Chapter 968 Recommended to Enter the Great Hall

Intimidating and luring Zong Sheng away, Yun Xiangxiang believed that Zong Sheng would not dare to squeeze Zong Qirui too much.

"My wife looked so beautiful just now." Song Mian unknowingly stood behind Yun Xiangxiang, and stretched out his hands to hold her in his arms.

Yun Xiangxiang rolled his eyes: "Mr. Song, are you praising yourself?"

She deliberately released the pressure on Zong Sheng just now. This was when she accompanied Song Mian to various places at the end of last year. By chance, she saw Song Mian treat some subordinates who were a little arrogant, deliberately imitating one or two.

A low and deep laugh overflowed from Song Mian's throat: "I'm very happy, my wife is paying close attention to me."

Yun Xiangxiang broke away from him, turned his head and gave him a smirk: "Mr. Song, you really think too much, I'll go outside with you, let's get to know each other, besides you, I only know Song Yao, the reason why I look at you , because your face is prettier than Song Yao's."

Just approaching, Song Yao, who planned to report the matter to Song Mian, staggered and almost lost his footing.

Does he look ugly?

Bah, bah, bah, he's not ugly, I can only blame the young master for being too handsome!

"What's the matter?" Song Mian didn't play around with Yun Xiangxiang, because he caught the seriousness between Song Yao's brows.

"Master, Tang Zhiyu has escaped." Song Yao said in a steady voice, "Three parties chased him down, but Tang Zhiyu managed to break out of the siege and was seriously injured. I personally led people to search the place where he disappeared and lost his way. "

"Someone saved him," Song Mian was sure.

"He was also shot very close to the heart." Song Yao said hesitantly, "It may not be possible to save his life."

"No one would make an effort to save a dead person." Song Mian's eyes became colder.

"Besides..." Song Yao paused before saying, "The old man of the Tang family issued a hunting order."

"Pursuing or blocking?" Song Mian's lips raised slightly, and a beam of cold light flashed across.

Song Yao lowered his head and remained silent.

"Whether it's chasing or blocking, he can no longer use any of the Tang family's contacts from now on. The hunting order has been issued. Even if he is dead, Mr. Tang can only recognize him." Song Mian ordered quietly, "A carpet search, the person who will save him at this time must be someone who has a grudge against the Song family."

"Yes." Song Yao responded, then turned and left.

"A Mian..." Yun Xiangxiang looked at Song Mian worriedly.

"It's okay, he was seriously injured, and he won't recover in a few months. He has no time to make trouble at our wedding." Song Mian's face softened, and he said softly to Yun Xiangxiang.

"It's just that I have arranged a patient here, and the operation is imminent. You go abroad first, and I will come to find you in two days."

"It's okay, you also said that he will have to lie down for a few months, you don't need to come to me, there are still many things to do about the wedding, I am already very guilty for not staying at this time, if you delay your business for me, I will make it even worse I feel uneasy." Yun Xiang looked at Song Mian, "You have to trust me, I am not a weak woman with no power to restrain a chicken."

"it is good."

Now that Yun Xiangxiang said this, Song Mian naturally believed her, but he still had to make some careful arrangements in secret.

Even when going abroad, Yun Xiangxiang took Song Mian's private jet. The private jet was highly configurable. Yun Xiangxiang didn't have to catch the plane, so he could make reasonable arrangements to save some time and rest more.

After all, he was going to be a bride when he came back, and Yun Xiangxiang didn't expect that he would look haggard.

This time when he came abroad, Yun Xiangxiang obviously felt the change. Almost everywhere he went, there would be enthusiastic fans at home and abroad, not limited to Chinese. They all remembered Yun Xiangxiang, a young and beautiful girl from China, the "Oriental Angel" who was once known only in the United States, and this time became famous internationally.

The endorsement talks went very smoothly, and the treatment was surprisingly good. Among He Wei's choices, he chose the best three.

Yun Xiangxiang was so busy that she took three promotional photos and two sets of advertisements in half a month, which made her hair almost dry. Song Qian took good care of this, otherwise Yun Xiangxiang would not have thought that there would be how bad.

It was already mid-July, and Yun Xiangxiang was relieved to see that there was still the last advertisement left.

"It's been hard work." He Wei looked at the unhappy Yun Xiangxiang, showing a fatherly smile.

In the past few days, Yun Xiangxiang has been tossing hard enough, but there is nothing he can do about it. There are not many people in this circle who have such a status as Yun Xiangxiang, and there are not many people who are so leisurely.

It was rare to have a day off today, so He Wei brought Yun Xiangxiang to a special restaurant to enjoy the good time in the music city.

"Brother Wei, do you have Qianqian?" Yun Xiangxiang asked weakly, the joy on He Wei's face was too obvious.

Song Qian's eyes widened instantly, and she blurted out: "If I have one, it's definitely not his."

He Wei's face suddenly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Pfft." Yun Xiangxiang was healed immediately, and looked at He Wei with disgust. He had created such a good opportunity for him, but he still couldn't win anyone. He hasn't eaten meat until now.

Tsk tut, sympathize for a second.

Receiving Yun Xiangxiang's contemptuous gaze, He Wei's hands were itchy and he wanted to hit someone: "I've only been chasing you for a year, unlike your husband who has been chasing you for several years, and he didn't eat it after all the evidence."

"My husband is only thirty years old, but brother Wei, you are forty!" Can you compare?

He Wei: ...

This horrible child was no longer that cute Yun Xiangxiang.

Unable to offend the two women, He Wei could only change the subject: "This year, the movie we recommend to the Grand Hall for the Best International Award this year is "Flying to the Branches". Joseph."

"The nominations haven't come out yet. Every year, our country recommends movies for competition, but so far, our country has only won an award fifteen years ago." Yun Xiangxiang didn't understand why He Wei was so excited, "Joseph is even a judge. Chairman, you will not favor me just because you have a little appreciation for me."

"Most of the movies that were pushed in the past were high-grossing movies in China, but there were no splashes in foreign countries. This time, our "Flying to the Branches" is different. It not only has high box-offices at home and abroad, but also has connotations." He Wei Pretty good about this movie.

Just like a simple fairy tale, its meaning is profound and wide, and anyone can understand it, and can understand it deeply after savoring it carefully.

Moreover, it combines some Chinese and Western cultures, and there is a kind of good wish for friendship between China and the West expressed in it. He has vaguely heard that the theme of this year's hall is peace.

This is undoubtedly an added advantage for their movies.

"I've asked Deng Yang to design a dress for you." He Wei felt that this red carpet would never be able to escape.

"Brother Wei, not to mention how difficult it is for us to compete for this award, even if we win it, it will only be awarded to the director."