MTL - Aim at That Star-Chapter 7 Annual Super Sweet CP Program

Song Henan carried two scripts like a baby, and returned to the villa where the show was recorded in a trance.

Originally, Jiang Shi said he wanted to drive her. After all, for a position of his level, no one dared to limit him during commute time.

But just before leaving the office, Song Henan suddenly thought of one thing:

The program team requested that they reveal their occupation and age tonight, and they could not exchange contact information such as WeChat in private, and all interactions had to be done in front of the camera.

She didn't follow any of these rules.

If you don't follow it...it's fine if you don't follow it.

But if she still swaggered in the male guest's car and appeared at the recording location, it would be too little to take the show team into consideration.

So she declined Jiang Shi's kindness and took the subway back to the villa by herself.

It's not even six o'clock, it's not the rush hour, it's not weekends and holidays, the subway is very quiet, and there are even people shooting vlogs with mobile phones next to them.

Song Henan took two more glances.

She is a chubby female high school student, wearing a rustic school uniform, with a watermelon Taro-style haircut, a red scarf and green sneakers. The whole image has no merit.

The little girl was winking at the camera, and she kept talking, almost every sentence was a joke, Song Henan found it very interesting to listen to.

She curled her lips, and the anxiety and fear in her heart finally dissipated. She clicked on the WeChat business card pushed to her when Kaijiang started to write a friend request.

She can't judge what will happen in the future, and she doesn't want to guess too much.

At least now, at this moment, she clearly knows what is most important to herself.

......

As soon as Song Henan opened the door, he heard laughter from the kitchen.

According to the results of the previous lottery, it should be Jiang Wen'an and Luan Qing's turn to cook today.

It seems that the two of them get along just fine.

She went upstairs to put things away, touched up her makeup, and went to the kitchen with a few crabs.

"These are the Yangcheng Lake hairy crabs that my friend gave today. They are all still alive. Let's see if there is still a shortage of vegetables. Do you want to cook them. If you don't cook them, I'll make them tomorrow."

Luan Qing was squatting outside the yard and cutting fish, and couldn't hear the movement in the kitchen.

And Jiang Wen'an was frying steak, lowered his head without looking at her, and sounded very polite: "Oh no, we have enough food."

"Okay, then I'll put it in the refrigerator first."

Song Henan didn't care that he was treated coldly, and knew that he might be a bit annoying if he stayed any longer, so he planned to leave the crab after placing it.

However, before she stepped out of the kitchen door, the vibrating ringtone of a mobile phone call rang from behind her.

"Ah, that Nannan."

Jiang Wen'an stopped her quickly, rubbed the mobile phone on the dining table with his chin, and begged, "I can't spare my hands now, can you answer the phone for me?"

Of course, Song Henan couldn't refuse to agree.

She pressed the call button, and before the sentence hello came out of her throat, there was a crackling machine-gun-like English on the other end of the phone.

"He speaks English."

Song Henan tilted his head to look at Jiang Wen An, with three-point apology, "I didn't understand it too fast."

"Is it a man? The nasal voice is very heavy, and the voice is a little loud, isn't it?"

"right."

"That should be my assistant."

Jiang Wen'an was holding the lid to block the oil star, looking like he was in a hurry, "In this way, you don't need to care what he said, you just tell him that the contract for the land construction will be sent directly to the European headquarters. The suppliers let them communicate by themselves, and we certainly cannot accept the way of distribution anyway.”

"In Chinese?"

"In English, my assistant is a New Zealander, and he doesn't understand Chinese very well."

Song Henan held the phone and was instantly in trouble.

She really can't speak English, and at most she has to deal with daily conversations about land construction, suppliers, and distribution. She could only memorize it when she took the CET-4 test that year.

Where do you remember now.

She smiled awkwardly: "Then I won't say yes."

Jiang Wen'an was still frying the steak, staring intently at the pot, without raising his head when he heard the words, he looked very, very busy: "Just tell him, let him s