When a group of people walked away, Xi Chi, who had just finished watching a science fiction movie, walked out of the corner with his son in his arms, still with a cold temperament.

"Dad, how much money do you think we can get if we record what we just heard and give it to those gossiping reporters?" Xi Yisheng looked at the crowd in the distance and looked up in confusion and asked.

Xi Chi, who was thinking deeply, listened to his son's words, and rubbed the soft hair on the top of his son's hair: "Children should look like children, don't put words like money on your lips every day" Although it is a reproachful word, it is a gentle tone, and Xi Chi will only show his gentle side when facing his son.

Xi Yisheng lowered his head, pouted aggrievedly, and after a while, he raised his head again and said happily: "Dad, then let's watch "Flower Mist" next time, listen to what they say about Xiao Mu so godly, I also want to see what she looks like."

"What does watching "Flower Mist" have to do with wanting to watch Xiao Mu?" Xi Chi was puzzled.

"Xiao Mu is the heroine of "Flower Mist", Daddy!"

Xi Chi saw that he was obviously disliked by his son, and finally for the first time in his life, he had the idea of wanting to understand the entertainment industry, Xiao Mu, why is this name so familiar, and does it have anything to do with Xiao Muxi?

As soon as he returned to Huyuan and was free, Xi Chi sent a text message to his secretary: "On Monday, I want to see the details about Xiao Mu on my desk."

The secretary, who was dating his girlfriend, almost didn't roll off his girlfriend when he saw this strange sentence on his phone.

What's the situation, hasn't the boss always been uninterested in things in the entertainment industry, why did he suddenly ask him for Xiao Mu's information?

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"I'm sorry, Sister Xiao Mu, I didn't know that Jiachen would come to your press conference, if I knew, I would definitely take a good look at him, Sister Xiao Mu, Jiachen definitely didn't mean it, he... He just cares too much about me, can you let him go for my sake? ”

Xiao Mu looked at Muzi, who had been pleading for mercy since she entered the door, and felt very uncomfortable, but in just half a year, the girl in front of her was no longer the Muzi she knew.

"What's the matter with the injury on your forehead?"

"This ...... No, I accidentally bumped into it," Muzi explained with a stammer, covering the obvious bruise on his forehead with his hand.

Xiao Mu didn't break it down, looked at the wood in front of him seriously, and said cooperatively: "Remember to be careful in the future, if you are injured, you can call me and tell me, don't think that if you turn off your mobile phone, you can treat it as if nothing happened, and don't fight everything by yourself." ”

The last half of the sentence was actually obviously hinting, but Muzi was still pretending to be stupid, and followed the first half of Xiao Mu's sentence: "Yes, I will be careful in the future"

Xiao Mu looked away in disappointment, and his heart was not happy: "You know that it's good to pay attention, he is in the next room, you can go and take him back now."

"Really?! Thank you, Sister Xiao Mu! ”

Muzi obviously didn't expect Xiao Mu to let people go so easily, after all, the matter of orphans has always been a pimple in her heart, and she happily thanked her and went straight to the person next door, for fear that Xiao Mu would regret it in the next second.

Xiao Mu looked at the back of Muzi leaving happily, and suddenly felt that he was tired, very tired, very tired. The tiredness of the jet lag and the discomfort in her heart are intertwined, as if to crush her thin.

Beijing really doesn't match Xiao Mu's aura, just two days after she came back, she was almost about to lose her lovely Muzi, what else did she have? She has always been herself, and she has always been herself.

Is Muzi hers? No, she never had anyone.