Who knows? The anchor I like has become a movie queen!

Liu Yu returned to the school dormitory and waited until the evening to post a Weibo to show off. He made a cool nine-square grid and did not forget to @Ji Xia Fans Club.

Today I was playing in the ancient town and unexpectedly met Xia Xia. She is so beautiful and super gentle. We talked for a long time. She also bought me some small accessories. Her parents and grandma are also very kind. Today I am the happiest little girl in the world (attached with 9 pictures)

[Oh my goodness, you want to make me envy you to death?]

[OMG, did you really not photoshop this? This looks amazing.]

[Why didn’t you post it earlier? I’m in Kyoto, otherwise I could also go see Xia Xia]

[What? I went there today, but I didn’t see it.]

[I'm even worse off. Look at my photo. When I was taking the selfie, Xia Xia's family just happened to walk past me from behind. My eyes looked like I was venting my anger.]

I will sue my body

[She also gave gifts to bloggers. You are in trouble. You will love her forever.]

The blogger replied: I love it so much that I was in a daze the whole afternoon.

Jiang Qingyan also saw this Weibo post at home. He was a lurker in the fan club. Although he didn't speak, his eyes were always paying attention to all the developments.

When he saw the girl's photo, he immediately put down his chopsticks and enlarged the photo to take a look. Erdan sat obediently at his feet, waiting to see if his master would drop something for him to eat.

These days, Jiang Qingyan has been busy with work and thinking about how to chat with Ji Xia. He thought about it over and over again, but didn't send a message. He could only follow Ji Xia's updates on Weibo. Not only Weibo, but he also followed all of Ji Xia's social accounts.

I have been thinking about it in my heart. Didn’t Xia Xia say that she would treat me to a meal? Why hasn’t she done anything?

On the same night, some people toss and turn, some are full of happiness, and some are plotting.

Song Hai received the message from that person tonight. He read the girl's life story in his study at a glance. There was nothing much to say about the first half of her life. It was just a dull and boring standard life of a poor person.

What happened later was quite interesting. He is now a host and has just participated in a show and gained a lot of fans. When he saw that his adoptive parents were sick and were cured by the girl, he actually felt a little regretful. What a good weakness.

He looked carefully at the photo of the girl. She was very pretty, prettier than Song Yurou. He never expected that this girl was doing better than he thought.

Before receiving the information, he thought it would be good enough for the child to go to college and find a job, but he didn't expect it to be like this.

So, who is more valuable, Song Yurou or Ji Xia?

He needs to consider it.

Jiang Yutao came to the study at this time. She asked nervously, "Husband, have you found the information about that child?"

Jiang Yutao now has very conflicting feelings about this child. Before, everyone pretended not to know, and she buried the matter deep in her heart, but now she wants to take the child back.

When I lie in bed at night, I would think about what she looks like, her personality, and how she is doing. But as I think about it, I would think of Yu Rou, the child I raised from a young age to now.

She looked at her husband with mixed emotions, somewhat eager and afraid to get an answer.

Song Hai looked up at his anxious wife, calmly closed the file on his computer and said, "Not yet. They said it's hard to find, so they're speeding up."

Jiang Yutao breathed a sigh of relief after getting the answer. She felt a little disappointed and a little relieved, a very conflicting feeling. She paused for a few seconds and said, "If you have any news, tell me as soon as possible."

She strolled back to her room, feeling confused. Perhaps she should buy some clothes and bags for the child. She probably had never seen these luxury goods before.

Song Hai looked at the study door that had closed again, his cloudy eyes full of calculation.

As soon as Ji Xia got home, he quickly edited a Dougua video and made today's vlog for his fans to watch.

【Baby, baby, I finally waited for you】

【I lick lick lick lick】

[Ahahahaha, Grandpa, the blogger you follow has updated]

[Although the family members did not appear in the photo, it was still very heartwarming to watch. He is a happy child.]

Ji Xia's heart remains unchanged, and he hasn't forgotten us old friends.

[Xia Xia, can you live stream? Please, please, I want to see you]

When Ji Xia saw this message, she thought about it and decided that she could indeed live broadcast to everyone. After all, many of her fans followed her because they watched her live broadcast.

[Reply: Okay, I'll let you know the specific time in the fan group. I'll do a live broadcast one night during these three days. I miss you all, too.]

[Ahhhh, in my lifetime, my baby has replied to me. I am so happy.]

I'll be sitting on the router waiting for your live stream.

There are still three days left, and Ji Xia is considering which day is suitable. Tomorrow, Ji Xia has already arranged to shoot a special role. This time it is a modern drama, in which the male protagonist's fiancée is the one who is broken off by the male protagonist. It should be shot for one day.

Let’s take a look at the subsequent schedule.

The next day, Song Hai left home at dawn. The driver took him to the mountains. He wanted to go and ask the master in person before he could feel at ease.

The journey took 4 hours. The driver drove silently but kept complaining in his heart that this place was extremely difficult to drive on and there were a lot of rules. He knew exactly which road he had to stop to scatter some wheat and which house he had to get off and pay his respects to at the entrance of the village.

He had been dragged here several times before he figured it out. Now, watching the chairman kneeling devoutly in front of a thatched house, he curled his lips and said, "Rich people are trouble."

Finally, after passing through a winding path, a small courtyard appeared. It looked gloomy and there was a tall dead tree growing out from the wall. The door looked very shabby, with two blood-red pictures of ghosts and gods pasted on it. The white paint on the wall had also fallen off a lot, revealing the bricks inside, which was very weird.

"Chairman, we're here."

Song Hai slowly opened his eyes. The driver immediately got out of the car and respectfully opened the door. He then trotted to open the trunk, took out the small suitcase he had prepared, and handed it to Song Hai with both hands.

Song Hai watched the driver drive the car out of sight, then he felt relieved and went to knock on the door with the box.

The driver drove the car two miles away, and he didn't dare get out of the car. There were woods all around, and it felt eerie. If he hadn't been paid a lot of money, he really wouldn't have wanted to come here.

Song Hai knocked on the door three times, lightly and once hard, and after repeating this three times, he stood there waiting.

After an unknown amount of time, footsteps finally came from inside the door. They were particularly clear in the silent environment. "Squeak," the shabby door was finally opened.

What came into view was a woman with a wrinkled face and an exaggerated hat with blood-red beads on her head. She looked very old and very tall. Even though her back was hunched due to age, she was still 1 meters tall.

"Come in" The sound was like the cracking of a dry branch.

Song Gang seemed to have gotten used to this and could ignore the fishy smell in the air. He followed the woman into the dark room.

It was a sunny day, but the room was eerily dark, like a man-eating beast, emitting a dangerous aura.

The driver was drowsy in the car with a blocked nose. The sudden ringing of his cell phone startled him awake and he answered it.

"Come pick me up"

He started the car immediately. Song Hai was standing at the door of the house. The suitcase in his hand had disappeared. His face was dark with a hint of red, and it was unknown what he was thinking.

After Song Hai came up, the whole car was instantly filled with a mixture of fishy smell and incense sticks. The driver cursed in his heart eight hundred times and really wanted to vomit. He still couldn't accept it after so many times.

The man in the back seat seemed not to smell it and was lost in his own world.

The car gradually drove away from this place, and the house was covered by trees, as if it had never appeared.