Chief husband, strong love!

Shen Enron raised his eyebrows, a name he often heard recently.

Xie Qinghuan was an artist brought by Zhuang Su, and Tang Xiaomi was her little fan. Tang Xiaomi took out the gun just now.

I just didn't expect Xie Qinghuan to know ye Shengting and know his private number.

She hesitated, didn't press to answer, and directly handed it to him, "your phone."

Yeshengting took his mobile phone and frowned at the name.

Mu Beishen just mentioned her today. Is it because he disclosed his whereabouts to Su Yan that Mu Beishen deliberately made such a move?

When the phone was connected, the man drove the car, his voice was low and calm, "what's up?"

Shen Enron turned and looked out of the window.

She seldom watches entertainment news, but she will notice some things more or less when she wants to go in this business.

Xie Qinghuan's scandal is almost zero, which is very rare in the circle.

She doesn't have any gossip hype, because everyone knows that few dare to have an affair with her.

There are many guesses about her backstage on the Internet, but she hasn't been able to guess why since her debut.

The only thing that can be confirmed is that only one Xie family is not enough to make her resources so powerful.

The most common guess, of course, is that there is a stronger financier behind her.

Shen Enron thought in his heart, isn't that powerful gold Lord Yesheng Ting?

Apart from other things, he is in line with both strength and resources.

At the thought of this, it should be impossible to say that there is no diaphragm in my heart.

Ye Shengting has never had a particularly close relationship with the opposite sex. Even if sun Yanyan claims to be familiar with him, she still needs to borrow her grandfather's face.

But Xie Qinghuan can call him personally.

Shen Enron thought a lot for a moment, until he heard the calm voice saying, "I'm driving. Since it's all right, I'll hang up."

She turned her head and happened to see that yeshengting had hung up the phone and handed it to her.

If he didn't instruct her to order anything, did he feel at a loss.

Shen Enron still connected his mobile phone. "Do you know Xie Qinghuan, too?"

There was a red light ahead. The car stopped. Yeshengting turned his head. There was only a little light in the car from the window on his side face.

His eyes were deep and his thin lips spilled, "what do you want to say?"

"It's said that she was an artist of sister Zhuang before. Later, she fell out. I just want to know why." She answered casually.

What else could she want to say?

I was a little curious about their relationship, but she was so vigilant before she asked.

It's no big deal.

"What's your agent's trouble with others? Do you dare to sign it if you don't know?" He stared at her indifferent face. "Never asked?"

"I've heard that she hacked Xie Qinghuan's money. I don't think she's like this kind of person. There's no need to ask."

Ye Shengting sniffed lightly, "don't you think it's so easy to cheat? Why are you so big?"

Shen Enron was a little speechless, and his face turned black when he heard no good words. "Didn't you say you could sign? Now I'm easy to cheat? Did I help others cheat you money?"

Night Shengting looked at her angrily and didn't speak: "..."

"Drive, green light!"

It's just the section with few cars. There's no car behind.

The corner of Yesheng's lips bent, "come here."

When Shen Enron turned his head, he leaned over and kissed his lips.

Just before she reacted, the man had pulled out and sat back to start the car.

She sat in her original position, staring at his face and speechless.

Are you sick? Driving well

Yesheng Ting Yu Guangli, who had been staring at herself, was inexplicably seen as hot and dry, and asked in a low voice, "why, not enough?"