Lord Fu’s Forensic Wife

Of course, this was said to Manager Zhou.

Success, I'll arrange it now!

Obviously, the big boss wants to save Jing Yunhe.

The boss has already issued an order, why don't you hurry up and do it?

As soon as Zhou Huan left, Pei Tianting didn't stay long. Before leaving, he patted Jing Yunhe's shoulder solemnly:

come on!

Thanks!

Su Zhixiao also smiled, and poured a glass of water from the water dispenser nearby and handed it to Jing Yunhe:

Mr. Jing, drink some water.

Jing Yunhe didn't dare to reach out to pick it up, but looked at the big boss first.

Sure enough, the big boss's complexion was not very good, especially the way he looked at him, but it was tm sharp and very penetrating.

Thank you sister-in-law, I'm not thirsty.

Believe it or not, you will die miserably in an instant?

Su Zhixiao is not stupid, how could he not see it?

He rolled his eyes at someone, then stepped forward and directly stuffed the water glass into Jing Yunhe's hand:

Mr. Jing, you're welcome. I still need Mr. Jing's help.

After the words fell, Jing Yunhe had already stood up before he could react:

Sister-in-law, just do what you say!

sweat.

Sit down, sit down first.

oh.

Sit down again.

Su Zhixiao sighed:

I have a few friends who are your fans, and they want your autographed photo, is that okay?

Huh? Autographed photo?

Yes!

Good guy, almost scared to death.

Of course Jing Yunhe would not disagree:

I don't have a photo with me. I will sign it when I go back. Do I need to sign it?

to sign?

Sorry, some don't quite understand.

Looking at the man for help, he lowered his head and laughed.

Fu Jiyan! shouted softly.

However, the previously suppressed breath was gone.

Jing Yunhe also breathed a sigh of relief:

Sister-in-law, to sign is to add your own name when signing, which represents a kind of hope from fans, as well as encouragement from idols to fans.

To put it simply, it is an idol's signature, but this signature is more targeted, only for a certain fan.

Oh, that's how it is.

In fact, I still don’t know much about it, but I can probably hear it, that is, before signing the idol’s name, write the fan’s name first.

In the past, I really didn't know it was still possible.

Add it, add it.

Jing Yunhe glanced at his big boss again. Fortunately, the big boss didn't shoot the knife in the eye at this moment.

Sister-in-law, what are the names of your friends?

Su Zhixiao hastily pulled a piece of paper from the table next to him, and took a pen:

I'll write to you.

After everything was ready, Jing Yunhe's manager arrived.

I didn't come before, not because I didn't care about Jing Yunhe, but mainly because I went to contact the major partners, came here in a hurry, and ran like the kind who couldn't catch my breath.

Yunhe, are you okay? asked.

Jing Yunhe shook his head:

never mind.

The agent has been taking Jing Yunhe with him from the first day he entered the industry. It has been more than ten years, and of course he has feelings.

Cough, pure brotherhood!

At this moment, he suddenly glanced away, almost biting his tongue:

Old boss?

After shouting, I really bit it.

The man nodded casually, and then gave orders in an orderly manner:

Take him away first, and I will let the bodyguards escort you. In the next few days, don't come out or make a sound.

Jing Yunhe's manager nodded repeatedly:

Okay, good boss, but fans of the real estate under Yun He's name know it, I'm afraid.

The man raised his eyebrows slightly, then said coldly:

Follow the bodyguard!