Madam, the entire entertainment industry is looking forward to your divorce

Chapter 279 Warmth
There were too many things to do today, so I worked overtime a little late, and it was already eight o'clock when I got home.

Shen Xiuran was sitting on the sofa waiting for her.

Seeing her coming back, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her cheek habitually: "Why did you come back so late?"

Song An nestled in his arms with peace of mind, found the most comfortable position, and whispered: "I'm a bit busy today."

All this time, she never revealed her whereabouts to Shen Xiuran.

Shen Xiuran never asked.

Both give each other the fullest confidence.

Shen Xiuran played with her hair, and asked with concern: "Is the Song family all right? Does anyone need my help?"

Song Anhao shook his head: "No, I called my brother, and my brother said he has a way to deal with it, so you don't have to worry."

Huatian Entertainment's collective job-hopping incident was raging, and she had expected that Shen Xiuran would definitely know about it.

However, she already has a countermeasure, as long as he is aware of it.

Shen Xiuran nodded, and asked again: "Have you had dinner yet?"

As soon as the words were finished, Song Anhao's stomach groaned cooperatively.

Song Anhao: "..."

Shen Xiuran couldn't help laughing, tapped her nose lightly, and said in a low voice, "Go up and take a shower, and I'll ask the kitchen to prepare something for you."

"it is good!"

Song Anhao nodded, jumped out of Shen Xiuran's arms, stretched her waist, and walked upstairs slowly.

Highly tense day today.

She is indeed very tired.

After going upstairs, I put a bathtub full of water for myself, and then turned on the massage mode.

Take a hot bath and massage.

Well, it's really comfortable.

Song Anhao soaked in the bathtub for half an hour, and after coming out, he felt a lot more relaxed.

She walked out of the bathroom while wiping her wet hair.

Unexpectedly, Shen Xiuran was already sitting on the sofa, saw her come out, and smiled at her: "Come out, I've brought you the food, hurry up and eat!"

Looking at the meals neatly placed on the coffee table, Song Anhao was instantly hungry, swallowed sharply, threw away the towel she was wiping her hair in, ran over and began to eat big mouthfuls.

Shen Xiuran glanced at her speechlessly, picked up the towel on the floor and put it back in the bathroom, then took out the hair dryer from the drawer, walked behind the sofa, and carefully dried her hair.

In order not to affect her meal, you can set the wind speed to the minimum and blow her hair behind her head.

While eating, Song Anhao asked, "Uncle, have you contacted Xue Wanqing since you came back?"

Shen Xiuran asked back, "Why do you want to contact me?"

Song Anhao: "..."

How heartless.

However, she loves it!

Haha!

The air was quiet for a few seconds.

Only the sound of the hair dryer 'booming' can be heard.

After a while, Shen Xiuran asked casually: "Tomorrow, the third brother will treat you, do you have time?"

Song Anhao asked: "Tomorrow? What time?"

"06:30 p.m."

"06:30!" Song Anhao thought seriously for a while.

The press conference will be at ten o'clock tomorrow morning.

If it goes well, I should be able to finish the work at 06:30 in the evening, so I nodded and agreed: "Okay! I have time in the evening. After he sets the time, you send me the address, and I will go directly."

With a smile on his face, Shen Xiuran readily agreed: "Okay!"

Song Anhao and Shen Xiuran chatted casually: "It's so nice, why is Jian Sling treating guests?"

"Celebrate Shen Yirou's going abroad."

Song Anhao paused while eating, then tilted his head to look at Shen Xiuran: "Does he hate Shen Yirou so much?"

Although Shen Yirou is indeed annoying.

However, Jian Sling did it too obviously!

This question seems to be Shen Xiuran. He looked at Song An in a daze for a while, his thin lips opened and closed, and seemed to want to answer, but he didn't know how to answer. After rolling his throat for a while, he looked away and continued to blow Song Anhao's hair. .

(End of this chapter)