None of the famous female artists in the entertainment industry are absolutely pure in mind.

Without snack machines and the ability to protect yourself, you cannot survive.

Shu Ying had already had a backup plan, but after all, it was that kind of thing, and she was worried, because once this kind of news got out, her stardom would basically be ruined.

Cheng Xian said calmly: "Give me the video and I will handle it."

Shu Ying hesitated, "Cheng Lu, if you hand over the video, there will be no way back for me. Are you sure the appointment can be resolved?"

"As long as you don't lie to me, this contract can be terminated."

Cheng Xian sounded determined, put away the video sent by Shu Ying, and said to Nan Song before leaving: "There is still half a jar of wine left, put it in for me."

Nan Song asked someone to put it on and said, "My fourth brother is not a good drinker. Brother Cheng, please watch him."

"I can't watch it."

Cheng Xian took a puff of cigarette, raised his lips and said with a smile: "The best I can do is let him finish his drink and stay at home, instead of jumping around on the operating table. I can't afford to pay for the loss of life."

Carrying the wine and packing a few more dishes, Cheng Xian walked away gracefully.

Shu Ying and the priest were obviously relieved.

Although the process of negotiating the case is a bit difficult, as long as Cheng Lu makes a golden promise, the case will be completed. They just need to wait for the good news.

...

Shu Ying and the priest's assistant picked them up, but Nan Song didn't go out to see them off for fear of being photographed again and causing unnecessary trouble.

She stayed to go over this quarter's accounts with the manager. After a while, a little guy cautiously poked his head in. Nan Song raised his eyes and said with some humor: "He's gone, come in."

Si Zhe walked in with a teapot, still wearing a chef's uniform, with a smile on his face, "Uncle Taishi, would you like to try the oolong tea you just brewed?"

"Yeah." Nan Song responded lightly and continued to settle accounts with the manager.

Si Zhe served the tea and waited aside, listening to Nan Song saying to the manager: "You have to make money, but the quality of the food must also improve. The ingredients must be carefully monitored, and there must be no stale ingredients, let alone fake ones."

Please pay attention to hygiene, how messy is the kitchen?"

Her voice was light but her attitude was strict. The manager was sweating on his forehead and responded repeatedly.

Si Zhe folded his hands in front of him, listened quietly, and couldn't help but quietly observe Nan Song.

Today she was dressed quite formally, with a light blue shirt and a pair of black trousers, simple and fashionable. Her half-long hair was tied into a low ponytail, with a rose-shaped hairpin pinned to her temples, exuding a calm and sophisticated look.

feel.

She was completely different from the gentle and elegant elder sister who was on campus that day, and she was also completely different from the majestic and strict Grand Master who was wearing a white chef's uniform in the kitchen just now.

Wearing different clothes on different occasions will give you different temperaments. This is how one person has thousands of faces.

"Okay, that's probably all these things, let's get started."

The manager nodded slightly and left.

Nan Song's mouth went dry as he spoke, and he raised his hand to get the tea cup. The young man standing behind him seemed to have realized what he was doing, and said hurriedly: "The tea has cooled down. I'll pour you another cup."

Si Zhe made another cup of tea for Nan Song. Nan Song took a few sips, moistened his throat, and raised his eyes to look at him.

"It's so late, why aren't you getting off work?"

Si Zhe pursed his lips and looked at Nan Song intently with a pair of clear eyes, "Master asked me to come up to serve you and said that meeting you is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I must seize it and not miss it."

The young man was simple in mind and sincere in his words. Nan Song smiled faintly and waved his hand, "Don't stand there stupidly. I look up at you and see how tired you are. Sit down."

"Okay." The young man sat down calmly.

Nan Song raised the teapot to make him a cup. Si Zhe quickly stood up and said, "Uncle Grand Master, I'll do it."
Chapter completed!