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The familiar sky outside the car window was gray and gloomy, without a trace of life; As far as the eye can see, it is all snow, snow that has been dried by the wind, dry, without moist luminosity, and it looks like there is no life. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Xianglin Town soon appeared in front of her, and Song Wanpei once wanted to buy a villa in the Nanhu Forest Villa Community at the eastern end of Xianglin Town, but now she feels that this place is particularly disgusting.

Song Wanpei's white wrist supported her chin, her eyes looked out of the window distractedly, Song Zuyu sent his Mercedes-Benz to pick her up, she didn't feel the slightest honor, when the car turned into the cement road of Xianglin Town, Song Wanpei grabbed the upper cover on the seat, and asked the driver to stop the car in front: "There is a little way left, I'll just walk over......"

"It's very cold, let's take the car......" The agent who had been silent suddenly said a word, wanting to stop Song Wanpei from getting out of the car, seeing her apricot eyes showing anger, the agent turned his face to look out the window and said, "Mr. Song ordered this, if you really don't want to, tearing up the contract with the company is to eat like another company......

Song Wanpei sat in her seat dejectedly, when she first debuted, she didn't understand anything, and signed a long-term contract with the company for fifteen years; When she saw the sinister nature of the human heart, she realized that the fifteen-year contract was simply a wedge of selling herself. Don't look at her star journey in the past two years, her fame has increased greatly, and the contract remuneration given by advertisers and film contracts has reached new highs, but due to the existence of ten years of selling wedges, most of the income has flowed into the hands of the company, and her personal share is very limited, unless she sells herself, she can't afford to pay the compensation for tearing up the brokerage contract.

This is probably the longest part of the next drive, and the driver also deliberately slowed down the speed, even if Song Wanpei still has a trace of luck, her heart can't help but be as cold as a frozen lake, so cold that people can't help but tremble slightly.

The car drove into the villa garden, even if the manor-style villa park was covered with a thick layer of snow, it could still see the luxury inside, and when it came to the villa near the shore of the South Lake, Song Wanpei got out of the car with her coat, and then the door was pulled from the inside, and the car drove away slowly, Song Wanpei knew that she would wait for her to really walk in, and the driver would drive the car away.

Should have had such an awareness a long time ago, Song Wanpei took a deep breath of cold air, only to feel that her stomach was cold, so she still walked up and rang the doorbell, and quickly opened the iron door painted walnut gray and black from the inside. A young man in a dark blue cotton coat showed his face from inside, glanced at Song Wanpei, and said, "Miss Song, come here, Mr. Zhang is waiting for you in the living room......"

Song Wanpei subconsciously wanted to step back, at the end of the exquisitely decorated courtyard, there was a transparent glass door, and Zhang Ke was standing behind the glass door staring at this side on the phone. I don't know who he is calling, but Song Wanpei knows that she has no way back, so she can get away with the hope that the woman said that last night was not just to comfort her.

Seeing Zhang Ke beckoning to herself behind the glass door, Song Wanpei had the idea of escaping from the wilderness in her heart, but forced herself to move forward.

"I thought Miss Song would come over later," Zhang Ke clipped the phone to his neck, reaching out to help Song Wanpei pick up the coat, and then he seemed to be talking to someone else on the phone, "Well, that's right, she arrived earlier than I expected......"

Song Wanpei almost couldn't control her seizures: Could it be that she was very cheap in his eyes, and she couldn't wait to send it to the door? Still handed the smoky gray tweed jacket to Zhang Ke and hung it on the frame of the entrance, only then did he notice that the young man who opened the door for her just now did not follow in, and through the glass door, he could be seen from the right side of the steps to the side of the villa, knowing that there was also a ** bodyguard room or a worker's room in the villa, and there were only two people in the living room, she and Zhang Ke, but I was afraid that there was really no one else in the whole building.

"Then I'll hang up the phone first......" Zhang Ke ended the call, took the phone in his hand, and said with a smile to Song Wanpei, "I originally sent someone to pick up Miss Song, but I found out that I forgot to ask Miss Song's address in Beijing yesterday......" Please Song Wanpei go inside, I saw that she took off her trench coat, and she was still wearing a small purple jacket suit, and the open collar revealed a smoky gray velvet jacket, and she was wearing jeans that looked very sturdy, and she wanted to lift the hem of her blouse to probably see the sturdy belt tied around her waist.

Looking at Zhang Ke, Song Wanpei felt as uncomfortable as stabbing her heart, and she didn't have the mood to pretend to laugh at all, just looking forward to waking up from the nightmare quickly.

"Miss Song should be hungry, I didn't expect Miss Song to arrive so early, and it will take half an hour before I can have lunch, I hope Miss Song doesn't feel sluggish, do you want me to accompany Miss Song to visit first?" Zhang Ke asked.

Seeing Zhang Ke's gaze fall on the stairs upstairs, Song Wanpei hit a spirit, where did she dare to go upstairs with him? Squeezed out a smile like bitterness and said: "Yesterday I didn't know Taishan, I misunderstood Mr. Zhang, I hope Mr. Zhang has a lot, the French restaurant of the Foreign Capital Hotel in Xianglin Town has specially invited a chef from France, I hope Mr. Zhang can give me a chance to apologize......

"What a coincidence, the French chef of the Grand Capital Hotel has just invited me to prepare Chinese food, it seems that my intention to please Miss Song is really not in vain, this chef is still a blonde beauty. It is said that cooking skills have reached a certain level, and they are also very appreciative, Miss Song doesn't mind accompanying me to visit the performance of the French beautiful chef, right? Zhang Ke asked with a smile.

Song Wanpei wanted to escape from the living room alone with Zhang Ke, so she couldn't wait to pull her legs and walk towards the kitchen, turning a wall carved from sandalwood in cursive script, which was the most luxurious dining room, and the kitchen was at the other end of the dining room, where you could see a French blonde chef in a white chef's uniform preparing dishes with her head bowed slightly, and an assistant was modeling a small plate of mashed potatoes inside.

Song Wanpei didn't have the heart to appreciate the craftsmanship of a beautiful French chef, but she felt that having others present gave her a sense of security, so she pretended to be surprised and walked over, almost sticking to the French beauty chef. The French beauty chef was too attentive, and when Song Wanpei walked to her side, she was startled to see her, but asked Zhang Ke a word with a surprised expression.

Song Wanpei was stunned and didn't understand a word, thinking that she was speaking French, right? Seeing that the assistant in the chef's clothes was still bowing his head to shape the mashed potatoes, and he didn't seem to have the intention of raising his head to help translate, he thought to himself: I can't communicate with the beautiful French chef, how can I let her help me tide over the difficulties in front of me? Song Wanpei didn't expect Zhang Ke to say something to the French beauty chef that she didn't understand at all, she really didn't expect that this handy ball with a thousand knives could actually speak French, seeing them chatting happily there, 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, she was still looking forward to a savior, it was just a little girl who would be naïve!

"I told Karina that you admired her skill in French cooking, and I told a little lie that I had invited her to prepare this French meal at your request; also said that you are a very famous film and television star in China, and if you have the opportunity, you will also make a Chinese movie about her deeds of learning to cook and becoming a top chef of French cuisine at a young age. She was very happy about this, and said that she would ask you to take a photo with her after lunch, so that her French friends would know that she had made a big star friend in China......" Zhang Ke chatted with the French beauty chef and casually told Song Wanpei what they were talking about.

Song Wanpei looked at the French beauty chef looking at her with kindness in her eyes, she really couldn't bear to tell her the truth, the two didn't understand the language, and they couldn't tell her the truth......

"Okay, let's not disturb the chef's work, let's wait to taste the chef's craftsmanship," Zhang Ke stretched out his hand to invite Song Wanpei out of the slightly cramped kitchen, and before her fingers touched Song Wanpei's shoulder, she flashed forward as if she was about to prick a needle. At this time, a person walked in outside, Song Wanpei was startled and hid to the side, turned back with her elbow carelessly, realized that she had bumped into Zhang Ke, turned around and saw Zhang Ke holding her chest and smiling bitterly: "I know, Miss Song is not here to apologize, but to take revenge......"

Song Wanpei didn't think Zhang Ke's words were funny at all, but when he was about to open his mouth to make his shameless request here, he suddenly became panicked, only to see the person who walked in whispering a few words in Zhang Ke's ear, as if he was deaf, he couldn't hear what he was saying, and only saw a wicked smile on the corner of Zhang Ke's mouth.

"Okay, the guests are all here, and you can officially taste the craftsmanship of the French beautiful chef......" Zhang Ke said with a smile.

"Oh," Song Wanpei replied like a zombie, and almost at the same time woke up with a stirring spirit, "What, there are other guests?" ”

"I was going to have a separate banquet for Miss Song to apologize," Zhang Ke said with a smile, "It's just unfortunate that a friend just happened to come to Beijing, and I can't help but entertain it, Miss Song won't feel that my sincerity is insufficient, right?" ”

"......" Song Wanpei didn't know what to say at this time, leaning on the wood carving wall, just thinking about recovering some strength to be able to walk, and then she heard the sound of cars coming in from the outside, thinking that there were really other guests coming, she only then noticed that the many dishes prepared by the French and American chefs in the kitchen were not at all something that two people could destroy, she only felt that her body was soft and about to collapse down, and she had no strength at all, looking at the evil smile hanging on the corner of Zhang Ke's mouth, she suddenly hated it in her heart, she hated it before, and she hated it now, There may be a slight difference between these two hates.

"Miss Song should believe that I really didn't mean it yesterday, right?" Zhang Ke suddenly leaned into Song Wanpei's ear and whispered, and walked out, not forgetting to tell the staff, "Take Miss Song to the dressing room, maybe Miss Song needs to make up for the makeup ......"

Song Wanpei couldn't wait to disfigure herself when she went out, where would she clean herself up? Hearing Zhang Ke say this, he felt that the chest that hit him with his elbow yesterday was still faintly painful.