The female star is obedient and domineering, and she has a crush on me

"do not want!"

Qin Yuhuan seemed a little anxious, and as if he had noticed his own strange tone, he tried to cover it up and said slowly, "No."

Ziyi was reading the report sent by the department and didn't notice it. She just followed Qin Yuhuan's words and said, "Sister Qin said no, then no, I'm home safely now, go to sleep."

"It's nice."

Qin Yuhuan's cold voice came from the headset.

Ziyi began to reply to the email while typing on the keyboard. "I'm here."

“Are you still working overtime?”

Qin Yuhuan seemed to have turned over again.

He typed on and off until he finished a sentence and then sighed, "Yes, I'm working overtime. I think my parents want me to take over the family business ahead of time. Obviously..."

In her previous life, she took over completely at the age of 30, but when she was 25, taking the opportunity of her engagement to Shu Baizhu, Zhao Fengzhuo confirmed her identity as the successor to the public.

In this life, as Ziyi changed her mind temporarily, everything became different, including her work progress bar.

The identity of the successor may not even need to be made public. The only time it will be made public is when Mr. Zhao hands over the baton.

"What?" Qin Yuhuan asked again when he saw Ziyi stopped talking temporarily.

"You said you'd give me a day off this morning." Ziyi replied to the email and also to Qin Yuhuan, "Sister, can female stars stay up late? I heard that staying up late will cause edema, which will affect your stunning beauty the next day."

Qin Yuhuan laughed softly on the other end of the phone, "I'm past my most sleepy point, and now I can't sleep."

"Is that so? Then I'll play some soothing music for you," Ziyi flipped through the music list and found a bedtime playlist, "You can listen to it and fall asleep, and you don't have to worry about my phone bill."

"Actually, you are the one who is considerate to me." Qin Yuhuan said softly, "Ziyi, you are always very nice."

"You seem to know me very well, but also seem not to know me that well. You haven't seen me when I have a bad temper. I can even light up the house." Ziyi never thought that she was a good-tempered person, and of course, she didn't think of herself as a good person either.

"A long time ago, there was a puppy in school, remember?"

Every school is likely to have one or two stray dogs.

The one in their high school was a small black and white mutt, which looked like a mixture of the bloodlines of countless breeds of dogs, and it often wandered around the school road.

"I remember the red panda. I don't know who stabbed it when I was halfway through my first year of high school. It bled a lot." How could Ziyi not remember? "I ran a long, long way with it in my arms. I couldn't get a taxi on the road. I told them I could pay them extra to wash their car, but they still didn't want to take me. They said the dog was going to die and it was unlucky."

"I ran to the veterinary hospital on Rainbow Road, but they told me there was no hope. Later, I met an old man on the way out, who told me there was a small private clinic run by an old professor on the hill. I kept running along the path he pointed out, and I didn't dare to stop even though my throat hurt as if it had been cut by a knife."

But they still arrived too late. Ziyi kept crying while holding the little panda in the clinic. She always felt that she was running too slowly. Someone beside her handed her a pack of tissues.

"I was there that day, Ziyi. You cried so pitifully."

It was also that day that Qin Yuhuan began to really pay attention to Ziyi. Her impression of her was no longer that of "the number one in the parallel class who always outshined her", but rather -

A kindhearted crybaby number one.

Even though Ziyi was crying her heart out, her clothes were stained with blood, her hands and face were also stained with blood, and her hair was wet with sweat, but Qin Yuhuan still thought Ziyi was pretty.

So she handed Ziyi a pack of tissues. As for words of comfort, Qin Yuhuan didn't say them. All the words of comfort seemed to become pale the moment they were spoken.

"It's over. I cried so ugly. I have no expression control at all."

Ziyi was once again surprised by the frequency of Qin Yuhuan's presence in her past life, "Why are you going there..."

"My dog ​​got sick, and I went to many hospitals but they all said there was no cure. Later I found out that the old doctor in this clinic is a professor of veterinary medicine at Licheng College, and he is very good."

During that time, Qin Yuhuan would go home as soon as she got out of school, carry the dog from home to the clinic, cheer the dog up, and accompany it while it was receiving intravenous drips.

"Was it cured later?" Ziyi had only been there once. At that time, all she could see and thought about was the injured red panda, and she didn't care about other people in the clinic at all.

"It was cured," Qin Yuhuan was very grateful to the old professor, "but after I went to college, there was no one at home to take care of it, so it ran away and was hit by a car."

This time, without the owner's sincere efforts to save it, her beloved dog that she had saved with so much effort was thrown into the trash by her parents.

It was also because of this incident that Qin Yuhuan realized that when she was no longer able to take care of another life, she should not take it home so easily.

Unlike Qin Yuhuan, Ziyi originally wanted to bring the red panda home, but she could never find the opportunity to meet Ziyu. She wanted to call, but often forgot, always thinking that tomorrow would be fine after today. She kept procrastinating and missed the opportunity. So she learned her lesson and became more decisive as she grew older.

At two o'clock in the morning, Ziyi heard light breathing sounds coming from the other end of the phone. She lowered her voice and called out tentatively, but Qin Yuhuan did not respond. She thought he must have fallen asleep.

I turned off the music and didn't hang up the phone. I just continued working until dawn, then I hung up and went to sleep for a while.

Qin Yuhuan's exam was at two o'clock in the afternoon, and Fang Jinyao accompanied her.

"Don't be nervous, just keep calm. No matter if you can do it or not, you can still study this." Fang Jinyao put on a proper business smile and occasionally greeted the agent who came over.

Given her status in the circle, there is little need for her to take the initiative to approach.

For a while, the news that Qin Yuhuan was signed by Fang Jinyao began to spread.

"There will be many battles to fight starting today, Qin Yuhuan. I hope you have made sufficient mental preparations when you send me an email to introduce yourself."

He was originally an unknown person who was suppressed and ignored in the circle to the point of having no reputation. To call him an 18th-tier star was a compliment to Qin Yuhuan, but Qin Yuhuan had his own capital here, plus Fang Jinyao.

After today, at least in the entertainment industry, Qin Yuhuan is no longer that little-known and harmless person.

"Of course, I am more mentally prepared than you think."

Qin Yuhuan didn't sleep for long, but his condition was better than ever.

When she woke up this morning, she subconsciously called out "Ziyi", but found that the phone had been hung up, just half an hour before she woke up.

——She and Ziyi talked on the phone all night long, until eight o'clock.

"Wow, it seems that Little Rose cheered you up last night." Fang Jinyao raised an eyebrow and looked behind Qin Yuhuan, "More than that."

Qin Yuhuan slowly asked, "What's more?"

Manager Fang and the man who was gradually approaching them nodded, and said to Qin Yuhuan at the same time: "You will know when you turn around."

Qin Yuhuan heard this and turned around, only to see the man coming against the light, with black hair and snow-white clothes. His cat-like almond eyes were like glass. When his eyes met hers, he curved his eyes and said, "I've thought about it, maybe we should do a live version of "Come on?"