Chapter 601： Your love becomes a weapon to kill He Yan (1/2)

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In the cold afternoon, the quiet backyard of Rong's family.

The old lady hugged a snow-white cat with blue eyes sitting on a chair to enjoy the snow, next to the maid who made tea for her.

She stroked the cat's hair slowly, narrowing her eyes.

Old Chen walked in in a low voice, ”Old lady, the latest news, Miss Biao has successfully left Rong Xuanyu.”

The old lady opened her eyes, and the corner of her mouth slowly stretched out a satisfied smile, ”Yes, not bad.”

”Jing Han, is there anything happening?”

Old Chen reported truthfully, ”Young Master Jinghan seems to be very sure about Rong Xuanyu's departure. He had already planned to replace the people under Rong Xuanyu, but it was not finished.”

”Hmph, the adopted son is the adopted son. Without the blood of our Rong family, no effort will be made.” The old lady's eyes were full of contempt.

”Master Jing Han is a little uncomfortable, but... the opinions he put forward before have been accepted, and they are very useful, indicating that he does have a talent for business.”

The old lady raised her eyelids lazily, took the hot tea that the servant handed over, glanced at Lao Chen lightly and slowly, and said, ”You are younger than me, why do you have more eyes than mine? Just his stupid one. How can he take on the responsibility of leading the Rong family with his stupid appearance? That is to say, his temperament is good. Although he is an adopted son, he has not been two-hearted to the Rong family over the years and is filial enough. Let him sit in the position of the CEO. Now, I think he can put Xi'er under a little pressure by sitting in that position, and he can also exercise her. Please keep an eye on me and don't let Jing Han have any thoughts that shouldn't be there. .”

Old Chen nodded, ”Understood.”

After a few seconds of silence, Old Chen said again, ”Miss Biao and He Yan have a very stable relationship. No surprise, they should get married in the future...”

The old lady twisted her eyebrows slightly and said nothing.

”You go down first.”

”Yes.”

The old lady took a sip of tea slowly, frowning even more tightly.

There was a cloud of melancholy in his eyes.

——

On the set, when Wen Xi came to the rest room after a scene, Yin Lan immediately put on her coat, and Hansen handed her a cup of hot coffee.

”Wen Xiaoxi, good news, ”Tomorrow” has been nominated for eight awards. You have been nominated for the best actress. The old man has heard about it and plans to come back to attend the awards ceremony to cheer you on.”

Wen Xi was surprised and delighted, and his emotions could not be covered.

Regardless of whether she won the award, as long as she can be nominated, this is an affirmation of her acting skills.

On the other side, Yin Lan came over with a bag of things and said, ”These are all gifts from fans. I believe a lot.”

Wen Xi opened it and took a look, and heard Hansen say, ”There are too many of these things. Let's take it to the company's storage and separate it.”

”No, I want to take it back.” Wen Xi said.

She hadn't been in touch with the previous gift for long because of her busy schedule. In other words, it was the fan's heart. She should take a good look.

It happens to be free tonight.

Hansen shrugged, ”There will be tomorrow. You won't be interested in a long time.”

Wen Xi pretended not to hear, and planned to take a good look tonight.

This good mood lasted until He Yan came to pick her up.

He was fifteen minutes behind the agreed time, which was the first time.

In the wind and snow, he waited at the door, standing in the snow and beckoning to her.

Wen Xi quickened his pace and walked over, tightly holding the scarf covering his face.

Seeing her running over, He took the initiative to walk a few steps forward, hugged her easily, and covered her red ears with both hands.

Wen Xi was in a good mood, with smiles in his eyes. Just about to say to get into the car, he suddenly felt that his cheek was pierced by his hand.

Turning his head, he suddenly found a band-aid on the palm of his hand.

”injured?”

”It's okay, accidentally, let's go and get in the car.”

Wen Xi nodded, but couldn't help looking at the palm of his hand.