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No one can predict in the future, maybe she will have to give up some because of the change of status.

She felt it was worth it. She had thought about it seriously. She spent another ten years struggling and struggling to the top.

The 30 female stars in this circle are married early. Although the marriage between men and women is just a certificate and a ceremony, even if they are not, they can still live like a couple.

This is not what Yun thinks about. For her, recognition and reputation are very important things.

He Wei did not have any opinions about her getting married in her early twenties. He Wei said that just like she had set rules for fans, short-term abuses and long-term benefits.

Of course, it is beneficial to her talents who have the strength, strength and luck.

It is not necessary to change someone else. Although fans are not as repelled as idols and marriage now, there are a lot of people who are still happy to eat dog food. This is why many actors who sell affectionate people rise in middle age, but think about this for Yun The age is really early.

Regardless of the agent, Yun thinks of course and wants to be justified as soon as possible, and put an end to some people's illusions that she should not have.

If Yun thinks about it, the commemoration is a little fascinating. In the winter season, the ordered dishes come up one after another, and the thin smoke is floating. Yun Xiang's eyes pass through the heat, and the face of the memorial looks a little unreal.

She did not disturb the commemoration. Only when she was regarded as a friend, she had no official affairs and kept awake.

She politely moved the chopsticks first, and filled a bowl of cold duck soup in front of the memorial, and filled herself with a bowl.

After the memorial came back to her, Yun thought that she had already eaten it. She didn't have to embarrass to explain anything. She drank soup and warmed her stomach: "I probably understand the result you want. When will you be ready to make it public?"

"Next year, I will graduate." Yun thinks and answers.

"I will give you a detailed plan for the specific time." The memorial should be accepted.

Yun thought about holding the chopsticks and thought for a moment: "Anytime next year will do."

This commemoration can also be relaxed in time.

Memorial nodded his head and ate a few dishes: "Actually, you can let him solve this kind of thing."

The relationship between the memorial and Gu Zaizi naturally knows the origin and family background of Song Mian.

Yun thought about taking a bite of the delicious duck leg and shaking his head gently: "This is my problem, I will solve it myself."

After the commemoration, he asked no more. The two people ate and talked about other interesting things in life.

After thinking about it, Yun asked, "How do you charge?"

"Why? Your little rich lady is still afraid that you can't afford me?" The memorial teased her.

Yun thinks and shakes his head: "I want to remind you that we have personal ties to private ties, and business to business, otherwise I will not dare to find you again."

"Poof." Memorial laughed out loud. "Good, I don't have money for you, but after I finish the service, the customer service is satisfied and then the price, I don't worry about you running away."

The two said that they walked out of the hotel, and when they reached the open-air parking lot, the memorial froze.

Yun Xianxiang looked at her in the past, it was Gu Zaz who was wearing a long trench coat, standing under the neon lights of heavy snow.

There was a thin layer of snow on his shoulders, and I didn't know how long he had stood there.

The snow is white and the wind is cold.

He stood there, like a tall lonely pine, straight and lonely.

The memorial can't go past: "Gu Zaizi, are you mentally ill, what are you doing standing here? Why is President Gu getting tired and wanting to change to be a parking toll collector? Do you know how many stops you stand here? Road, you still occupy a parking space, you..."

The memory of the commemoration was very fierce. When she walked over, she fell through her head and covered her face, but she didn’t finish it. She was taken by Gu Zizi, Yun Yun thought that she was already in the car. Come: "Nian, I forgot the past, you also forgot it, OK, let's start again..."

After thinking about it, Yun heard no more sounds, but she couldn't help but look back, watching Gu Zaizi holding the memorial tightly in the night snow, and the memorial was let him hold, and the hand he dropped hesitated for a while. Before Yun Xiang's car turned the corner, she finally saw her lifted up and hugged her.

Yun thinks that Song Qian, who was driving in a car, could not help but bend her lips and turned her head.

"Qianqian, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, I just encountered a troublesome person." Song Qian frowned and continued to drive seriously.

Yun Xianxiang felt that Song Qian didn't want to say much, so she didn't ask much. When she got home, she took the car from the parking lot and got on the elevator. Song Qian looked at the number of the jumping elevator: "Think about it, is your agent, right? Thirty-eight?"

"Yeah, the only brother is thirty-eight years old." Yun thought about brushing his phone with his head down, not paying attention to Song Qian's tangled expression.

"How come he hasn't gotten married yet, is there something wrong?" Song Qian couldn't help vomiting.

Yun thought about it and looked at Song Qian suspiciously. Song Qian looked calm and looked as usual: "How do you care about this problem?"

"I just feel a little abnormal." Song Qian took out a lollipop, removed the sugar paper and put it in her mouth.

Yun Xiang thinks that something is wrong, but the elevator opens with a jingle.

She didn't bother to think about Song Qian, because a young master stood at the door of Song Mian's house, carrying big bags and small bags, as if moving.

"Qi Shao, where are you singing?" Yun thinks of looking at the large space at the doorway where there are many luggage packages, and they are almost everywhere.

In another elevator, someone came out again, carrying two large packages.

"Let there, let there." Qi Jun directed, and then smiled cloudily at the face, "Big fairy, I was driven out of the house, and I was homeless, so I went to Song Ge."

Ghosts believe.

Was it driven out of the house?

Yun thought about opening the door with her fingerprint. She and Yun Lin both moved up. As soon as the door opened, Qi Jun squeezed in and stood at the entrance of the gate to direct the person he brought: "Quickly, give I moved in."

When Song Mian and Yun Lin heard the movement, Qi Jun looked at Song Mian and grimaced: "Brother Song, you need to help me."

"I don't have any extra rooms here. If you want to live, you can make a floor." Song Mian was indifferent.

Yun thought raised her eyebrows, and she knew best if there was an empty room.

Qi Jun looked at Yun and thought about it, and then looked at Yun Lin in his pajamas. He gritted his teeth and said, "Put on the ground!"

Yun thinks of Qi Jun as an idiot. This young master has money and can't live in the presidential suite of a five-star hotel. He has to come to Song Mian to suffer a bad breath.

The broad and warm hand stretched out, took Yun's slightly cold hand, and warmed her. Song Mian said: "He didn't mean to me, the drunkard didn't mean wine."