"No!" Ye Yuxing poked her head out, her cunning eyes rolling back and forth between the two of them, "Mr. Rong, my artist has another important notice. I can't walk away, I don't know..."

The implication of this sentence is already very obvious.

Song Ci frowned and was about to speak, but the gentle voice of the man beside him had already fallen into his ears, "Yes, I just don't know if Rong has this honor."

Song Temple, “…”

Ye Yuxing winked at her, pulled Xiaoyun and drove away in the nanny car.

Song Ci looked at the unreliable two people and was speechless. She turned her head and looked at the man beside her apologetically, "Sorry, I don't have to bother you..."

Before Song Ci finished speaking, a black Rolls-Royce stopped steadily in front of her. Rong Jin had already stepped forward and opened the car door, staring at her gently, "Miss Song, don't be polite to me, I am your fan..."

Song Ci changed his lazy attitude before. Seeing that the car door had already opened, she thanked her and sat on it.

As a result, as soon as he got up, he looked at a pair of sharp eyes. The elite man in the driver's seat looked up and down at Song Ci, and suddenly a row of white teeth appeared, "Miss Song, you like you very much!"

Song Temple, “…”

"Thanks......"

Rong Jin also sat up, kept a certain distance from Song Ci, and then said, "Xiao Chen, drive."

"It's the president!"

Xiao Chen immediately looked serious and stopped trying to talk to Song Ci.

The car was very quiet. The man around her turned on the computer and worked as soon as she got up. She would occasionally ask her if she needed anything. She was very thoughtful.

Song Ci is arguing with his agent.

Song: "He is...my fan"

Ye: "Ha?"

Then a voice message was sent.

Song Ci's eyebrows hopped, lowered the volume of his phone and prepared to put it on his ears to listen, but his fingers accidentally clicked the voice.

"Stop pretending! In the Zhao family, you have looked at them three times in total, and you don't see Gu Yan's frequency is not as high as this! People are so popular that they harm the country and the people, so you are not moved? Do you dare to say that you don't want to be a fan?"

Ye Yuxing's voice came from his cell phone, and in the small space, the sound naturally came into everyone's ears...

Is Song Ci's scalp numb? His eyes were ridiculous and he subconsciously said, "What are you talking nonsense?"

While Rong Jin's sound of typing on the keyboard stopped, he turned to look at her.

"Ms. Song?"

Song Ci quickly put away his phone and coughed awkwardly, "Sorry, the agent is kidding me, I don't..."

"What does grass powder mean? Are you hungry?"

Rong Jin spoke gently, with sparse light flashing in his eyes, shining like obsidian, "Do you want to eat something?"

Song Ci just wanted to find a crack in the ground now. She shook her head and held her phone tightly, "I don't want to eat... Then don't care..."

Rong Jin raised his eyebrows and looked at her, with a soft light in his eyes, "It doesn't matter, but grass powder... is it a snack?"

The other party was like a curious baby, and he kept asking questions, as if he was really afraid that she would be hungry.

"puff!"

Xiao Chen in the driver's seat smiled and looked at his boss through the rearview mirror, "President, you don't know anything about this."

Song Ci's heart suddenly rose again and frowned and looked at Xiao Chen.

Will Mr. Rong think she is frivolous?

Then she heard Xiao Chen's confident voice, "This is a famous snack in the south. This powder is soft, elastic, and smooth and delicious. It's so delicious. Miss Song, you like it too, and my girlfriend likes it too! She is still your fan!"

Song Temple, “…”

fortunately......

Rong Jin looked at Xiao Chen thoughtfully, thinking that this shouldn't be the meaning, but it was indeed reasonable and well-founded.

"Well, I understand, you can drive well"

"yes"

Xiao Chen, who was finally able to show off in front of the president, was very happy.

The car fell into a strange calm again. After Rong Jin asked the question, his eyes turned to the computer, and he did not look like he wanted to continue talking to Song Ci.

It seems that he is really busy.

Song Ci's eyes fell on the laptop. Unfortunately, this computer was her endorsement...

Song Ci turned his gaze away without hesitation, for some reason, and even if she didn't notice her own, the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

The community where Song Ci lives is considered a famous high-end community in Kyoto. Most of the people living there are either rich or noble. Even if Song Ci is popular, she is still an artist. She probably can't afford such a community.

Rong Jin sat in the car and looked at the community. Rushui's eyes fell on Song Ci's side, "Ms. Song, the destination has arrived."

Song Ci sighed a little about why the drive was so short, but at least he did not show any rude expression. He just nodded politely and thanked obediently.

Rong Jin smiled back and got out of the car and opened the car door for her. He knew the integrity of Dong Li and was well-educated.

Song Ci pursed her lips and bent over to get out of the car, but her feet were a little numb in the car, and she was wearing high heels. As soon as she slipped under her feet, she rushed forward.

"careful!"

At the critical moment, Rong Jin grabbed Song Ci, who was about to fall to the ground, and pulled him into his arms with a long arm.

The faint smell of orchid filled the nose, and the person's delicate face was in front of him. Song Ci was hugged in his arms, and the distance between his nose was only one fist...

Song Ci subconsciously narrowed his eyes, held Rong Jin's thin waist with his hands, and an unknown feeling arose in his heart...

Rong Jin helped the person out, then took his hand back, and took a few steps back.

"Sorry, did you sprain your ankle?"

Song Ci also let go of him, with a little loss in his eyes, "No..."

Rong Jin seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, with a gentle voice, "I still have to apply it with an ice pack when I go back. Do you often wear high heels?"

Song Ci nodded, with a few separate emotions in his laziness, "Well, I want to participate in the event..."

Rong Jin frowned as if he wanted to say something. As soon as the words came to his mouth, Xiao Chen behind him spoke in confusion, "President, you have an emergency meeting..."

After all, Rong Jin smiled apologetically at Song Ci, gave a few instructions and turned around and wanted to leave.

It seems that the meeting is very important.

Song Ci thought, looking at Rong Jin's back, frowning. She had only seen three times. Besides, the two were seven years apart, so she didn't understand where her inexplicable emotions came from. She probably won't meet again in the future after separation.

Song Ci withdrew his gaze and turned around and went to the apartment building.

On that day, Song Ci, who had not posted on Weibo for a long time, edited a Weibo post.

Song Ci V: I wish you happiness @ Luo Heng

Many celebrities below also reposted it, of course most of them are artists under Shengshi Entertainment.

Ye Yuxing then reposted the Weibo post and then posted another termination contract.

Suddenly, the topic of Song Ci breaking up instantly became a hot search, and even dominated the top five hot search list.

Everyone was talking about Song Ci's breakup. The two have always been low-key in love. Some of Song Ci's fans don't even know their relationship. Now they suddenly broke up, which is a shocking thing.

Going to the front line of eating melons: What's wrong! Can anyone tell me what happened? Did the soft-fried man cheat or did Song Ci figure it out?

Temple Temple: Is that soft-fried man finally going to dump my temple? It’s a happy congratulations, the scumbag won’t die well @ Luo Heng V

Eat a Taotao: I'm so I terminated the contract directly? Luo Heng made a solid reputation! @Luo Heng V

Don't wear shorts: Luo Heng has been entangled with Goddess Shen. It seems that Song Ci can't bear it anymore, @Luo Heng Shen Jiayi V

Jiabao: What's wrong with Guan Jiajia upstairs? Eat melons in a civilized way, and you are not allowed to trample on it!

Song Song Temple: Are there fewer people in Shen Jiayi who step on my temple? Don’t think that the Internet has no memories. Isn’t Shen Jiayi a mistress? @Shen Jiayi V

After posting on Weibo, Song Ci stopped looking at her phone. She sat in her singing room, her hand fell on the piano keys, and a melodious sound slipped away from her fingertips, falling into the cold air, drifting into the distance with the cold wind outside the window...
Chapter completed!