The familiar sky outside the window is gray and gloomy, without any vitality; Looking far away, there is snow. The snow dried by the wind is dry, without wet brightness, and looks lifeless.

    Xianglin town soon appeared in front of her. Song Wanpei once wanted to buy a villa in Nanhu forest villa community at the east end of Xianglin Town, but now she thinks it is particularly disgusting here.

    Song Wanpei held her chin on her white white wrist and looked out of the window. Song Zuyu sent his Mercedes Benz to pick her up. She didn''t feel the slightest honor. When the car turned into the cement corridor of Xianglin Town, song Wanpei grabbed the upper cover on the seat and asked the driver to stop the car in front: "there''s a little way left, I''ll walk over..."

    "It''s very cold, let''s take the bus..." the silent agent suddenly said to stop song Wanpei from getting off the bus. Seeing her apricot eyes show anger, the agent turned to look out of the window and said, "president Song told you so. If you really don''t want to, tear up the contract with the company, that is, let''s eat like another company..."

    Song Wanpei was sitting in her seat. When she first made her debut, she didn''t understand anything. She signed a long-term contract with the company for 15 years; When she saw the danger of people''s hearts, she knew that the 15-year contract was simply a paper selling wedge. In the past two years, she has a broad career and a great increase in fame. The contractual remuneration given by advertisers and film contractors has repeatedly reached new highs. However, due to the existence of a ten-year selling wedge, most of her income flows into the hands of the company. Her personal share is very limited. Unless she sells herself, she can''t afford to pay the compensation for tearing up the brokerage contract.

    This is probably the longest driving distance in the future. The driver also deliberately slowed down the speed. Even if song Wanpei still holds a glimmer of hope for mercy, her heart can''t help but be as cold as the frozen lake. It''s so cold that people can''t help shaking slightly.

    The car drove into the Villa Park. Even if the manor Villa Park of Nuo Da was covered with a thick layer of snow, you can still see the luxury inside. When you came to the villa near the Bank of South Lake, song Wanpei got out of the car with her coat, and then the door was pulled up from the inside. The car drove slowly away. Song Wanpei knew that the driver would drive away until she really walked in.

    Song Wanpei took a deep breath of the cold air and felt that her stomach was cold. She went up and rang the doorbell and soon opened the iron door painted walnut gray and black. A young man in a dark blue cotton coat showed his face from inside, looked at Song Wanpei and said, "Miss Song, Mr. Zhang is waiting for you in the living room..."

    Song Wanpei subconsciously wants to step back. There is a transparent glass door at the end of the beautifully decorated yard. Zhang Ke is standing behind the glass door, staring here and making a phone call. I don''t know who he''s calling, but song Wanpei knows there''s no way out. She can take the chance to hope that Unicom''s words last night are not just to comfort her.

    Seeing Zhang Ke waving to herself behind the glass door, song Wanpei had the idea of escaping from the wilderness, but forced herself to move forward.

    "I thought Miss Song would come later," Zhang Ke put his cell phone in his neck and reached out to help song Wanpei pick up his coat. Then he seemed to be talking to others on the phone, "well, yes, she arrived earlier than I expected..."

    Song Wanpei almost couldn''t help breaking out: is he cheap in his eyes and can''t wait to deliver it to the door? He still handed Zhang Ke the smoky gray woolen coat and hung it on the mirror frame in the porch. Then he noticed that the young man who just opened the door for her didn''t come in with him. Through the glass door, he could see him go around the side of the villa from the right side of the steps. He knew that there was also a * * bodyguard room or a worker''s room in the villa. She and Zhang Ke were alone in the living room, I''m afraid there''s really no one else in the whole building.

    "Then I''ll hang up first..." Zhang Ke finished the call, took the mobile phone in his hand and said with a smile to song Wanpei. "Originally, he sent someone to pick up Miss Song, but he found that he forgot to ask Miss Song''s address in Beijing yesterday..." ask song Wanpei to go inside and see her take off her woolen windbreaker and wear a soft purple jacket and suit inside, She was wearing jeans that looked very strong. She thought that by lifting the hem of her coat, she could see a strong belt tied around her waist.

    Looking at Zhang Ke, song Wanpei felt as uncomfortable as pricking her heart. She didn''t pretend to laugh at all. She just looked forward to waking up from the nightmare.

    "Miss Song should be hungry. I didn''t expect Miss Song to arrive so early. It will take more than half an hour to have lunch. I hope Miss Song won''t feel neglected. Do you want me to visit with Miss song first?" Zhang Ke asked.

    Looking at Zhang Ke''s eyes falling on the stairs upstairs, song Wanpei gave a thrill. How dare you go upstairs with him? He squeezed out a bitter smile and said, "yesterday I had a blind eye to Taishan and misunderstood Mr. Zhang. I hope Mr. Zhang has a large number of adults. The French restaurant of foreign capital hotel in Xianglin town specially invited a chef from France. I hope Mr. Zhang can give me a chance to apologize..."

    "What a coincidence. The French chef of Guodu hotel just invited me to prepare Chinese food. It seems that I didn''t waste my time trying to please Miss Song. The chef is still a blonde. They all say that her cooking has reached a certain level and is very appreciative. Miss Song doesn''t mind accompanying me to visit the performance of the French beauty chef?" Zhang Ke asked with a smile.

    Song Wanpei wanted to escape from the living room where she was alone with Zhang Ke. She couldn''t wait to turn her legs and walk towards the kitchen. Turning around a cursive sandalwood carved wall, it was a luxurious restaurant. The kitchen was on the other side of the restaurant. She could just see the French blonde Chef in white chef''s clothes slightly lowering her head to prepare dishes, There is also an assistant inside, modeling a small plate of paste similar to mashed potatoes.

    Song Wanpei didn''t want to appreciate the craftsmanship of a French beauty chef. She just felt more secure when someone else was present. She pretended to be surprised and almost had to stick with a French beauty chef. The French beauty chef was too attentive. When song Wanpei came to her, he was surprised to see her, but he asked Zhang Ke in surprise.

    Song Wan Pei Leng didn''t understand a word. She thought she was speaking French? Seeing that the assistant in the chef''s clothes was still looking down to make a shape for the mashed potatoes, he didn''t seem to look up to help translate. He thought to himself: if she can''t communicate with the French beauty chef, how can she help herself through the current difficulties? Song Wanpei didn''t expect Zhang Ke to say something to the French beauty chef that she didn''t understand at all. She really didn''t expect that the bastard with thousands of knives in his eyes could speak French. They talked happily there. Their eyes still looked at themselves from time to time. Song Wanpei just felt that he was looking forward to a savior when he walked into the villa, It''s just a little girl who has innocence!

    "I told kailina that you admired her skill in cooking French food, so I lied that I invited her to prepare this French Chinese meal at your request. I also said that you are a famous film, television and song star in China, and have the opportunity to make a Chinese film about her learning to cook and becoming a top chef in French food at a young age. She was very happy for this, He also said that he would ask you to take a group photo for her after lunch, so that her French friends could know that she had made a big star friend in China... "Zhang Ke talked with the French beauty chef and simply told song Wanpei what they were talking about.

    Song Wanpei looked at the French beauty chef. Her eyes were full of kindness. She really couldn''t bear to tell her the truth. They didn''t know the language and couldn''t tell her the truth

    "Well, we won''t disturb the chef''s work. Let''s wait to taste the chef''s craft," Zhang Ke reached out and invited song Wanpei out of the slightly narrow kitchen. Before her fingers touched song Wanpei''s shoulder, she flashed forward as if she was about to be pricked by a needle. At this time, when a man came into the outside, song Wanpei was startled and fiercely hid aside. She turned back with her elbow carelessly. She realized that she hit Zhang Ke. She turned and saw Zhang Ke smiling bitterly with her hand over her chest: "I know, Miss Song didn''t come to apologize, but to revenge..."

    Song Wanpei didn''t think Zhang Ke''s words were funny at all. Just when he was here, he was about to ask for his shameless request, and suddenly became frightened. She only saw the people who came in whispering a few words in Zhang Ke''s ear, as if they were deaf. She couldn''t hear what he was saying. She only saw a sinister smile on the corner of Zhang Ke''s mouth.

    "Well, the guests are all here. You can officially taste the skills of the French beauty chef..." Zhang Ke rubbed his hands and said with a smile.

    "Oh," song Wanpei answered like a zombie, and almost at the same time, she woke up with an exciting start, "what, are there other guests?"

    "I was going to have a separate dinner for Miss Song to apologize," Zhang Ke said with a smile. "It''s just a coincidence that a friend came to Beijing. I can''t help entertaining. Miss Song won''t feel that I''m not sincere enough?"

    "...." song Wanpei didn''t know what to say at this time. Leaning against the wood carving wall, she just wanted to recover some strength to walk. When she heard the sound of cars outside, she thought that there were other guests coming. At this time, she noticed that many dishes prepared by French and American chefs in the kitchen could not be destroyed by two people, I just felt that my body was soft and wanted to collapse. I didn''t have any strength. Looking at the evil smile hanging around Zhang Ke''s mouth, I suddenly hated to death. I hated before and now. There may be a slight difference between the two kinds of hatred.

    "Miss Song should believe that I didn''t mean to be innocent yesterday?" Zhang Ke suddenly came up to song Wanpei''s ear and whispered a word. He went out and didn''t forget to tell the staff, "take Miss Song to the dressing room. Maybe Miss Song needs to make up..."

    Song Wanpei wanted to ruin her face when she went out. Where would she clean herself up? Listening to Zhang Ke''s words, I felt that the chest hit by his elbow yesterday was still vaguely painful.

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