Feed the tiger with her

Chapter 143
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Is the little tadpole looking for his father?
Jian Zhiyan thought about this question more than ten years ago, and as she grew up, she has already recognized the reality.

"If he wanted to come, he would have come a long time ago. Otherwise, why would he have allowed me to stay in Jane's house for so many years? As for what kind of person he is..."

Jian Zhiyan was already full, so she buckled the lunch box and said without hope.

"Looking at my mother's current boyfriend, you should know that he is not a serious person."

Song Ange felt that it was reasonable, but she dared not say this, after all, it was related to Mrs. Jian and it was a family affair.

The topic stopped there.

Half of the lunch break was over, and Jian Zhiyan was going to go back to practice.

Before parting with her friend, she asked anxiously.

"You work with Lu Yin, you didn't encounter any embarrassment because of me, did you?"

"Huh?" Song Ange was confused for a moment, but immediately realized, "I am no longer in Zhongjun..."

"how?"

"Teacher Xie has another team that is in charge of Jin Jing's business. If there is a shortage of people there, I will be sent there."

"You're working for Jin Jing now?" Then there's nothing to worry about.

Jian Zhiyan: "Very good, following my brother is at least better than following Lu Yin."

"Maybe."

Song Ange twitched the corners of his mouth and laughed dryly.

The best friend's time was too short, Song Ange was a little bit reluctant, and sent Jian Zhiyan back to the training ground, she didn't leave, but watched for a while.

In the middle of Yishui'er's black bunt, stood a tall figure, revealing a white neck, Jian Zhiyan looked so slender.

With a sharp whistle, the battle began immediately.

I don't know what the content of the script is, but looking at the posture, it's one-to-many—Jian Zhiyan is alone, facing four or five men—even though it's just a rehearsal, the state of siege and culling shocked Song Ange greatly.

How come it's true? !

Seeing Jian Zhiyan being brought down again and again, Song Ange couldn't bear it. After watching for a while, she walked out of the stadium.

When he felt bored, Song Ange caught a glimpse of Lu Yin walking from the other side.

When he was talking with people and standing side by side with foreigners, Lu Yin's height still had a great advantage, his face was light, he listened more and talked less, occasionally nodded slightly, but there was no emotion in his eyes.

Song Ange snorted coldly, he is noble, he is elegant, he is effortless, what about Jian Zhiyan? !

No longer in awe of confessing Lu Yin as the boss, Song Ange walked over and called out, Mr. Lu.

Lu Yin quickly raised his eyes and pulled away from the conversation, "Lawyer Song? Why are you here?"

Everyone is looking at her.

Song Ange responded coldly, "I came to see Zhiyan, she was trained here, so I am here."

"Where is Yan Yan?" Lu Yin's eyes tightened slightly, he paused for a moment, but quickly thought of the point.

"Didn't Zhang Fan's second female lead be replaced? Why is she still on the set?"

"So you know Zhiyan's second daughter has been replaced." Song Ange immediately caught Lu Yin's trick.

She questioned, "Zhiyan's second daughter was pushed by someone, is there also your manipulation? You want to force Zhiyan to leave, but if she doesn't, you just want her to suffer, don't you?"

"Lawyer Song, you'd better say something that everyone can understand."

Lu Yin's displeasure and impatience were rarely written on his face.

Song Ange was not afraid, "With no good characters left, Zhiyan can only pick up unwanted ones."

"Now she is learning kung fu from a bunch of martial artists. Just to play a big role, she doesn't know how many times a day she has to be beaten!"

"She entered this industry out of love, and if something hinders you, can't we all get together and relax? Or, you see her being tortured by you in another way, and she has the pleasure of manipulating her."

"Lu Yin, don't be so selfish!"

Sharp and straight to the door, no one has ever dared to yell at Lu Yin.

The man's face was expressionless, and there was no temperature in his eyes, either cold or warm, nothing.

He just asked again flatly, "What is Jian Zhiyan's role now?"

The producer beside him knew that something was going to happen, so he quickly leaned over, "Ms. Jian's role was not originally planned—"

"I didn't ask you." The voice was cold and cold.

The producer kept silent, and looked at Song Ange pleadingly.

When Song Ange went to see Lu Yin, his heart was a little shaken, but he still said with a droopy face.

"They thought Zhiyan had an accent, so they cast her as a dumb girl."

Lu Yin was silent again, turned around and glanced at his subordinates, his expression was extremely cold and stern, with just one glance, everyone was as quiet as a chicken.

Song Ange's heart was beating violently at the moment. He didn't know whether he had done justice or caused hatred for Jian Zhiyan, and he was in conflict for a while.

Lu Yin withdrew his gaze and stared at her, "I understand what you said."

Song Ange was stunned for a few seconds, and realized that Lu Yin and his people had already strode far away.

She recovered and felt very subtle.

As a lawyer, she has a keen sense of smell, and it is her professional instinct to detect the weakness of her opponent at the first time.

Just now, Song Ange obviously tasted the compromise in Lu Yin's tone, even if it was very inconspicuous.

But she was still sure that Lu Yin listened to what she said.

……

The atmosphere of the training base sometimes makes people think that they have returned to the student days——

You only need to concentrate on doing one thing every day. If you do it well, you can finish it. If you don’t do it well, you have to keep doing it until you do it well.

Others think it's boring to persevere, but Jian Zhiyan doesn't dislike it at all. On the contrary, she likes to do things with clear goals.

Everything with a clear goal makes her feel safe.

For the Nth time, she drew the knife out of its sheath, and Jian Zhiyan jumped up with one leg and swooped forward. This action requires the strength of the legs to be strong enough to do it in one go.

In the empty training hall, night poured in, Jian Zhiyan practiced in front of the mirror for a long time, too strenuous exercise caused a lot of sweating and dehydration.

For the last time, the action was barely completed.

She finally couldn't support herself, so she knelt down on the cushion, her hands spread out, her forehead fell into the palms, she knelt there, quietly like a statue.

The scattered strands of hair are wrapped around the plaster-colored neck, giving it a fragile beauty.

In the huge space, only the girl's thin and deep breathing was heard.

The dim lighting and the messy props all around magnified Jian Zhiyan's tenacity virtually.

Whether it is a profession or a person, it is an honor to be treated almost obsessively by Jian Zhiyan. Her passionate and persistent love is so precious in this chaotic and ignorant era.

In the room near the door, on the chair against the wall, Lu Yin was sitting upright, with deep eyes.

He had been here for a while, and Jian Zhiyan was so absorbed that she didn't even notice that there was an extra pair of eyes in the training hall.

And those eyes, after falling on her, never moved away.

(End of this chapter)