As soon as Jian Ran left, the female assistant came up to him, her voice was a little unbelievable, "Brother Ji, does auntie know him?"

After a pause, she widened Kazilan's small eyes, "Don't you agree? Does Auntie know his reputation? Don't be fooled by appearance!"

Ji Yuanming raised his eyelids and stared at them coolly.

The female assistant immediately averted her eyes, "Sorry Brother Ji, I was the one who said too much."

Ji Yuanming didn't respond, put on his half sleeves silently, and walked out of the studio with his long legs. When he was about to disappear at the door, he turned his head inadvertently, and a particularly striking figure easily came into view.

Undoubtedly, Jian Ran's appearance is outstanding, her figure is also good, her muscle lines are not exaggerated, but she can see the power contained in her muscles, especially her side waist, which gives people a feeling of...Excellent illusion.

What the hell!

Never had this idea before!

It must be an illusion!

I only have Zhong Fanrui in my heart,

Jian Ran is nothing but a poor fake!

Despite the mental construction, Ji Yuanming's eyes were still dark, and his voice was low, "What is he doing? Does he need to take off his clothes?"

The female assistant tilted her head and glanced inside, her flaming red lips twitched, expressing her disdain, "I haven't heard of Jian Ran taking any job recently, Feng Lan is planning to hide him in the snow, maybe he wants to get a position again?"

"However, today the sun came out from the west, so it didn't stick to Brother Ji..."

Before he finished speaking, he was forced back by the increasingly cold gaze, and swallowed back the words that followed.

For a moment, Ji Yuanming left the studio with an inexplicable resentment.

Sitting in the nanny's car, he thought for a while, and still dialed the phone, and the answer was answered quickly.

"Mom, has Jian Ran harassed you recently? Have you revealed my whereabouts?"

 …

Seeing Jian Ran in the dressing room waiting to be styled, sitting upright like an old dog, Xu Xuda almost shed tears from his old father,

He tentatively asked, "Have you seen Ji Yuanming?"

"I'm not blind?" Jian Ran focused on looking through WeChat.

Xu Xuda was still a little worried, and continued to probe, "Then why don't you rush over?"

"I'm not stupid!" Jian Ran still didn't look up.

Xu Xuda finally had a sense of accomplishment as if a lovestruck patient had been cured. He reached out and patted his delicate shoulder, "That's right, keep it up. Those who hinder your progress should be ignored..."

Just halfway through the impassioned words, he suddenly heard Jian Ran talking to himself in his seat.

"What did you say?" Xu Xuda couldn't believe his ears, and asked in surprise.

Jian Ran clicked on someone's profile picture in VX, and said with a slightly hesitant tone, "I said, why hasn't he transferred the money yet, does he want to renege on his debt?!"

Xu Xuda, who had already seen the three characters of "Lu Yanting" when his eyes fell, "..."

I shouldn't have fantasies!

——

"Brother Lu, are you really planning to sign a contract with Laifu Inn? It's your debut variety show! Just leave it to this..."

thing?!

Su Yuan didn't dare to say the last three words.

After all, the sight that my boss looked over was not so friendly.

Maybach was silent for a long time, and the air became subtle and weird.

Lu Yingdi, who was cold and expensive, suddenly said, "Do you know the market of these people? How much does a talisman cost?"

Su Yuan shook his head sincerely, "I'm not sure, do you need me to investigate?"

He suddenly thought of something, and asked with wide eyes, "That Jane is cheap, ah no, how much does Jian Ran want?"

"One thousand." Lu Yanting's gaze was a little wandering, and his sexy voice was a little deep.

"One thousand pieces of torn paper?! Why didn't he grab it?!" Su Yuan's expression was exaggerated, he paused, and then asked with a strange face, "Brother Lu, don't you really drink?"

Lu Yanting didn't say a word. Thinking of the smell of cigarette ash he swallowed last night, his complexion turned dark. He tapped the VX with his long and slender fingers, and put the phone back into his pants.

"Don't ask if you shouldn't." He kneaded his temples, his eyebrows stretched, it seemed that he slept well last night, and the bruises under his eyes have eased a lot.

The effect is not bad,

may be a coincidence,

or,

Buy two more?