A terminally ill max-level rich woman transmigrated into a book, becoming the pitiful fake heiress female supporting character.
Zhi Yun originally wanted to seriously experience an ordinary l...
I saw this comment from a regular visitor to her Weibo.
Zhiyun clicked to reply to the other party: "Ruoruo has been very popular in the entertainment industry for the past few years. He really worked hard. Otherwise, all the rumors would have killed him. His popularity is a period of his time. The old era is gone, and a new era will come."
After replying to this message, Zhiyun looked up and saw Si Yiruo browsing on her phone.
But she didn't stop it.
When Si Yiru saw the Sage's Weibo post, she looked at it quietly, stunned.
After a while, he asked, "Boss, since you're praising me so much, aren't you afraid that if I lose all my money, I'll lose everything?"
In fact, most of the time, when Si Yiru is alone and quiet, he will think about this question.
The boss spent so much money on him, if it all went to waste, I can't imagine...
The phone went dark, and Zhiyun stood up. "Practice hard and prepare for the next recording."
Seeing Zhiyun about to leave, Si Yiruo stood up and walked forward, "When will you come next time?"
"I'll come when I'm free, but I'm not sure when. Don't always read the comments about you online. You've probably seen my comments just now. Be strong, otherwise those rumors will kill you."
Looking directly into her eyes, Si Yiruo replied, "Okay."
He thought of something: "Um, Yanzhi, do you know?"
"Yanzhi?"
"Yes," Si Yiruo nodded, "In the second episode, Yan Zhi will be a judge on the show."
Zhiyun searched for Yan Zhi in her mind and found that he was a triple-Award winner in film, television and music, and a very famous person in the Chinese-speaking circle.
Si Yiruo recalled that day when she suddenly saw senior Yan Zhi backstage at the show. She even greeted him and said she was there to discuss the contract and record the next episode: "I met Yan Zhi backstage in advance that day. He took the initiative to tell me that he was your friend."
Zhiyun: “…”
I don't remember this friend.
Zhiyun thought about it and said, "Okay, I understand."
Then he left the studio, and Wei Lai followed closely.
After coming out, Zhiyun immediately asked Wei Lai: "Do I know Yanzhi?"
Wei Lai was stunned by the question, "I don't know either."
Zhiyun couldn't remember. She didn't know Yan Zhi at all in her original memory. Forget it. Besides, he was not an important person. She wouldn't think about him anymore.
"I'm going to have dinner with him in the afternoon. Give me the key and I'll drive to pick him up." The "he" that Zhiyun was referring to was undoubtedly Han Qingrang.
Wei said, "Boss, let me drive. I've already finished all the other things I have on hand."
Zhiyun didn't think much about it. Not driving was exactly what she wanted. "Okay."
While making a phone call, Wei Lai picked up someone and got him into his car.
A man.
The man had a gentle appearance. He wore a white shirt and nine-point black trousers. His hair was soft and black, his skin was very white, and he had light makeup on his face to enhance his complexion and temperament.
Anyway, it looks good.
Ji Chen opened the car door and got in. His seat was right next to Zhiyun.
Zhiyun had just dialed Han Qingrang's number when the car suddenly stopped. Suddenly, she saw a man get in the car and asked suspiciously, "Who are you?"
He said: "My name is Ji Chen, but I can go shopping with you, and eat with you, and I will take good care of you."
Zhiyun: “…”
Even the sound is nice.
Zhiyun frowned, not knowing what was going on. But when she realized the call had been connected, she immediately put the phone to her ear and asked, "Are you off work?"
"Who was talking just now?" the man on the other end of the phone asked calmly.
Zhiyun explained: "It was a passerby who was talking. I just came out of the Chamber of Commerce."
But the next second after she finished speaking, Ji Chen suddenly came over and said, "Zhizhi, shall we go eat first?"
It was too late for Zhiyun to cover the receiver, and she could only utter, "Shut up!!"