After rebirth, I inherited my ex-husband’s inheritance worth hundreds of billions

Chapter 62 Being teased by a milk dog

A doctor in a white coat came in from the outside. I quickly turned my face, blinked my eyes and quickly wiped away my tears.

"Hello."

A gentle and magnetic male voice sounded.

I took a deep breath before turning around, with a faint smile on my lips and a slight nod.

Without even looking at each other, I prepared to leave the doctor's office.

"I am Fu Yanshen's friend, Xu Xun."

As soon as I walked to the door, the male doctor spoke again.

Xu Xun...

do not know.

I glanced at the other person.

The man is slender, wearing a white coat, and is slightly thin. He wears a pair of old-school black-rimmed glasses, has a cold white complexion, looks handsome, gentle, and gentle.

I never met him in my previous life.

I nodded again, without any courtesy, and walked out.

I don't need to know his friends.

In my previous life, Fu Yanshen never took me to meet his friends. I thought he had no friends.

Now that I think about it, it's not impossible.

He doesn't take my wife seriously at all.

That's why he never brought me into his social circle.

I feel very sad.

I feel sad for myself who always wanted to enter his heart in my previous life.

I also feel sad that I am still being emotionally affected by him after resurrecting my life.

The two police officers were missing in the corridor.

Shixia hasn't woken up yet, so it's hard for them to interrogate her.

Besides, with Fu Yanshen protecting her, this case would just go unsolved.

I also learned from the lawyer that even if the evidence is conclusive and Shixia confesses, she will not be sentenced to prison.

Legally speaking, threatening to cause the death of others without committing the murder does not constitute a crime, it is only an illegal act, and Shixia will only be given public security management penalties.

I have to say that she is really shrewd, she can do everything for her, and she also has the means to make Fu Ren and others work for her, and let Fu Yanshen protect her.

Such a disaster, falling like this today, is really retribution.

I am determined not to dwell on this matter anymore. It is a waste of my life to dwell on rotten people like Shi Xia and Fu Yanshen.

I should get in touch with people and things that make me happy.

On the "New Sound Generation" championship night, Makino became the well-deserved champion. Strike while the iron is hot. The pre-production of his first solo album "White Moonlight and Red Roses" has been completed.

Makino is a rising star whose representative songs are popular all over the Internet.

We have collected 600 million in music copyright fees from major platforms alone, and various endorsements are also coming in an endless stream.

Just three months after debuting, Makino became the company's most profitable artist.

Thinking about my past life, my family went bankrupt because of my love brain. In this life, I feel quite relieved that I can do something for the company.

When my dad goes out to socialize, he always compliments me and says I'm enlightened.

However, I feel quite ashamed.

How could I have enlightened myself? I had reaped the dividends of rebirth.

If he were a truly capable person, he would have kicked that scumbag Fu Yanshen into the ground long ago after his rebirth, and would have cheated all the way through his life by firmly grasping Shuangwen's script.

Luxurious rooms in the hotel, where you can drink and drink together.

Makino followed me and was meeting with some important leaders of Jiangcheng TV Station.

This time, we came to Jiangcheng to promote the new album, and these dinner parties were indispensable.

"Makino, I like your songs very much, and I like your lovely appearance even more. But be good, come here, auntie respects you."

The middle-aged female director of Jiangcheng TV station walked up to Makino, caressed Makino's chest with her white and chubby hands, and said deeply.

This kind of thing happened not once or twice.

Makino is born with a good skin, and wherever he goes, there are high-ranking female leaders who want to rule him out.

I picked up the wine glass and walked over with a smile.

"Mr. Meng, our Makino has always been a teetotaler. His throat can't drink, and it's a pity that it burned out later, isn't it? So, if you don't mind, I can respect you on his behalf?"

I smiled and said politely to the handsome stage director, who was wearing a dark blue Xiangyun gauze Shanghai-style cheongsam.

People have to bow their heads under the roof.

"Miss Shanda, this is not the capital. In Jiangcheng, you must follow the rules of Jiangcheng." The director glanced at me lightly, with contempt in his tone.

I glanced at Makino and left.

Makino is not obliged to participate in the programs on their station.

At worst, earn less.

"Mr. Meng, I respect you."

At this time, Makino spoke.

Wearing a well-tailored, British-style suit, he was seen holding a small and exquisite wine glass with his long, cold white fingers. He slightly raised his chin with clear lines like a knife and drank a glass of 50-degree Wuliangye in one gulp.

He drank three drinks in a row.

"Makino." I called him in a low voice.

The female director was so happy that she kept stroking his arms and pinching his cheeks from time to time. "This kid is quite capable of making trouble."

She persuaded Makino to drink three more drinks, and she was even more excited when she saw that Makino was tipsy and flushed on his face.

I couldn't sit still anymore, so I pulled Makino to say goodbye.

Back in the car, I made Makino a glass of lemon and honey water, "Who asked you to talk to her?"

Makino leaned back in his seat, pulled the knot of his tie with his long fingers, pulled it open, and unbuttoned two shirt buttons. If his fans saw this, they would scream about his sexual tension.

He opened a pair of red peach blossom eyes and took the water glass, "It's inevitable to socialize."

The young man had a very mature tone, as if I was the one who didn't understand the ways of the world.

I don't want him to repeat the mistakes of his previous life.

Forced to death by these messy unspoken rules.

However, shouldn't he be disgusted with this kind of entertainment?

"Makino, you are a singer-songwriter, not an idol who relies on your face to make a living. I will try to keep you as little as possible in this kind of social activities in the future." I am probably the most Buddhist manager in history.

"Sister Qiao, I really don't mind."

Who would have thought that Makino would actually say this.

In the dark carriage, the young man looked at me, his dark pupils filled with seriousness.

I put my hand on his forehead and tested the temperature, "What nonsense are you talking about? Do you want to be slept with by a woman who can be your mother? You do, but I won't let you."

I didn't give him a blank look.

Isn't this brat already assimilated into the smoky entertainment industry?

"You...why don't you let me?"

Makino turned his head, looked at me, and asked softly.

Under the dim light, the young man's beautiful eyes shone with tiny light.

On the long, cold white neck, the Adam's apple rolled up and down.

"What do you think?" I couldn't help teasing him deliberately.

Makino's eyes suddenly darkened. He suddenly turned sideways and approached me, and I was blocked by him in the car.

At this moment, he was less docile and shy than usual, and more wild.

I was so shocked by him that my heart skipped a beat.

"You want to... infiltrate me?" He asked me, looking down at me.

He was very close to me, and as he spoke, the warm smell of wine mixed with the milky scent of sea salt sprayed on the tip of my nose.