CEO's Imprisoned Wife

Song Junjie sorted out his thoughts, then slowly opened his mouth and said, "Mr. Wei, I just heard part of the conversation between you and ling'er. I want to tell you some of my personal views from the doctor's point of view."

Wei Zhe rubbed the center of his eyebrows, and then gave a heavy hum.

"Mr. Wei, let's go out and talk." Song Junjie glanced at Wei Ling, followed Wei Zhe behind and went to the living room.

"Now you can say it." Wei Zhe sat on the sofa, frowning. Although he was relaxed, he still gave people a dignity that was difficult to look at directly.

Song Junjie sat opposite and said slowly, "Mr. Wei, I think it's necessary for me to explain to you about ling'er's physical condition."

"Recently, even here, ling'er's hidden diseases have continued to attack, and are more and more affected by emotions. It is preliminarily estimated that ling'er she..."

Song Junjie looked at Wei Zhe's statement, paused and continued: "it's unusually cold this winter. Linger is likely to..."

Song Junjie's words didn't break, but Wei Zhe knew what he didn't finish.

"Is there no way?"

Song Junjie shook his head, "the only way is to try not to let ling'er's mood be as excited as just now, otherwise the shorter the time interval between attacks, the worse it will be for her."

Wei Zhe closed his eyes and his face was solemn.

"Mr. Wei, whether from the perspective of a doctor or linger, I hope you'd better follow linger's wishes during this period of time, so that it will be a better choice for either side."

For a long time, Wei Zhe was not talking, but song Junjie could see that the great man in front of him was obviously getting older after hearing that his daughter would die soon.

"That's all. I'll go first. After ling'er wakes up, you can help me tell her that everything is up to her."

A touch of hope appeared in Wei Zhe's eyes, looked at Song Junjie and said, "doctor song, please let her feel better about linger."

Song Junjie nodded, "I will."

In the room, song Junjie handed the cooked porridge to Wei Ling, who had just woke up, and told her the good news.

"Dr. Song, what you said is true? Dad, he really agreed to help Song Yang?"

Wei Ling's eyes lit up and confirmed it again and again.

Song Junjie raised his mouth and said with a smile, "not only that, but Mr. Wei also agreed that you can leave here to find him when you are ready this time."

"Really? Ha ha, I'm really happy. Thank you, Dr. Song. You must have said a lot of good things to my father for me." Wei Ling's small face was full of excitement and excitement.

It's great to be with Song Yang every day.

"But don't be happy too early, because I will be with you." Song Junjie said with a smile, "in fact, Mr. Wei cares about you very much. In order to protect your safety, he specially asked me to follow you."

For being able to help Wei Ling in this regard, song Junjie is really happy for her.

I was not brave enough, so I let go of her hand. This time I can help Wei Ling, which is a small explanation of my regret in the past.

"Don't worry, Dr. Song. In fact, my illness is really just an accident. With sister Shaner by my side, I'll be fine. She used to be a nurse."

Wei Ling said with a smile. Unexpectedly, song Junjie had changed his face.

"Shaner? Linger, are you talking about Luo Shaner?" Song Junjie hurriedly asked.

When Luo Shaner came here a few days ago, he left for something, so he didn't know the news that Luo Shaner had come to Paris.

Wei Ling nodded and asked, "why? Does Dr. Song know sister Shaner, too?"

"Ling'er, who else are you with these days besides Shan'er?"

Wei Ling thought for a moment and said, "well, there are Shaner's boyfriend Yan Haoyuan, Rong Hao and Tang Xiangdong. They are all Shaner's predecessors. In Song Yang's play, they are responsible for costume design."

When Wei Ling was unconscious, Zhuge Xiaoxiao came back, and she picked it up early in the morning, so she didn't know there was Zhuge Xiaoxiao.

Song Junjie looked a little different.

"Dr. Song, what's the matter with you? You don't know them too?" Wei Ling asked.

Song Junjie picked up the corner of his mouth and said, "well, I know you."

"Ling'er, have a good rest first. When you are well in a few days, you can leave here."

In the evening, the hotel.

Song Yang, who had slept for most of the day, woke up slowly, and the phone at the head of the bed rang in good time.

Looking at the remark name, Song Yang's nerves woke up completely.

"Hello, Mr. Wei." after a pause, Song Yang answered the phone.

Wei Zhe's slightly hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone: "emperor villa, I'll give you three months."

Then he hung up.

Soon, a phone came in and told Song Yang that the emperor villa welcomed Song Yang's crew to shoot at any time.

After hanging up, Song Yang was still shocked by the news. Then he realized that Wei Ling must be helping him intercede with Wei Zhe.

Thinking of Wei Ling, Song Yang felt a burst of remorse and guilt.

However, soon Song Yang was full of fighting spirit.

He must cheer up for all those who care about him.

Song Yang called the crew and told everyone to go to the emperor villa tomorrow.

At the same time, we also contacted some main creators in China and told them to come to Paris as soon as possible.

Everything is going on in an orderly way.

Emperor villa is just adjacent to Jingyang Hotel, but emperor villa is naturally more advanced than Jingyang hotel.

When Song Yang met Xie Hong at the door with a crowd, he disdained to give him a scornful look and walked frantically into the emperor's villa.

Looking at this scene, Xie Hong's teeth itch with hatred.

He managed to grab Jingyang hotel from Song Yang. Unexpectedly, he could find God Emperor villa.

You know, as a private villa area, Emperor villa is not open to the outside world at all.

"I don't know what song yang tried, but he was able to get the emperor's villa as the shooting point." Rong Qian said faintly.

Xie Hong said coldly, "hum, so what? Even if he entered the emperor's villa and compared his strength, he still couldn't compare with me."

If Rong Hao were here, he would certainly sneer at Xie Hong. Who gave him so much confidence.

The main creators on both sides have successively entered the group, and Luo Shaner and his party have already moved into the villa.

Since Yuan Yu came, Luo Shaner has been with him. On the one hand, he helps him match clothes, on the other hand, he constantly modifies the design draft.

Fortunately, she has done her homework in advance. With the modification of Tang Xiangdong and Rong Hao, it can be regarded as a perfect series.

Rong Hao's figure is excellent. He is naturally a clothes rack. Wearing the clothes designed by Luo Shaner is even more perfect.

Even Song Yang, a perfect controller, couldn't help praising him.

Well, he wouldn't say that the clothes designed by his family's Shaner are definitely the most perfect clothes.

Half a month later, the shooting has been officially put on the agenda. As a director, Song Yang always tries his best to do it himself, almost perfect.

On that day, a group of people were filming a falling scene in the swimming pool. The hostess was a newcomer named Mo Xue.

There was a cold wind in the air, and the pool water was cold to the bone. Mo Xue jumped several times in succession, but he still couldn't meet Song Yang's requirements.

"Are you a piece of wood? Look, pay attention to your expression. Now you've been broken up and show some sad expression, OK?"

As soon as he met his job, Song Yang immediately turned into a violent maniac, holding a big horn in his hand, beating and scolding Mo Xue.

Mo Xue's body was already trembling, but she still hardened her eyebrows and said with a grin: "sorry, director, let's do it again."

With that, Mo Xue put her towel aside, stood back to the pool and took a deep breath.

"Card!"

When Mo Xue was about to jump, Luo Shaner couldn't see it. He grabbed Song Yang's horn and shouted card.

Then he hurried to Mo Xue, took a towel and surrounded her, and then took off his coat and put it on her.

"Shaner, what are you doing?" Song Yang felt a strong sense of helplessness, but looking at the stubborn expression on Luo Shaner's small face, he didn't have any way.

Luo Shaner held Mo Xue and rubbed her palm to help her warm up.

Mo Xue looked at Song Yang's angry appearance and shrunk her head in fear.

"Song Yang, it's so cold that Mo Xue has danced many times. Her body can't stand it if it goes on like this. Look at everyone. They've been frozen outside for so long. Even if they continue to shoot, they can't meet the standard you want. You can wait until the weather is warmer."

Luo Shaner hid Mo Xue behind him and said stubbornly.

"Wait? Shaner, there's no way to wait for some things, and it's impossible to delay time on the pretext that the weather is cold and so bad. If it comes down like this, it's windy and rainy, cold and hot. Don't you have to drag it down every day? When will it end?"

Song Yang's face was not very good, and then pointed to Mo Xue and said, "you should be surprised. It's not that the weather is too cold, but that your acting skills are too bad. If you reach the designated position at one time, naturally you don't have to jump so many times, and everyone on the crew doesn't have to be frozen here to wait for you."

"Yes, I'm sorry, director. I'll try my best next time." Mo Xue lowered her head, her eyes were red, and she apologized for a while.

"Forget it, forget it, forget it."

It was unbearable for Luo Shaner to stare at him. Song Yang waved helplessly and signaled everyone to finish work.

"Come on, let's make a good ginger soup for everyone. Let's drink more and warm up."

Zhuge Xiaoxiao and Rong Hao put insulated buckets on the table at the door and distributed hot soup to the staff.

Luo Shaner came to the roof with a cup of ginger soup in his hand and handed it to Song Yang standing by the railing.

"Well, have a drink to warm up."

Song Yang gave a faint hum, and then took it. He was not afraid of scalding and drank it all in one gulp.

"Well, I just contradicted you in front of so many people. Aren't you angry?"