Although she knew the fact that Jiang Beihan liked men early in the morning, she also knew that there would be no possibility between her and Jiang Beihan, but she just couldn't control herself ...

Thinking of it, Song Wen sighed, stretched out his hands and rubbed his aching head.

She grew up like this for the first time, but she did not expect it to be the result.

…………

At this time, Song Wenxin's cell phone in the bedside table drawer suddenly sounded a ringtone.

She got up from the sofa, walked to the bedside table, opened the drawer, and took the cell phone out of it.

At first glance, a strange number of telephone numbers was displayed on the screen.

Song Wenxin was puzzled, and then answered the phone.

"Hey?"

"I'm Jozey."

On the phone, Qiao Zezhi's voice came out, and Song Wen was startled ...

Qiao Zezhi called her?

"Do you have anything?" She returned to God and asked him quickly.

Qiao Zezhi would take the initiative to call her, there must be nothing good.

"It's nothing, it's the movie costume. I heard you've designed it?" At the end of the phone, Qiao Zezhi's tone seemed very lazy.

"Yes, the clothes are already in production, and they will be ready before the movie starts!" Song Wen answered.

"You don't let me see the final design, what if I'm not satisfied?" Qiao Zezhi asked.

"You sent me the mailbox, I'll send it to you in a while!" Song Wenxin was not in a good mood and did not plan to talk to him.

"No, I want to talk to you face to face!" Qiao Zezhi rejected Song Wenxin's request.

"..." She thought that direct email seemed more convenient and time-saving!

"I finished filming at five o'clock in the afternoon, and then I will send you the address, and you will see me with the design." Qiao Zezhi continued.

Song Wenxin opened his mouth and just wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Qiao Zezhi.

"That's it, I'll wait for you ~" After that, the call was hung up.

Song Wenxin held the mobile phone petrochemical ...

Can he listen to others?

Although not very willing to go, but seeing that she is not busy now, Song Wenxin had no choice but to go for a trip!

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At four o'clock in the afternoon, Song Wenxin received a text message on his mobile phone.

This is the address of a restaurant from Zoezer.

After looking at the address, Song Wenxin understood, sorted things out, and went out with a shoulder bag.

She originally planned to go by taxi, but as soon as she stepped out of the villa, she was stopped by a bodyguard, and then she called the driver for her.

Song Wenxin didn't refuse either. It was inconvenient to take a taxi here, making it easier for Jiangbeihan's driver to deliver.

…………

Because it was at the peak of work, Song Wenxin was unfortunately blocked on the road, and it was a half hour.

Song Wenxin was sitting in the car and looking out the window. There were a lot of cars outside. At this time, the water was blocked.

She glanced at her phone and it was exactly five o'clock in the afternoon.

She will be late soon ...

Just then, her cell phone rang again, and it was Qiao Zezhi's phone number.

As soon as Song Wenxin connected the phone, there was a complaint from a big star.

"Where are you?"

"There is a traffic jam on the road, it may be a bit late." Song Wenxin glanced out the window, then said helplessly.

"Do you mean to let me wait for you? My time is precious. Do you know how much I will charge for ten minutes of attending the event?" Qiao Zezhi said dissatisfied.

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