Domineering cute baby: president daddy, you devil!

The deputy director hasn't recovered. A person who can still speak to him behind him comes to his ear and explains in a low voice: "Tang Xin's father is Fu Jinnian's adoptive father."

The assistant director was split by thunder. Fu Jinnian's adoptive father is Sheng Liancheng. Is Tang Xin's father Sheng Liancheng?! But the surnames are different

Fu Jinnian swept around and said in a loud voice, "if you see Tang Xin in the cast in the future, it's equivalent to seeing me. If you let me know that there is another person who doesn't respect her, try it."

"And you." That has been waiting for the release of the deputy director to see finally his turn, raised his head, precarious looking at the ground in front of Fu Jinnian, "pack up things, leave the crew."

"I don't care which family you are from here. If you follow my rules well, everyone will be safe. Otherwise, you will be responsible for the consequences." Obviously, Fu Jinnian knows his identity. It seems that it's not so simple. However, in front of Fu Jinnian, it's still not enough.

Those staff who just chewed their tongues had already turned pale after listening to him. They were afraid that Tang Xin might complain or something later.

But Tang Xin and Fu Jinnian went in to check the video and left. The staff were relieved.

"Tang Xin, where are you going later?"

"To the hospital, would you like to come with me?" Fu Jinnian leaned on the car and thought of the "Crazy" woman in the hospital. His irritability and fear overcame his desire to be with Tang Xin. He shook his head. "No, I still have a job. Please pay attention to your safety. Call me whenever you have anything."

"Good."

Tang Xin goes to the hospital and goes straight to the ward where Qiao ChuChu is in hospital. Standing at the door, she can see Qiao ChuChu playing with her mobile phone leisurely, where there is a little bit of injury.

Hum, although this method is not so clever, it makes her succeed every time, but this time, I'm afraid she can't do it.

Tang Xin pushed the door in and saw her. Qiao ChuChu's expression and action were stiff at the same time. "What are you doing here?"

Ignoring her frowning eyes, Tang Xin opened the video she had just recorded and put it in front of her with a cold voice: "Qiao ChuChu, do you think your method is very clever?"

"You can cover up the truth by making a show of a deputy director and asking him to stop me from looking at the recording?"

As her voice fell, Qiao ChuChu's face became more and more ugly, black, red and white, like a palette.

"Tang Xin!" Qiao ChuChu was so angry that he roared. I don't know whether he was angry or really angry.

Compared with her anger, Tang Xin is more calm. She slowly opens a recording, in which a voice sounds with a cry: "yes, sister ChuChu asked me to do it. She asked me to change the props, saying that I want a sense of realism. I really don't know what she wants to do."

Qiao ChuChu's face became more ugly, squeezing out a few words from his teeth, "what do you want to do?"

"I don't want to do anything. I just think you owe my artist an apology." Tang Xin slowly put away his mobile phone, put his hands in his pocket, and looked down at Qiao ChuChu, "send a micro blog to Wang Xiaolu to apologize, if you don't want this recording and video to be exposed."

Her expression gradually became cold, apricot eyes slightly narrowed, danger quietly infected his eyes, "Qiao ChuChu, my patience is limited, this kind of thing I hope only happens once."

"I don't know what you're talking about..."

"Do you know it's your business? In a word, I hope you don't let me down." Chong Qiao ChuChu shakes his mobile phone, and Tang Xin turns and leaves naturally.