End of the year.

There is already a thick layer of snow on the ground.

Song Qingyou was rarely lazy and declined several interview activities and program invitations.

After staying at home, Song Qingyou's coding speed increased several times.

The last part of the science fiction trilogy, "Nebula Empire", has finally been completed.

After Wenxia learned the news, she didn't care at all that Song Qingyou said she wanted to revise it, and ran over that day.

"I'll proofread it for you while I'm reading it. If there's anything you need to change, let me know."

Wenxia couldn't wait to pick up the manuscript and read it.

Although it is not good to think too much, Song Qingyou's book has been delayed for too long, and she is worried that the quality may be different from the previous two books.

However, it turns out that Song Qingyou, who can win the Charles Award, at least writes science fiction novels, and no one needs to worry at all.

Wenxia read a few pages with excitement and became immersed in it without realizing it.

So much so that she didn't hear the knock on the door.

Until Song Qingyou let people in, "Why are you back so early? Didn't you say there was a banquet over there?"

Wenxia raised her head when she heard the sound.

The eyes that were still glued to the manuscript immediately shifted when they saw the person at the door.

——Isn’t Song Qingyou a big star? Not single? Who is this man? ! Could it be her boyfriend? !

Wenxia never expected that she just came to read the manuscript, but she would stumble upon such a big news.

"Something unexpected happened."

Jiang Zhihan took off his suit jacket and his face didn't look good.

Wen Xia stood up hesitantly, "Teacher Song, this is -"

Song Qingyou said "Ah" and introduced them to the two of them respectively:

"This is Wenxia, ​​my editor."

"This is Jiang Zhihan, my boyfriend."

Jiang Zhihan's face softened a bit when he heard the title of 'boyfriend'.

Even looking at Wen Xia was no longer so cold.

"Hello, Ms. Wen."

"H-hello."

Wenxia almost bit her tongue.

Ever since she became Song Qingyou's editor, she knew some of her news very well.

For example, the person in front of you, Jiang Zhihan, isn't he the president of Jiangyuan Group? There were even pregnancy scandals between the two! The results were quickly clarified...

"What, there are a few typos in the manuscript. You may have overlooked them because you typed too fast. I have already corrected them for you."

Wenxia put down the manuscript reluctantly, "If you still need to revise anything, please do it as soon as possible. The editorial office will have a holiday at the end of the year... I won't disturb you two anymore, bye!"

After saying that, without waiting for Song Qingyou's response, she ran away in a hurry.

Song Qingyou didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and glanced at the person next to her: "Are you satisfied now?"

Jiang Zhihan explained seriously: "I saw a car parked downstairs and guessed that you might have guests. If the guests see a cat knocking on the door..."

"She will praise my cat for being very smart." Song Qingyou answered with a half-smile, "Also, you usually ask Assistant Fang to send you up here."

"Fang Yan has other arrangements."

Jiang Zhihan found an excuse without changing his expression and took Song Qingyou's hand.

"Then how do you know that the car parked downstairs is my guest? Are there other residents in this building?"

In the past, when the Song family was prosperous, they lived in a single-family villa close to the city. But after the Song family went bankrupt, that house was mortgaged to pay off the debt.

If it weren't for the fact that Song Qingyou had an apartment here, she might have been sleeping on the street.

Jiang Zhihan: "I bought all the other houses."

Song Qingyou:......

"When did you do it?"

"half year ago."

"..."

It's been half a year and she hasn't noticed yet!

Song Qingyou couldn't help but feel speechless with herself.

But this can't be blamed on her lack of alertness.

After she decided to become an artist and had no other better place to live, she couldn't let any outsiders know that she lived here, so there was absolutely zero communication between neighbors.

What's more, she would go out for filming from time to time and stay in the hotel at least half of the time.

Song Qingyou didn't dwell on the matter anymore. She was completely uninterested in how Jiang Zhihan dealt with the building, and instead asked about the reason why Jiang Zhihan came back early.

"What happened at the banquet? Didn't you say it was a party at home before the Chinese New Year?"

The Jiang family seems to only have Mr. Jiang, but in fact there are many relatives who are close to him.

After all, in the era when the old man was born, wealthy people were not monogamous.

Mr. Jiang also worked hard and overcame obstacles to obtain the Jiangyuan Group.

At the end of every year, the Jiang family holds a family gathering.

"Jiang Quan brought his and Dong Xi's son back and said he wanted to record his name in the family tree."

There was no hint of disappointment in Jiang Zhihan's tone, but more of disgust.

Song Qingyou looked at his expression carefully and breathed a sigh of relief: "Does the old man agree?"

"More than just the old man?" Jiang Zhihan smiled, "Everyone agrees."

"They are just watching the fun and don't think it's a big deal. They want you to cause trouble?"

The fisherman will benefit, it’s easy to guess what those people think.

Jiang Zhihan hummed.

He was too lazy to make excuses with relatives he only saw a few times throughout the year, so he simply left early.

Song Qingyou thoughtfully said: "The actual person in charge of Jiang Yuan is still the old man now. If you leave early, if he gets angry and gives all the shares to the newborn child, what should you do?"

Jiang Zhihan didn't answer and directly took the person into his arms.

Song Qingyou said "Ouch" and fell onto the opponent's lap.

"If you 'clean up and leave the house,' I don't mind if you eat soft food."

"After all, I am a rich woman now and can support you!"

Jiang Zhihan chuckled, tilted his head, took Song Qingyou's earlobe in his mouth, and licked it.

"Should I thank the rich lady for her kindness?"

"Of course, my money didn't come from the strong wind..."

"So in order to make Miss Song's money well spent, I should also perform well."

After saying that, he leaned forward, letting everything Song Qingyou wanted to say drowned between his lips and teeth.

Ten minutes later, Song Qingyou touched the corner of her mouth that was bitten and gasped in pain.

She picked up the mirror on the coffee table and looked at it, then kicked the man next to her who was staring at her:

"Jiang Zhihan, are you a dog? It's really wronging you to become a cat."

"I'm very dissatisfied with your performance, so I decided to reconsider raising you."

Jiang Zhihan was not annoyed when he heard this, and stuck to it like a dog-skin plaster.

When Song Qingyou was extremely disgusted, she suddenly turned back into a cat.

Then the cat tilted its head and raised its paw: "Meow?"

Song Qingyou's blood tank was instantly emptied.

hateful! I didn't expect Jiang Zhihan to have this trick!

But cats are so cute, what can be wrong?

Song Qingyou was annoyed for a long time, but picked up the cat, and then pinched its ears:

"Never again! I have to attend the award ceremony tomorrow. You bit my mouth open, how can I explain it to others?"

Before she had finished educating her, her cell phone rang at this moment.

The caller ID was Wen Wan.

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