His Wife Calls The Shots

The agent knew that she was satisfied, and smiled: "He is your super fan. I heard that he wants to form a team with you. He has arrived near the first recording site a few days in advance and has prepared a lot for you. meet and greet."

Zhang Xuela: "When will you join the group?"

"The day after tomorrow, so you can rest well tomorrow and try to go in in the best condition."

"By the way, do you want to add Can's WeChat? I have his contact information here."

Zhang Xuela glanced at her: "Want me to add him?"

The agent understood in seconds: "Okay, I get it!"

Zhang Xuela closed her eyes: "I want to rest, don't disturb me before I arrive."

An hour later, the car stopped.

The agent whispered to wake Zhang Xuela.

"Sheila, I'm at your house, go back and rest. It's been hard work today."

Zhang Xuela slowly opened her eyes and looked forward subconsciously.

In front of the gate of a villa, a person was walking out of it.

Her eyes sank, and she picked up her bag and got out of the car.

After the car left, she walked forward.

One step at a time, slow but not slow, the momentum is domineering.

Finally, she stopped.

His eyelids drooped, his indifferent eyes slowly turning into sarcasm.

"I didn't answer the phone last time, but this time I waited for my dad to recover, but you came to the door automatically. I know exactly what you were thinking."

The person in front of him raised his head and glanced at her, with a calm expression, even more indifferent than her, and walked forward without saying a word.

Zhang Xuela moved her footsteps and blocked her: "Wei Wu."

She smiled sarcastically: "Your surname is Wei, not Zhang, this place doesn't belong to you, you'd better never come here again."

Wei Wu slowly raised her head, her dark pupils were like a deep well that could eat people, she smiled, and said nothing, with a cold air all over her body.

Zhang Xuela felt a chill down her spine for some reason, pursed her lips tightly, and took a step back.

"Sure enough, it's a monster." She sneered coldly, turned and left. -

At 11:30 in the evening, Qian Miao left the restaurant.

Because they all drank wine, so let the black chicken come to pick them up.

Lu Wanyu drank a lot and vomited a lot. At this point, he was already unconscious and fell asleep when he got into the car.

"Boss, I bought it for you." The black chicken handed her the hangover medicine.

Qian Mi raised her hand and refused, then said, "Drive, drive slowly."

The black chicken looked at her wrong and asked in a low voice, "Is someone following us?"

Qian Miao closed her eyelids and nodded her head.

The black chicken hummed, immediately started the car, and crawled slowly.

Qian Miao pressed her fingers to her forehead, leaned her elbows against the car window, and stared at the rear-view mirror outside the car.

Just three seconds after the car started, a green taxi also slowly drove towards this side.

Obviously their speed is very slow, a speed that can be surpassed by bicycles, but the taxi has always kept a distance from their car and has no intention of catching up.

Qian Miao settled her thoughts, turned her eyes away, and said to the black chicken, "Get rid of it."

The black chicken got the order, and the car rushed out suddenly and flexibly shuttled in the traffic.

The lane changes are frequent and rapid, and inexperienced people simply cannot catch up.

Black Chicken: "Boss, who is this? Follow you."

Qian Miao didn't say she was a fan according to Lu Wanyu's statement, she only said, "I'm not sure yet."

"Then do you want to arrest me and ask?"

Qian Miao took a pillow and hugged her, squinting her eyes: "It's not time yet, just wait and see what happens."

Because she drank alcohol, she didn't go back to Feng's house, and asked Heiji to drive the car back to Jiangjing in the south of the city.