Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

The quality of sleep this night was extremely poor.

Meng Dong has passed, and the weather is getting colder and colder, Jiang Zhi's mentality is getting worse and worse. He has been trapped for a long time throughout the day and is always unable to raise his energy.

In the bamboo garden of Fushengju, tea was changed from pot to pot, and the vice president of China Entertainment was already impatient.

"Why hasn't Director Jiang here yet?"

The secretary behind him stepped forward: "Director Jiang's assistant called and said that Director Jiang had a cold last night and was unwell, and he would arrive later."

China Entertainment is the largest entertainment company in China except Xue Jiabaoguang and Luo Jiatianxing. The vice president is Jin Song, the brother of current chairman Jin Lei.

Thirty-five years old, with a good appearance, Jin Song's reputation is also very good in the circle. First, he is good at acting, and second, it is his fame.

After waiting for half an hour, Jin Song was naturally dissatisfied: "This Jiang Zhi, the shelf is really big."

Next to him, sat a woman, an extremely beautiful woman.

"Mr. Jin," she poured him a cup of tea and said softly, "Don't worry, have a cup of tea first."

The woman calls Su Chan, an artist of China Entertainment. She is from a minority nationality. She has three to four exotic styles in her appearance, but she is soft and graceful. The beauty is just right. Such a look is in the beauty of the entertainment industry. Rare. She was born as a martial arts stand-in, and only had four years of debut, but she is the youngest actress in China Entertainment.

Jin Song calmed down a bit, his phone rang, and he got up to pick it up outside.

"Have the few people I picked signed?"

The person on the phone replied, "Tang Yinyin and Fang Zhi were signed away by Baoguang."

These two people are both Star Star's artists. After Star Star's Self-Entertainment scandal, the stock has plummeted, and many of its artists have terminated their contracts.

The downward **** of Tianxing will take some time. If the artist who terminates the contract is strong enough, he can set up a studio. If there are not enough coffee positions, he can only find another owner. Baoguang and China Entertainment have the best strength, and they are the first choice. The two robbed people also broke the blood.

Here I have to say that Baoguang's boss Xue Baoyi is really a bully. The young man who came out of the imperial capital compound gave him three points of face and gained a lot of convenience.

Jin Song was annoyed when he wanted to come: "Xue Baoyi, that idiot, I will die sooner or later—"

"Cough cough cough cough cough..."

Suddenly, there was a low cough, and Jin Song's words stopped abruptly. He looked back and ended the topic: "Wait when I go back."

After hanging up the phone, Jin Song changed his expression, smiling, "Guide Jiang is here, let's talk inside."

He made a respectful gesture, and his gaze kept falling on Jiang Zhi's face without ever moving away.

Jiang Zhi entered the box, took off his coat, and handed it to Ah Wan. A Wan stepped aside and looked at Jin Song from the corner of his eye. He always felt that this person's eyes were not quite right when he saw his employer.

"Su Chan, pour a cup of tea for Director Jiang." Jin Song pulled a chair and took a seat next to Jiang Zhi.

Su Chan got up, held the tea cup in his slender hand, and stepped on the lotus step. It was graceful and enchanting, but Jiang Zhi buttoned the lid of the cup with a click.

He coughed in a low voice, his complexion was white, his lips were red, and he said, "My throat is sore, so I don't drink tea."

Su Chan's hand holding the teapot stiffened a little, then smiled, and sat back in his seat casually.

Jin Song took out the contract.

"The contract has been drawn up. I don't have any problems here." He pushed the ten-page contract to Jiang Zhi's side. "Director Jiang, see if there is anything to add."

This appointment is a contract.

In Jiang Zhi’s new movie, the heroine chose Su Chan, first because of her fame, and second because of her strength. As for the film pay, neither side cares very much. This movie is a big production and is rushing for the grand prize. Yes, the two parties hit it off, with only one contract. I thought that today was just a formality, but -

Jiang Zhi didn't open the contract and pushed it back intact.

The smile on Jin Song's face put away: "What do you mean?"

Jiang Zhi calmly raised his eyelids, like a smile but not a smile, like an anger but not an anger, and the dark ink in a pair of squiggly peach eyes, he asked vaguely: "You don't know what is the relationship between me and Xue Baoyi?"

Oh, he heard what he said just now.

Jin Song leaned back in his chair, glanced across Jiang Zhi's face, his mouth was grinning, three-point provocation, seven-point deep meaning: "What's the relationship?"

Suits and leather shoes, beasts in clothing.

In the circle, many people use these eight words to describe the vice president of China Entertainment.

"What do you think?"

Being lazy, Jiang Zhi asked back.

what relationship?

It is said in the circle that Xue Baoyi and Jiang Zhi have such one, two, three, four legs.

Also, Jiang Zhi looks like this... Jin Song took a cigarette out of the cigarette box and handed it to Jiang Zhi: "Director Jiang, you should not find a more suitable person to perform this movie than Su Chan, you can Think about it."

He sat still and said, "Don't smoke." Raising his hand back, Ah Wan immediately handed over a business card and a pen. After Jiang Zhi received it, he left a string of phone calls behind the business card, "Please, please Contact a lawyer."

After speaking, he pushed the business card in front of Jin Song, put down the pen, wiped his hands with the kerchief, turned and left, Ah Wan put away the pen and followed.

There was coughing from time to time, and Jin Song glanced at the door, only to see Jiang Zhi arched his back slightly, revealing a small piece of fair skin of a woman who had surpassed her.

Sick Xizimei three points.

The youngest member of the Jiang family in the imperial capital was indeed the same as the rumors, with three steps and a panting, five steps and a cough, unparalleled disease, and Furong was not as good as beauty makeup.

"Mr. Jin." Su Chan shouted.

Jin Song looked back: "This Jiang Zhi," the lighter tapped on the tabletop, dad da da da...with a loud sound, his hand stopped, and his voice stopped, "No wonder even those brothers have been He hooked up."

What a man more beautiful than a woman.

In Naxiang, Jiang Zhi just came out of the bamboo garden, and he ran into Xue Baoyi’s flower butterfly. He had just grown out of it, and was dyed gray and white, the same color as an old man, and he carried his tough and handsome face. Gotta live.

Xue Baoyi was a waver, and when he saw Jiang Zhi, he was overjoyed: "Brother Zhi, Brother Zhi!"

Jiang Zhi glanced at him: "Stupid."

Xue Baoyi, full of enthusiasm, was poured down by a basin of cold water: "..." My heart hurts, "Who did I provoke?"

Jiang Zhi didn't bother to care about him.

Ah Wan glanced at Xue Baoyi. He felt that the employer was not too bad. Although his temper was bad and moody, he was picky about the tortoise-haired Tsundere... but he was very short-sighted. Look, he could scold Xue Baoyi for being stupid, but Jin Song forbidden.

Well, this is an advantage.

Ah Wan felt that although his employer scolded himself every day, he still felt that if one day he couldn't fight with others, the employer would drag his sickly body to help him.

The car was parked outside the Floating Residence. Before it started, Qiao Nanchu called, Jiang Zhi answered, and said.

"where is it?"

Jiang Zhi said: "Talk about things outside."

"Are you finished?"

"It collapsed."

Jiang Zhi threw a marshmallow into his mouth, Xue Baoyi that fool!

Qiao Nanchu asked him: "Are you interested in professional errand runners?"

Jiang Zhi remained silent, closing and closing the box playing with marshmallows, making a clicking sound from time to time. After a while, he put down the glass box and said, "I'll go." Hung up the phone, and told Ah Wan, "Go and take Xue Baoyi Call here."

Jiang Feng Mansion.

It was nine o'clock in the morning when the sun revealed a small piece of cloud. Meng Dong was severely cold, and the Four Seasons Begonia in the mansion had already vomited.

"Are you here again?" The doorman was holding the window and greeted the girl outside.

The girl nodded, her face was red on the plateau, two points even more red because of the wind blowing.

The doorman looked at her carrying a large canvas bag, and asked with a smile: "Come and give Mr. Joe some food?"

She nodded again, smiled, took down the canvas bag and passed it over.

The uncle doorman caught: "Mr. Joe is at home today, won't you go up?"

She shook her head, took out a pen and paper from her coat, and wrote, "No, please pass it on to me." She took out a small lunch box from the canvas bag, crossed the window, and placed it on the table, "This is for you." You can try the braised chicken feet and shredded chicken I made myself."

"I have it too." The doorman smiled with folds, "Thank you, I don't know what your name is yet."

She flipped through a new piece of paper and wrote the name stroke by stroke.

"Wen Baiyang."

Her name is Wen Baiyang, the white poplar of the white poplar tree.

Jiang Zhi and Xue Baoyi also have real estate in Jiangfeng Mansion, but they don't often come to live. They come occasionally and settle down directly with Qiao Nanchu.

The guard recognized them both.

"Mr. Jiang and Mr. Xue are here." He helped open the barrier, "Are you going to Mr. Qiao?"

Xue Baoyi responded.

That Mr. Jiang is not easy to touch, but Mr. Xue has a good temper. Uncle the doorman made a convenience and took out a bag of things left by the girl just now: "Here are Mr. Qiao’s things. The child came here for food, can you please help me carry it?"

Xue Baoyi stretched out a hand from the co-pilot: "Give it to me."

The doorman gave him the things.

He took it into the car, sniffed, fucking! It smells so good!

Three minutes later, before anyone arrived, Qiao Nanchu heard Xue Baoyi's ghost cry.

"Open the door!"

Qiao Nanchu opened the door.

Xue Baoyi rushed in bluntly: "Qiao Nanchu, you are actually carrying my Golden House and Cangjiao!"

"Hid your sister!" He glanced at Xue Baoyi's leather shoes on the carpet, and stepped over, "Damn, change your shoes."

Xue Baoyi shook her hands to Qiao Nanchu while kicking her shoes. She didn't know she was so excited, she was excited: "Hey, there is evidence, don't deny it."

"What is it?" Qiao Nanchu glanced at it, not paying attention, and went to get Jiang Zhi's clean disposable slippers.

"Sent it by a girl." Xue Baoyi winked her eyebrows and smiled unkindly. "Don't deny it, just recruit me honestly. When did you start raising women?"

The old man in the family always uses Qiao Nanchu to educate him, to teach him to clean himself up, huh, clean up!

Qiao Nanchu looked at him like a fool: "You think I am you."

"..."

Damn, those elders still praise this virtue every day. Xue Baoyi took out the cartoon girl powder lunch box in the canvas bag: "Then what is this?" Don't admit it yet!

Qiao Nanchu took a look and snatched the lunch box. No matter what Xue Baoyi screamed, he put it in the refrigerator: "My stepmother's daughter, I have sponsored her for a few years. She is still young, so don't make fun of her."

Damn it!

Xue Baoyi remembered: "The one you brought out from Damai Mountain five years ago?"