I read the minds of the whole family and I eat the melon, but the cannon fodder wife of the wealthy

Qiao Yuan came to the place reserved in advance. It was a window seat. The seat was empty. Song Yizhuan hadn't arrived yet.

Looking down at the time on her watch, Qiao Yuan couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, there was still time.

There are still twenty minutes left before the agreed time.

Ten minutes later, Qiao Yuan ordered two cups of coffee, one was her favorite cappuccino, and the other was Song Yizhuan's favorite latte.

But a moment later, a sound was heard at the door curtain, and a tall and kind-hearted man walked in. He was wearing a light brown short-sleeved shirt and had a black bag on his shoulder.

"Have you been waiting for a long time?" Song Yizhuan approached and sat opposite Qiao Yuan.

"Not long."

Song Yizhuan looked at the steaming coffee on the table. He picked it up and took a sip. The temperature was just right, and a smile appeared on his face: "Thank you, I really like drinking latte from this restaurant."

Qiao Yuan also curved her lips and smiled, revealing the dimples on both sides of her cheeks.

Song Yizhuan raised his head: "I was also present at the 70th anniversary celebration of Beijing Performing Arts last time. I still can't forget your performance. You are very smart. I was even more excited when I heard that you were an outstanding student in the performance department. You haven't yet After graduation, do you have any plans for a long-term career in the entertainment industry?"

Qiao Yuan nodded: "I want to shine in the entertainment industry."

"For love?"

"For money." Qiao Yuan said: "You can make a lot of money by joining the entertainment industry. If you are lucky, the money you make in one day can be equal to what I make in a year."

Qiao Yuan's words were straightforward and candid, and Song Yizhuan was slightly stunned. He has been an agent for so many years and has met all kinds of people. Most people will say that they do it for love, that they like to perform, and that they want to shine on the stage they like. There are only a few people who are as straightforward and unabashed as Qiao Yuan.

Song Yizhuan couldn't help but smile: "You are sincere, but I quite like your answer." He lowered his eyes: "Because love will be diluted by the daily tediousness, especially if you regard it as the ability to support your family. After that, only the desire for money will never diminish.”

After a brief understanding and conversation, Song Yizhuan suddenly stood up. His face looked a little sad: "Sorry, I'm going to answer a phone call first. Please wait for me here."

This is already the fifth series of ringtones that Song Yizhuan's cell phone has rang. He hung up the phone several times before, but the other end of the phone called again every few seconds, as if there was something urgent.

Qiao Yuan nodded in agreement. When she saw Song Yizhuan leaving in a hurry, she held her chin and felt a little curious.

After an unknown amount of time, Qiao Yuan looked at the empty seat opposite and checked the time.

Song Yizhuan hasn't come back yet, maybe there are some urgent matters that need to be dealt with.

While waiting, Qiao Yuan drank two more drinks. She stood up and planned to go to the bathroom.

Qiao Yuan left the bathroom after washing her hands. She paused and bumped into Song Yizhuan in the corridor.

Qiao Yuan took a few steps forward and was about to say hello when she saw Song Yizhuan turning sideways slightly, still holding the phone in his hand, and he was still on the phone.

Song Yizhuan kept walking in the corridor, his voice showing a bit of helplessness and sadness:

"I'm also sad that your business failed, but I really can't lend you any money. I've lent you millions...I, I'm just an ordinary agent. How can I have 900,000? Lend it to you..."

"No, no, how could I ignore brotherhood, but... you want too much. My wife has had several conflicts with me because of this matter. And as you know, my monthly pocket money is only It’s tens of thousands of dollars, and my wife keeps all the money at home, and I really can’t afford that much money!”

Song Yizhuan's voice suddenly rose: "Okay, you keep talking about brothers, you have to ask my wife to divorce me, right?! If you really want to do this, we will not live together!"

Qiao Yuan felt that it was not good for Pei to listen here, but if he walked over rashly, he would bump into Song Yizhuan directly. Song Yizhuan had already hung up the phone while thinking about it. He looked calm and seemed to have solved the problem.

Qiao Yuan walked over and said hello to him: "Brother Yi Chuan, you are here."

Song Yizhuan put away his phone: "Sorry for keeping you waiting."

Qiao Yuan shook her head: "It's okay. It's more important to deal with urgent matters."

Song Yi preached: "Let's go back."

Song Yichuan walked forward and almost suddenly felt something was wrong. He turned around and found that Qiao Yuan was still standing there. He couldn't help but wonder: "Qiao Yuan, what's wrong with you?"

Qiao Yuan was still thinking about the melon ingredients he just saw.

The system had just presented the latest melon. Qiao Yuan opened it and looked at it with joy as usual. Who knew that this time he would actually eat a big melon, or a big melon related to the person in front of him!

Song Yizhuan was filled with confusion and took a few steps forward to approach Qiao Yuan: "Qiao Yuan..."

The rest of his words were stuck in his throat, because he seemed to hear Qiao Yuan's heart? Song Yizhuan couldn't tell whether this was a voice from the heart or ventriloquism, but he was very sure that he didn't see Qiao Yuan open his mouth. What surprised him even more was what Qiao Yuan said:

[Isn’t this murder? It's true that good people don't get rewarded. How come Song Yizhuan, who treats people sincerely, ends up in such a miserable end? You really need to keep your eyes peeled when making friends, otherwise you will be plotted to the point where you lose all your bones and your family will be harmed. 】

Song Yizhuan was shocked to hear this. What did Qiao Yuan mean? Why couldn't he understand a word he said?

However, he couldn't help but tighten his mouth when he heard Qiao Yuan say something about his misfortune. He had been having bad luck recently, and he hated to hear such unlucky words.

"Qiao Yuan, what's wrong with you..." Song Yizhuan waved his hand in front of Qiao Yuan.

Qiao Yuan came back to her senses and looked at Song Yizhuan, with a bit of confusion in her eyes.

Not to mention that the system restricted her from spoiling, and secondly, the things she said were probably fantasy to Song Yizhuan's ears, so how could he believe what he said.

Qiao Yuan and Song Yizhuan returned to their seats and continued chatting about the unfinished things before. I wonder if it was Qiao Yuan's misunderstanding, but she always felt that Song Yizhuan seemed to have something on his mind, and his attitude towards her was a little colder.

Song Yizhuan's cell phone rang again. He glanced at it and hung up, then edited the text message and sent it.

"I have a general understanding of your situation and intentions. Let's go here today." Song Yizhuan smiled and stood up with a gentle look: "I will contact you if there are any arrangements later."

Qiao Yuan nodded, then stood up: "I'm looking forward to your news, please walk slowly."

Song Yizhuan picked up his bag, smiled at Qiao Yuan, then turned and left.