His Wife Calls The Shots

The agent knew that she was satisfied, and smiled: "He is a super fan of you. I heard that he is going to team up with you. He has already arrived near the first recording location a few days in advance. Meeting ceremony."

Zhang Xuela: "When will you join the group?"

"The day after tomorrow, so tomorrow you will take a good rest and try to get in in the best condition."

"By the way, do you want to add Can's WeChat? I have his contact information here."

Zhang Xuela glanced at her: "Should I take the initiative to add him?"

The agent understood in seconds: "Okay, I get it!"

Zhang Xuela closed her eyes: "I want to rest. Don't bother me until I get there."

After an hour, the car stopped.

The agent woke up Zhang Xuela in a low voice.

"Shera, I'm at your house, go back and rest soon. I have worked hard today."

Zhang Xuela slowly opened her eyes and looked forward subconsciously.

In front of the door of a villa, a person was walking out of it.

Her eyes sank, she picked up her bag and got out of the car.

After the car left, she went forward.

Step by step, slow but not slow, domineering.

Finally, she stopped.

Eyelids were drooping, and his indifferent eyes slowly turned into sarcasm.

"Last time I didn't answer the phone, this time I waited for my dad to get better, but you came to the door automatically. I know what you are thinking about."

The person in front of him raised his head and glanced at her, his expression calm, even colder than her, without saying a word, he walked forward.

Zhang Xuela moved her steps to block her: "Wei Wu."

She smiled with sarcasm: "Your surname is Wei, not Zhang. This does not belong to you. You'd better never come again."

Wei Wu slowly raised her head, her dark eyes were like a deep well that could eat people. She smiled without saying a word, exuding a cold air all over her body.

Zhang Xuela felt a chill in her back inexplicably, she pressed her lips tightly, and took a step back.

"Sure enough, it's a monster." She sneered coldly, turned and left.

At 11:30 in the evening, Qian Miao and the two left the restaurant.

Because I drank alcohol, I asked the black chicken to pick it up.

Lu Wanyu drank a lot and vomited a lot. At this time, he was unconscious and went to sleep when he got in the car.

"Boss, I bought it for you." Heiji handed her the anti-alcohol medicine.

Qian Miao raised his hand to refuse, and then said, "Drive, slow down."

Seeing her eyes were wrong, the black chicken asked in a low voice, "Is someone following us?"

Qianmiao's eyelids closed, and he nodded.

The black chicken hummed, immediately started the car and crawled slowly.

Qianmiao's fingers were against his forehead, his elbows against the car window, and his eyes were staring at the rearview mirror outside the car.

Just three seconds after the car started moving, a green taxi came slowly towards this side.

Obviously their speed is very slow, the speed can be surpassed by bicycles, but the taxi has been keeping a certain distance from their car, and there is no intention to catch up.

Qianmiao settled down on the thoughts in his mind, turned away from his eyes, and said to the black chicken, "Throw it away."

The black chicken got orders, and the car rushed out suddenly and flexibly shuttled in the traffic.

Change lanes frequently and quickly, and inexperienced people can't catch up.

Black chicken: "Boss, who is this? Follow you."

Qian Mian didn't say that he was a fan according to Lu Wanyu's statement, but said: "Not sure yet."

"Then do you want to catch me and ask?"

Qianmiao took a pillow and squinted his eyes: "It's not time yet, let's watch the changes first."

Because she had drunk, she didn't return to Feng's house and asked the black chicken to drive back to Chengnan Jiangjing.