Feed the tiger with her

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"As for you, you are the absolute heroine of the birthday party, and I am the absolute female lead. We must dress beautifully that day, so that everyone will be amazed!"

Song Ange called that night and preached a lot to Jian Zhiyan, all of which were full of rhetoric, and finally the topic fell to the ground, which was actually to invite people to go shopping.

The prime location in the city, the high-end shopping malls, the price and the air conditioner, will freeze people to death wholeheartedly.

The two girlfriends, one is the director of Jinjing, and the other is the future leader, neither of them is stage frightened, they are arm in arm, and they have a lot of gains after visiting each family.

There was a row of famous paper bags at the feet, waiting for the driver to come and pick them up, and the two sat in the coffee shop to rest.

Song Ange asked: "This birthday party, what kind of friends did you invite to attend?"

The last time a birthday was celebrated with great fanfare, it seemed to be when he was nine years old. Jian Bozhang carefully arranged for his beloved daughter. At that time, like Song Ange, she was full of expectations.

Later, when the incident happened, Jian Zhiyan's birth became a stain on the entire Jian family. Since then, Jian Zhiyan never celebrated her birthday again.

After more than ten years, there is a feeling of being valued again. Jian Zhiyan feels that life is like a brush dipped in happiness. Every stroke is a promising future.

"The only friend on my side is you..." Jian Zhiyan poked the straw, "The rest were arranged by Lu Yin, including people from the agency, my next drama team, and some of his friends."

Song Ange nodded, "There will be people from the media?"

"Maybe there will be. I heard that Jiu Kong will also come."

Song Ange's eyes flickered, "Really, that's great!"

"Sure enough, he's from the entertainment industry. Even holding a birthday party is so star-studded, tsk tsk..."

Whoever said that star chasing is childish, Jian Zhiyan didn't expose it, watching Song Ange dance with excitement, and smiled casually.

The driver parked the car and came over to pick up their shopping trophies. Jian Zhiyan raised her hand to signal, Lao Zhu nodded and came over to pick up the paper bag.

Jian Zhiyan asked casually, "Has Lu Yin returned from a business trip today?"

Old Zhu: "Not yet. There are many things to do in the branch office. Mr. Lu plans to come back on your birthday."

The arrangement was a bit rushed, but the birthday party was at night, so as long as Lu Yin got off the plane on time, there would be no delay.

Jian Zhiyan didn't say anything, and Lao Zhu left.

Song Ange was sending text messages with her head down, Jian Zhiyan was waiting for her, she didn't make a sound, she was lost in thought for a while, and when her friend finished her work, she put her phone down there.

"It's almost time, I should go back to work, why don't we disband on the spot?" Song Ange said.

"Ok."

Jian Zhiyan got up, Song Ange suddenly covered her stomach, her face was anxious, "Look at the things, I'm going to the bathroom."

He trotted away, and no one could be seen.

Jian Zhiyan had no choice but to sit down and wait. About 2 minutes later, Song Ange's phone vibrated, and the drinks on the table trembled with ripples.

Jian Zhiyan raised her eyes subconsciously, looked at it, and saw the notification pushed by Song Ange's mobile phone, with the word Lu Yin written on it.

She was surprised and wanted to see clearly, but the screen was turned off.

Why did Lu Yin send Song Ange a message?
When did they have contact in private?
Many questions stirred up in Jian Zhiyan's heart, and Jian Zhiyan even suspected that she was wrong.

She stared at the phone, as if she was facing an enemy, and spent a long time mentally building up. Just as she was about to reach out to take it over and look at it again, Song Ange suddenly came back.

"The air conditioner is blowing too cold, I feel like I'm having a stomachache."

The friend's complaint seemed to be separated by a layer of membrane, which could never reach her ears. Jian Zhiyan was a little dazed, not knowing how to answer, and Song Ange had already put the phone into her bag.

"Let's go."

For the next few days, Jian Zhiyan's life was chaotic. Lu Yin was on a business trip at this time, so he didn't see each other, and had little contact. Because of the lack of communication, he created invisible anxiety.

On the one hand, Jian Zhiyan didn't believe that her girlfriend's prying corner would happen to her. On the other hand, she couldn't convince herself why Song Ange and Lu Yin contacted in private.

Song Ange and Lu Yin have just met, and have only met three or four times in total. What secrets can they develop, and must they be kept from her?

Jian Zhiyan couldn't figure it out.

That's how people are, the more they don't understand, the more curious they become.

On the day of the birthday party, the guests came and went, and the performers sat on the high stools, leaning against the microphone, and sang affectionately. The scene was organized like a small concert, with lazy warmth.

Lu Yin had just got off the plane and was still on the way. Jian Zhiyan, as the heroine, walked among the guests, accepting smiles and blessings everywhere. It was clearly the scene she was looking forward to, but Jian Zhiyan was frequently distracted.

It seemed that she hadn't seen Song Ange for a while, Jian Zhiyan looked for it with her eyes, and finally saw the familiar figure in front of the long table where the gifts were placed.

Song Ange stared at a certain place on the table, lost in thought, not as lively as usual.

"Zhiyan, happy birthday!" Yuan Xinyue's appearance interrupted Jian Zhiyan's observation.

"Thank you." She smiled back and hugged Yuan Xinyue gently.

Afterwards, Yuan Xinyue gave way to someone who came after him.

"Let me introduce. This is the screenwriter of "Nightingale". Teacher Fang Yifang is also Director Zhang's wife. I heard that you came here specially for your birthday."

Fang Yi: "Zhiyan, happy birthday."

All the important people in the film and television industry came, Jian Zhiyan cheered up, and called out very politely, "Mr. Fang, thank you for coming."

Fang Yi looks over half a century old, but he has a very elegant demeanor, wearing a turquoise suit and skirt, smiling without airs.

"Because of emotion and reason, Lao Zhang should also come here, but he is too stern, and when he goes to a lively place, he will spoil the fun for others, so let's not take him to play."

This is a polite word. After all, because of Lu Yin's face, if he couldn't come, he had to come up with an explanation. Fang Yi's words were an explanation to Lu Yin, not to Jian Zhiyan.

But even so, whether it is a junior in the industry or a junior in age, Jian Zhiyan said sincerely.

"Recently, Director Zhang must be very busy preparing for a new play. There is no need to interrupt Director Zhang's train of thought for a small party. It's just that Teacher Fang can come, and I'm already very happy."

A flash of emotion flashed in Fang Yi's eyes. A few days ago, he heard the assistant director chatting with them, saying that he heard Lu Yin's voice in Jian Zhiyan's video. The two of them were nothing unusual, but they were just another favorite concubine of the financial lord. When we met today, they were young, but they were not pampered.

Fang Yi had a little more affection for Jian Zhiyan, and the three of them chatted enthusiastically for a while, when the staff came over and asked, "Someone sent a flower basket, Miss Jian, where can I put it?"

"We'll have a good chat when you join the group." Fang Yi sympathized with Jian Zhiyan's busyness.

Jian Zhiyan nodded, and left with the staff. It was a flower basket sent by the fun bakery manufacturer. She pointed to the position of the gift table and asked someone to carry the flowers over there.

Finally escaped, Jian Zhiyan subconsciously scanned the audience, only to realize that Song Ange had disappeared.