Chapter 1107 An unexpected apology

The familiar sky outside the car window is dark and gloomy, without any vitality; looking into the distance, it is covered with snow, the snow blown by the wind, dry, without moist luminosity, and it looks like there is no vitality.

Xianglin Town soon appeared in front of you. Song Wanpei once wanted to buy a villa in the Nanhu Forest Villa Community at the east end of Xianglin Town, but now he feels it is particularly disgusting.

Song Wanpei held her chin with her white wrist as white as snow, and looked out the window with her eyes dazed. Song Zuyu sent his Mercedes-Benz to pick her up. She didn't feel any honor. When the car turned into the cement corridor of Xianglin Town, Song Wanpei grabbed the upper cover on the seat and asked the driver to stop the car in front: "There is a little left, I'll just walk over..."

"It's very cold, so take the bus..." The agent who had been silent suddenly said, trying to stop Song Wanpei from getting off the bus. Seeing her apricot eyes showing anger, the agent turned his face and looked out the window and said, "Mr. Song told me that you really don't want to tear up the contract with the company, just let's have a meal the same as changing the company..."

Song Wanpei sat in her seat dejectedly. When she first debuted, she didn't know anything and signed a long-term contract with the company for fifteen years. When she saw the sinisterness of people's hearts, she realized that the fifteen-year contract was simply a piece of sales wedge. Don't look at her frank career in the past two years and her fame has increased greatly. The contract rewards given by advertisers and film contracts have hit new highs. However, due to the existence of the ten-year sales wedge, most of the income has flowed into the company. Her personal share is very limited. Unless she sells herself, she cannot afford to tear the brokerage contract.

This was probably the longest drive in the next round, and the driver also deliberately slowed down the speed. Even though Song Wanpei still had a hint of luxury of being happy, her heart couldn't help but feel cold as the frozen lake water, so cold that it made people tremble slightly.

The car drove into the villa park. Even though the huge manor-style villa park was covered with thick layer of snow, the luxury inside could still be seen. When he arrived at the villa near the shore of Nanhu Lake, Song Wanpei got out of the car with his coat, and then the car door was pulled up from the inside. The car drove slowly. Song Wanpei knew that the driver would drive away after she actually walked in.

It should have been this kind of awareness long ago. Song Wanpei took a deep breath of cold air, and felt that her stomach was cold. She walked up and rang the doorbell, and quickly opened the iron door painted into walnuts from the inside. A young man in a dark blue cotton coat showed his face from the inside, looked at Song Wanpei, and said, "Miss Song is here, Mr. Zhang is waiting for you in the living room..."

Song Wanpei subconsciously wanted to retreat, and the other end of the exquisitely decorated yard was a transparent glass door. Zhang Ke stood behind the glass door and stared at this side and was calling. He didn't know who he was calling, but Song Wanpei knew that he had no way out and could luckily hope that China Unicom's woman said so last night was not purely just to comfort her.

Seeing Zhang Ke wave to him behind the glass door, Song Wanpei had the idea of ​​running away from the desert, but forced herself to move forward.

"I thought Miss Song would come later," Zhang Ke clamped his phone into his neck and reached out to help Song Wanpei take over the jacket. Then he seemed to be talking to someone else again, "Well, that's right, she arrived earlier than I expected..."

Song Wanpei almost couldn't help but start to attack: Could it be that he was very mean in his eyes, and he couldn't wait to come to the door? Or handed the smoky gray tweed coat to Zhang Ke and hung it on the mirror frame in the entrance hall. Then he noticed that the young man who opened the door just now did not follow him. Through the glass door, he could see him going around from the right side of the stairs to the side of the villa. He knew that there was also a bodyguard room or a worker's room in the villa. She and Zhang Ke were the only ones in the living room, but I was afraid that there was really no one else in the whole building.

"Then I'll hang up the phone first..." Zhang Ke finished the call, held his cell phone in his hand, and said with a smile to Song Wanpei, "I originally sent someone to pick up Miss Song, but I realized that I forgot to ask Miss Song's address in Beijing yesterday..." Song Wanpei asked her to walk in, and saw her taking off her tweed windbreaker, wearing a tender purple jacket and a small jacket in her arms. She was wearing a smoky gray wool robe. She was wearing a sturdy jeans on her lower body, thinking that she could probably see the sturdy belt on her waist when she opened her top.

Looking at Zhang Ke, Song Wanpei felt as uncomfortable as she slashed her heart, and she didn't feel like she was pretending to be laughing. She just hoped that the nightmare would wake up quickly.

"Ms. Song should be hungry. I didn't expect Miss Song to arrive so early. It will take half an hour to have lunch. I hope Miss Song will not feel neglected. Do you want me to accompany Miss Song to visit first?" Zhang Ke asked.

Seeing Zhang Ke's eyes falling on the stairs upstairs, Song Wanpei shuddered. How dare he go upstairs with him? He squeezed out a bitter smile and said, "Yesterday I didn't know Mount Tai and misunderstood Mr. Zhang. I hope Mr. Zhang is a large number of masters. The French restaurant in the Foreign Capital Hotel in Xianglin Town specially invited a chef from France. I hope Mr. Zhang can give me a chance to apologize..."

"What a coincidence, the French chef at Guodu Hotel just invited me to prepare Chinese food. It seems that my intention to please Miss Song is really in vain. This chef is still a blonde and blue-eyed beauty. It is said that cooking skills have reached a certain level and are very appreciative. Miss Song doesn't mind accompanying me to visit the performance of the beautiful French chef?" Zhang Ke asked with a smile.

Song Wanpei wanted to escape from the living room where he was alone with Zhang Ke. He wanted to pluck his legs and walked towards the kitchen. He turned over a wall carved with sandalwood in a straw-written wall, which was the extremely luxurious restaurant. The kitchen was on the other end of the restaurant. You could see a French blonde chef wearing a white chef's uniform, preparing dishes with his head down slightly, and an assistant was shaping a small plate of paste similar to mashed potatoes.

Song Wanpei didn't have the heart to appreciate the skills of the French beautiful chef. She just felt that there was a little more security when someone else was present. She pretended to be surprised and almost got close to the French beautiful chef. The French beautiful chef was too attentive. When Song Wanpei walked to her, she was shocked to see her, but she asked Zhang Ke with surprise.

Song Wanpei didn't understand a word, thinking that she was speaking French, right? Seeing that the assistant wearing chef's clothes was still styling the mashed potatoes, she seemed to have no intention of looking up to help translate, she thought to herself: I can't communicate with the beautiful French chef, how can I help her overcome the difficulties in front of me? Song Wanpei didn't expect that Zhang Ke would say something she could not understand at all. He really didn't expect that the bullfight who was hit by a thousand swords could speak French. Seeing that they were chatting happily there, their eyes were floating on themselves from time to time. Song Wanpei only felt that when he walked into this villa, he was looking forward to a savior, and that was just a little girl would be innocent!

"I told Kelina that you admire her skill in cooking French cuisine, and even told a small lie, saying that I specially invited her to prepare this French Chinese meal at the request of yours. I also said that you are a very famous domestic film and television star, and that you have the opportunity to make her a Chinese movie when she became a top chef in French cuisine at a young age. She was very happy about this and said that you would ask you to take a photo for her after lunch so that her French friends would know that she had made a big star friend in China..." After chatting with the beautiful French chef, Zhang Ke casually told Song Wanpei about the content of their conversation.

Song Wanpei looked at the beautiful French chef with kindness in her eyes, and she really couldn't bear to tell her the truth. The two of them couldn't speak, and they couldn't tell her the truth...

"Okay, let's not disturb the chef's work anymore. Let's wait to taste the chef's skills." Zhang Ke reached out and invited Song Wanpei out of the slightly narrow kitchen. Before her fingers were touching Song Wanpei's shoulders, she saw her flashing forward as if she was about to stab her needle. At this time, someone walked into the outside. Song Wanpei was startled and hid to the side. She turned around and turned backwards. She realized that she had hit Zhang Ke. She turned around and saw Zhang Ke covering her chest with her hands and smiling bitterly: "I understand. Miss Song was not here to apologize, but to take revenge..."

Song Wanpei didn't think Zhang Ke's words were funny at all. He just thought that he was about to make his shameless request here, and then suddenly became panicked. He only saw the person walking in whispering a few words in Zhang Ke's ears, as if his ears were deaf, and he couldn't hear what he was saying, but only saw an evil smile on the corner of Zhang Ke's mouth.

"Okay, all the guests are here, you can officially taste the skills of the beautiful French chef..." Zhang Ke said with a smile on his hands.

"Oh," Song Wanpei responded like a zombie, and almost woke up with a trembling sound at the same time, "What, are there other guests?"

"I originally planned to invite Ms. Song to apologize alone," Zhang Ke said with a smile, "It's just a coincidence that a friend happened to come to Beijing, so I couldn't help but entertain me. Ms. Song didn't think I was inadequate, right?"

"..." Song Wanpei had no idea what to say at this time. She followed the wooden carving wall and just wanted to restore some strength to walk. When she heard the sound of cars coming in from outdoors, she thought that there were really other guests coming. She noticed that the many dishes prepared by the French and American chef in the kitchen were not completely eliminated by two people. She felt that her body was soft and she was about to collapse, without any strength. Looking at the evil smile on the corner of Zhang Ke's mouth, she suddenly felt so hatred in her heart. She had hated her before, but now she hated her. There might be a slight difference between the two hatreds.

"Ms. Song should believe that I didn't mean it yesterday, right?" Zhang Ke suddenly leaned into Song Wanpei's ear and said softly, then walked out, and did not forget to instruct the staff, "Take Miss Song to the dressing room, maybe Miss Song needs some makeup..."

When Song Wanpei went out, she wanted to ruin her appearance. How could she deal with herself? Hearing Zhang Ke say this, she felt that the chest that hit him with an elbow yesterday was still vaguely painful.
Chapter completed!