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

When Lu Xing finished cooking the brown sugar water, Song Jianjian had already fallen asleep on the sofa.

She is usually lively and vigorous, and she is born facing the sun.

This was the first time that Lu Xing saw such a vulnerable side of her.

When Song Jianjian opened the door just now, he was really taken aback, because the person in front of him was as pale as paper, maybe she didn't even know how ugly her face was, as if the wind blows, it will be blown in the next second scattered in the wind.

Lu Xing lowered his eyes slightly, and just as he was about to wake her up, Song Jianjian woke up by himself.

In fact, Song Jianjian was not asleep, and she was already awake when she heard Lu Xing's footsteps.

But she was really sleepy and didn't want to open her eyes.

Then with his eyes closed, he felt the man's strong coercion again.

Even just standing in front of her lightly made her almost fail, and she simply woke up slowly.

"What's wrong?" She stretched her neck and looked at Lu Xing.

Lu Xing poured out the brown sugar water, and said in a cold voice, "Drink it, go back to sleep."

Song Jianjian was in a daze for a moment, holding brown sugar water in both hands.

There was steaming steaming mist on the surface of the water, and a sense of warmth spread from the palm of the hand to the whole body.

This seems to be the first cup of brown sugar water she has received in more than 20 years.

Or from someone else.

Song Jianjian said sincerely, "Thank you."

It comes from the heart.

Leaving aside the previous relationship between the two, she was really grateful to Lu Xing.

So, she secretly poked and changed the name of Lu Dog, and she will not call him that in the future.

The next second, Lu Xing glanced at her, a little surprised: "You actually say thank you?"

Song Jianjian: "?"

Damn, Lugou is really a dog.

Lu Xing also seemed to realize that he had made a mistake, so he silently closed his mouth.

"After drinking, don't leave anything left." The tone was fierce.

I don't know if he's used to the pain. Song Jianjian was a little aggrieved by being so cared for and served all of a sudden.

She blinked her eyes, her eyes seemed to be misty, and she looked pitiful: "You are so fierce."

Lu Xing choked up for a moment, feeling self-doubt.

Is he fierce?

He lowered his eyes and met the woman's aggrieved eyes, which looked like the stray cat downstairs in the company.

Lu Xing's heart softened, he thought, let's be fierce, can't he be gentle?

So, he forced a smile.

Song Jianjian was so scared that he almost didn't hold the bowl.

She showed a terrified expression.

Lu Xing's smile froze, wishing he could pry open the brain of the woman in front of him to see what was in it?
Perhaps sensing the change in Lu Xing's expression, Song Jianjian lowered his head, stopped acting like a monster, and drank the brown sugar water quietly.

There is a hint of ginger, not too spicy, just right.

And the sweetness of brown sugar.

Sweet.

Song Jianjian finished drinking obediently, and then smacked his mouth when he was done, a little unfinished.

Like a little greedy cat.

Lu Xing was leaning on the sofa, his legs spread out, his expression was normal, but he was thinking this way in his heart.

More feeding and feeding will be needed in the future.

After all, the stray cat downstairs also got something delicious, so he ran away with the people.

At this time, Song Jianjian was no different from the stray cat downstairs.

Even, Lu Xing felt that it should be easier to deceive than stray cats.

Song Jian chirped, and after drinking the last sip, he suddenly felt comfortable all over.

She handed the bowl to Lu Xing, and blinked quickly: "Thank you, Mr. Lu."

Lu Xing took her bowl calmly, frowned slightly, and said in a low voice, a little displeased, "Don't be coquettish."

Song Jianjian: "?"

Conscience of heaven and earth, when did she act like a baby?

She didn't know, her voice was a little softer, and in Lu Xing's ears, it was just like that cat's meowing, coquettish, clearly she was acting like a spoiled child.

Although, ahem, he likes Song Jianjian's acting like a baby.

But he couldn't accept Song Jianjian's temperament of acting like a baby at every turn.

If he wasn't here, wouldn't he still act like a baby to others?
Lu Xing was not happy.

Song Jianjian saw it.

But she doesn't want to restrain herself.

That would make him appear to be afraid of Lu Xing.

Although they are divorced, Lu Xing is still the male lead, and it will affect the direction of the whole plot. She is a small female supporting role, so she cannot argue with the male lead.

In this way, she doesn't really want to show herself weak.

Afraid of Lu Xing?
nonexistent!

She is only afraid of the plot master.

Song Jianjian continued to look at him with pitiful eyes, sniffing: "Mr. Lu"

Early the next morning, Song Jianjian's alarm clock rang on time.

It may be that the bowl of brown sugar water last night had an effect. When I woke up in the morning, I seemed to have nothing but a little hunger.

Song Jianjian breathed a sigh of relief, she was really afraid that this body would not live up to expectations, and it would be troublesome to go to the set.

The glutinous rice balls were downstairs early, and she got dressed and left the room.

His eyes fell on the breakfast on the table, he was taken aback for a moment, then picked it up and went out the door.

Not to mention, Lu Gou is very considerate.

Song Jianjian leaned on the car seat, took a sip of soy milk, and thought so.

It's a pity that such a person has bad eyesight, and he would fall in love with someone like Jiang Qingyan.

It's not that she said bad things about Jiang Qingyan or something else, but her impression of Jiang Qingyan is really not good,
In her opinion, although Lu Xing was a little arrogant, a little arrogant, and liked to show off to others, he could still be worthy of a better woman than Jiang Qingyan.

Song Jianjian yawned, and felt that he was just eating carrots and worrying.

She doesn't care what people like, what they don't like, or what it has to do with her.

While Song Jianjian was in a daze, the car arrived at the door.

She came here in a low-key manner, besides, she rarely appeared in front of the audience during this time, and she has been almost forgotten by the public.

When I first came back, there would still be paparazzi following me, but now I don't have to worry at all.

Song Jianjian casually took a picture of the scenery outside the window and updated Weibo.

【Song Jianjian: The weather is good】

As soon as this Weibo was published, many fans came to hear the news.

Xiao Ai is now the president of the support club, and also serves as the head of other stations. Naturally, it is Rong Deng's hot comment.

[Xiao Ai: Ah, Jianjian remembered the password, happy, look at the pointed hand]

It has to be said that Xiao Ai, who is the number one fan, is really concerned about magic, and caught Song Jianjian's hand from a corner in a daze.It was reflected on the window. When Song Jianjian was taking pictures of the street scene, he didn't pay much attention and included his finger on the window.Once Song Jianjian posted a blog, it was like a carnival for the fan base.

"The pointy hands look good, lick your hands!"

"Ah. Mom finally waited until it was pointed."

"Happy, I want Quan Xia to set the file quickly, I can't wait."

"Pointy wife, I love you!"

Song Jianjian glanced at the fan group, smiled, then threw the phone into his pocket and started busy shooting.

At the same time, a certain CEO who was in a high-rise building quietly turned on his phone during the meeting, clicked on Weibo in full view, and joined Song Jianjian's fan group.

He didn't see the photo of Song Jianjian's hair, but he was a little surprised at the excitement of the fan base today.

Then I flipped through the message records, and my face immediately darkened.

Song Jianjian's wife?

Mother?

As a CEO who doesn't follow stars very much, he frowned fiercely, only feeling that these news somewhat subverted his cognition.

After a while, he followed the chat history to Song Jianjian's weibo.

I saw the photos specially circled by the group of fans, and the hands in the photos.

Lu Xing shook his head slightly, and discovered another secret thing.

That is, he not only saw Song Jianjian's hand on the window, but also saw Song Jianjian's breakfast bag in the corner.

It looks like he bought it this morning.

Finally, the gloomy mood suddenly took a sharp turn, Lu Xing raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and then was restrained by himself.

"President?" Assistant Xu shouted anxiously several times before Lu Xing finally raised his head and gave him a look.

Assistant Xu was at a loss, Assistant Xu was confused.

Assistant Xu felt that she was really a worrying mother, after all, so many staff were waiting.

He still called Mr. Lu: "Mr. Zhang asked how you are? Do you need to make other changes?"

As the person in charge of a company, Lu Xing was distracted during the meeting, and after returning to his senses, his expression was still cold. He was a good hand at pretending, and silently saved the picture before looking up at the somewhat embarrassed Mr. Zhang.

He nodded slightly: "That's right, although there are indeed some flaws in some places, let's keep working hard."

Having said that, who dares to say anything else?
Mr. Zhang could only sit back on the chair aggrieved, and squeezed out a smile.

Song Jianjian's progress here is not bad, everything is going on as usual, and it was even smoother before.

On this day, Alan's only good friend was detained.

Jiang Er has become much more cheerful during this time, usually Hu and the others would go to the library to study together, and would go home after school together.

There are many stars at night in the small town of Anluo River, and the stars hang high in the sky one by one, and the moon is also very beautiful.

Alan likes to go back to school with Jiang Er, so that they can talk a lot, and the most they talk about is about the future.

Jiang Er said that he has no parents. His parents left early and were fostered by relatives since he was a child. He recognized them as godfathers and godmothers. Said he was a cripple.

Alan sympathized with him very much, but felt a bit of sympathy for him.

Because her mother would also beat and scold her, but she was luckier than Jiang Er. Although her mother didn't like her, she was related by blood anyway.

She also told Jiang Er about the situation in her family, hiding her mother's occupation alone.

Her mother was working as a prostitute, and every time she came home, she could see all kinds of men coming out of her mother's room, and occasionally someone would whistle at her.

The breath they made was so strong that Alan felt sick to his stomach and wanted to vomit.

Alan thought it was bad, so he didn't tell Jiang Er.

Jiang Er told her that he would go to the same university in the future, he liked University A, the cherry blossoms there were beautiful, and Alan also kept it in his heart

Today Jiang Er was left behind, the school launched an activity, and Jiang Er also participated.

Alan's family rules are very strict, she wanted to stay and wait for Jiang Er, but her mother was too strict, so she had to say goodbye to Jiang Er and go home alone.

This road is gloomy, and no one usually walks it.

When there was no Jiang Er, Alan didn't feel that there was anything wrong. When Jiang Er was with her, she felt an urge to escape.

She looked at the end, and the steps under her feet seemed to have taken root, which made her shrink her fingers.