Male God, a Little Su

Xie Zhizhou has never liked to talk nonsense, which is well known in the circle, not because he cherishes words like gold, but because he thinks that most people are not worthy of him to talk about.

This is the first time that I have said so much to a female star off-screen.

"what?"

Xie Zhizhou raised his eyebrows, his thin eyelids drooped, and he casually turned the Moyu wrench on his thumb.

"Su Yan, your ex-wife—"

Pan Minghui pointed to the screen in front of him, "Don't tell me, you are here for her this time."

For this reason, he simply cannot accept it.

But other than that, Pan Minghui couldn't think of any other reason why Xie Zhizhou could take time out of his busy schedule to come and visit the class.

It is not one of Xie's biggest investments, and it is not enough for Xie Zhizhou to visit the class in person.

In the last audition, he was able to come, which was enough to surprise Pan Minghui.

"Well."

A word with unknown meaning, no answer.

Pan Minghui turned his head and looked at the man who was much taller than him. Even jealousy can't be born in my heart. Some people are born to be the favored sons of heaven.

God has given him great abilities and good looks, from his point of view.

Underneath the men's coat is a turtleneck sweater with a slender neck. When he wasn't smiling, his jaw line was stretched, his eyes were calm, and it seemed that no matter what happened, he couldn't get a clue from his eyes. The eyebrows are thick and black, the eye sockets are deep, the nose is thin and the lips are thin. It is said that people with thin lips have a cool temperament.

Pan Minghui felt that this was reflected most vividly in Xie Zhizhou.

He put his hands in his pockets, and his lead-grey eyelashes were sparse and slender, reflecting in his glazed pupils.

"Mr. Xie, with all due respect, since you have other thoughts about Su Yan, why did you want to get a divorce in the first place?"

Hearing this, Xie Zhizhou's eyes fell on Su Yan for a long time. She didn't seem to notice at all, and she lowered her head and wrote something in the small book.

He looked back and pursed his lips.

"No, what I'm interested in is the current she—"

Pan Minghui didn't know what he was talking about. From the beginning to the end, wasn't Su Rou still the same Su Rou?

Except from notoriety, useless, to hard work.

Xie Zhizhou didn't explain it either. He put on his gloves, and when he turned around, he casually said, "Take care of her." Before I lost interest.

Even without mentioning his name, Pan Minghui knew what he was talking about.

"Tsk—"

Watching the man strutting and walking fast.

The bodyguards and assistants who were waiting on the side quickly followed, and someone trotted, ran over ahead of time, and respectfully opened the door for him.

The wind and snow blew the hem of his clothes, and the man's back was straight, like an unsheathed sword, walking into the snow with endless chill and chill.

The group of people was mighty, and soon disappeared along with Xie Zhizhou's figure.

"If I knew today, why was it in the first place?"

Pan Minghui shook his head, not thinking that Su Ro was so easy to pursue now.

...

Su Yan's life is very fulfilling every day, but it is strange that she often sees Xie Zhizhou in the crew.

During this period, she went to record another episode of Wilderness Survival.

Now the audience has gradually accepted her existence, and they are also used to Su Ro's surprises from time to time.

For example, in her cooking skills, it is not that there are no restaurants that come to her for cooperation. Even willing to exchange shares for it, but seriously, Su Yan has no interest in it.