MTL - The Big Shot’s Movie Star Wife Is Beautiful and Sassy

  Chapter 72 Young Master

   "Song Zhengde, what do you mean, do I agree?" He Yanxin said, throwing a share gift contract on Song Zhengde.

   "Why are you flipping through the things in my study?"

   "I can't even look at the things in your study now, can I?"

  Song Zhengde pinched his brows and sighed: "Yanxin, let's stop arguing, okay? This matter is enough for me to have a headache, can you understand me?"

   "I understand you? How do I understand you?" He Yanxin said, "The Song family can have more than half of the credit for my family today, but now you want to share some of it with others. You have given away my son and daughter's things to others."

   "Yanxin, she is not someone else, half of my blood is bleeding on her body. Taking a step back, I should give it to her."

   "Did you give her something from the Song family? You would have today without our He family!"

Song Zhengde was poked into the sore spot, raised his eyes to stare at her, and said after a while: "Yes, without the He family, naturally the Song family would not be where it is today, let alone Song Chengyou and Song Anrou. Today this family will only have Tang Xueche and Tang Zhixi."

  Hearing that name, He Yanxin raised his hand and slapped Song Zhengde. After the crisp sound, everything fell into silence.

   There seemed to be something in the air between the two of them.

  He Yanxin clenched his fingers, and after a while he said: "Zhengde, I."

  Song Zhengde didn't speak any more, turned around, picked up his clothes and left the house.

  When Song Anrou received the call, she was in the dance practice room with Mo Changhuan.

   "Mom, what's wrong?"

   "An Rou, I saw the share gift contract in your father's study, it was for Tang Zhixi."

  Hearing these words, Song Anrou suddenly grabbed the mineral water bottle in his hand: "It took effect?"

   "No, just drafted a contract."

"I see."

   "What's wrong? Why is your complexion so bad all of a sudden?" Mo Changhuan asked after seeing her finish the phone call.

   "It's okay." Song Anrou shook her head and smiled, "Chen Zheng wants to marry my sister, and my father wants to give my sister a dowry. My mother is just a little unhappy."

"Who would be happy, a daughter of a mistress, an existence will remind me that there was betrayal in this marriage. If I wish her to die." Mo Changhuan said, "I have to prepare a dowry for her when I get married. If I, I have to poke a hole in my house."

  Song Anrou looked pitiful and worried on the surface, but what she was thinking in her heart was that with your pig-headed brain, you will always only focus on half of the key points.

  So she could only say again: "After all, she will be Mrs. Chen in the future. A good relationship with the Chen family will also be a help to the Song family. It is better to have a help than an enemy. I still understand my father."

   "Mrs. Chen?" Mo Changhuan frowned and said, "Who has taken a fancy to her?"

   "Chen Zheng."

   "Chen Zheng?!" Mo Changhuan stood up straight, his face full of disbelief. His lips trembled twice before he said, "Is it the Chen Zheng I know?"

   "Yes." Song Anrou's face was pure, "Why are you so excited. Is it normal for Chen Zhengneng to take a fancy to my sister so beautiful?"

"Chen Zheng's eyes are going to go to heaven, how could he fall in love with such a bad person like her." Mo Changhuan was a little dazed, "I haven't even gone to school, what's the use of being beautiful. Marrying such a person will affect the next generation IQ."

"It's not so serious." Song Anju said, "But my sister's life will definitely be very good in the future. She will definitely go well in the entertainment circle. Whatever she wants to play, Chen Zheng can have everything with a wave of his hand and investment. Think Whoever is asked to act will act, and whoever does not like it will be blocked."

  Mo Changhuan clenched his hands tightly, gritted his teeth, looked hollow, and did not speak.

Song Anrou glanced at her, with a hint of mockery in her eyes, and said, "It's just that Chen Zheng's mother is a bit difficult to get along with. She has too high demands on her daughter-in-law, her background, appearance, education and tutoring. She has requirements in all aspects, and I don't know Will my sister be embarrassed if she marries in the past?"

  Mo Changhuan suddenly looked at her.

  Song Anrou continued: "Fortunately, my sister is a person who doesn't mess around. There is no gossip, no messy private life, and no messy scandals. She cleans herself up. There must be no reason for Mrs. Chen to make things difficult."

  Mo Changhuan pinched his palms, and the look in his eyes gradually became vicious.

  **

   On the set, when Tang Zhixi finished work, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon.

  The costume was taken off, and the T-shirt inside was soaked and sweaty.

   There was no show tonight, so she took off her makeup and went back.

  Ye Hanzhi followed her into the nanny's car, and specially asked He Yuzhe and Lu Shang to bring Jiang Nian to their car.

   "Huh? You sold my assistant?" Tang Zhixi saw Jiang Nian in He Yuzhe's back seat from the car window, holding the window with both hands, like an abandoned kitten.

   Then the car gradually drove away and disappeared from her sight.

   "You were filming, and the three of them fought for the landlord all afternoon. Now they are said to be poker friends." Ye Hanzhi took out the pastries and desserts he bought one by one, "Eat some first."

   "Are you afraid that Jiang Nian won't let me eat?"

  Ye Hanzhi glanced at her and put the fork in her hand: "Don't worry, I won't get fat. I'll be responsible if I get fat."

   Tang Zhixi smiled, took a mouthful of cream: "How long have you been in Yancheng?"

   "Go back to the Imperial Capital tomorrow afternoon." Ye Hanzhi asked, "What's the matter?"

   Tang Zhixi shook her head. She hasn't been to the Imperial Capital for almost half a year.

   Having dinner together, and returning to Weiyang Palace, Tang Zhixi fell asleep after drawing design drafts after eleven o'clock.

  At two o'clock in the morning, the cell phone rang suddenly at night.

  Tang Zhixi suddenly opened her eyes. She took the phone, and when she saw the number that had no notes but remembered it clearly, her heart immediately sank.

  Hurry up to answer the phone, and a male voice who sounded like he was in his fifties said in a crying voice, "Miss, the young master is in the emergency room."

  Ye Hanzhi was dealing with matters in the study when his cell phone rang. He read the notes, and then there was a knock on the outside door.

  He answered the phone while walking outside.

   "Open the door."

  Tang Zhixi's voice was cold and flustered.

  Ye Hanzhi opened the door, and saw that she was only wearing pajamas, and her hair was a little messy. The state of the whole person is a kind of indifference that is extremely calm, so cold that the whole body is horribly cold. But the eye sockets are very red.

  She saw Ye Hanzhi as if seeing a life-saving straw, and grabbed his arm: "Ye Hanzhi, I'm going to the Imperial Capital, right now."

   "The specific address." Ye Hanzhi immediately said.

   "The First Hospital."

   "Okay, I'll arrange it." Ye Hanzhi dragged her in, only to realize that she didn't even have time to close the door, "Come in first and wait a while."

  Ye Hanzhi made arrangements quickly, and they flew directly on the roof of Weiyang Palace. An hour later, he landed directly at the First Hospital of the Imperial Capital.

  When Tang Zhixi arrived outside the emergency room, there was only a man in his fifties waiting outside.

  Hearing footsteps, the man looked over: "Miss."

   After saying these two words, the man shed tears.

  Ye Hanzhi walked behind Tang Zhixi, and was taken aback when he saw this man. He had seen the family of the little boy who bumped into him at the door of the Doomsday Hotel.

   "Uncle Rui." Tang Zhixi helped him up, "How is he?"

   "I don't know, the doctor hasn't come out for more than an hour." Uncle Rui wiped his tears, "Blame me, blame me for not taking good care of the young master. Damn me, **** me."

   Kavinka's I want to cry.

   That's one chapter for today.

   Sorry everyone

  (end of this chapter)