By the time Rong Sheng, who was sitting in the president's office, learned that Tan Qing had accepted bribes to change the male number two, it was almost time to get off work.

It was only after Ji Yanxiu's brokerage company personally sent a lawyer to make up the investment of 10 million yuan.

then.

Less than an hour later.

The entire Shengjing Entertainment, from the senior special assistant to the project director, to the cleaning aunt, knew that Mr. Rong, who had never been angry since taking over as CEO, became angry.

Tan Qing and Zhao Cong stood in front of Rong Sheng's desk in a row, as if they were elementary school students who hadn't finished their homework.

Rong Sheng threw the contract cancellation contract sent by the producer to the table, and said with a smile, "It's amazing, you two. It's broken? Give the male number two out with me behind? How can you be so capable? Don't you go directly to the red carpet?"

Zhao Cong has been in the circle for so long, and he has no other skills.

He stretched out his hand to squeeze Tan Qing who was standing next to him: "You yourself agreed to Ji Yanxiu's invitation. Why don't you explain it to President Rong soon!"

Tan Qing moved quickly and dexterously to avoid Zhao Cong's fat hands, frowned, and said unhappy: "Move farther, you have already pinched me twice at the dining table just now."

Zhao Cong's hand that was about to be violent stopped in midair awkwardly, and had to retract it to rub his trouser legs: "Oh, I'm afraid you are talking nonsense in front of Ji Yanxiu."

Tan Qing shrugged her nose and ignored him.

Zhao Cong touched Tan Qing's nose and looked at Rong Sheng bitterly.

He grinned and said, "Mr. Rong, please don't get me wrong. This is really what Tanqing promised! I'm just going to be a companion. Besides..."

Rong Sheng bluntly interrupted Zhao Cong's words: "Okay, pack your things and get out."

Zhao Cong was stunned for a moment, and he didn't even adjust his expression for a while: "President Rong, you..."

The corner of Rong Sheng's mouth twitched, and he said unhurriedly, "I mean, you don't need to continue to be Tan Qing's agent, you have been fired. Go to the finance department to pay three months' salary, then get out, understand? "

Zhao Cong was immediately silly.

There was still a flattering smile on his greasy face, and the smile froze at the corner of his mouth, like rotten pork belly, with a disgusting smell.

Zhao Cong's eyes changed and changed, and finally he said cruelly: "President Rong, what do you mean? I am an old man in the company when your father was in office. You fired me like this, and you are not afraid of your father's side. Confess?"

"Explain?"

The smile at the corner of Rong Sheng's mouth also turned into a chill, "Zhao Cong, you really deserve your name. Is it funny to use my dad to press me again and again?"

Zhao Cong’s pride was written on his face, and he pretended to say: “How can it be interesting? It stands to reason that you are naturally in charge of Shengjing Entertainment now, but you are afraid that you have to take care of the face of the old chairman. .Otherwise, it will chill the heart of the elderly in the company..."

"What are you? You deserve to chill other people?"

It seems that patience has been used up completely, and Rong Sheng directly called for special help to come in, "Eileen, take Zhao Cong to the finance department to pay three months' salary, and then go to the manpower to go through the resignation procedures."

Rong Sheng knocked on the table and told Irene specifically, "Remember, let the security guard watch him go out of the company's door, and then publicize his dismissal notice on the company's employees."

Irene glanced at Zhao Cong: "Okay, Mr. Rong, how long does it take to publicize?"

"How long..."

Rong Sheng raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Just let the industry know that he was fired."

Although the headhunters in the circle are in different companies, they are basically connected to each other.

Zhao Cong was so embarrassed by Shengjing Entertainment to leave the house, and the future will definitely not be better.

Even if I can find the next job, I have to say otherwise.

Seeing that Rong Sheng left no room for reversal at all, Zhao Cong completely changed his face.

He didn't dare to speak harshly to Rong Sheng, so he could only viciously goug his eyes and talk about Qing: "You wait! When you are tired of President Rong, I will kill you sooner or later!"

Tan Qing: "..."

Tan Qing blinked, raised his hand and waved at Zhao Cong like a beckoning cat: "Congratulations on being laid off, hehehe."

Zhao Cong: "..."

Zhao Cong's angry face was trembling with fat, and he followed the special assistant Miss Irene away.

Only Rong Sheng and Tan Qing remained in the office.

Tan Qing moved to the front of the desk with small steps, and took out her mobile phone very well.

Then he moved in the direction of Rong Sheng, lowered his voice, looking like he was about to make a dirty transaction: "Mr. Rong, is there interest on the six hundred thousand I owe?"

Rong Sheng turned his head, and Tan Qing's smooth, white skin was only a short distance away.

Unlike other artists in the company who need to use heavy liquid foundation to cover their blemishes, Tan Qing's skin seems to be naturally good.

Good people want to leave a few traces of not so pure on it.

Rong Sheng brought the coffee on the table and took a couple of sips. After his throat became less dry, he said, "How much did Ji Yanxiu cost?"

Tan Qing made a gesture towards Rong Sheng, and opened her mouth without changing her face and heartbeat: "Six hundred thousand!"

Rong Sheng glanced at him: "You can even ask for one million He Mingyu, I would believe that you only want 600,000 from Ji Yanxiu?"

Tan Qing: "..."

Tan Qing lowered her head and said honestly: "Okay, I want one million."

Rong Sheng: "Really?"

Tan Qing promised: "Really, really! I'm not a human to lie to you!"

It is indeed very sincere.

Very moving guarantee.

Rong Sheng thought about it for a few seconds, letting go of Tan Qing, and asked casually: "Where is your son?"

Tan Qing quickly transferred the remaining 500,000 yuan into her own small vault, and then said with an eyebrow: "In He Mingyu's house, Auntie Hour Worker is taking care of him."

Rong Sheng nodded, and took out a USB flash drive from the drawer of his desk and pushed it to Tan Qing: "By the way, this is the complete script just sent by the producer. You can read it when you go back."

He paused, and then said, "I probably rolled my eyes just now. Although the male third in this play does not have many scenes, he can still be brilliant after acting. But... you are willing to give up the second male second to the third male third, really Is it because of a good relationship with Ran Anluo?"

Tan Qing: "..."

Wow, this question is very profound.

Tan Qing naturally didn't know the truth, so her round eyes rolled: "Yes, right, right, after all, we were teammates before."

Rong Sheng pinched the tip of Tan Qing’s nose, and said, “Although you and he are both entertainers of Shengjing Entertainment, but for Lao He’s face, I remind you to take care of him. Be careful of being sold and help others count the money."

That's for sure.

If you don't pay attention, he and the little boy in the family have long been cold together.

Tan Qing curled his lips: "I see. I will get off work soon, Mr. Rong, I'm going to the Finance Department to pay my liquidated damages."

"No, He Mingyu helped you settle all the expenses two days ago."

Rong Sheng pointed his finger at the sofa next to him, and the corners of his lips raised, "Sit there and wait for me. I will send you back when I finish my work. By the way, bring the toys I bought to your son yesterday."

Tan Qing: "..."

If it is not for the age gap is too large.

Tan Qing also wanted to call Rong Sheng's father.

After putting the last box of toys in the trunk, Tan Qing got into the car sadly, and looked back at the toys for several times during the period.

Rong Sheng fastened his seat belt and turned his head: "What are you looking at?"

Tan Qing sighed faintly, and said philosophically: "I'm looking at a childhood where money is piled up."

Rong Sheng was amused. He took a kraft paper bag from the back of the car and handed it to Tan Qing, "Here, you and Tan Jiji's paternity test result. I went to the police station to retrieve it this morning."

Tan Qing uninterestedly rolled the paper bag into a paper tube and used it to play with his chin.

Rong Sheng said with great interest: "You won't open it for a look?"

Tan Qing shook his head.

What to look at.

They all have small tails. They must be their own.

Ugh.

worry.

Rong Sheng drove the car out of the underground garage and moved a little along the crowded road during rush hours.

After moving for half an hour.

Tan Qing saw a small hardware store in the side road with sharp eyes.

He immediately patted Rongsheng's arm: "There, there! Can you stop for a while? I'm going to buy a sack!"

Rong Sheng asked: "What do you buy sacks for?"

Tan Qing turned his face and explained very seriously: "Of course it's useful! Zhao Cong pinched me twice at the dinner table today, I'm going to beat him up. I just checked the time, and it's just right to go right now!"

Rong Sheng: "..."

Rong Sheng Fengliu's suave smile froze at the corner of his mouth, and then he fell silent.

The silence continued until Tan Qing ran out of the car, ran into the hardware store, happily ran back with a dirty sack, and then sat back in Rongsheng’s Maybach sports car with the sack. inside.

Tan Qingzai carefully folded the big sack into a square tofu block, then placed it in the pocket behind his buttocks, and smiled brightly at Rong Sheng, "Let's go!"

Rong Sheng: "..."

In this year, the method of stuffing people with sacks and then beating them violently is very rare.

At least Rong Sheng has never seen this kind of retaliation in recent years.

What's more, this method was proposed by Tan Qing.

The night in J City came early.

Around six o'clock in the evening, the entire sky was already dark.

Rong Sheng parked his car in the destination community and chose the farthest parking space from Zhao Cong's home address.

Then followed the sneaky Tan Qing's **** and got out of the car together.

Although Rong Sheng is not a serious person in normal times, things in love have never stopped.

But since he graduated from elementary school... he has never done such a sneaky thing.

Rong Sheng's complexion is very complicated.

It became more complicated after Tan Qing, who was walking in front, turned around and handed a hat and mask.

The two walked a few steps forward, and Rong Sheng couldn't help asking: "Qingqing, you actually planned for a long time?"

Tan Qing's eyes flickered, and said modestly: "It's not too long, it's only decided today."

Rong Sheng: "..."

Then you are really proficient...

Tan Qing took Rong Sheng to a stop behind a pillar in the parking lot, and said professionally: "He has to go home from here every day, and he will be here in ten minutes. Hide here, take the camera. Not here."

Rong Sheng: "..."

Not ten minutes later, Zhao Cong's car really drove in.

The fat man parked the car, took out his briefcase, and made a phone call while walking outside.

He seemed to quarrel with the person on the other end of the phone after saying a few words, and the trembling on his face became more and more choppy.

Tan Qing looked at the timing and rushed out when Zhao Cong was about to pass the pillar.

He opened the sack to put a cover on his head, and then quickly tied a knot, pulling him back behind the pillar with his hands and feet swiftly.

Rong Sheng: "..."

Rong Sheng was stunned.

Tan Qing also pays attention to the Basic Law when beating people. He does not greet him in the face very well, and avoids the most important way for men.

In short, the hand is heavy, and he also specializes in picking places that are painful and painful.

At first, Zhao Cong would scold a few harsh words, but later he was beaten up and screamed, and he stopped scolding, and even his voice was almost crying.

Tan Qing kicked him and turned his face, stepped on Zhao Cong's fat buttocks with his feet in black leather boots, and threatened with his throat: "Don't move! Just cut you off!"

Zhao Cong was so scared that he stretched out his hand to cover the chicken, and cried and rolled: "I won't move! Don't move! Don't call the police! Please don't fight!"

Tan Qing: "..."

Such a big old man.

It's really useless.

When Tan Qing's crime was over, she quickly pulled Rong Sheng and ran away.

The two ran all the way into the car.

The door closed.

Tan Qing took off the disposable mask and hat, and exhaled in vain: "Oh, that's great! It's like beating meat buns."

Probably because of lack of exercise, and just running vigorously.

A few wisps of perspiration came out on Tan Qing's smooth forehead, and it slid down the beautiful curve of the forehead, dampening the hair at the temples.

Those eyes, which were originally very beautiful, seemed to be stained with the moonlight of the night along the way, and they became more and more feminine and seductive.

When I look over, it looks like a seductive spirit.

Rong Sheng took two wet wipes from the paper box: "Wipe off the sweat, are you tired?"

Tan Qingyang smiled: "Thank you, thank you, I'll give you a big heart!"

Rong Sheng's eyes stopped for a long time on Tan Qing's pointed nose, and finally moved away.

Unexpectedly, he didn't say anything else, instead he dumped the car directly out of the parking lot and drove in the direction of He Mingyu's house.

The road into the night finally calmed down a lot.

Tan Qing wiped her face and hands, and played with the wet tissue paper for a while, then bored a look at Rongsheng: "Why don't you talk?"

On the side of the traffic lights, Rong Sheng stopped the car.

He seemed to have considered for a long time in the time just now, and suddenly he said, "Tan Qing, Tan Jiji is indeed He Mingyu's biological son, right?"

Tan Qing: "..."

Tan Qing didn't expect Rong Shenghui to suddenly talk about this issue with him.

He rubbed his face with a headache, and slowly said, "I think it was his own life, but He Mingyu said that the test results showed no."

Rong Sheng said: "Then have you checked the result yourself?"

Tan Qing puzzled: "Huh?"

Rong Sheng shook his head and said with a smile: "It's nothing, but I think you and He Mingyu should be more cautious about this kind of issue... Get off the car, here we are."

Tan Qing gave an "Oh" and watched Rong Sheng take out all the children's toys in the trunk, and then lifted it upstairs.

He Mingyu This house is quite large, especially the living room with floor-to-ceiling windows, which is more spacious and square.

Probably because I was afraid that Tan Qing would be unreliable with the children, and worried that Tan Jiji might bump into her in the house.

Before moving in last night, He Mingyu had arranged for workers to wrap all the corners of the furniture in the house with foam, and even the floor was covered with thick carpet.

It's soft and comfortable to step on.

In the hallway, Rong Sheng removed the toys he bought for the little boy out of the box one by one, ranging from children's toy cars to children's watches.

Tan Qing squatted beside her knees, jealous.

At the end of the disassembly, Rong Sheng took out a fluffy little yellow duck from the box.

The little yellow duck grunted as soon as he pressed his finger.

Rong Sheng squeezed a few times with great interest, and then smiled at Tan Qing: "Fun?"

Tan Qing nodded sincerely and yearningly.

Rong Sheng put the little yellow duck back in his pocket: "For my son."

Tan Qing: "..."

Ah.

man.

At this time, auntie Zhongdiangong came out of the bedroom holding Tanjiji and met the two people standing at the hallway. She came over and said hello: "Mr. Tan, Mr. Rong."

Tan Qing smiled at her with a guilty conscience: "Is the **** very annoying?"

Zhong Diangong shook his head: "Mr. Tan, what are you talking about? Your son is very good, just like you, he loves to laugh."

Tan Qing immediately agreed and said: "Yes, I love to giggle."

Hourly workers: "..."

Rong Sheng stretched out his arms from behind Tan Qing, and said to Hourly: "Go ahead and I will hug you."

Zhong Diangong's gaze focused on Rong Sheng and Tan Qing for a few seconds, and he was sure that Tan Qing was really unreliable, so he put the **** into Rong Sheng's arms very cooperatively.

Although two or three days have passed since the last time we met. But talking about this silly boy may be very good at identifying rich handsome guys.

When he saw Rong Sheng, he immediately raised his small mouth, clapped his palms and shouted sweetly: "Rake, rake!"

Rong Sheng was very happy and turned his head to show off to Tan Qing: "Have you heard? He calls my father every time."

Tan Qing was expressionless: "Forget it, I have always suspected that the rich and handsome male creatures are his father."

Rong Sheng: "..."

Since being held by Rong Sheng from the arms of the hourly worker, the open crotch pants on the child's body were twisted into a spiral.

Rong Sheng accidentally rubbed the corner of his clothes twice when he hugged him up, and the fabric on the **** of the twisted little crotch pants was separated to the left and right, revealing the shy little chick of the little boy.

Standing aside watching the excitement, Tan Qing took a curious look, and he stretched out his claws and was about to poke twice on the delicate and tender little chick.

Rong Sheng hurriedly pulled up Tanjiji's crotch-opening pants, and held down Tan Qing's hand by the way: "This is your son, not a toy."

Tan Qing retracted her hand aggrieved, and whispered: "You humans are really particular."

Like their foxes, they occasionally lick each other's little Dingding.

Rong Sheng took out the little duck that he had just put in his pocket, pinched his fingers a few times, and the duck croaked immediately.

It was the first time that the little boy saw this kind of toy. He sat upright on his arms in excitement and calmly, and throbbingly stretched out his arms to catch the little yellow duck.

While catching it, he was fox-likely infatuated with Rongsheng, and his little voice was soft and waxy: "Rake, rake! Rake!"

"The baby is so good."

Rong Sheng rewarded the little yellow duck to Tanjiji, then put him on the thick carpet, got up and said to Tanqing, "Director Cheng Ye, I said hello to him. If you don't understand, just ask him. No. Are you nervous about filming at one time?"

Tan Qing shook her head sincerely.

The corner of Rong Sheng's mouth raised: "Come on, I guess you are not nervous. He Mingyu is not coming back tonight, what are your plans?"

Tan Qing, who made a net profit of 1.5 million yuan in less than twenty-four hours today, naturally has many plans.

For example, after getting rich in situ.

He immediately wanted to drink a few more glasses of the wine he had drunk a few days ago.

But in order to prevent him from telling Rong Sheng to sue He Mingyu-

Tan Qing put a seal on her mouth: "Eat, take, bath, and sleep."

Rong Sheng lowered his head slightly and moved closer to Tan Qing: "Oh? Today, I have slaughtered so much money from Ji Yanxiu's stupid man, don't you want to steal the wine?"

Tan Qing said firmly: "Not going anymore."

Rong Sheng showed a meaningful smirk: "Okay, then I will go by myself."

Tan Qing: "..."

No no no! Strong man, stay!

Tan Qing was about to change her mouth, but Rong Sheng's cell phone rang.

Tan Qing remembered that this ringtone should be Rong Sheng's usual mobile phone ringtone for work, but this phone generally rarely rings after work.

Unless there are special circumstances.

Just like now.

Rong Sheng picked up the phone: "Irene?"

On the other side of the phone, Rong Sheng's special assistant's voice came out: "Mr. Rong, the official blog of "Xuanwu" just announced the final cast of actors. The second man Ran Anluo and the third man have also decided to talk about Qing."

Rong Sheng turned on the phone and turned on the speakerphone, and motioned Tan Qing to go over and listen: "Isn't this already known. Anything else?"

Irene said: "The company's reporting call has been blown up. Ran Anluo's fans frantically reported that Tan Qing walked with her thighs, climbed the bed and brought money into the team. They also said..."

Rong Sheng said, "What are you talking about?"

Irene: "It's because of Ran Anluo's blessing to talk about Tan Qing's role, and to talk about Tan Qing's popularity with Ran Anluo. Because both are artists in the company, the public relations department asked me to ask you if you need water. military?"

Rong Sheng: "..."

Tan Qing: "..."

Rong Sheng glanced at Tan Qing, who was burying his head and didn't know what to search on the screen of the copycat machine.

"Use Shengjing Entertainment's official blog to post a clarification."

Rong Sheng thought for a few seconds, and said straightforwardly, “I will report the content before posting, and then buy a headline hot search after posting.”

"Okay, President Rong, I will do it now."

Rong Sheng hung up his phone, turned his head, and found that Tan Qing was still crackling there, not knowing what to knock: "Tan Qing, what are you doing?"

Tan Qing pulled his eyes out of the legal provisions with difficulty, and replied, "Am I eating people and breaking the law?"

Rong Sheng: "..."

Rong Sheng walked over and patted Tan Qing's lower back lightly: "Don't be angry, this is the case in this circle. Fans are arguing every day, so don't take it too seriously."

Tan Qing nodded in disappointment.

Cannibalism is illegal.

It's not okay to eat a living person directly.

Humans are so strict...

Tan Qing is autistic.

He grouped himself into a small group and sat in the corner, thought for a while, and suddenly raised his head: "Rong Sheng, when we ran out of the parking lot just now, remember to take the sacks away?"

Rong Sheng: "..."

Rong Sheng promptly dissuaded Tan Qing's dangerous thoughts: "Qingqing, you can still end up with Zhao Cong. If you go to Fatty and beat Ran Anluo, there is a security guard beside him."

Tan Qing blinked: "It's okay, all the security guards can't beat me."

Rong Sheng: "..."

Rong Sheng sat down beside Tan Qing: "But if you are found out, you will be arrested by the police. Aren't you afraid of entering the bureau?"

Tan Qing: "..."

Tan Qing sighed for a long time, and smoothly lifted Tan Chi from the carpet on the nape of her neck, rubbing it like a cat.

Silly talked thinking that Tan Qing was playing with him, and his round body didn't resist, so he let his dad bully him, and the little duck in his hand squeaked together.

And He Mingyu's video call happened to dial in at this time.

The person who eats and lives in another person's house, Tan Qing stopped, took out the phone very cleverly, and opened the video.

The background sound on the end of He Mingyu's video is very noisy, and the lighting conditions are not very good.

He seemed to adjust his angle, and said helplessly: "Amused again?"

Tan Qing: "..."

Tan Qing denied: "Nothing like that!"

He Mingyu glanced aside, "Why is Rong Sheng also?"

Tan Qing guilty in a guilty conscience put Tan Jiji in a straight posture, and then said: "I took his ride on the way back from work."

Rong Sheng hasn’t seen He Mingyu for quite a while since he had drunk last time, so he took Tan Qing’s words smoothly and said, “How is your family? Can the old man survive?”

He Mingyu shook his head slightly.

Rong Sheng sighed: "Suddenly, now your uncles, uncles and uncles are all looking for the door, difficult to deal with?"

He Mingyu had no expression, his face was as usual and said: "It's too early, you should go home."

Rong Sheng: "???"

Rong Sheng was speechless for a moment, and said in disbelief: "He Mingyu, I heard that right? Are you driving me away?"

He Mingyu raised the Patek Philippe on his wrist to check the time: "It's already past nine o'clock, and it's time for Tan Qing and the child to go to bed."

Rong Sheng: "..."

Rong Sheng stood there and Xizi held his heart: "Brother, I'm really hurt."

He Mingyu didn't leave him a lot of eyes, and said directly to Tanqing: "Peace talks to sleep at night and lock the door. The hourly workers will be in these days and 24 hours...Don't tell your children scary fairy tales before going to bed. I bought a story book and put it on the bedside of the children’s room."

Tan Qing was also injured: "Anyway, you also dislike me telling stories to the cub, why don't you just buy a storytelling machine?"

He Mingyu indifferently rejected Tan Qing's request: "The teacher in the parent-child training basic class said that stories before going to bed are a good way of communication between parents and children, which is very important."

Tan Qing: "..."

Tan Qing stroked the logic in this sentence with his legs crossed, and gave He Mingyu an admiring look: "Hey, I didn't go to the parent-child class that you reported to me. In the end, did you go by yourself?"

He Mingyu: "..."

The atmosphere suddenly became dangerous.

Rong Sheng immediately got up and said goodbye: "Go away, talk to you. Tan Qing, remember to read the script, don't stand up and see me off."

Tan Qing held Tan Chi in her arms, sitting on the carpet sturdily and without any intention of leaving: "Oh..."

Wait until the room is quiet again.

He Mingyu asked: "What did you do today?"

Tan Qing faced the camera honestly and said with a smile: "Play with talk at home."

He Mingyu calmly said: "Went to see Ji Yanxiu?"

Tan Qing: "..."

He Mingyu said, "We also ate together and closed Weibo, why?"

Tan Qing: "..."

Tan Qing was angry: "Why why? Then why is Tanjiji not your son?!"

He Mingyu: "..."

He Mingyu's expressionless face finally showed a trace of fatigue.

He sighed lightly, and calmed down his tone: "Tan Qing..."

Tan Qing put his squeaky little face in front of the camera, and said angrily: "Don't say it, don't say it! The little fat cub is sleepy, I will take him to sleep, goodbye!"

He Mingyu: "..."

The video call was turned off by swiping.

He Mingyu sat there for a while, and another call came in from his cell phone.

Rong Sheng called.

He Mingyu answered the phone: "Yes."

Rong blooming in the car: "Well, what, have you finished talking with Tan Qing?"

He Mingyu: "Yeah."

Rong Sheng: "...fighted?"

He Mingyu: "Yeah."

Rong Sheng: "Grass! I won't take care of you anymore."

He Mingyu jumped two more words: "What's the matter?"

Rong Sheng: "Did you know that Ji Yanxiu and Tan Qing met?"

He Mingyu finally said: "Ran Anluo saved Ji Yanxiu's brother, you shouldn't have chosen this play for Tan Qing at that time."

Rong Sheng was stunned: "Is there any more? My brother?"

He Mingyu: "Yeah."

Rong Sheng: "Fuck, how can I know about these things? And the web dramas produced by good directors don't fall off every day. What should I do now?"

Someone beside He Mingyu called him to go in and burn the paper, and he nodded slightly: "It's hard to say whether this play will make it into the group."

Rong Sheng asked: "What do you mean? There is a problem with the funds?"

He Mingyu didn't go into details. He stood up and said casually: "There is one more thing, are you praising Ran Anluo recently?"

Rong Sheng cursed an **** and pulled over and stopped the car: "Fart, does a newcomer need the whole company to praise?"

He Mingyu said, "I sent someone to investigate him, it's very interesting."

Rong Sheng raised his eyebrows: "Oh, what's the situation?"

He Mingyu said: "The surveillance at the intersection where Brother Ji Chen was involved in a car accident was washed, but the original video of this surveillance was sent to my mailbox two days ago, unknown to me."

"and then?"

"The surveillance showed that Ran Anluo had been there since twenty minutes ago."

"...Awesome!"

Rong Sheng slapped his thigh, "This is how to be a talented artist!"

He Mingyu's tone was as cold as ever: "Nothing else, hang up."

Rong Sheng's original high gossip enthusiasm was poured out.

Not only is my heart cold, but I can't fly my heart: "..."

One second before the indifferent He Mingyu was about to hang up.

Rong Sheng suddenly stopped him: "He Mingyu!"

He Mingyu said: "What else is there?"

Rong Sheng pulled up the handbrake of the sports car and took out a cigarette from his clothes.

He lit the cigarette: "You tell me the truth, you are not willing to talk about going to film that drama, is it simply because of the mess between Ran Anluo and Ji Yanxiu, or you are worried about Tan Qing and Ji Yanxiu..."

"Bye."

"Hey hey, don't stop! Don't ask, don't ask!"

Rong Sheng stopped in time, "I asked you something personally?!"

"Say."

"There are two bears in the woods who have a very strong relationship and have been brothers for many years. One day, one of the bears found a pot of honey hidden in a cave. This pot of honey is a rare delicacy in the world, but it is only enough for one bear. Enjoy. If you tell the other bear, he will lose this pot of honey."

Swirls of cigarette smoke wafted from the side of the car window opened by the driver's seat.

Rong Sheng smiled and asked, "Old He, do you think this bear should tell the other bear the secret of this pot of honey?"

The author has something to say: Little Theater, Tan Qingqing: I was blind and sultry, secretly saved money from the black heart, and put a green hat on He Mingyu's head, but I knew I was a good fox.

He Mingyu:...

He Mingyu: Wait a minute, I'll go and kill my other bear brothers first.