Chapter 802

Six in the morning.

Kyoto, Second Ring Road.

In a villa.

In the simple and elegant bedroom, the early morning fog floated in from the window. Suddenly, a woman sat up with an ah sound on the wide double bed.

The woman looks about 30 years old. Her shoulder length short hair is slightly messy on her white and round shoulders. It seems that she is entangled by a nightmare. She lowers her head for a long time and finally raises her hand to pull the hair covering her face behind her head.

Suddenly, a beautiful face full of mature charm appeared in the mist through the window.

Whoa, whoa, whoa~~

There was also a crib beside the big bed, in which lay a baby about half a year old. He was awakened by the scream of a woman, and the little baby began to cry.

The woman quickly got out of bed, picked up the child, skillfully lifted a movable cloth on the breast of the lactation suit, fed the child milk, and sang a beautiful nursery rhyme with a magnetic mezzo.

The half-year-old baby stopped crying immediately. While sucking and watching the singing woman, his white and tender face smiled and giggled.

After the baby finished milk, the woman held her and shook her gently while singing. The child soon fell asleep with a smile.

The woman walked out of the bedroom and walked into a smaller bedroom next to her. She saw a six or seven year old boy sleeping soundly on the bed.

The woman went to the bed, gently touched her son's forehead and walked out of the bedroom.

Down the stairs, to the first floor, into the kitchen.

Half an hour later, a table of rich breakfast has been placed on the table in the living room.

At this time, three nannies also arrived. One continued to do other housework, one went to the master bedroom to take care of the baby, and the other waited in the dining room.

These nannies could have cooked, but women didn't want others to make breakfast for their children.

The woman went upstairs again to wake up her eldest son, quickly dressed him and washed him, asked the little boy to go downstairs for breakfast, and the nanny waiting in the dining room rushed forward to serve the boy to eat.

So far, the busy family in the morning was finally over, and the woman walked into another room, which was her special dressing room.

Twenty minutes later, the door of the dressing room opened.

The housewife, who was somewhat tired and haggard, disappeared and was replaced by a woman who was so beautiful that she was soul stirring and so cold that people didn't dare to look directly at her.

She took the little boy and the nanny who took care of him to the door of the villa.

"Take your time, Miss Zhang."

Two other nannies bowed respectfully to her.

Zhang Xin gave a sound, turned her head and said, "take good care of Xiaomeng."

"Yes." When they touched her eyes, they trembled and quickly bowed their heads to promise.

Zhang Xin put on her hat and sunglasses and took her son and nanny into a limousine parked at the door.

Ten minutes later, the car stopped at the door of a high-end private primary school, and the nanny took the little boy off.

"Mom, the teacher said there would be a parents' meeting on Friday. Can you come?"

Before getting off the bus, the little boy looked at Zhang Xin and asked.

"Let's talk about it then. Be good. Concentrate in class."

Zhang Xin took off her sunglasses, a spoiled smile appeared on her cool face, and comforted the unhappy little boy.

The little boy pouted in disappointment, but he seemed to get used to it. He didn't talk anymore and turned and got out of the car.

After watching the nanny send the little boy to the school gate, the soft smile on Zhang Xin's face disappeared and put on sunglasses again. The whole person was like a long sword out of its sheath, flashing cold and beautiful light.

An hour later, 8:20 a.m.

Zhang Xin walks into the office building of Shenxin entertainment.

"Hello, Sister Zhang."

"Hello, Sister Zhang!"

Shen Xin's employees met on the road greeted her in awe. Zhang Xin ignored anyone and went straight through the hall and into the elevator.

At this time, it was the "morning rush hour" when employees were rushing to work, and the corridor was full of people waiting for the elevator.

But after seeing Zhang Xin, everyone seemed to be frozen. They watched her walk into the elevator alone, but no one dared to follow her.

Ding.

Until the elevator door closed, Zhang Xin's figure disappeared, and the people who dared not go out of the atmosphere were finally relieved.

"It's so scary!"

"I finally realized what is Qi field three meters and eight meters!"

"It's the next day. I can't even say a word when I stop there."

"Zhang Xin's temperament is so good. Even if she has a child, she has such a good figure! How envious! "

"I don't envy you. It's so cold. Who dares to want it in the future? Ah, did you say that Guo Zheng was scared away by her? "

"Shh, keep your voice down. You don't want to do it anymore? Don't you know that Zhang Xin is already a shareholder of our company? "

When the elevator came to the 21st floor, the female secretary sitting at the door of the vice president's office quickly stood up and respectfully said, "Sister Zhang."

Zhang Xin also ignored her and went straight to the vice president's office. The female secretary hurriedly said, "Sister Zhang, President Chen is answering the phone..."

Zhang Xin took a look at her. The second half of the female secretary swallowed it raw. She quickly helped her open the door and bent over and said, "please come in."

"I don't care what you do. The publicity at the end of the road must keep up with me. Three days later, I want everyone in China to know its release time!

Also, the publicity of Xianshan love sword is the same, no resources?

The broadcast time has been moved from summer file to national day. There are still five months left. What resources do I give you so early?

Fool, you continue to hype and keep the heat! Do you want me to teach you everything? "

In the office, Chen Qiao was really on the phone. When he saw that someone dared to disturb him, he immediately raised his eyebrows and wanted to scold, but when he saw that the person who came in was Zhang Xin, he quickly shut his mouth.

"That's it... Sister Zhang, why did you come in person?"

As Chen Qiao hung up the phone, he stood up and greeted Zhang Xin with a smile. He also helped her open her chair and asked her to sit down.

"Su Yue recently wrote me two songs."

Zhang Xin sat down and waited for Chen Qiao to pour a cup of coffee. She waved her hand and said directly.

"Su Yue?"

Chen Qiao was surprised:

"Did Sister Zhang persuade Miss Su to go out? It's really you. Only Sister Zhang can have such a big face. "

Su Yue is one of the top songwriters in the Chinese singing world.

If it comes to the position in the circle of Ci and Qu, Su Yue is even better than Qin Yuanxi.

Moreover, Su Yue became famous very early. When he was less than 20, he began to write songs for Wang manling and Zhang Xin. Until now, he is only in his thirties.

It can be said that Zhang Xin went all the way from the newcomer to the position the next day, which was due to Su Yue.

Before Zhang Xin got married, there were even rumors that Zhang Xin and Su Yue had been together earlier.

But in recent years, Su Yue has gradually faded out of the entertainment industry, and few people hear about him again.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Xin invited this great God out as soon as she came back!

"The songs he wrote may not be so divine. I recorded a sample and let Xiao He send it to you later. If it's OK, start recording songs and publicity."

Zhang Xin ignored Chen Qiao's praise, but said faintly.

"OK, OK, Miss Su and Sister Zhang will cooperate again. There must be no problem! I'll ask the publicity department to arrange it right away. "

Chen Qiao said quickly.

In addition to flattering Zhang Xin, there is no lack of confidence in her and Su Yue.

"Well, Sister Zhang, there's something..."

Chen Qiao observed Zhang Xin's expression and whispered:

"I guess someone may hype your divorce. What do you think to do?"

Zhang Xin said calmly, "I'll post a microblog to announce my divorce later. This could have been used to enhance the heat of my comeback."

Chen Qiao probably didn't expect that Zhang Xin didn't mind using her privacy to hype. She was stunned, and then asked hesitantly:

"Also, Sister Zhang, it seems that someone knows about your son."

Zhang Xin turned her head and looked at Chen Qiao. There was a sharp light in her beautiful apricot eyes.