Chapter 13

After two days, the temperature rose.

When the weather gets hot, Song Zhiyi doesn't want to move unless it's necessary. After she didn't have to punch in at the crew, she stayed at home for two days in a row.

On the top floor of the Song family villa, there is a glass greenhouse covering an area of ​​about 60 square meters. A specially hired horticulturist comes to take care of the flowers and plants every other day. Therefore, although the owner not only knows nothing about planting but is also good at making trouble, the flowers in the greenhouse still grow well.

As soon as Song Zhiyi pushed the door open, a fresh and pleasant faint fragrance lingered around her nose. She walked past the exotic plants that were competing for beauty and walked straight towards the flower stand covered with vines.

Among them, her favorite is the ordinary clematis.

Just give it a little nutrition, and it will be able to climb densely all over the racks, with orange-red flowers blooming freely and proudly. Standing under it, just looking at the red flowers and green leaves, I feel endless joy.

This is also a great place to rest.

The fresh air system in the greenhouse that had been turned on in advance had taken away the thick and sticky fragrance, and the central air conditioning brought in waves of coolness, and the temperature was just right. Song Zhiyi walked to the reclining chair under the flower stand and sat down, taking care of his work leisurely.

Obviously, this place is only suitable for rest.

After just looking at the stock information for a while, she felt so sleepy that her eyelids were almost glued together.

After holding on for a while, she squinted her eyes, turned the page, closed her eyes and lay back, intending to follow her biological instinct.

"Sister! Guess what I saw!" Song Zhiyu opened the door and rushed in screaming. His eyes turned behind the flower stand and he unexpectedly met a pair of dark eyes filled with gloom.

Song Zhiyu was a careless person. When he saw that his sister's computer was turned on, he thought someone had provoked her. He immediately came over with his phone in his hand, making a face and smiling mysteriously, "Look, this is the circle of friends Ji Shiyun posted."

Song Zhiyi looked at him for two seconds, and the thought of eating, sleeping, and beating her brother flashed through her mind, but finally she lowered her eyes to look at her phone.

She still remembered Ji Shiyun, the loser who had her eggs replaced during in vitro fertilization. To be honest, if it weren't for the existence of this character profile booklet that she couldn't tell anyone about, she really wanted to call the police.

【Ji Shiyun-Extreme Entertainment: Looking back, the boat has passed through thousands of mountains, I hope the rest of my life will be smooth. 】

The accompanying picture was a selfie with the word "Gratitude" written in orange Q-version text. Song Zhiyi enlarged the picture and saw herself among the staff serving as a background in the corner.

After exiting the picture and refreshing it again, within a short while, there were several more comments from friends, congratulating me.

Unable to understand, Song Zhiyi handed the phone back and looked at him with a puzzled look.

"She broke up with that scumbag!" Song Zhiyu said excitedly. Seeing that she was still confused, he gestured with his hands to explain, "It's Li Mu who cheated many times. Didn't you tell me that the child Sister Ji is carrying is not hers?"

Song Zhiyi nodded, her groggy mind cleared up, and she asked curiously, "But why did you break up so soon?"

I haven't had time to act yet. According to the development of the character card, it will take at least ten years for Ji Shiyun to see Li Mu's true face and divorce him... Moreover, "Did they complete the divorce procedure so quickly?"

They were both celebrities, so even if they both decided to divorce, two days wouldn't be enough time to divide their property, right? Besides, apart from that sudden slap in the face in the first two days, they were very sweet and affectionate most of the time, and it didn't seem like they were getting divorced.

Song Zhiyi was a little confused for a moment, but Song Zhiyu looked at her with an even more confused expression after hearing this: "Who said they were divorced? They were not even married, so how can there be a divorce?"

Song Zhiyi uttered an "ah" in bewilderment, and seeing that his brother's expression did not seem fake, he murmured, "This is not right."

She took out the character card book and took a look, then fell into a long silence.

Song Zhiyu saw that she was looking at the magic notebook without saying anything. Although he couldn't see anything, he still poked his head over curiously.

After a long while, Song Zhiyi finally raised his head, slammed his notebook shut, and pushed his brother's hairy head aside, saying in a faint voice: "Li Mu is really..."

She paused again, as if searching for an adjective, and finally uttered two words slowly: "Brave!"

*

He is really brave, really stupid, and really bad.

After listening to Song Zhiyi's story about how Li Mu's mother made the rule that "if you don't give birth to a son, you can't enter our Li family", completely ignoring the fact that her son was a weakling; how she refused to get married but used the woman's money to hold the wedding in order to take advantage of Ji Shiyun's popularity; and even transferred Ji Shiyun's property as soon as the child was born, even someone as cold as Song Zhiyu couldn't help but click on the reply and type passionately, trying to comfort her.

But the two of them were not that familiar with each other, so he finally deleted all the words in the input box and just followed the crowd and sent a "Congratulations".

Song Zhiyi said quietly at the side: "Fortunately, the Li family is stupid."

Otherwise, if the marriage was certified, even if Ji Shiyun could successfully leave, she would still be in trouble.

Song Zhiyu nodded repeatedly and was about to say something cursing when he heard his cell phone ding twice. He clicked on the message, scratched his head, and tapped it a few times with one hand.

Song Zhiyi glanced over and saw that he didn't seem to be replying to the message, so she asked casually, "What's wrong?"

"I don't know," Song Zhiyu scratched her messy brown hair again, pushed Liu Liu's WeChat to the other side, and explained, "Sister Ji introduced me to a variety show resource. Strange, shouldn't it be her busiest time now?"

“…”

Song Zhiyi didn't get a good nap after all. She yawned continuously while sitting in the back seat, her eyes misty with a layer of watery.

After getting off the car, they went straight to Liu Liu's office on the 17th floor of Huaxing Entertainment.

Although he is about to leave, the company has not yet arranged a new agent for Song Zhiyu. However, if Song Zhiyu insists on not renewing the contract, I am afraid there will be no new agent.

Liu Liu had been waiting inside after receiving the news. There were three cups of black tea on the round table in the office, with a faint hot steam. Song Zhiyi took small sips of the tea with one hand, trying to refresh himself.

Liu Liu glanced at her inconspicuously and asked Song Zhiyu, "It wasn't made clear in the WeChat message. What's going on? Isn't Ji Shiyun busy getting a divorce? Why is she introducing you to resources?"

As he said this, he glanced up and down at the artist he brought with him. To be honest, she was indeed pretty and well-proportioned. Although she was a little younger than Ji Shiyun, what if someone else liked a little puppy? Thinking of this, Liu Liu couldn't help but frown and reveal an expression that was difficult to look at.

Song Zhiyu didn't think much of it at first, but as soon as she saw his expression, she knew he was thinking the wrong thing, and said unhappily, "I have nothing to do with Sister Ji, it's just that her friend has a variety show that's short of people, and I meet the requirements, so she asked me if I would go."

“…”

Song Zhiyi was not very interested in her brother's job. No matter where he worked, she would have to follow him and keep an eye on him for the next ten months. It was the same everywhere.

Therefore, after listening to Liu Liu's words, she simply took out her mobile phone from her bag, opened Weibo and typed the three words "Ji Shiyun" in the search box.

A row of related words popped up, and the first one was followed by the word "hot".

#Ji Shiyun Li Mu

Clicking on the entry, the top Weibo post was published forty minutes ago. Looking at the time, it was almost as if Ji Shiyun had just posted it on WeChat Moments, and it was then posted on Weibo by the marketing account.

There weren't many comments, and most of them were controlled comments from fans of both sides. Song Zhiyi didn't have the patience to look through them, so she clicked on reverse order. Sure enough, the comments suddenly cleared up, and then a comment from a netizen with a jellyfish avatar caught her attention:

[Glowing Giant Jellyfish: jsy responded! Good job on tearing it, tear it more loudly/Sunglasses]

Responded?

Song Zhiyi raised his eyebrows and refreshed the entry again. Sure enough, a response from the person involved popped up immediately. The text was densely packed. A rough scan showed that there were probably about two thousand words.

The accompanying pictures are also full, most of which are records of Li Mu's ambiguous chats with others.

Although the notes and avatars on the left side of the picture are hidden, it is not difficult to tell from the text style that the protagonist is more than one person. In addition, the chat record includes the timeline, the Eighteen Palaces, and the Hammer of the God Gregory, which hammered Li Mu into a pulp.

After the person concerned responded, the number of netizens who wanted to watch the show suddenly increased, and the entry was quickly occupied by people who were just having fun. Li Mumai's navy was also drowned in the wave and had no power to resist.

Song Zhiyi scanned the square for a while, and after confirming that Ji Shiyun was currently standing on top of public opinion, she turned off her phone and looked hesitantly at the bag on the empty chair next to her.

Is it her illusion? I always feel that since I got this personal profile booklet, the probability of people around me being ooc seems to have increased.