Hearing this, Father Song showed a gratified smile on his lips:

"Since you have thought about it clearly, welcome to let it go."

Song's father immediately paid 5000 million yuan to Song Yingying's card:

"Hold it first, and I will transfer more money to you after the capital turnover."

Now that Song's father said so, Song Ling called her 700 million yuan without hesitation:

"That's all I have for the time being. I've invested in other things. It's really not enough to talk to my brother."

Song Yingying blinked and blinked, she transformed into a rich woman again.

Song Yingying looked serious:

"I will definitely earn all the money back!"

She came here, and she didn't bring any money from her previous account here. If she is stubborn and upright and doesn't use the money from the Song family, she will only end up being sent to the operating table.

Without any conflicts, suddenly don't use the family's money but go outside to borrow money, looking for death.

So if she wants to do things, she can only take money from the Song family.

It's just that these are all borrowed from her.

The original owner has passed away, and on the day she completes the task, the ending in this book will naturally be inevitable. After her death, the inheritance here will naturally belong to the Song family.

If you want to make money, make big ones.

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As soon as the hot search hit, Song Yingying's mailbox received a lot of applications.

Seeing Song Yingying has nothing to love in life.

Most of them are Internet celebrity anchors who want to join in the fun.

Example 1:

The girl in the video is full of beauty, the curtains in the background are all crooked, and she starts to explain her usual spending on cosmetics, skin care products, bags and clothes, and she can't save any money.

Song Yingying: "..."

Song Yingying declined: "There is no beauty under the high-definition lens, thank you for signing up."

Example 2:

This one doesn't have any beauty at all, but appearance is not the criterion for rejection, it's just...

Song Yingying's small face is wrinkled, the original camera lens, he didn't even shaved, his teeth were yellow when he spoke, and his fingers were not clean at all. As far as these small details are concerned, he is definitely not a monster.

Song Yingying still declined politely: "Darling, I don't meet the requirements, thank you for signing up."

Example 3:

A rather handsome man said he was single, Song Yingying casually searched the website on various melon-eating software, hehe, he was barely considered single, after all, he was not given a title, it was all Fish caught in hand.

Song Yingying backhanded the bed photo of him and his sister as a gift, more than one, more than one.

Song Yingying smiled: "Thank you for signing up, but it doesn't meet our standards."

The other party was so scared that he canceled his account overnight.

None of them could stand the chop.

In addition to finding guests, it is also necessary to find a place suitable for shooting and recording where the guests live.

Song Yingying asked Fengchun:

"Is there any place in Star City that is suitable for shooting and renting out?"

Feng Chun: "I am also a student who graduated from Star City University. The inspiration for "Weird Love Record" comes from an old house in the university town. The old house is a private residence. If it is filming, it is the best place."

It just happened to be convenient for Song Yingying to rush over. The distance is very short, and it won't take too long to walk.

"Hello, senior!" Song Yingying was tired from reading the registration, and it happened that today he was going back to school, so Song Yingying asked for the address to check out the place.

Song Zheng went back to school late, Song Yingying rubbed against Song Ling's car.

"The house is a private residence left over from the period of the Republic of China. Due to some special features, it has neither become a scenic spot nor been demolished. It has stood there for many years. Now many people are thinking about the house. Speaking of selling, borrowing has never been lent out by the owner."

Song Ling analyzed it to her gently, the meaning in the words was to advise her not to have hope.

"I have to give it a try. I've tried it. Even if the result is not good, I'm still willing." Song Yingying rubbed against the car and obediently waved goodbye to Song Ling.

The military training period is over, and Song Ling is coming to find a new president.

According to the address, Song Yingying walked through the narrow path with seven turns and eight stops. What stood in front of him was an antique mansion, which was scattered in the bustling city and was out of place.

The gate is covered with green leaves, not maple leaves, but it doesn't make people feel that it is downcast.

There is no traffic here, the leaves are not crushed, and it is quiet.

The door was closed, so it was not clear if anyone was inside.

Song Yingying followed the rules and gently knocked on the door.

Don't be in a hurry, you should be in a hurry when you are dead.

These are the rules left over from ancient times. She had tutored this kind of knowledge when she was acting in a costume drama.

Song Yingying waited for a while, but there was no sound.

no one.

It didn't look like there was no one there. Someone in this house was alive and angry.

In other words, Song Yingying approached the door, sniffed it, and there was a smell of barbecue from inside.

"Oh!" flower

The door was pulled open suddenly, Song Yingying almost lost his footing and fell to the ground, and was straightened like a chicken.

After Song Yingying tried to stand firm, she said "thank you" in embarrassment

"It's okay."

The person who carried her was wearing a black coat, with a rough voice, but his words were gentle.

"Are there any visitors?"

A soft female voice came from inside the room.

"Yes, Second Miss, the visitor is a little girl from visual inspection."

Song Yingying's admiring eyes fell on his face, big brother, what a look.

"Please come in." The gentle female voice said lightly.

"Please."

Song Yingying nodded slightly and saw the people in the room.

One, a girl about her age.

In the scorching September, the girl in front of her was wearing very thick clothes. She wore a snow-white long skirt and a light blue overcoat on the outside, and she was wearing lady's shoes.

The thick and beautiful long hair was tied into a braid and tied with a headband and placed on one side of the shoulder.

There was a gentle aura all around her.

She was eating, and when she saw a guest, she gently put down the chopsticks, her eyes fell on her face, and she said gently:

"Please sit down."

Gentle and fairy-like.

Song Yingying couldn't help being restrained.

"Don't be cautious." The girl smiled lightly:

"I know you."

Song Yingying was stunned.

The girl smiled and continued:

"But you haven't met me, but you should have heard the name Meng Zhitao mentioned."

Song Yingying immediately understood.

Meng Zhitao.

The second miss of the Meng family.

The Meng family has daughters with surnames, the eldest daughter Meng Zhili, and the second daughter Meng Zhitao.

And Jiang Qi's Bai Yueguang is the illegitimate daughter Meng Wei.

In the book, the second lady, Meng Zhitao, doesn't have many roles. She only said that she has no desire to compete for family property, nor does she have the idea of ​​killing each other. She just goes out all the year round, watching Meng Zhili and Meng Wei fight, alone. No words.

Modesty reputation outside.

It's not surprising that this house belongs to the Meng family.

However, what Song Ling said was that he didn't know that the owner of this house was Meng Zhitao, so it was a little strange.

Song Yingying was thoughtful.

He was brought back to reality by Meng Zhitao's full belch.

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