The corners of Ye Ranran's mouth twitched, who is this "sister-in-law" called?

Stiffly turned his head to look at Song Ze, who had a miserable face, his eyes gradually became subtle, and his expression was slightly disgusted.

Is this still the new generation of "God of Songs" Song Ze who has countless fans on the TV screen?

"Sister-in-law, you really can't call my agent. Otherwise, he will kill me. ”

Song Ze stared at Ye Dye pitifully, and then said cautiously. Bent his arm and bumped into Feng Lingchen, who was sitting next to him, wanting him to help him speak, but he didn't get the slightest response.

I cursed in my heart, this guy with the opposite sex and inhumanity!

Ye Ran frowned, and his gaze fell on his mobile phone, "You give me back your phone first." ”

He spoke in a low voice.

Song shook his head violently, with a look of refusal.

Seeing him like this, Ye Ranran suddenly wanted to sigh, why didn't she find out that Song Ze was so two?

"The fact that you were investigated for drunk driving is now probably posted on Weibo by a good deed. Do you think your agent will not know? ”

He spoke calmly, his eyes drooping slightly.

She has heard of Song Ze's agent, a well-known "iron fist" in the entertainment industry, as long as the artists under her make a mistake, they will be scolded mercilessly.

But it is precisely because of this that as long as it is his fancy, there is no one who is not popular. The eyes are sharp and stunning.

The expression on Song Zeyan's face froze when he heard this, and he obviously thought of this. gradually showed a desperate expression, and then slowly returned Ye Ran's mobile phone.

"I advise you to call your agent now to report it to avoid further adverse effects."

After Ye Ran took his mobile phone, he stood up directly, ready to go upstairs, but before he could take two steps, he stopped again, and his eyes fell on Feng Lingchen on the side, "You will take him back to your own villa later, I don't care what your private life is, but if it has a bad impact on Xiaobei." Don't come again. ”

His tone was slightly cold, and after dropping these words, he went upstairs.

I left two big men, sitting on the couch and you look at me and I look at you.

"Did she misunderstand something?"

After a long while, Song tentatively spoke.

Feng Lingchen glared at him fiercely with a dark face, then got up and went upstairs, quickly following the pace of Ye Dye in front of him.

Seeing that the door was about to be closed, he jumped over in three steps and two steps, stuck the small gap, and then squeezed in.

"Me and Song are not the kind of relationship you think."

Eagerly explained.

Look at the man who suddenly appeared in front of him. Ye Ran didn't react for a while, so he stared at the person in front of him in a daze.

"Song Ze is actually my hair small..."

Feng Lingchen frowned, pulled Ye Ranran's slender wrist, then sat down on the sofa next to him, and explained in a low voice.

It turned out that this Song is the youngest son of the Song family in H City, who has liked singing since he was a child, and after returning to China from studying abroad, he directly entered the entertainment industry. And concealed his identity background.

In fact, Feng Lingchen, Jiang Chen and others are all good buddies who grew up together.

After listening to this large number of things, Ye Ran was a little confused, blinked his eyes, and looked at the man beside him.

"Why are you telling me this?"

Such a sentence came out of nowhere. There was a faint doubt in his eyes.

The things I just said are already a secret in a wealthy family, right? Is it really appropriate to tell her that this "outsider" is inappropriate?

The look on Feng Lingchen's face paused, he took a deep look at the woman in front of him, and then lowered his eyes, and at the same time covered the violent emotions rolling under his eyes.

He didn't say the reason, but said, "You can treat Song Ze as your own person in the future, and you don't need to be too polite." ”

Dropping these words, without waiting for Ye Ran to ask anything more, he turned around and left the room. Gently closed the door.

He didn't forget that there was also a fallen asleep Ye Xiaobei.

Ye Ran stared at the door for a long time before slowly retracting her gaze, and what kept coming to mind was the things that Feng Lingchen had just told her.

The hand hanging at his side unconsciously clenched into a fist.

There were some things she didn't want to delve into. Maybe this will save you a lot of trouble, right?

sighed silently, left all those messy thoughts behind, and then walked into the bathroom to take a beautiful bath, sleepiness gradually hit, and climbed out of the bathtub with difficulty, and fell asleep directly on the bed with Ye Xiaobei.

Besides, Feng Lingchen, who had left Ye Ranran's room, saw Song Ze leaning against the white wall at a glance, frowned, and swept it with warning. Then he turned around and walked towards his room, Song Ze hooked the corners of his lips and followed closely.

"What the hell is going on with you?"

As soon as the door was closed, Feng Lingchen scolded without any scruples. sat down on the sofa not far away, and his sharp eyes were fixed on Song Ze, who was standing not far away.

He doesn't believe in the bad excuse of investigating drunk driving, and even if it's true, is it necessary for him to get out of the way?

The expression on Song Ze's face remained unchanged, with a calm and calm appearance, he sat down on the sofa opposite Feng Lingchen, whether it was compared with the handsome and compelling image on the screen, or compared with the stupid second criminal in front of Ye Ranran, it was completely different, and the temperament of the whole body was difficult to associate with the same person.

"Oh, I can't help it. My mom was going to catch me on a blind date, so I had to make this decision. ”

Song Ze pulled the corners of his lips and spread his hands, looking a little helpless.

Feng Lingchen glanced at him lightly, then stopped saying anything, and was silent for a while before speaking, "I don't care, you handle this matter yourself." ”

Hearing this, Song Ze sighed as if he was looking, and then nodded, "You can rest assured that this will definitely not affect Ye Dye." But then again..."

There was a pause in his tone, revealing an inexplicable smile, and then he leaned over awkwardly, "Do you know about you and Ye Ranran, Grandma Feng?" ”

As soon as the words fell, Song Ze received a cold look with warning, "Take care of your own business." ”

Feng Lingchen's voice was low, and he did not hide the threat between his words.

Song raised his hand in surrender.

Early the next morning, when Ye Ran Ran woke up, he met Ye Xiaobei's big round eyes like grapes.

"Mommy! Good morning! ”

A soft smile appeared on the fleshy face, and then a wet kiss fell on Ye Dyed's face.

raised his hand and hugged Ye Xiaobei, and the mother and son rolled together. Ye Ran kissed his forehead, "Good morning, Xiaobei." ”

He bent his eyebrows and smiled, revealing an extremely bright smile.

After cleaning himself up, one big and one small went downstairs, and then at a glance they saw Feng Lingchen and Song Ze sitting on the sofa.

"Daddy!"

Ye Xiaobei's eyes lit up, and then he ran over quickly and threw himself into the man's arms, with a happy smile on his face.

"Becky."

Feng Lingchen's cold and hard expression softened in a blink of an eye, and he hugged the ball in front of him into his arms.

Ye Ran couldn't help but smile, didn't pay attention to them, and walked straight towards the kitchen.

Half an hour later, four steaming breakfasts were ready. During this period of time, Ye Xiaobei also established a deep "friendship" with Song.

"Uncle Song, Mommy's breakfast is really delicious!"

The soft and glutinous little dumplings made a milky voice.

Ye Ran smiled helplessly, but didn't say anything. Who knew that Song Ze's guy, after tasting a bite, suddenly raised his head to look at her, his eyes were bright and scary, "Sister-in-law!" Your cooking skills are so good! It seems that my eldest brother will be blessed in the future! ”

As soon as the words fell, the atmosphere at the table became a little strange.

Feng Lingchen bowed his head and was silent, as if he hadn't heard anything.

Ye Ranran's hand moved, frowned quietly, and looked up at Song Ze, who was sitting opposite, "Don't call it indiscriminately." ”

The tone is not very good.

Song blinked, his gaze scanned back and forth between the two opposites, and after a long while, he nodded. Then he said no more, so as not to touch the moldy head of the leaf dye.

After breakfast was over, Feng Lingchen and Song Ze wanted to go back to the company together, so they sent Ye Xiaobei to school by the way.

"Xiaobei, you must listen to the teacher at school."

Ye Ran helped him pack his schoolbag, handed it to Feng Lingchen on the side, and watched the black Maybach disappear from sight, before turning around and entering the house.

As soon as the mess on the table was cleaned up, the doorbell rang. Wiped the water stains on his hands, then walked over and opened the door.

Standing at the door was Qianqian.

The two had already discussed it last night, and they would come to the house today to talk about work.

"Have you finished your breakfast?"

let people in, and went into the kitchen to pour a glass of honey water for Qianqian, and then asked with concern.

"You're the only one at home now?"

She was not polite, picked up the sweet honey water, drank it all, and showed an expression of great enjoyment.

As soon as the cup in my hand was placed, I went straight to the topic.

"Well, Becky went to school."

Ye Ran nodded, raised her hand and poured herself a cup of tea, white water vapor wafting up, gradually blurring her face. There was a faint smell of tea floating in the air.

"That's okay, after I went back last night, someone from the resources department sent me several scripts and variety shows, saying that you should choose a few in them."

As she said this, Qianqian took out several folders directly from her bag, placed them on the table, and pushed them in front of her.

"Look at it."

He raised his chin in motion.

Generally speaking, artists have to rely on their own agents to fight for their resources. And what is directly given in this kind of company is aimed at those who want to be praised.

It seems that what Jiang Chen said yesterday was not mixed with water.