"Interviewing Susu, right? Let's get started."
Jiang Zhi, who already had a candidate in mind, decided to take matters into his own hands after seeing the girl's appearance.
Xiang Fengyu covered his mouth and said something to Jiang Zhi.
"She looks like there's someone up there."
Xiang Fengyu didn’t say anything specific.
Jiang Zhi understood immediately and said doubtfully, "No one greeted me in advance."
Shrugging to Wind Whisperer.
The person who was about to start the performance was heartbroken when he caught a glimpse of Xiang Fengyu whispering to the director.
He must be snitching on the director! ! !
The girl's name is Zhizhi, and she only has a stage name.
Due to the influence of Xiang Fengyu, her acting skills were not very good at first, but as she got better and better, she turned out to be quite good.
Jiang Zhi's eyes lit up.
He whispered to Xiang Fengyu: "Do you think she is suitable to play Ma Jiaojiao?"
Ma Jiaojiao is the third female lead of Muyu, an arrogant young lady who likes the male protagonist and is later influenced by the female protagonist and almost becomes a monk.
Xiang Fengyu patted him on the shoulder: "Heroes see the same thing."
"Since you said her identity and background are unusual, it would be easier to explain to her a role like this."
Jiang Zhi subconsciously believed Xiang Fengyu's judgment.
After all, these sisters are very evil.
At this moment, Zhizhi, who was panicking, still didn't know what kind of trouble her lies told out of vanity would cause in the future.
...
After seeing each other for a whole day, Xiang Fengyu's whole head was numb.
Climbing into the car, Xiang Fengyu slumped on the seat.
"Yueyue, don't come with me next time. I can't bear it even for a healthy person. What will you do with your broken body?"
Xiang Fengyu, who passed away due to a serious illness, can empathize with Yan Xingyue, who is in poor health.
Look at her frowning and wilting look.
Yan Xingyue pinched her cheek flesh.
"It's not time to rest yet."
Xiang Fengyu:?
"Someone looking for you."
Yan Xingyue looked out the window.
There was a well-dressed woman sitting on a bench in the park opposite, with a leather bag on her lap, looking over here from time to time.
Xiang Fengyu glanced along his line of sight.
"I don't know him."
Yan Xingyue cast a meaningful look.
"Don't you know Mei Qingqing, who raised the three Xiang Dongchen brothers?"
Xiang Fengyu's heart skipped a beat.
"Ah... Aunt Mei, the distance is a bit far, so I can't see her face clearly."
Xiang Fengyu, who quickly retrieved the relevant characters from the original owner's memory, scratched his head and smiled.
Yan Xingyue nodded generously: "Yes, I know."
These words are very unpleasant.
"Why did she come to me in this cold weather?"
The original owner's memory of this Aunt Mei was quite unfamiliar.
The Xiang family is very large, and Xiang Fengyu is not popular with others. Every time Aunt Mei sees her, she will think of the deceased young lady. In order not to irritate her, the two rarely meet.
The original owner could not see her face clearly in his memory.
So I'm really not familiar with it.
But she just heard Yan Xingyue say "Mei Qingqing" and subconsciously said that she didn't recognize her because she couldn't see her face clearly.
But in fact...even if the other person is right in front of Xiang Fengyu, it's normal that she can't recognize him.
Glancing at the person playing with the butterfly knife with lowered eyes, Xiang Fengyu's throat suddenly felt dry.
[Xiaoyingyangzi...are you testing me? 】
If it was a test, the secret would have been exposed just now.
"Aren't you going to see her?"
Feeling her gaze, Yan Xingyue turned her head and looked over with a natural expression, her dark eyes filled with a familiar calm emotion to Xiang Fengyu.
No murderous intent.
"good."
After thinking for a while, he nodded to Feng Yu.
"Since Yueyue said so."
Yan Xingyue naturally didn't sympathize with her because she was sitting in Neng'er waiting for someone at such an old age and in the cold weather.
He must have a reason for saying that.
"With the amulet in hand, there is nothing to be afraid of."
Xiang Fengyu touched the black rope tied to his right wrist.
It was pulled from the waistband of Yan Xingyue's trousers.
The client's long eyelashes trembled, and then he silently looked away.
Pretend you didn't see anything.
"Well……?"
As soon as Xiang Fengyu opened the car door, he was pulled back by Yan Xingyue.
She kept one foot out and looked back in confusion.
Yan Xingyue raised her slender chin in a concise and concise manner: "Coat."
Only then did Xiang Fengyu realize that he was only wearing a crew-neck sweatshirt.
"Know it."
She smiled at Yan Xingyue and reached over to get her coat from the back seat.
What he was holding was Yan Xingyue’s long windbreaker.
“It smells so good, it smells like Yueyue (º﹃º )”
Then he put it on himself.
He muttered in a low voice: "I smell like Yueyue now, and I also smell better. I smell so good. I smell so good. If you can't do it, you must hold it back. You can't bite yourself. Yueyue will treat you as a pervert. You must hold it back." Xiang Fengyu... don't drool."
Yan Xingyue is used to it.
Really used to it.
The world of Xiang Fengyu is a huge math homework with no idea what to do.
Wearing a long windbreaker that reached his ankles, Xiang Fengyu walked toward the park opposite.
The moment she appeared, the woman who was looking around suddenly focused on her.
Xiang Fengyu sighed.
He really came to find himself.
If something unexpected happens to this aunt, Xiang Dongchen will have to rely on him.
"Aunt Mei."
Xiang Fengyu stood in front of her and called softly.
Mei Qingqing is considered a relatively good person in the Xiang family to the original owner.
I can't even see him face to face, so he certainly hasn't done anything bad to the original owner, so it's pretty good.
"You still remember me."
Aunt Mei thought she couldn't recognize her at all, so she was a little surprised when she saw her calling her name accurately.
Xiang Fengyu nodded, not knowing what to say.
Mei Qingqing looked at her face, and the more she looked at her, the more frightened she felt.
Are there really such coincidences in the world?
The enemy's child looks like a lady?
"You have grown up and are...different from before."
Aunt Mei sat back and motioned for her to sit down.
Seeing a glimpse of the long coat she was wearing that clearly belonged to a man, she felt a little mixed.
It's the person Lan Lan doesn't want to marry.
She still remembered how Lanlan cried all day long when she heard that her fiancé was a sick man whose business had gone bankrupt and was living in an abandoned old house.
At that time, it was Xiang Dongchen who proposed to replace Xiang Fengyu.
At that time, the Yan family only said they wanted Xiang's daughter, but did not specify who it was.
Xiang Fengyu, who was still in school, was thus determined to be a substitute bride.
Mei Qingqing, on the other hand, only felt sorry for Xiang Shilan. Although she stood aside silently, she also acquiesced in this decision.
"This is your birth certificate. When the servant was cleaning the room, he found that you didn't take it with you."
Mei Qingqing handed over a document bag.
"There are also some awards and certificates you got when you were in school. I stuffed them all in."
Something inconsequential.
Xiang Fengyu took it, still looking puzzled.
Just make a special trip to deliver these?
According to Xiang Jia's style, shouldn't he just throw it away?
She looked at Aunt Mei suspiciously.
"Oh...thank you, sorry for the trouble."
Aunt Mei nodded coldly, caught a glimpse of something in her eyes, and suddenly stretched out her hand to scratch Xiang Fengyu.
A few strands of hair were caught in her hands.
Xiang Fengyu said thank you again.
"If nothing happens, I'll leave first."
Nodding at her, Xiang Fengyu stood up and walked towards the car on the opposite side.
The driver's window rolled down, revealing a pale but impeccable face. Xiang Fengyu finally smiled and waved in that direction.
Behind her, Aunt Mei held the hairs and carefully put them into a sealed bag.
Yan Xingyue, who had excellent eyesight, saw it but said nothing.
He just curled his lips sarcastically.
It seems that there are still smart people alive in the Xiang family.
