The devil is weak and frail

Chapter 170 × Real Gold × Bankrupt Bamboo Horse

Chapter 170 × True Daughter × Bankrupt Bamboo Horse (23)

From Jiang Shunan's behavior, as well as the fact that she was driven out by Mei Yanzhu and continued to speak for her, thinking of her well, it can be seen that Mei Yanzhu is a good mother.

"Then why don't you want to go back to Jiang's house?"

Jiang Shunan finally articulated the question that had been puzzling her for so long.

"do not like."

"..."

Jiang Shunan didn't know how to answer the simple sentence of dislike.

Jiang Shunan and Jiang Min couldn't chat together, and left after a while with an excuse.

At the gate of the community, Jiang Shunan got into a black luxury car.

In the car, Du Yufeng was sitting in the back seat. Seeing Jiang Shunan coming up with sorrowful clouds, he asked, "What's the matter? What did you guys talk about?"

Jiang Shunan recounted the conversation between the two of them completely. Unexpectedly, Du Yufeng laughed out loud and said with a smile, "My niece is quite interesting."

Jiang Shunan's face darkened, and Du Yufeng quickly changed the subject, saying: "It seems that she will not return to Jiang's house, you don't need to be busy anymore, it's useless."

After Jiang Shunan met Jiang Min, she also knew that Jiang Min was a man of no means, and she had already figured it out the moment she came out.

Du Yufeng suddenly caught a point, and he asked, "You just said that the young master of Zhijia is with Jiang Min?"

Jiang Shunan nodded, "Their relationship is very ambiguous, a bit like a couple."

Du Yufeng seemed to have discovered something interesting, with a stunned expression on his face.

"Interesting, this may be fate, I didn't expect the two of them to meet again."

Jiang Shunan turned her head and said nothing.

Du Yufeng regained consciousness and continued to tease Jiang Shunan, Jiang Shunan, a cold beauty, finally showed a smiling face.

It has been a month since I returned to City G, and Zhiheng finally received a job.

Jian Yiguo said: "Zhiheng, the draft is very good now, it's a pity not to participate in the draft with your good looks."

Zhiheng didn't have any plans, and didn't know much about it, so he wholeheartedly accepted the company's arrangements.

Went to that draft.

Their agency is indeed rich and powerful. Not only did they arrange a lot of shots for Zhiheng, but they also directly let Zhiheng sit on the No. 7 throne in the finals, missing one debut, which became the hearts of the audience.

Although Zhiheng's appearance is well recognized by the audience, his professional ability is...

It is because of this that Jian Yiguo did not choose to let him make his debut in the planning of Zhiheng's route, but chose to let him become the heart of the audience.

Next, Zhiheng gained some popularity, and various low-cost online dramas offered olive branches one after another, but Jian Yiguo rejected them one by one.

Although Zhiheng felt a little pity, he still felt that he would follow the arrangement of professionals.

Just when Zhiheng was idle at home for a month or two, the audience almost forgot about Zhiheng.

It suddenly broke out that Zhiheng accepted a script from a famous director and participated in a big IP drama.

When netizens thought of Zhiheng's singing and dancing ability, they shook their heads and said: Leak!

Let Zhiheng play, they will really appreciate it.

Don't spoil our good script.

In an instant, all the scolding voices gathered under Zhiheng's Weibo.

But these did not have any impact on Zhiheng.

It wasn't until later that they discovered that Zhiheng's Weibo was not installed on his phone, and Zhiheng's Weibo had been hosted by his manager Jian Yiguo.

"..."

Therefore, they have been talking for so long, and they are talking in vain, and the person concerned does not know at all.

Zhiheng packed her luggage, ready to bid farewell to Jiang Min.

(End of this chapter)

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