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Chapter 175 Rare Leisure

Lu Jingshan is not the kind of person who will be eccentric when he speaks, but once he starts to take it seriously, his words will always have a eccentric tone.

But Fang Yimeng still likes him in this state.

The woman nestled on the bed, found a comfortable angle and clicked the call icon, and the other party answered the call soon.

"what happened?"

The man seemed very surprised by the phone call, and it was rare to hear the emotion of astonishment in his usually calm tone.

The corners of Fang Yimeng's lips rose slightly, "It's nothing but a phone call, so as not to let some old people stay in their hometown alone, ah—"

She deliberately let out a long sigh, elongating the tone of the last modal particle.

There was a rustling sound of cloth rubbing against Lu Jingshan, and soon after the man was amused, his low and cheerful tone rose.

"It turned out that I called because I was running to see how pitiful the person was."

"Well...why not." Fang Yimeng replied with a smile.

Hearing her words, Lu Jingshan calmly changed the subject to another one.

"You didn't get scolded by your uncle or aunt after you went back."

When it comes to this topic, Fang Yimeng is not willing to chat anymore.

"I didn't get scolded, they wanted to hold me in their hands, how dare they scold me."

In fact, Fang Yimeng was blocked by Fang's mother at the bathroom door and read the chant for nearly an hour.

For example, if you don't know how to protect yourself, a lot of old people can still encounter kidnapping that only children would have;
For another example, it's not that the family can't afford to support people, so why do they have to work hard all night without rest and filming dramas.

To be honest, Fang Yimeng can completely refute these words.But the nagging person was Fang's mother, Fang Yimeng could only endure and listen to these words.

The two of them chatted again, and the time seemed to be approaching one o'clock in the morning. Although Lu Jingshan still wanted to hear Fang Yimeng's voice, he still asked her to hang up the phone and go to sleep.

After hanging up the phone, how could Fang Yimeng really go to sleep obediently.

She opened Weibo and looked at the relevant Weibo content posted by everyone in the real-time square, and picked a few Weibo content to read comments.

Of course, most of the weibo content she read focused on topics related to her and Liao Ran.

For example, some internal staff of the production team will create a small Weibo account by themselves, and will quietly publish some gossip in the circle without revealing their identities.

[I am a trumpet vest: It has been four or five days since I saw the heroine come to the filming crew of "The Life of a White Collar". It seems that this incident will really hurt her vitality]

Under this Weibo, many people commented.

【Brack: Isn't the studio a certificate issued by the hospital where Po was injured? Although it's nothing serious, the human spirit will definitely be tortured. 】

[Bass: Indeed, and the mental shock is definitely more painful than the physical one]

[Tasi: Has the artist's studio not responded until now? 】

When Fang Yimeng saw this sentence, she suddenly remembered that it was true. She searched Liao Ran's studio and Liao Ran's Weibo, and found that their latest Weibo post was also three days ago.

She pulled the corners of her lips and sneered, how dare Liao Ran respond now, she dared to say a word, she could be thrown a stone hammer, this is the real accelerated death.

After swiping through Weibo, seeing all the approval and pity turned towards Fang Yimeng, she simply put the phone aside, closed her eyes and went to sleep contentedly.

It was eleven o'clock in the morning when Fang Yimeng woke up naturally the next day.

Fang Yimeng took a deep breath from the rare recovery of a relaxed life, then buried her head in her pillow and swept her face.

Laying out of bed is her habit in the morning, and she will get up and go to the bathroom to tidy herself up when she is almost out of bed.

The weather has turned into autumn, and the air has turned a bit cooler. When Fang Yimeng put on her home clothes, she could still see the bruises on her wrists caused by the friction of the rope, although it was not the same as when she took it off on the first day. The mottled red bruise was bruised, but the yellow bruise looked even more shocking.

She was still wearing long-sleeved trousers. After walking out of the room, she met Fang Jianyan, who came out of the room and was wearing a suit and leather shoes.

"Where are you going?" Fang Yimeng looked at her brother's suit, whose main color was off-white, with his silver frame on the bridge of his nose.

The two looked at each other, brothers and sisters should not know each other too well, even if they wear what kind of clothes, they know where the other party is going.

"You're not going to confront Lu Jingshan and Liao Ran, are you?" Fang Yimeng leaned on the fence on the second floor, looking up and down at her own brother.

Fang Jianyan is tall and slender. Both brother and sister have perfectly inherited Fang's father's tall genes. His slender legs are wrapped in silver-gray suit pants. The vest and vest are also of the same color. You can see the thin waist outlined by the vest.

"Liao Ran noticed that the contract was not signed equally and asked to re-sign."

"So Lu Jingshan really sold Hualing?" Fang Yimeng was a little surprised when he heard this sentence.

Fang Jianyan held the briefcase in one hand, put his bony hand on the neckline, and pushed his tie up slightly.

"It's useless to keep a subsidiary under Hualing, a company that has been losing money all year round." After explaining his and Lu Jingshan's plan briefly, he signaled that time was running out, and hurried downstairs to leave .

Fang Yimeng crossed her arms and looked at the back of her brother leaving thoughtfully for a moment.

Just when she was thinking about what to do next, the Fang mother who came out of the kitchen on the first floor saw her daughter. Fang mother raised her eyebrows and shouted at the other party: "Come down to eat! Don't sleep during the day and don't sleep at night. Are you cultivating immortals!?"

The familiar nagging sound interrupted Fang Yimeng's thoughts, and she went downstairs to eat.

After lunch, Fang's mother asked the nanny to stew the bird's nest. She told Fang Yimeng not to run around when she had a rare rest, and then she walked out of the house without looking back.

Fang's mother started a happy life playing mahjong every day.

Fang's father over there actually went to Fang's company early in the morning to deal with matters. Ever since he learned that Fang Yimeng would be bullied by women like Liao Ran in the circle, he couldn't sit still for a long time and went to the company to sit in charge , seems to be trying to figure out how to make her daughter dare not offend in the circle.

Fang Yimeng, who is nestled at home, holds the ipad and starts to scan Weibo and videos every day, or watch some interesting live broadcasts to pass the time.

While swiping Weibo, a stage photo suddenly appeared on her phone screen.

The four corners are all dark, and it is obvious that this photo was taken by high beam lights like those on the stage.

(End of this chapter)