The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress novel Chapter 600

Chapter 600: 233 came to Beijing, gathered _2

Dean Jian put the notebook aside on the adjacent stand and suddenly remembered something, “Do you want to shoot some Jiangyin content?”

“Jiangyin…” Pu Xiaohan paused, the moment she saw those two paintings coming out of the elevator, a special idea had occurred to her.

Jiangyin was already a school with a rich history.

The two were talking.

Old Hu, who had just handed a bottle of milk to the only child on set, trembled at his hand. He could understand Bai Lian, after all, he had guessed Bai Lian’s identity back then.

But—

Who was the girl that called Jian Zhongyou “Grandpa Jian” as soon as they met?

He unconsciously tightened his grip on the milk bottle, watching Pu Xiaohan’s retreating figure.

Pu Xiaohan was pondering the possibilities for a new video when she turned around to see Old Hu and Jiang He each holding the top and the bottom half of a milk carton.

She was puzzled, was this a gesture of giving or not?

Following Pu Xiaohan’s gaze, Old Hu realized he was still holding the milk and quickly let go, “Kid, you drink.”

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Bai Lian and Yan Lu also hadn’t seen each other in a long while. After recording, they ate lunch at a private restaurant next to Jiangyin.

Yan Lu could be recognized on the streets at any time now, making it less convenient for her to get around.

Xinjie didn’t disturb the small gathering, waiting outside for Yan Lu to finish eating.

When they came out, Xinjie greeted Bai Lian and the others before driving Yan Lu back to the hotel.

Yan Lu had to attend a gala that evening and was in a rush to get there.

“I just finalized the plans with the company,” Xinjie said from the driver’s seat, telling Yan Lu about the recent arrangements, “These songs have been included in the ‘Gambling with Liquor’ album and submitted for the Hua Qu Award.”

This year, Yan Lu’s success in both television dramas and music meant the company would not let slip this popularity.

Yan Lu took off her mask and fisherman’s hat and picked up the script in the car, looking up upon hearing this, “But these songs have all been released separately.”

The number of songs was barely enough to meet the requirements.

“Yes, but the organizer personally called me,” Xinjie sighed, “The music scene has declined in recent years, and the Hua Qu Award has lost much of its impact, you are their special invitee.”

As the door opened, the chandelier light poured over him.

In the living room, Jiang He sat on the carpet, engrossed in a jigsaw puzzle.

Bai Lian sat cross-legged beside him, passing him the puzzle pieces he needed. Her white skirt spread across the carpet, blooming with colorful poppies.

Her right wrist was casually placed on her knee, the knee supporting a book, while her left hand casually tossed puzzle pieces to Jiang He.

Under the chandelier light, she seemed enveloped in a diffused glow, exuding an air of leisurely grace.

It was a portrait of peaceful times.

When Bai Lian looked up and saw Jiang Fulai standing at the doorway, she leisurely turned a page, “Awake?”

“Yeah,” Jiang Fulai walked over to them, kneeling beside her, elegant and noble, looking down at the book she was reading, “Why didn’t you call me when you got back?”

It was rare for Bai Lian to not be looking at literature; she was reading the original “Don Quixote,” which she had borrowed from Jiang University’s library.

“You rarely sleep this long.”

“These last few days have indeed been busy,” Jiang Fulai spoke.