The system didn’t understand what Xie Shizhu meant, but it didn’t understand many things, so this one wouldn’t be a big deal.
The filming of this low-budget movie will start at the end of the month, and in order to make money, Xie Shizhu naturally took over all the resources he had, which was the live broadcast that was forced to be suspended last time.
Xie Shizhu discussed the subsequent itinerary with Sister Zhang, bought some food, and went home.
When I heard that Xie Shizhu had accepted the variety show [Come to My House], I was very excited.
After all, there was a lot of buzz online about the personnel changes at Shengtai, and coupled with Xie Shizhu's relationship with Song Xiuyun, she was of course the center of attention. Many people worried that she would abandon Mr. Song just because he became a pauper.
Some netizens also gave Song Xiuyun advice, saying that since he had lost his position as president, he should make his debut.
With such good looks and looks, it would be a shame if she didn’t become a traffic star.
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Song Xiuyun had a rare moment of relaxation. The bed in the room was replaced with a new one. The two-meter-long bed took up most of the bedroom, which was somewhat out of place in an ordinary house.
He asked his special assistant to bring the computer over. The notebook was placed flat on his knees. Song Xiuyun stared at the documents with a deep look in his eyes.
Suddenly, footsteps were heard outside the door. Song Xiuyun closed the notebook and put it aside casually.
After Xie Shizhu came in, he saw Song Xiujun sitting on the sofa with his long legs slightly stretched out. It seemed that the coffee table and the sofa could hardly accommodate his legs.
"Yes," Xie Shizhu handed the bag in his hand to Song Xiuyun, staring down at him and said, "You can't live here for nothing. Go and cook."
Song Xiujun took the food from her hand, looked down at it, and found some vegetables and meat. He hesitated for a moment and said, "I don't know how to cook."
Upon hearing this, Xie Shizhu became angry. She pouted and glared at Song Xiuyun, saying, "You can't do it, and I can't do it either. So, let's just stare at each other and wait for the wind to blow."
Song Xiuyun stood up. He was a head taller than Xie Shizhu. He stroked Xie Shizhu's hair and said as if in compromise, "Well, I'll try."
She pushed Song Xiujun's hand away and pointed to the kitchen: "Go quickly, don't make me wait too long."
Song Xiujun lowered his head and stared at the woman who looked like a cat with its fur exploded, and the corners of his lips curled slightly, "Hmm."
Then, when he was about to walk to the kitchen, Xie Shizhu shouted from behind him: "Wait, don't forget this."
After saying that, Xie Shizhu took out a pink apron from another bag and handed it to Song Xiuyun.
Song Xiujun lowered his head to look at the pink apron in her hand with some floral patterns on it. His eyelids couldn't help but twitch.
Xie Shizhu pouted, "Don't want to?"
Song Xiujun said helplessly: "No."
After hearing what he said, Xie Shizhu laughed, took the initiative to put her arms around his waist, tied the apron around his waist, and tied the rope into a bow.
Then, he raised his hand and patted Song Xiuyun's butt, pinched it twice, and then smiled with satisfaction.
Song Xiujun: "..."
The system took a deep breath: [Host, you are playing with fire! ]
Xie Shizhu smiled from ear to ear, "Opportunities like this don't come often, we have to seize them."
Song Xiuyun was urged by her to go to the kitchen. Looking at the man's tall back, Xie Shizhu raised his eyebrows.
Two hours later, the doorbell rang. Xie Shizhu put down the fruit in his hand and went to open the door.
The special assistant was holding a document and when he saw Xie Shizhu, he quickly hid it behind him.
"Why are you here again?"
The special assistant smiled awkwardly: "Shengtai's affairs have not been dealt with yet. I will come again and I will not come again in the future."
Just as he finished speaking, Song Xiujun came out of the kitchen, holding a plate of food in his hand, and passed directly in front of the special assistant.
The special assistant was stunned to see the man who had once dominated the business world, now wearing casual clothes and a pink apron with floral patterns. He then couldn't help coughing several times as he choked on his saliva.
Song Xiujun's cold gaze swept towards the special assistant, who was frightened and stopped immediately.
Xie Shizhu glanced back at Song Xiuyun, then turned to the special assistant, "Since we're here, why not have a meal before leaving?"
The special assistant quickly shook his head, "No."
"Don't be polite," Xie Shizhu let him in and quickly closed the door. "This meal is your farewell dinner with him."
The special assistant bravely went to the dining table. After he sat down, Song Xiuyun had already placed several dishes on the table. He glanced at the special assistant out of the corner of his eye, and the other party felt very uncomfortable.
Help! How could he dare to eat the food cooked by Mr. Song?
Xie Shizhu placed his chopsticks in front of his special assistant and said to Song Xiujun, who had just sat down, "Give him a bowl of rice."
When the special assistant heard this, he immediately stood up and said in a panic, "I can do it myself."
Song Xiujun stood up and pushed him back into the chair. He looked down at the sweat on the special assistant's forehead and said with a half-smile, "A guest is welcome."
The special assistant could feel the pain in his shoulder. He almost cried. He could only stare at his toes and nodded awkwardly: "Thank you."
Song Xiuyun let go of his hand, turned around and went to the kitchen, and then placed a bowl of rice in front of the special assistant.
The special assistant picked up the chopsticks, said nothing, and buried his head in the rice in the bowl, just wanting to finish eating quickly and leave.
While tasting Song Xiuyun's cooking, Xie Shizhu reminded his special assistant not to just eat the rice but to eat more vegetables.
The special assistant smiled wryly and said "OK", then quickly finished his meal, put the documents on the chair, and ran away from here using work as an excuse.
Xie Shizhu looked at the special assistant's back and said puzzledly: "How can asking him to eat a meal be as painful as visiting a grave?"
Song Xiujun pulled out a piece of paper, wiped the corner of her mouth, and said softly, "Don't worry about him."
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