Song Yi has never been a boss or capitalist in his previous life, and he has always been a worker.

Therefore, his pattern has always been not big, and it is not big, and there is no vision and thought of a superior person at all.

He's only good at entertaining.

This is why he didn't think about entering his own company to eat and wait for death in the first place.

Because he really doesn't understand this kind of industrial management like his family.

Especially today, after listening to what Song Yunfei said to himself casually, he was even more shocked.

He feels that he still has a long way to go in the workplace and social experience.

Not the experience of being a part-time worker, but something that you should have as a capitalist.

It just so happens that the entertainment industry is a good place for him to exercise, study, and do what he likes by the way, chasing his unfulfilled dreams before.

This is the benefit of the rich second generation, no matter how you toss, there will always be a way out behind you, so that even after failure, you can have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of your life.

After eating a meal, Song Yunfei did not move, as steady as Mount Tai.

He looked at Song Yi.

Song Yi looked at him and said speechlessly: "Didn't you say okay, you went to wash the dishes?" How do you play Laipi? ”

"I just taught you something you can't buy with money."

Song Yunfei asked rhetorically, "Aren't you going to repay me?" ”

"......" Song Yi.

After looking at each other, Song Yi could only get up, clean up the things on the table, and then walk towards the kitchen.

Seeing this, Song Yunfei smiled proudly, and then came to the living room leisurely and drank tea.

Seeing this, Zhou Xiuwen didn't go to help his son.

She came to the living room, peeled the fruit, and smiled at her husband: "You, you will bully him." ”

"Why, I'm for his good."

Song Yunfei retorted seriously: "A man who can wash dishes is the most attractive." ”

"Then why don't you wash it?"

"I've got you, past the age when you need charm."

Song Yunfei saw that the apple in his wife's hand was almost finished, and he was about to reach out to pick it up, but he was slapped down by Zhou Xiuwen and said, "If you want to eat, peel it yourself, I cut it for my son." ”

"......" Song Yi.

Zhou Xiuwen asked: "Just now, you told him about investment?" ”

"Well, give him an analysis."

Song Yunfei paused and said, "Your son has the ability and brains, but he almost practiced. ”

"It's not like it's your son."

"Now I suddenly feel a little grateful to you for forcing him to go on a blind date, because of the blind date, he was allowed to go out to work, and he will be what he is now."

Song Yunfei said with a smile: "While he is young, let him break into the entertainment industry and gain some experience, which is also very good." ”

"Who didn't support him in the first place?"

Zhou Xiuwen said proudly: "Now you know how good my son is?" ”

"Hey."

Song Yunfei looked at the chessboard on the table and sighed: "Your son is hiding deeply, I really didn't see it before." ”

The two chatted, and Song Yi finally finished washing the dishes.

The first thing he said when he came to the living room was: "Mom, I don't think I can rob my aunt of her job and make her unemployed, so she will wash this bowl in the future." ”

"I think you have a point." Song Yunfei hurriedly agreed on the side.

Otherwise, this bowl will either be washed by his son, or he will wash it.

Zhou Xiuwen scolded with a smile: "You said that the two of you can eat with me at home how many times a week?" I don't want to wash the dishes! ”

As she spoke, she handed the peeled apple to Song Yi.

Song Yi was not polite, he came over directly and took a bite, and said, "It's so sweet!" ”

"It's delicious, after you finish eating, Mom will cut another one."

Song Yunfei was jealous on the side and said, "Wife, you're wrong, I don't have any yet." ”

"You eat my peeled apples at home, and you don't eat much?"

Zhou Xiuwen said: "Do you have to rob your son today?" ”

"......" Song Yunfei.

Song Yi looked at the two people who were bickering and felt that this scene was very warm.

He said, "Mom and Dad, you should rest early, and I will go back first." ”

"Okay, be careful on the road."

Zhou Xiuwen advised: "When it's okay, remember to take the initiative to call Wanqing, do you know?" ”

"Okay, I got it."

......

When he returned to his home, Song Yi took a shower, lay on the bed, played Weibo with his mobile phone, and browsed the recent news in the entertainment industry.

Now that you have entered this industry, you naturally have to pay attention to it every day and pay attention to the trends in the circle.

Suddenly, he was attracted by a hot search news.

The most beautiful waltz appeared in Yanjing Square, which is suspected to be "The Concubine in the Golden Branch." 】

Song Yi clicked in curiously.

Then I saw a video, which was the scene of Tang Wanqing dancing in the square wearing a mask that night.

Even though it's the second time I've seen it on video, I still think it's beautiful.

The comments below are also all praise, praise and praise, and a group of shameless men who shouted "This is my wife".

So, he also shouted below, "My wife dances so beautifully!" ”

However, as soon as he finished commenting, after a while, a Weibo account of "Peach" replied to him below.

Peach: @九亿少女的梦, heh, you have the ability to shout in person, what kind of ability is shouting here. 】

Song Yi looked at this inexplicable account, a little unclear.

So many people are shouting "wife" here, don't you go to scold? Just scold me?

Song Yi clicked on the other party's Weibo account and looked at it together.

Only then did she find out that a week ago, she actually participated in the discussion of "Screenwriter's Gate", and asked everyone, why didn't she suspect that Tang Wanqing was the protagonist of the incident.

Good guy, this turned out to be Tang Wanqing's black fan.

Anyway, he is not a celebrity, and this number has not been certified, except for Tang Wanqing who knows, no one knows, and Song Yi, who is idle and bored, plans to match her.

He hates this kind of person who is submissive in reality, but hits the Internet!

The Dream of 900 Million Girls: @水蜜桃, how do you know that I don't have the ability to shout in person? 】

Peach: @九亿少女的梦, oh? Are you sure? I happen to know each other and want me to bring someone to you, do you call one to your face? I guess you'll just have to live a good time here. 】

The corners of Song Yi's mouth twitched, and he bragged about it.

Do you just know Tang Wanqing? I believe in your demons.

Bragging on the Internet, who wouldn't? So will I.

The dream of 900 million girls: @水蜜桃, it's not me who blows, you go and find her, if I shout it to my face, people will immediately throw themselves into their arms, do you believe it or not? 】

The line between the two soon attracted the onlookers of passers-by, who followed one after another, eating melons and coaxing at the same time.

Peach: @九亿少女的梦, you wait, I'll find it for you, don't bark, you're a dog. 】

Song Yi looked at his phone and sneered, it's strange that you can find it!

Just when he thought that the other party was instigated, suddenly a familiar account atted him in this video message area.

Tang Wanqing V: @九亿少女的梦, I heard that you are looking for me, do you have something to say to me? 】

Song Yi: "??? ”

Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?