"It's not that troublesome for artists to go out, right?" Jiang Yiyu sat up, frowned, crossed his arms, and looked angry.
Wen Jing said, "As long as you are willing not to hide your wife, and as long as you don't find it troublesome, I won't ask you to do anything."
Song Shengsheng said: "Then I won't hide it. I just hope he can be happy."
Wen Jing smiled and said, "You hope he is happy, but can your brother be happy?"
Song Shengsheng shut her mouth. She hadn't yet adapted to the fact that Jiang Yiyu's agent and Song Ming were in the same family.
Wen Jing picked up the cup and took a sip of water. After a moment of silence, she asked Jiang Yiyu, "Have you read through the script this time? You'll have to join the crew for a reading in two months. Don't stumble and make the director angry. Also, haven't you been controlling your diet recently? Your face has gotten bigger. You still need to exercise..."
Jiang Yiyu curled his lips. He glanced at his phone and muttered irritably, "Why haven't Song Ming and his parents come back yet? If they don't come back, I'm going to be nagged to death."
He turned his head to look at Song Shengsheng, who obviously had no intention of interfering in the affairs between him and Wen Jing, and tugged at her sleeve: "Dear, can you please take care of her? I'm on vacation now and don't want to listen to her nagging."
Song Shengsheng sighed, saying that she was helpless: "She is my sister-in-law, how can I control her?"
Wen Jing smiled triumphantly. She took the opportunity when Jiang Yiyu had to obey and blurted out all the instructions she had accumulated for several months, as well as the work arrangements and priorities for this year that she and the team had discussed in the meeting.
Jiang Yiyu was overwhelmed by what he heard, but Song Shengsheng remembered every word, so Wen Jing's goal was naturally achieved.
When Song Ming came back with Song Qing and Wang Jing, Jiang Yiyu seemed to have seen a savior. He went forward to take the things from Wang Jing and Song Qing's hands, and asked Wang Jing sweetly if she was tired and if it was cold outside. After putting down the things, he hurriedly poured hot water for Wang Jing and Song Qing before Wen Jing.
Wang Jing looked at him and smiled kindly, "Our Yi Yu is a good person. Unlike that certain person, I raised him for almost thirty years, and in the end, he couldn't even pour me a glass of water."
Song Ming raised his eyebrows, sat down next to Song Shengsheng, and whispered, "What's wrong with your Jiang Yiyu again? Why is he showing off when he has nothing to do?"
Song Shengsheng glanced at Wen Jing: "What else can he do? He was almost driven crazy by your wife's nagging when you were not around."
Song Ming smiled and said, "It's true that there's always someone who can conquer you. It seems I really made the right choice in marrying a wife."
"You're still talking about it. I'm afraid of your wife too."
Song Ming smiled more and more proudly.
Jiang Yiyu glanced at him, and while massaging Wang Jing's shoulders, he said, "Mom, why does grandma pass on gifts to her daughter-in-law but not to her grandson-in-law?"
Wang Jing laughed when she heard it. She and Song Qing exchanged a glance. Song Qing looked at Jiang Yiyu and shook his head with a smile: "I wonder what this kid has been planning for all this time. It turns out he's been thinking that Wen Jing has a family heirloom and he doesn't."
Jiang Yiyu smiled embarrassedly: "Not really, I just think it's not good to favor one over the other."
Wang Jing took his hand and patted it: "Good boy, didn't we give you the best treasure in our family a long time ago?"
"What?"
"Shengsheng is our most precious treasure. Everything in the Song family will definitely be given to her..."
Before Wang Jing could finish her words, she was interrupted by Song Ming. He pointed at himself in disbelief and asked in an exaggerated tone, "What about me? Who am I?"
Song Qing said, "Who are you? You work for your sister."
"I work for her?" Song Mingteng stood up and pointed at Song Shengsheng: "Damn! It turns out that I have been busy for most of my life just to help her prepare wedding clothes! I quit, I will retire right now."
Jiang Yiyu winked at him and said, "Don't worry, brother. The Song family will give me Shengsheng, and then I will give the Jiang family to you. You can manage it however you want."
"Am I sick? Jiang Yiyu, do you really think I'm a sucker? I wouldn't even want your mess for free!"
Wen Jing also tugged at his clothes and said with a smile, "Why are you so anxious? He is still my artist and cash cow. We are a family now. Doesn't he still have to make money for us?"
Jiang Yiyu was speechless, and after a long while, he managed to utter a particularly weak sentence: "I am the boss of the studio, and the studio is also called Jiang Yiyu Studio! I am not anyone's cash cow, I am the financial sponsor myself."
Song Shengsheng sighed helplessly. She said to Wang Jing, "Mom, I finally understand. This family is full of conspicuous bags."
Wang Jing smiled from ear to ear: "That's what they say, if we're not from the same family, we shouldn't live together. How wonderful it is to be happy."
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In the afternoon, Wang Jing and Song Qing went to visit Wen Jing's parents with Song Ming and Wen Jing. Song Shengsheng and Jiang Yiyu did not go with them.
Jiang Yiyu selectively ignored Wen Jing's advice to him not to run around before leaving. He put on a hat and a mask and pulled Song Shengsheng out of the house.
Apart from anything else, the New Year in Jiangcheng is indeed more festive than that in Beijing. They walked aimlessly hand in hand on the street, quietly watching the passing cars and listening to the lively New Year songs played in the roadside shops.
After walking for who knows how long, Song Shengsheng pulled him to a retro-decorated clothing store and stopped. It was rare that the store was not closed on New Year's Day. She looked at the smoky gray wool scarf wrapped around the model's neck in the glass window and asked Jiang Yiyu, "Do you like it?"
Jiang Yiyu smiled and said, "I don't think it's as pretty as the red scarf you knitted for me."
"A red scarf doesn't look good. Wait a minute, I'll go in and buy you this scarf."
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