faintly, then raised his hand to pinch Song Jianjian's face, and handed her breakfast.

"No matter how busy you are at work, don't skip breakfast." He whispered in Song Jianjian's ear, "Also, don't go home too late."

Song Jianjian rolled his eyes when he laughed, was shocked by his face pinching, and was confused by his breakfast.

And this misty concern?

what's the situation?
She stared blankly at Lu Xing, as if waiting for an answer.

But Lu Xing obviously didn't intend to tell her, so he nodded to Tang Yuan who was bewildered behind him: "Song Jianjian will be taken care of by you." Tang Yuan didn't know anything, just nodded.

It wasn't until the man's tall figure disappeared around the corner that Song Jianjian and Tang Yuan retreated back to the room.

Song Jianjian couldn't figure out what medicine Lugou took wrongly today?

She touched her face, and it seemed that there was still residual warmth from the man's fingertips on her face, which was a little hot.

She secretly speculated, could it be that the old lady's face is too soft?Even a straight man like Lu Gou can't help it?
Song Jianjian put the breakfast on the table and found that it was the buns, soy milk and fried dough sticks from Xu Ji Baozi Shop.

She was slightly puzzled, how did Lugou know that she liked this place?

But each time because of the rush of time, Xu Ji Baozi Shop is far away, and there is very little time to eat.

so.
Did Lu Gou wake up early and run so far to buy buns for her?