"Come to the company with me this afternoon."

After lunch, Song Jingcheng said.

"Um?"

"You forgot, you are now my quasi-employee, you just need to sign the contract."

Zhen Shan pursed his lips and smiled, "I didn't forget it, I just didn't expect it so soon."

"You have been back in China for a while. Although the popularity is quite high, without the support of your works, it will not last long after all. It is time to make some arrangements."

Zhen Shan nodded, "That's fine."

In the afternoon, Zhen Shan followed Song Jingcheng to the Song Family Building.

The two did not hide anything much. As soon as this incident came out, Zhen Shan's identity was also revealed by netizens. She came from a wealthy family, so wouldn't it be normal for her to go out with wealthy men again?

Everyone is in the same circle, and others will at most discuss whether they are a couple, instead of saying that she is being kept.

However, the empress suddenly realized that her relationship with Song Jingcheng really felt like being "kept".

Now he takes care of all three of his meals, and he even arranges his work properly. Isn’t this just being “kept”?

Thinking about it, the empress is a little awkward and doesn't feel domineering.

Look, she is a witch concubine. In her previous life, she was still Queen Diana, who could easily wave a mountain of corpses and rain blood. In this life, she has become a little pitiful person. How come she is so messed up that she wants to be kept?

How did this develop?

Could it be that she has been lazy in this life?

"Mom, it's not bad to rely on God to reincarnate once in a while. Just treat it as a holiday."

Que'er didn't give his mother-in-law a chance to think too much, so she quickly came out and brainwashed her. She must keep them sweet and sweet in this life.

Don't abuse it, please don't abuse it, please look at its full desire to survive.

Zhen Shan raised her eyebrows slightly, "What if it's unreliable?"

"No, no, Que'er's visual inspection shows that the reincarnation of God in this life is definitely a good man."

The visual inspection of a silly boy made the empress feel in great danger.

"Your Majesty," Que'er puffed up his cheeks and said angrily, "Que'er is very powerful, okay?"

"Okay, you are awesome, you are the best."

"Besides, it's really unreliable. Madam, just take away all his property. What are you afraid of?"

Zhen Shan: "..."

Queer, you have become evil and actually encouraged me to rob the property of the reincarnation of your god.

Should she say: What a good idea?

Forget it, I agreed, I feel so stupid.

She'd better be a cool and beautiful enchantress.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing her lowering her eyes, Song Jingcheng asked softly, not knowing what she was thinking.

Zhen Shan raised her eyes and glanced at him, but stopped talking.

Could she say: Sorry, I was just discussing with Zhi Queer whether to plan your property.

Song Jingcheng saw something strange in her eyes and asked with a smile: "Is there something on my face?"

"No, I'm thinking about something."

"What's up?"

"Are you supporting me?"

Song Jingcheng: "..."

Assistant Wu: "..."

Miss Zhen, you are so honest and amazing!

But, are you responding too slowly?

That is, there has never been a financial sponsor who has pampered the other person as much as the eldest son of his family, and it seems that he plans to keep him for the rest of his life.

Song Jingcheng's heart trembled slightly, but his expression remained gentle, and he said with a smile: "Shanshan, the word "support" cannot be used indiscriminately."

Zhen Shan glanced at him and said, "Otherwise, you are raising a daughter? Can you give birth to a daughter as old as me?"

Song Jingcheng: "..."

Wu Kai: "..."

Both of them were speechless.

Young Master Song felt that his girl was either too quiet or could even choke him to death with one sentence.

"Why can't they be brother and sister?"

"oh."

Song Jingcheng: "..."

Then what?

Song Jingcheng didn't know whether to feel disappointed or relieved. He felt as mixed as ever before, sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and sweet.

Fortunately, after saying this, the elevator arrived at his office floor, and this embarrassing problem ended.

Otherwise, if Zhen Shan was caught off guard and asked a strange question, he would have no choice but to continue to be embarrassed with the cold sweat on the back of his head.

At this time, sitting in Song Jingcheng's office was a gentle man in a blue shirt and gold-rimmed glasses. He was holding a magazine and sitting quietly on the sofa. He was gentle and elegant, with an extraordinary temperament.

Hearing the footsteps, the man raised his eyes, adjusted his glasses, fixed his eyes on Zhen Shan, looked at Zhen Shan for a long time, and then made an action that was very inconsistent with his temperament. He whistled frivolously towards Song Jingcheng,

"Old Song, where did you get this little beauty that you abducted out of your mind and madly?"

Song Jingcheng ignored him, turned his eyes, looked at Zhen Shan, and said warmly: "Gu Yuan, the friend I told you before."

Then, he looked at Gu Yuan with a neutral expression, "Zhen Shan, the first artist of Xingyue Entertainment and my good friend."

There is an obvious difference in attitude and a complete lack of respect for one's true nature.

Song Jingcheng didn't introduce him to Zhen Shan as a polite scum, which was considered a loss of face.

Gu Yuan raised his eyebrows and touched his chin. Song Jingcheng is so capable!

But that kid has never had any conscience, no expectations, no surprises.

He stood up and reached out his hand, "Hello, Miss Zhen."

Zhen Shan shook his hand and said, "Hello, Mr. Gu."

"Miss Zhen, is she from a major?"

"Yes, graduated from XX Film and Television University in the United States."

"Do you have any dance or singing skills?"

“I have learned dancing and guzheng, but only dabbled in singing.”

"Have you ever learned to walk on a catwalk? Have you ever been a model?"

"When I was in the United States, I worked as a car model and walked in small fashion shows."

Song Jingcheng's eyes were dim. He had read her information. She wanted to be a model, not because she wanted to break into the fashion industry, but because she simply needed living expenses.

Thinking of the days when she was abroad and often had to skip meals, he became even more disgusted with Zhen Ying.

And those who are cared about by Young Master Song will either be absolutely happy or absolutely unlucky.

Fortunately, Zhen Ying belongs to the second type.

"Not bad, not bad. Let's not talk about her acting skills. With her perfect appearance and grace, it is not difficult to become popular."
Chapter completed!