After the divorce, the ex-wife kept losing her vest

Chapter 131 Being so cute by a child
None of the famous female artists in the entertainment industry are absolutely pure in mind.

Without snack machines and the ability to protect yourself, you cannot survive.

Shu Ying had already had a backup plan, but after all, it was that kind of thing, and she was worried, because once such news got out, her stardom would basically be ruined.

Cheng Xian said calmly: "Give me the video and I will handle it."

Shu Ying hesitated, "Cheng Lu, if you hand over the video, there will be no way back for me. Are you sure the appointment can be resolved?"

"As long as you don't lie to me, this contract can be terminated."

Cheng Xian spoke with determination, put away the video sent by Shu Ying, and said to Nan Song before leaving: "There's still half a jar of wine left, put it in for me."

Nan Song asked someone to put it on and said, "My fourth brother is not a good drinker. Brother Cheng, please watch him."

"I can't stand it."

Cheng Xian took a puff of his cigarette, raised his lips and said with a smile: "The best I can do is let him finish his drink and stay at home, instead of jumping around on the operating table. I can't afford to pay for the loss of life."

Carrying the wine and packing a few more dishes, Cheng Xian walked away gracefully.

Shu Ying and the priest were obviously relieved.

Although the process of negotiating the case was a bit difficult, as long as Cheng Lu made a promise, the case would definitely be completed. They just had to wait for the good news.

……

Shu Ying and the priest's assistant picked them up, but Nan Song didn't go out to see them off for fear of being photographed again and causing unnecessary trouble.

She stayed to check the accounts for this quarter with the manager. After a while, a little guy cautiously poked his head in. Nan Song raised his eyes and said with some humor: "He's gone, come in."

Si Zhe walked in with a teapot, still wearing a chef's uniform, with a smile on his face, "Uncle Taishi, would you like to try the oolong tea you just brewed?"

"Yeah." Nan Song responded lightly and continued to settle accounts with the manager.

Si Zhe served the tea and waited aside, listening to Nan Song say to the manager: "You have to make money, but the quality of the food must also improve. The ingredients must be carefully monitored, and there must be no stale ingredients, let alone fake ones." Please pay attention to hygiene, how messy is the kitchen?"

Her voice was light but her attitude was strict. The manager responded with sweat on his forehead.

Si Zhe folded his hands in front of him, listened quietly, and couldn't help but observe Nan Song quietly.

Today she was dressed quite formally, with a light blue shirt and a pair of black trousers, simple and fashionable. Her half-long hair was tied into a low ponytail, with a rose-shaped hairpin pinned to her temples, exuding a calm and sophisticated look. feel.

She is completely different from the gentle and elegant elder sister who was on campus that day, and she is also different from the majestic and strict uncle Taishi who was wearing a white chef's uniform in the kitchen just now.

Wearing different clothes on different occasions will have different temperaments. This is how one person has thousands of faces.

"Okay, that's probably all these things, let's get started."

The manager nodded slightly and left.

Nan Song's mouth went dry as he spoke, and he raised his hand to get the tea cup. The young man standing behind him seemed to have realized what he was doing, and said hurriedly: "The tea has cooled down. I'll pour you another cup."

Si Zhe made another cup of tea for Nan Song. Nan Song took a few sips, moistened his throat, and raised his eyes to look at him.

"It's so late, why aren't you getting off work?"

Si Zhe pursed his lips and looked at Nan Song with a pair of clear eyes, "Master asked me to come up and serve you. He said that meeting you is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I must seize it and not miss it."

The young man was simple-minded and sincere in his words. Nan Song smiled faintly and waved his hand, "Don't stand there stupidly. I look up at you and see how tired you are. Sit down."

"Okay." The young man sat down calmly.

Nan Song raised the teapot to make him a cup. Si Zhe quickly stood up and said, "Uncle Grand Master, I'll do it."

"Don't call me Grand Master Uncle. For those who don't know, you might think I'm seventy or eighty years old, so you should call me sister." Nan Song looked at him busy and said lightly.

Si Zhe's eyes flashed, and he felt a little secretly happy, but he said obediently: "I don't dare, I'm afraid master will hurt me if he hears it..." Nan Song asked him, "Who is senior, your master or me?"

"Of course it's you."

"That's okay, he won't cut you as long as I'm covering you." Nan Song took another sip of tea.

The young man smiled and said, "Then I'm relieved, sister!"

This "sister" was called so crisply that people couldn't help but feel soft after hearing it.

Nansong has many brothers, but there are two younger sisters, but there is no younger brother. Suddenly there is a little guy calling "sister" one after another, which feels quite good.

"Sister, what is your relationship with my brother?"

Si Zhe sat aside and diligently made tea for her and asked curiously.

Nan Song said calmly: "Your brother will soon sign a contract with me and become an artist in my company."

"Oh, I see."

Si Zhe frowned, "I think my brother was not in a good mood a few days ago. He seemed to have encountered some troubles, but he has been in a much better mood recently. It seems that it must be because of my sister."

He stretched his eyebrows again and showed a big smile to Nan Song.

"Then we two brothers will be entrusted to you from now on."

When Nan Song heard this, he almost choked on his tea. Why did this sound so awkward?

"Sister, are you okay?" Si Zhe quickly pulled out some tissues and wiped Nan Song's mouth. Nan Song took the tissues from his hand and said unnaturally: "I'll do it myself..."

Are all the children nowadays so good at talking? They are as enthusiastic as a fire, which makes people unable to resist.

Si Zhe got off work and waved goodbye to Nan Song.

Nan Song raised her eyes and looked at him, "Why are you going back?"

"I'll just take the subway."

Nan Song frowned, "It's so late and there's no subway. Come on, I'll give you a ride."

"Don't bother me anymore, sister..."

"Stop talking nonsense, get in the car!"

"Hey."

Si Zhe sat in Nan Song's car, his posture was dignified and well-behaved, like a primary school student, and he didn't talk much. Whenever Nan Song asked him, he would just answer.

"How could you, a basketball player, think of coming to learn cooking from a chef?"

Si Zhe said: "I have loved cooking since I was a child. My childhood dream was to be a chef. Later, I grew too tall and played basketball well, so I was recruited by the school team. My brother said that it would be good to be an athlete. , I will be able to bring honor to the country if I join the national team in the future.”

"Then what is your dream? To be a cook or to be a basketball player?"

Nan Song felt like he was the mentor of his dreams at this moment, and he didn't know how careless he was.

Si Zhe looked at her with bright deer eyes, without any hesitation, and said boldly, "My dream is to become a professional basketball player who can cook!"

Only children make choices. They want both.

Suddenly being so cute, Nan Song couldn't help but laugh and nodded in approval.

A professional basketball player who can cook...how cool.

(End of this chapter)