Splendid Rebirth: Good Morning Mrs. Fu

Chapter 404 She got up a little fast

It's because he can't hold his breath, even if he suffers now, it's his own business, no one else's.

Qiao Jin'er smiled faintly: Producer Zhang, I don't understand what you said, when did I encourage you to block Gu Ning.

And Gu Ning is Shang Song's manager, and I have a good relationship with Shang Song, how could I ask you to block Gu Ning?

Qiao Jin'er's tone of voice was very gentle. In the past, when Zhang Li'an heard her voice, he only felt that he liked it very much.

But now hearing it under such circumstances, Zhang Li'an only felt extremely irritated.

Now that the relationship is messed up, Qiao Jin'er started to pick herself out.

Qiao Jin'er, I really can't see that you still have this skill. Are you playing dumb with me now? If that's the case, then don't blame me. Zhang Li'an has been in the entertainment industry for so many years, and he is not a good person.

Qiao Jin'er killed half of his life, and he wanted to make a lot of money from Qiao Jin'er.

Then I don't know what the producer of Zhang wants? Qiao Jin'er's voice was soft and gentle, and Zhang Li'an was distracted when he heard it.

He emphasized his tone: It's very simple, you stay with me for three months, and give me another 10 million, this matter is over today, otherwise I will tell Mr. Fu everything you did.

Or break the news to the media and let them see that the national goddess who has always been called Qingliu in the entertainment industry is actually a scheming biao in private. I don’t know if your literary personality will continue to sell.

Qiao Jin'er raised the corners of her lips, calmly: Really? Then do you have any evidence to prove that I said that? If not, I have something small for you to listen to.

After finishing speaking, Qiao Jin'er hung up the phone, and then Zhang Li'an received a voice on his phone.

Zhang Li'an opened it with his fingers, and his own voice suddenly sounded in the voice.

You stay with me for three months... this matter...

Angrily, Zhang Li'an immediately dialed Qiao Jin'er's phone number, and it was almost a default rule that people in the circle would not record anything between calls.

He did not expect that Qiao Jin'er would openly violate this rule.

Qiao Jin'er, do you think a mere recording can threaten me? Zhang Li'an felt that Qiao Jin'er was a little too naive.

Qiao Jin'er sneered and counterattacked: Such a short recording is of course not, but the evidence I have is not only that, I also have a video of you and Zhang Qian having sex three years ago.

I heard that Zhang Qian's current husband is a very powerful man in the underworld. Before, a male artist accidentally touched Zhang Qian's arm, and his husband broke his hands.

Because of this incident, Zhang Qian was also forced to quit the showbiz, but she didn't know if Zhang Qian's husband would kill you on impulse if he saw the video of you and Zhang Qian being in love.

By the time Qiao Jin'er finished speaking, Zhang Li'an was already trembling with anger.

He was beaten with his mouth covered all the time last night, so it was really difficult to confess that Qiao Jin'er provoked him to target Gu Ninghuan.

Today, after he woke up, he no longer wanted to find Mr. Fu to confess Qiao Jin'er.

Because there is no need, he has already been beaten, so what's the point of saying it.

Why not use this as an excuse to make Qiao Jin'er his mistress.

But he never expected that Qiao Jin'er would be so vicious.

Zhang Li'an, you are indeed a professional in making dramas, but you are too stupid in life. I advise you not to touch me, otherwise, I will tell you some wisdom in life.

Qiao Jin'er sneered and hung up the phone.

Zhang Li'an was so angry that he threw the phone directly at the wall, and the thin phone became torn apart the moment it hit the wall.

In the conference room, Gu Ninghuan and Joel had almost talked, and then put away the computer.

Shang Song, let's go, I'll take you home. Gu Ninghuan looked at the conference table not far away, where Shang Song was playing games.

After Shang Song heard her voice, he closed the laptop in front of him and looked sideways at Gu Ning: Just now Warner Company sent me an email saying that they will take over the drama Farewell to the Old Time. The pay remains the same, but I know Warner Bros. never makes TV shows, so why would they suddenly take over.

With a good script and good actors, why didn't Warner take over? Gu Ninghuan asked lightly.

When Shang Song heard Gu Ning say this, he didn't refute it. The script of Farewell to the Old Time is indeed very good.

Shang Song also appreciates the character of the male protagonist. After knowing that he could not act, he did have a little regret.

But now that he is able to act, for some reason, he still feels a little lost.

Gu Ninghuan didn't notice Shang Song's little emotions. After she sent Shang Song home, Shang Song didn't get out of the car and left, but sat in the back seat of the car: Gu Ning, do you think I'm very nervous? You're useless, you can't protect you at all.

Why do you say that? Gu Ninghuan felt a little strange.

Shang Song looked at her ordinary and unremarkable face: I think after you became my manager, you helped me do many things that I should have protected you.

The show Farewell to the Old Times itself is because of me that you can't shoot it. Since the matter started by me, of course I should solve it. Gu Ninghuan said calmly.

But the more plain and reasonable she behaved, the more strange emotions spread in Shang Song's heart.

Shang Song stretched out his hand to unbuckle his seat belt, without saying a word, he pushed open the car door and left.

Looking at his obviously depressed back, Gu Ninghuan didn't quite understand why Shang Song was unhappy.

Things are settled, Shang Song can go to shoot his favorite drama, there is nothing to be unhappy about.

It really is a man's heart, a sea needle.

Gu Ninghuan turned the car around and decided to drive back to sleep.

Shang Song finished work early today, so she can go to relax and sleep well.

Gu Ninghuan returned to the villa. After taking a bath and applying body lotion, she lay on the big comfortable bed and enjoyed her sleep.

Fu Xishen came back at night, looked at the living room with only maids, and asked, Where's Gu Ninghuan?

Young Madam stayed upstairs and didn't come down after she came back, the maid replied.

Fu Xishen handed the suit jacket on his arm to the maid, went to the master bedroom and pushed open the door. He saw that the room was dark, and the air was quietly filled with the smell of Gu Ninghuan's favorite perfume.

The man reached out to turn on the bedside lamp, and the soft light came on, diluting the darkness of the room.

Gu Ninghuan opened his eyes in a daze, sat up, leaned on the bed and stared blankly at Fu Xishen.

Because she got up a little quickly, the side of the suspender slipped off her shoulders, and her shoulders, which were as warm as white jade, looked softer and more beautiful under the light.