Han Zhan deeply realized that the little girl named Song Fei in front of her was indeed a ruthless person, far from being comparable to that little girl Song Ci.
Song Ci is right, her sister Song Fei is very smart. She is not only smart, she also has a deep understanding of people's hearts, and she is also good at making strategies. Han Zhan secretly rejoiced that his Porcelain Treasure was a little idiot and didn't have such a shrewd mind, otherwise, life would definitely be another scene.
For a while, Han Zhan even felt a little sympathetic to that Yan Jiang. If he fell in love with such a beautiful snake, Yan Jiang's life might not be easy in the future.
Song Fei just finished talking about her plan when she heard the sound of Yan Jiang's car driving downstairs. Song Fei said to Han Zhan: "Hang up first, and I will contact you again." Song Fei quit WeChat, erased her WeChat login trace on the computer, and then returned to the room.
It took more than a week to finally finish filming the MV scene, and Yan Jiang felt relaxed. After entering the house, he turned on all the headlights on the first floor. Yan Jiang walked into the kitchen and took a bottle of beer from the refrigerator, planning to drink a bottle of wine to relax.
Holding the beer and walking to the living room, Yan Jiang always felt that something was missing, so he returned to the kitchen, opened the bottom drawer of the refrigerator to keep the fruit, and planned to make a fruit salad.
Salad with beer, life needs a sense of ritual.
He remembered that his assistant Allen sent strawberries over yesterday, and Yan Jiang planned to make a strawberry salad. Although he is a tall man of about 1.8 meters, he loves strawberries very much.
Opening the drawer, Yan Jiang reached out to grab the strawberries, and as soon as he reached in, Yan Jiang froze.
"Where are the strawberries?"
In the drawer, there were only a few lemons and oranges, and a box of cherry tomatoes, and his milk strawberries disappeared!
The Yanjiang people were a little confused.
After recovering, Yan Jiang hurriedly called his assistant, "Allen, did you come to my house yesterday morning and bought me a box of strawberries?"
Allen looked confused, but still replied dutifully: "Yes, Brother Jiang said he wanted to eat strawberries with milk. When I went to pick you up, I specially brought you a box of the largest strawberries with milk."
Not knowing what happened to Yan Jiang, Allen asked concerned: "Brother Jiang, what happened?"
Yan Jiang's face was extremely ugly, and he said darkly: "There may be robbers in our house!" Thief who stole strawberries!
Thinking that there was still someone hiding in his room, Yan Jiang hurried upstairs. During the process, his heart was beating like thunder, and his forehead was sweating a little.
Pushing open the door of the master bedroom and seeing Song Fei still lying on the bed, Yan Jiang felt like he was alive after a catastrophe. He walked to the bedside and knelt down, holding Song Fei's warm hand, Yan Jiang sighed with lingering fear: "It's okay, my wife, you haven't been stolen!"
Hearing this, Song Fei really wanted to knock Yan Jiang's head open to see how this man's brain structure grew. There is only one person lying in the bedroom at home. When something is lost at home, shouldn't the reason he should think of most be that he woke up
Song Fei remained silent, playing her 'vegetable' identity seriously.
Yan Jiang talked with Song Fei for a while, talking about the trivial things in today's work, Song Fei felt drowsy, and finally fell asleep.
After talking about today's work experience, Yan Jiang kissed Song Fei's finger again before getting up and going to the study. Because there was someone hiding in the house, Yan Jiang was afraid that something would happen to Song Fei, so he installed a surveillance camera at home.
When he came to the study, Yan Jiang was about to turn on the monitoring screen when his cell phone rang suddenly. It was the call from his manager, Brother Lan.
Yan Jiang leaned against the table and answered the phone. "Brother Lan, what's the matter?"
Brother Lan asked immediately, "Are you in a relationship?"
Yan Jiang felt baffled, "What scandal did I have with Du Xueyan again?" Yan Jiang couldn't think of any other possibility, so he thought it was him and Du Xueyan who were rumored to be having an affair again. "Tell you Brother Lan, Du Xueyan and I have a purely cooperative relationship, there is no ambiguity at all."
Brother Lan said, "It has nothing to do with Du Xueyan."
Yan Jiang was a little surprised, "Oh, what's wrong with that?" There are many people who are popular, and Yan Jiang is a scandal body, and he is full of scandals every day.
"A reporter stopped by your house today and took pictures of some things." It was a long story, Lan Ling reminded Yan Jiang: "Go and see for yourself, call me after you read it, and explain it carefully." Brother Lan then hang up the phone.
Facing the hung up mobile phone, Yan Jiang whispered: "I don't know why, what shameful things can be photographed at my house?" While muttering, he opened Weibo, and as soon as he entered the hot search page of Weibo, he saw A hot search for the word "explosion"—
Yan Jiang lives with a mysterious woman!
Yan Jiang's expression was slightly gloomy. He opened the trending search, and the first one that came out was the news report that received the most comments from netizens. The news has pictures and videos, as well as detailed explanations made by reporters.
As soon as Yan Jiang saw the woman in the black and white shirt and hat in the photo, his heart stopped beating at that moment.
Yan Jiang suddenly locked the phone screen, he took a deep breath, and glanced in the direction of the study door. He heard the thunderous heartbeat in his body, and his blood was boiling because of the excitement.
After a while, Yan Jiang lowered his head, unlocked the phone again, opened the picture and zoomed in to look at it.
A woman was photographed entering and leaving his home, wearing his shirt. She is slender, with short hair over her ears and a peaked cap. Not all of her fair face is in the picture. But Han Zhan could also recognize this person's identity based on just one aspect.
How could he not know the person who was by his pillow day and night
Yan Jiang opened the short video again. He stared at the screen of his mobile phone, watching the woman who stole his clothes and carried his backpack, walked out of his house in a big way.
She walked a little slowly, as slow as a child who has just learned to walk. She took every step carefully, and even had to look at the wall for a while after walking a few steps.
Under the news, netizens talked a lot—
First floor: Wearing Brother Jiang's clothes and trousers, carrying Brother Jiang's bag, and wearing Brother Jiang's hat, if this is not Brother Jiang's girlfriend, I will live broadcast Chixiang.
Second floor: Ms. Song is a good friend of Brother Jiang's. As we all know, the relationship between the two is so good that they can wear a pair of pants.
Third floor: To be honest, this woman looks a bit like Song X, so here comes the question, is it normal for a married woman to wear the clothes and pants of a friend of the opposite sex and walk out of the friend’s house early in the morning
Fourth floor: I sympathize with Ms. Song's husband.
Fifth floor: Are they really pure friendship
Sixth Floor: But Song Ci is in Shenyang today. If you don’t believe me, you can go to Song Ci’s Weibo homepage to see it. She even posted a video of her taking a bath.
At some point, Yan Jiang's eyes turned red. He squeezed the phone so hard that his knuckles turned white.
That's not Song Ci at all, that's Song Fei!
Yan Jiang didn't know how he got back to the master bedroom. He stood by the bed and looked down at Song Fei who was asleep and motionless, like a vegetable.
His fist clenched, then loosened, then clenched again.
After a while, Yan Jiang finally spoke.
"You're the one who woke up, didn't you?" Yan Jiang's voice was hoarse, and he could clearly hear crying.
I want a monthly pass, sisters
(end of this chapter)