Rebirth of the Official Business Route

The familiar sky outside the window was gray and gloomy, without any vitality; looking far away, it was covered with snow, wind-dried snow, dry, without wet luminosity, and seemed to have no vitality.

The small town of Xianglin soon appeared in front of him. Song Wanpei once wanted to buy a villa in the Nanhu Forest Villa Community at the east end of Xianglin Town, but now he finds it particularly abominable.

Song Wanpeihao's chin was resting on her white wrist, her eyes looked out the window with disappointed eyes. Song Zuyu sent his Mercedes-Benz to pick her up. She didn't feel the slightest honor to wait for the car to turn into the concrete tunnel of Xianglin Town. Song Wanpei grabbed the upper sleeve on the seat and asked the driver to stop the car in front: "There is a little way left, I just walk over..." The novel chapter is updated fastest

"It's very cold, let's take the car..." The agent who had been silent all of a sudden said, trying to prevent Song Wanpei from getting out of the car. Seeing her apricot eyes were irritated, the agent turned his face and looked out the window and said, "So Mr. Song If you’re really unwilling to tell me, if you tear up the contract with the company, we will eat as if we change company..."

Song Wanpei sat slumped in her seat. When she first debuted, she didn't understand anything. She signed a 15-year long-term contract with the company; she realized that the 15-year contract was nothing but a piece of paper when she saw the sinister heart of the people. . Don’t look at her stardom in the past two years, her reputation has greatly increased, advertisers, film contracts and contract rewards have repeatedly set new highs, but due to the existence of ten years of sales wedge, most of the income has flowed into the hands of the company, and she personally got it. Very limited. Unless she sells herself, she cannot afford the compensation for tearing up the brokerage contract. "Fiction" novel chapters are updated fastest

This is probably the longest journey to come, and the driver also intentionally slowed down. Even though Song Wanpei still has a hint of fortunate luxury, her heart can't help being as cold as the freezing lake, so cold that people can't help it. Shake slightly.

The car drove into the villa park. Even though the manor-style villa park of Nuo Da was covered with a thick layer of snow, one could still see the luxury inside. When he came to the villa near the shore of Nanhu Lake, Song Wanpei took off his coat. The car, and then the door was pulled up from the inside, and the car slowly drove away. Song Wanpei knew that the driver would only wait for her to actually walk in before the driver would drive the car away.

She should have realized this a long time ago. Song Wanpei took a deep breath of the cold air, feeling that her stomach was so cold, she went up to ring the doorbell, and quickly opened the walnut-gray-painted iron door from the inside. A young man in a dark blue cotton coat showed her face from the inside, looked at Song Wanpei, and said, "Song Xiu, come here, Mr. Zhang is waiting for you in the living room..."

Song Wanpei subconsciously stepped back, and at the end of the exquisitely decorated courtyard, there was a transparent glass door. Zhang Ke was standing behind the glass door, staring at this side and talking on the phone. I don't know who he is calling, but Song Wanpei knows that she has nowhere to go, so she can luckily hope that the girl who Unicom said that last night was not purely just to comfort her.

Seeing Zhang Ke beckoning to herself behind the glass door, Song Wanpei had the idea to escape from the famine again in her heart, but forced herself to go forward.

"I thought Song Xiu would come here later." Zhang Qie's mobile phone was clamped around her neck, and she reached out to help Song Wanpei pick up her jacket. Then he seemed to be talking to someone on the phone again, "Well, yes, she is better than me. Expected to arrive early..."

Song Wanpei almost couldn't help it. Could it be that he was so nasty in his eyes, that he would send it to the door to pay it back? Still handed the smoky gray woolen coat to Zhang Ke and hung it on the frame of the hallway. Only then did he notice that the young man who opened the door to her did not follow in. Through the glass door, he could see him walking around to the villa from the right side of the steps. Going to the side, I know that there is still a beautiful girl with a separate bodyguard room or a maid's room in the villa. She and Zhang Ke are the only two in the living room, I'm afraid there is really no one else in the whole building.

"Then I'll hang up the phone first... open..." Zhang Yan said with a smile, holding the phone in his hand, and smiling to Song Wanpei. Song Wanpei’s address..." Song Wanpei was asked to go inside and saw her take off her woolen trench coat. She was still wearing a tender purple liner suit, and the smoky-gray woolen sweater appeared from the open collar. She looked very With sturdy jeans, I thought that I could see the sturdy belt on her waist when I opened the hem of her top.

Looking at Zhang Ke, Song Wanpei felt as uncomfortable as Manci Qing pierced her heart, and she didn't even pretend to laugh at all, only expecting the nightmare to wake up quickly.

"Song Xiu should be hungry, I didn't expect that Song Xiu would arrive so early, and it would take half an hour before lunch can be used. I hope Song Xiu will not feel negligent. Should I accompany Song Xiu to visit first?" Zhang Ke asked.

Seeing Zhang Ke's gaze fall on the stairs upstairs, Song Wanpei hit a spirit, where would he dare to go upstairs with him? He squeezed out a bitter smile and said: "Yesterday I didn’t know Taishan and I misunderstood Mr. Zhang. I hope that Mr. Zhang will have a large number of people. The French restaurant of the Foreign Capital Hotel in Xianglin Town will invite a chef from France. I hope Mr. Zhang Can give me a chance to apologize..."

It's a coincidence that the French chef of the Guodu Hotel just invited me over to make preparations. Now it seems that my desire to please Song Xiu is really not in vain. The chef is still a golden and blue-eyed beauty. It is said that the cooking skills have reached a certain level, and they are also very appreciative. Song Xiu would not mind to accompany me to see the performance of the French beauty chef, right? "Zhang Ke asked with a smile.

Song Wanpei wanted to escape from the living room where Zhang Ke was alone. She wished to move her legs towards the kitchen and turned around a wall carved with cursive sandalwood. It was a very luxurious dining room. The French golden female chef in a white chef suit is preparing dishes with her head down slightly, and an assistant is in it to shape a small plate of mashed potatoes.

Song Wanpei didn't want to appreciate the craftsmanship of a French beauty chef, but felt that the presence of others would make her feel more secure. She pretended to be surprised and walked over, almost wanting to stick with the French beauty chef.

The French beauty chef was too attentive. When Song Wanpei walked to her side, she was shocked to see her, but asked Zhang Ke in amazement.

Song Wanpei was stunned that she didn't understand a word, thinking that she spoke French, right? Seeing that the assistant in the chef's clothes was still lowering her head to shape the mashed potatoes, she didn't seem to have the meaning of raising her head to help with the translation, and thought to herself: If she can't communicate with the beautiful French chef, how can she help herself through the difficulties in front of her? Song Wanpei didn't expect Zhang Wei to come down and talk to the French beauty chef. Xia Mei ^ Shao ^ nv said something she didn't understand at all. She really didn't expect that the slapstick ball could speak French. Seeing them frowning there. They chatted very happily, and the eyes of the two of them still looked at themselves from time to time. Song Wanpei only felt that when she walked into this villa and looked forward to a savior, it was a little girl who would be naive!

"I told Kelena that you admire her French cooking skills, and for this reason, I also woke up, saying that I specially invited her to prepare this French Chinese meal at your request; I also said that you are very domestic. The famous film and television song star, has the opportunity to make her deeds of becoming a top chef of French cuisine at a young age when she learns to cook into a Chinese movie. She was very happy about this and said that she would ask you to take a photo with her after lunch Take a souvenir, so that her French friends will know that she has made a big star friend in China..." Zhang Ke finished chatting with the French beauty chef, and casually told Song Wanpei what they were talking about.

Song Wanpei watched the French beauty chef look at her with kindness in her eyes. She couldn't bear to tell her the truth. The two of them couldn't speak the language and couldn't tell her the truth... "Well, let's not disturb the chef's work. Let's just Waiting to taste the chef's craftsmanship" Zhang Ke reached out and invited Song Wanpei out of the slightly narrow kitchen. Before her fingers touched Song Wanpei's shoulders, she flashed forward as if she was about to pierce a needle. At this time, when someone walked outside, Song Wanpei was shocked and slammed to the side. She turned her elbow back inadvertently, and realized that she had hit Zhang Ke. He turned around and saw Zhang Ke smiled bitterly with his hands on his chest: "I see, Song Xiu didn't come to apologize, but to take revenge..."

Song Wanpei didn't think Zhang Ke's words were funny at all, only when he was here, he would open his mouth to make his shameless request, and then suddenly became panicked, only to see the people who walked in whispering a few words in Zhang Ke's ear. As if his ears were deaf, he couldn't hear what he was talking about, only a wicked smile appeared at the corner of Zhang Ke's mouth.

"Well, the guests are all here, and you can officially taste the craftsmanship of the French beauty chef... Zhang Ke rubbed his hands and said with a smile.

"Oh~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Song Wanpei responded like a zombie, and woke up in a shocking wake almost at the same time, "What, there are other guests? "

"I planned to invite Song Xiu to apologize alone," Zhang Ke said with a smile, "It's just a coincidence that a friend came to Beijing, so I can't help but entertain. Song Xiu doesn't think my sincerity is enough?"

"..." Song Wanpei didn't know what to say at this time. She was leaning on the carved wooden wall, just thinking about regaining some strength to walk. She heard the sound of cars coming in outdoors, thinking that there were really other guests coming. I noticed that the many dishes prepared by the French and American chefs in the kitchen cannot be eliminated by two people at all. I just feel that my body is soft and want to collapse. I don’t have any strength at all, looking at the evil spirit hanging around Zhang Ke’s mouth. With a smile, my heart suddenly hated terribly. It was also hate before, and now it is also hate. Maybe there may be a slight difference between the two kinds of hate.

"Song Xiu should believe that I didn't mean it yesterday, right?" Zhang Ling leaned into Song Wanpei's ear and said softly, then walked out, not forgetting to tell the staff, "Take Song Xiu to the dressing room. Maybe Song Xiu needs to touch up her makeup..."

Song Wanpei couldn't wait to ruin her face when she went out. Where would she clean up? Hearing what Zhang Ke said, I felt that the chest that hit him with an elbow yesterday still faintly hurts.