The vest of the almighty boss can't hide it

Chapter 103 Like a Mysterious Woman

Hong Meng: "I'm curious about your past."

Hongmeng's humanoid system and deep learning system were only fully formed half a year ago. Before that, it was just a bunch of data.

His understanding of Lin Yan's past came from the information she gave.

"Curiosity killed Hong Meng." Lin Yan said.

"Obviously it killed the cat." Hong Meng muttered, "The information says that you once encountered a major crisis."

Lin Yan narrowed his eyes, remembering that night full of blood and danger.

The sound of a phone call interrupted her memory.

It was Lu Jia, who complained about standing for a long time while recording the show.

"Didn't you mean to play the same game with the winners?"

"Oh, that's what I said. Song Shiyu was half an hour late. We all put on our makeup and we've been waiting for her. Finally, it took another hour for her to put on makeup. I almost fell asleep. Then I started recording , we only went on stage for a few minutes, and we probably didn’t have many scenes in the cut.”

Lin Yan smiled, recording a show with amateurs is a gimmick, how could Song Shiyu allow others to steal the scene from her.

"Anyway, it's fine if you can be on TV, let your parents see your ability."

Lu Jia hummed heavily, and then said nervously, "I'm nervous because I will have an accompaniment for the concert in a few days."

"Why are you nervous?" Lin Yan parted his pink lips lightly, "She may not actually sing."

"Ah? How do you know?"

"Nothing, guess."

Lin Yan hung up the phone.

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Song Shiyu was furious after returning to the room, picked up the scissors and cut the skirt to pieces.

Assistants, bodyguards and agents exchange innocent glances.

Obviously she chose the clothes herself.

She was photographed by a fan when she went out, and it was posted on the Internet, causing ridicule from the crowd, saying that no matter how big-name clothes she wore, she looked like she was picked up from a street stall.

Song Shiyu debuted a few years ago, she can get what she wants, but her appearance has been criticized by others.

She is a daughter herself, and she has a good figure, so how can she have no temperament?
It's all because the stylist is not good, thanks to him being so expensive.

Sister Hong hid in the bathroom and made a phone call.

Meng Zhuoyun said helplessly: "Why does she have to change her stylist again? She has already changed several...Okay, okay, I understand."

After hanging up the phone, Xie Yun asked, "What's wrong?"

"Song Shiyu," Meng Zhuoyun said angrily, "There were a lot of things when I first came here, and everyone on the same floor was driven away, and now they are arguing about changing the stylist. I have to go to comfort her."

Xie Yun smiled and captured the name from his mind.

I saw her debut rehearsal a few years ago, and I didn't think it was very good at the time.

It's all so hot now.

"Miss, everyone has a temper. I'll go with you."

Meng Zhuoyun joked: "Big police officer, this doesn't suit your temper. Could it be that you want to pick someone up?"

"Fuck her?" The corners of Xie Yun's mouth rose, and there was a little frivolity in Taohua's eyes, "I don't like her."

"Hey, I've heard people say you're romantic all these years, and I haven't seen you bring back a girl. What kind of girl can catch your eye?"

Xie Yun smiled, and flipped on the lighter, the jumping flames reflected his delicate side face, his eyes were hidden in the shadows, and he couldn't see the emotions inside.

"Women are like books. I don't like to know the end after turning the first page."

"Your boy is an occupational disease. I can tell. You like mysterious women who are as exciting as solving crimes."

Xie Yun's eyebrows stretched, and after careful consideration, he was very satisfied with Meng Zhuoyun's statement.

When she arrived at the hotel, Song Shiyu was losing her temper, and she threw pillows and clothes all over the floor.

"Oh, what are you doing? Isn't it satisfying to let you live alone with this floor covered?" Meng Zhuoyun started to get dizzy as soon as he arrived.

But facing the most popular artist in the company, he can only appease him.

"Changed the stylist to me, how many times have I been ridiculed because of him."

Meng Zhuoyun scratched his head, the stylist is not bad, and Song Shiyu's figure is not bad, so what is the problem?

But the concert is just around the corner, so he can only fool around: "Change, definitely change, at least wait until the concert is over, at this juncture, who do I go to?"

While he was coaxing, Xie Yun slowly walked in.

As soon as Song Shiyu raised her head, most of the anger in her heart was vented, and she gave Meng Zhuoyun a complaining look, with a smile on her lips.

"Brother Xie Yun."

"You know me?" Xie Yunqi asked.

(End of this chapter)