Song Qingchun stared at the ceiling and thought quietly for a long time, before taking off the mask on his face, went to the bathroom to wash his face, took his mobile phone, and began to make calls.

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When Su Zhinian was taking a bath, he heard Song Qingchun's WeChat conversation, but he only put it halfway and then cut it off.

He dried his hair, lay down on the bed, and was just about to turn off the light, when he heard a small sound from the next bedroom, as if he was pressing the phone number, and then there was a "doodoo" sound, which rang for a while before it was answered, and a slightly alienated female voice came from inside: "Hey? ”

"Sister Jiang, it's me, youth." Song Qingchun first reported his name softly, and then said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I called you so late, it didn't affect you, right?" ”

"No ......" The female voice on the phone hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Is there anything wrong with you?" ”

"That's the case, those artists you brought with you, have you had any news lately......

"Miss Song, I'm really sorry, I have something to do here now, it's not very convenient, I'll call you later." Then the call was hung up mercilessly.

Su Zhinian, who heard the conversation on Song Qingchun's phone clearly, frowned.

She's ...... Do you want hot news that you can report on the phone?

Before the thoughts in Su Zhinian's mind were settled, he heard Song Qingchun dial another phone call.

"Director Zhang, I'm Song Qingchun, has your new film been filmed recently? Do you have ......?"

"Hey, who are you? I don't have a very good signal here...... "The phone was hung up again......

……

Song Qingchun made several phone calls one after another, either no one answered, or he was hung up like the previous two, and even when the last person hung up the phone, he muttered softly: "The Song family is nothing now, and they still come to me for news?" ”

After hanging up the phone, Song Qingchun's bedroom was completely quiet, and after a long time, Song Qingchun's faint voice came out: "What's the big deal, the connections accumulated in the past two years have been snatched away by Tang Nuan, and do you care that she has the upper hand in the news headlines this time?" It doesn't matter, isn't it just to be ridiculed by her again, Song Qingchun is nothing without the Song family! ”

Although she was comforting herself, Su Zhinian could clearly hear her loss from her words.

Her connections in the past two years have been robbed by Tang Nuan?

Su Zhinian's ears surfaced when he heard Tang Nuan's words when he was taking a bath.

"It's not a very breaking news, it's just news that has something to do with the summer."

"Youth, what about you? What's your news? ”

Su Zhinian faintly understood, Tang Nuan didn't forget to humiliate Song Qingchun after falling into the well?

Su Zhinian's eyebrows drooped slightly, and a cold aura spread from his body, and the next second he suddenly lifted the quilt, got out of bed, walked to the closet, and took out a mobile phone from the drawer.

Su Zhinian turned on the phone, clicked on the address book, there was only one phone number in it, he tapped it, and then wrote a text message and sent it.

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In the past, those people were willing to sell her affection, all for Song Cheng's sake, but now that Song Cheng is dead, the Song family has fallen again, and everyone is warm and cold, and everyone can't avoid her.