Fu Yunyun gnawed on the meat skewers in her hand, no longer working hard to maintain the appearance of an elite lawyer, and had a happy late-night snack with her friends.
"Yes, probably next Friday. Director Mu moves very quickly."
In fact, it's not that fast, but he can't stand up to Mr. Ji. He is secretly pushing behind it. He has the resources to support it and the connections to open the way. If it can still be slower, that would be really strange.
"Next Friday, we'll start broadcasting together then." Lin Bai's home has a home theater, which will be perfect for watching variety shows.
At this time, Lin Bai didn't say anything about the variety show not being worthy of his equipment. Fu Yunyun finally realized one of her dreams. She was so happy that she ate a bunch of hot peppers, and then successfully got spicy, attracting the other two.
People ridiculed without mercy.
None of the three mentioned the inheritance. As friends since childhood, they naturally knew that only Song Shushu could figure it out on her own at this time, and no one else could help her.
"Bao'er, one day I will print a bunch of your records and you must give me a unique signature in the world! When you become popular, I will show it to your fan base! I will make them jealous."
Fu Yunyun was a little drunk, holding a wine bottle in one hand and holding a half-eaten skewer in the other, while sitting on the carpet she shouted an eight-foot-high battle.
Song Shushu was frightened by her sudden high-pitched voice. The wine bottle in his hand was slightly tilted. Fortunately, there was only half a bottle of wine in it.
"How can anyone be so famous?" She took a very open view on this matter. Being famous has its own way of living, and lying down has its own way of living. Maybe the alcohol has begun to numb her nerves, and she is so dizzy.
Huhu's state is particularly addictive.
When Lin Bai heard this, he was not happy. He tapped the wine bottle with his chopsticks, trying to gain a sense of presence. "Song Xiaoshu, give me some courage. If you can have a clear understanding of yourself, go and see if you can."
The number of fans that has been growing must be long-term and the thinking must be clear~”
"Don't listen to the boss's words." Song Shushu covered her ears, not realizing that she was also the boss.
Lin Bai was very aware of her little temper and sneered: "Tch, virtue."
After worrying about this, Sister Lin started to worry about that one again,
"Oh, oh, oh, call your junior friend to send her the location and ask her to wait to pick you up. You're like a drunkard. I won't resist you."
Although Fu Yunyun's drinking capacity has improved greatly, she drank quickly and violently as soon as she came. She was already a little drunk before she finished two bottles.
"Hmm... junior? That's not a junior, he's a big-tailed wolf."
She pouted, struggled to reach her mobile phone from the sofa, and clicked on the screen with eyes wide open.
Lin Bai and Fu Yunyun murmured for a long time, but somehow they got interested and began to read the guides and try their hand at boxing. The only person who was quiet at the scene was Song Shushu. Her eyes were also a little distracted. She sat aside and looked at the two with a smile.
People are making trouble.
Fu Yunyun brought over some fruit wine, which was very good in taste and appearance. Song Shushu liked these beautiful little things and drank sips of wine.
The light came from the side, and through the light blue liquid in the glass, little spots of light were scattered on her plain face, as if a veil of ambiguity was covered.
As Ji Sui watched, she felt an inexplicable itching in her throat, but her eyes did not leave her lips at all.
"Huh? Won't you let me drink?"
Seeing that she was about to open the fourth bottle of wine, Ji Sui finally couldn't bear it and stretched out his paw to stop her hand.
Anyway, he couldn't answer her now. A pair of slightly narrow eyes stared at hers for a moment.
Song Shushu's body was now limp and she had no strength to resist at all, although the strength at Ji Sui's level at this moment was still easy enough for her to wave away.
She couldn't drink, so she lay down on the sofa and looked at him levelly.
As if he suddenly got interested, his hands kept lingering on his back.
After laughing and joking for most of the night, Lin Bai, who was the only one who often socialized among the three people present, was still sober. He called the manager and opened a room for Fu Yunyun next door. After settling down, he went to sleep in his usual room.
Went.
Song Shushu was lying on the sofa, fast asleep, and her obedient appearance made people forget her existence.
Finally, the house became quiet again.
Ji Sui walked up to her, very helpless. This little drunkard obviously couldn't drink much, but he couldn't stand the provocation of those two people. Even if the alcohol was not high in alcohol content, according to her drinking method
It also has to be choked enough.
The smells of one person and one cat are intertwined. Ji Sui has clearly not touched any alcohol, but at this moment, he is still smoky as if he has had a drink.
There was a human look in those amber eyes.
The person on the sofa seemed to be sleeping uncomfortably, and a few groans escaped from his throat. Song Shushu was used to holding something in his arms when sleeping, and stretched out his hand to rub around.
Ji Sui used his hands and feet to put the pillow in the corner to her hand. When he noticed something approaching, Song Shushu took it into his arms and immediately became quiet.
He smiled helplessly, this man was really like a child.
Just as he was about to go to the bed and bring the quilt to her, the breathing of the person behind him began to become heavier.
Is she crying?
The girl was soundly asleep, but her face looked a bit sad. The fabric beneath her body was quickly soaked with tears.
I don’t know what I dreamed about. Even if I cry, I can only cry in the dead of night, after I am deeply asleep.
I had never seen her cry when I was 7 years old. She always looked very strong.
Song Shushu unconsciously buried his face into the pillow, silently, like a little kitten who had been wronged and hid to heal alone.
Ji Sui was actually a little unsure whether she was asleep or not, and was afraid that his movements would wake her up.
He has grown a lot recently, and when he stretches out his body and lies beside her, he is almost as long as one of her arms.
At the moment, he is staying aside obediently, like some clingy large doll.
Sensing the heat source around him, the sleeping person unconsciously moved closer to his body. This subconscious closeness made Ji Sui feel happy and at the same time felt a trace of distress in his heart.
Although he didn't go to today's dinner, he still knew something about what happened. He always had a hunch that maybe she had already known about the existence of this will and was even planning to use it to do something big.
The mother who brought her a lot of suffering finally left her daughter with the capital to settle down and live in the last waking hours of her life.
Perhaps Ji Wan still had some unrealistic illusions about Song Qingxiang, thinking that he could take good care of their daughter.
Ji Wan loved and hated her daughter, but all her love and hate became that wisp of smoke and dissipated in this world with her death.
...
In the Song family, Mrs. Qian rarely went to bed early. Everyone gathered in the living room of the old house, looking heavy.
She simply loved and hated Ji Wan, her daughter-in-law. What she loved was her life experience, but what she hated was her attitude towards Song Qingxiang. Although Song Qingxiang was not considered a top-notch young man in Q City, he was
She is young and promising, and started to get involved in the family business early, so she has good conditions as a marriage partner.
She picked and picked among the famous ladies before choosing Ji Wan, who seemed to be obedient, and the two of them did live a pretty good life after their marriage.
When did it start to change?
Maybe it was the bowls of soup that Ji Wan drank during her pregnancy. Song Qingxiang was raised by the old lady. After losing her husband in middle age, she devoted herself both physically and mentally to her son. The Song family was not very peaceful either.
In this place, several relatives from far and near are fixated on the position of the head of the family. Qian Fangyin is guarding the company outside, and she also has to guard against those people who want to enrich the family property inside. She is naturally used to being strong.
She also interfered a lot in the affairs of her son and daughter-in-law. Ji Wan was also a girl raised by her family. She tolerated it once or twice, but her patience only got worse. Miss Ji couldn't learn how to compromise and seek perfection.
I had a very loud argument with my mother-in-law playing gongs and drums for a while.
After she gave birth to Song Shushu, the Song family became even more dissatisfied with her. The straws eventually accumulated into a mountain that could crush a person, so she considered divorcing her.
Unfortunately, he passed away suddenly less than two days after the divorce.
The couple's original divorce case was about family property, and their children were not mentioned at all.
Song Shushu was "abandoned" again and again.
Remove the emotional ties, and what remains is a ruthless entanglement of interests.
Boom!
The solid wooden cane poked on the floor, making a dull sound that sounded like thunder in the quiet living room.
Song Shishi stayed up all night watching dramas with her roommates last night, and today she was forced to do a business with Liang Chunxue. She was already sleepy. Qian Fangyin knocked down her cane and fell asleep in an instant. Most of her heart was broken.
I was dissatisfied, but I didn't dare to lose my temper as usual, and I felt even more depressed.
"This Ji Wan won't let me stop even if she dies."
Going against her when she was alive made her lose all face. Even if she failed to leave a son for the Song family, even after she died, she would have to make trouble for her with her debt collector daughter.
Song Qingxiang didn't answer this. The relationship between him and his ex-wife was not deep to begin with. Even if there was one, it would have faded to almost nothing after so many years.
Song Shishi was very good at reading people's faces. When Qian Fangyin lost her temper, she would huddle silently on the sofa, trying to weaken her sense of existence. She knew that her grandma didn't like her, but she treated her much better than Song Shushu.
Only then was he willing to act clever and good-natured in front of her.
Liang Chunxue turned sideways to cover her daughter behind her, and she didn't feel at ease either. The old lady was furious now, so stay out of it if you can avoid being involved.
Song Qingxiang ignored the small movements of the two mothers and children beside him, or in other words, he didn't care.