The second floor of Yuan Jiawei was full of rooms, and she didn't know which room Zhao Xiaoli lived in, but when she walked up to the second floor, she happened to see the door of the corridor next to her left hand slightly open, and a familiar figure inside was imprinted in her eyes.

That Zhao Xiaoli had her back to her, holding the telephone in her hand, and was venting her emotions with someone she didn't know.

"That Song Yan is really cheap, Mom, didn't you say that you can use the Xiao family's hatred of Song Yan to create public opinion and force Song Yan, a cheap woman, to death, why did it end in the end, Song Yan's dead girl is alive and well, you didn't look at her today, she actually took Lei Lei away in front of Wei Ting."

The person on the other end of the phone didn't know what to say, Zhao Xiaoli said angrily: "I can't wait that long, Mom, I hate to see Song Yan, every time I see her, I will think of the stain in Shangjia Village, she is a humiliation in my life." ”

"People from the Wen family, what does this have to do with the Wen family, the Wen family is her mother's mother, how is this possible, that is going to take Wen Huihui's position."

"I don't care, I don't care what means you use, anyway, it's best not to let her appear in front of me."

Zhao Xiaoli slammed the telephone on the bed.

Song Yan suddenly took a few steps back, turned around, and left quickly.

He touched the recorder in his pocket, and a grim smile curled up at the corner of his lips.

Zhao Xiaoli, you are really not calm.

She came out of the back door of Yuan Jiawei and went straight to the Dream Studio.

Ye Jue is right, those turmoil at school are related to Feng Gong's mother and daughter.

She walked into Ann's office and fiddled with a few poses in front of the camera.

When An Lehe saw Song Yan coming, he quickly stopped his gesture and said with a smile: "Song Yan, you are finally willing to come to see your sister." ”

She raised her hand, touched her explosive head, and walked towards Song Yan with a smile.

Song Yan smiled lightly, took out a box of pumpkin pie from her bag, and when An Lehe walked over, she handed her the box of cakes: "This is for my sister." ”

"Give it to me, every time I come, I bring delicious food to eat, my cooking skills are getting better and better, no wonder I have become the big boss of a store, and I can't give up my sister's store." An Lehe opened the pumpkin pie given by Song Yan, took a bite and ate it, with a smile on his face, and said with a smile.

Song Yan smiled lightly, put her hand on An Lehe's shoulder and said, "Sister He, don't make fun of me, what's the big boss, no matter how big it is, can it be bigger than you." ”

An Lehe suddenly approached Song Yan and asked softly, "Just tell my sister directly, what is the matter with you coming today?" ”

"Sure enough, I can't hide anything from my sister." Song Yan took her hand and walked to the sofa.

The two men sat down.

Song Yan told An Lehe what happened during this time, and An Lehe was very angry after hearing it.

She held Song Yan's little hand and asked, "Xiao Yanyan, what's the use of my sister, you just say it." ”

"Sister Lehe does this business, I know a lot of friends, I want you to help me find a reporter and follow Zhao Xiaoli all day long." Song Yan said with a serious face.

An Lehe nodded immediately: "You're really right, I do this business, I know a lot of friends in this area, I went to study in Beatzhou before, and I met a reporter who entered the industry, and he is still struggling to find any big news, and he has not been able to get promoted, okay, my sister will help you do it, and it doesn't cost a penny." ”