Rebirth, the character of Baifumei cannot fall

Chunsheng was really happy today. His sister came to pick him up, and his best friend came to pick him up too!

But why was there something strange between his sister and his best friend? Did they have a quarrel? But it didn't look like that!

If you can't figure it out, don't think about it. It's still a bit too difficult for me, who is only four years old. I will understand it when I grow up.

The place Song Jiajun chose was not a big hotel, but a quadrangle with three entrances and three exits. I couldn't see anything special all the way, until I entered the second gate, there was a different world.

The rockery in the courtyard overlapped, and the water was gurgling. In such weather, the water in the pond did not freeze. Several koi in the water swam around. I don't know what they ate. They were as fat as men's calves.

There were countless flowers blooming next to the rockery, magnolia, peony, echinacea, and some flowers that I couldn't name. One after another, it felt lively even in winter.

Entering the innermost courtyard, there was a wintersweet planted on the left, and a white kapok tree on the right.

Not long after the three of them walked into the door, an old man came out of the side room. He was wearing a coarse linen shirt, but his temperament was gentle, and he was friendly even without speaking.

"Ajun is here, come in and sit down."

"Hello, Grandma Jun, I heard that you got a batch of seafood, come and satisfy your craving."

Grandma Jun smiled and led the three people into the room. There were many calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall of the room. Lin Wanyue saw that one of the paintings of winter plums was exactly the same as the scene in the courtyard.

"This was painted when my husband was alive, a picture of winter plums reflecting the snow." Grandma Jun's voice was gentle, with a hint of nostalgia.

"The old man's brushwork is exquisite, and the winter plums stand against the snow, still proud!"

Grandma Jun felt that this girl was right at first sight. She was beautiful and well-read. Ajun, this boy, had a good eye.

There is no such thing as ordering dishes when eating here. You eat whatever is available today. Grandma Jun only receives two tables a day, one table at noon and one table at night, and no more than five people.

I don't know how many people in City B want to try it, but let alone eat it, I don't know how to contact them if I want to make an appointment.

Although Grandma Jun is old, she is very skillful. Soon the table is full of delicious food with good color, fragrance and taste.

"Drink some soup to warm your stomach first. Grandma Jun's ancestors were imperial chefs. This seven-star fish ball soup is her specialty. You try it."

Song Jiajun served a bowl of soup to Lin Wanyue and Chunsheng. Chunsheng held the bowl in his little hands and drank three bowls of soup.

Lin Wanyue took a sip and her eyes lit up. This fish soup retained the freshness of the fish, and there was no fishy smell. After cooling it, the warm soup slid down her throat and warmed her stomach.

After drinking a bowl of soup, Song Jiajun also peeled the shrimp and placed it in front of Lin Wanyue, and picked out the bones of a piece of pickled fresh fish carefully.

In comparison, Chunsheng is much more independent. He takes good care of himself without help.

My sister is a girl and should be taken care of. I am still too young now and can only take care of myself. When I grow up, I won't need Brother Song to help take care of me.

Chunsheng didn't know at this time that his brother Song was about to change his status.

From a good friend to a prospective brother-in-law, Chunsheng was emo for a long time.

When Lin Wanyue put down her chopsticks and began to sip the soup, Song Jiajun knew that she was full and put the prawns that were ready for Lin Wanyue into Chunsheng's bowl.

Song Jiajun ate very quickly, but he didn't look embarrassed and was still elegant and calm.

Lin Wanyue observed carefully and found that Song Jiajun rarely ate seafood. He only ate two or three bites of scallops and drank half a bowl of fish soup.

"You don't like seafood?"

"No, I eat everything the same."

Song Jiajun was telling the truth. He didn't eat seafood because he thought it was troublesome. For him, eating anything was the same. He just needed to be full. There was nothing he liked or disliked.

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Song Jiajun originally wanted to ask the girl out for a walk, but Chunsheng had classes in the afternoon and Lin Wanyue had things to do, so he drove the siblings home.

Chunsheng went upstairs to take a nap, and Lin Wanyue called Lin Zhe: "Go check Zhao Dongyuan's case, and send me the evidence when the time comes."

Lin Zhe took action immediately after receiving the instructions, and within two hours he had found out the whole story.

The girl was arranged by Wang Qiu. Usually, the personal belongings of artists attending events are carried by assistants or agents, so Wang Qiu could easily get the key to Zhao Dongyuan's house to make a copy.

The girl was a professional woman, and Wang Qiu specifically found her to annoy Zhao Dongyuan, but after asking carefully, he found out that Zhao Dongyuan didn't touch her at all.

The girl was so angry when she said that, and this guy fell asleep on the sofa because he was drunk. He shouted for a long time butShe didn't wake him up, fearing that it would delay the task, so she could only drag him into the house, strip him and put him on the bed.

Not only did she treat herself as a laborer for three thousand yuan, but the drunk man was so heavy that he vomited all over herself. It was already the middle of the night when she finished cleaning up. She had never taken such a bad job before!

Wang Qiu asked someone to change the surveillance in the corridor, and replaced the corresponding surveillance with the surveillance footage from the previous day.

The reporter at the door was arranged by Wang Qiu early in the morning, and the photos were also sent out by Wang Qiu. She also bought off many marketing accounts to increase the popularity, just to step on Zhao Dongyuan firmly.

She went to such great lengths to frame Zhao Dongyuan because of another artist in her hands, Ma Yihui.

Since changing his agent, Ma Yihui's resources have been endless, and many people in the team can see that the relationship between Wang Qiu and Ma Yihui is not simple.

But it is a normal phenomenon in this circle, and no one said much. When Fatty was there, Zhao Dongyuan often came to the company to talk with everyone, but after changing his agent, he stayed at home except for work.

So he didn't know anything about what happened between Ma Yihui and Wang Qiu.

After Zhao Dongyuan's resources were divided, the biggest beneficiary was Ma Yihui. He basically held two-thirds of Zhao Dongyuan's resources, and his value rose sharply.

Ma Yihui ate meat, and other people in the team also drank some soup more or less. No one was innocent.

Lin Wanyue saw that there were pictures at the back, and swiped her phone twice to turn it off. It was really eye-catching. What was this?

I'll pay a lot of money for a pair of eyes that haven't seen these pictures!

After a while, Lin Wanyue packed the evidence in her hand and sent it to Zhao Dongyuan, telling him that someone from the company would come to help him deal with it later.

Lin Wanyue doesn't plan to do it herself, as this will dirty her hands. The people trained by Lin Zhe, the top leader, know best how to maximize benefits.