Guiqiu the Hostess Let Go of the Salted Fish

In the middle of the night, the party lights are on, surrounded by relaxed-looking young people.

This is a gathering of wealthy and idle people. Most of them are young people, and some of them bring peripherals or small stars directly around, and they walk with a gust of wind. The turmoil in City A has long since subsided. Over the years, the wealthy and wealthy people who have come and gone have changed a lot, but there are still those few at the top.

"Your party is not high enough, don't you want to change the evil and return to the right? The Gong family, Song family or something, how come you have to come?" Someone grabbed the sleeve of the organizer and said.

"The people of those two families are all very serious, who will come." The organizer is a twenties-year-old swinger, who has just joined the company recently, and he also wants to do something and win the relationship. The idea of ​​hosting this party. He answered with a smile and raised his eyebrows: "But I have invited the Jiang family."

"The Jiang family...?" The person who was talking to him curled his eyebrows, and then took a breath, "Why did you invite her? You are afraid of that..."

"For such a party, the two families won't come, but the Jiang family won't be absent. That one really came, then I said I'm brilliant." After that, the organizer winked at the people. "It is said that she is interested in getting involved in the entertainment industry, but I have invited a lot of celebrity traffic. Is it sincere?"

"Entertainment? The Song family..."

During the talk, there was a commotion at the door. The organizer’s eyes were sharp, and at the first glance, he saw a thin figure walking forward, a little high and low shoulders when walking, one head of hair was flashing under the light, and the organizer’s eyes lit up: " coming."

He broke free of his friend's hand, walked forward, squeezing all kinds of people around him, and smiled: "Mr. Jiang, come here."

Jiang Ran raised her head, she dyed her hair, only to her shoulders, showing a thin face, with no blood, she always looked a little bit mean, her eyes were heavy, and she always felt a little panicked when she looked at people seriously. The organizer rubbed his hands, bent slightly, and drew people forward. Jiang Ran was silent, holding his cane forward.

Her walking stick is custom-made, the wood is round and silky, and it is inconspicuous under the light, almost as dark as iron. As the footsteps went forward, a dull sound was released, and even the music seemed to stop, which made people feel a kind of uneasy.

"Who is this? A lame..."

There was a voice in the crowd, and after only one sentence, Jiang Ran turned his head and looked over, accurately spotting the speaker. It was a woman who was talking. She didn't like being looked at so fiercely. She wanted to say something, only to find that the people around her were all at a distance from her, as if she was afraid of some bad luck.

"Who are you! How did you get in! The security guard!!!"

The organizer immediately shouted loudly, and the invisible security guard rushed out, grabbing people and pulling them out like a chicken. Jiang Ran watched as everyone was dragged to the door, and then he said slowly: "That's not good, I'm a pretty little girl."

The organizer immediately raised his voice: "Be gentle and throw farther!!"

After speaking, he turned his head and smiled at Jiang Ran. Jiang Ran looked at people up and down, only then laughed: "The younger generation is terrifying."

"What did Mr. Jiang say? Come and go here. I heard that Mr. Jiang has thoughts about the entertainment industry recently, and it happens that I have some resources here. This time I called a few directors and screenwriters. By the way, that big star Nan Xing, just after taking a look, they are all here too. I will introduce you to you."

Jiang Ran nodded, and the organizer walked forward, bragging as he walked, without mentioning Jiang Ran's legs.

Jiang Ran’s legs are a taboo in the business district of City A. At that time, Jiang’s family changed and many things happened inside. The organizer was only a teenager at the time. He was very rebellious when he was a teenager. Hearing a few words from his immortal father, What Jiang Ran is a personal thing. He didn't know much, only that Jiang Ran had climbed to the Song family. This is not easy! !

The organizer glanced at Jiang Ran, then turned his head.

The private room has long been full of people.

The host introduced them one by one. When talking about Nan Xing, Nan Xing smiled and stretched out his hand to Jiang Ran: "Mr. Jiang, I've heard of the name for a long time."

The two of them shook their hands and Jiang Ran felt that her palm was slightly scratched. She raised her eyes and saw Nan Xing smile at her, gracious. Jiang Ran lowered her eyes and rubbed her thumb and index finger lightly. She didn't know what she was thinking. After a while, she smiled and said, "Sit down."

Jiang Ran had a bad leg, and the posture of sitting was different from others. The black and shiny walking stick was tightly attached to her calf, looking like a powerful posture that could violently beat people at any time. Coupled with her too thin face and the sharp profile of the profile face, she looked like a rebellious youth.

Nan Xing sketched her profile in the air.

Jiang Ran turned his head and looked at Nan Xing: "What are you doing?"

Nan Xing laughed: "Mr. Jiang's profile is very photogenic, I'm just an occupational disease... I can't help it when I see beautiful women."

This sentence couldn't help being said so meaningful that everyone on the side laughed. The organizer leaned into Jiang Ran's ear: "Mr. Jiang, Nan Xing is just a bit playful."

This is more than fun, Jiang Ran felt that his clothes were about to be stripped away by the other's eyes.

She remained silent, sitting there like a big Buddha. Others laughed for a while, and when Jiang Ran didn't speak, they chuckled away and said, "Why did Mr. Jiang think of entering the entertainment industry?"

Jiang Ran raised his eyes and said slowly, "There are many beautiful people, I am happy."

Everyone knows that the Jiang family is not so good-tempered, and his speech is not so pleasant, but the meeting is not as well-known as it is, this is simply a topic terminator.

However, Nan Xing became interested and moved to Jiang Ran's side: "Mr. Jiang, do you have any books you are interested in lately?"

"Well, not for the time being, I don't rule out starting with variety shows first." Jiang Ran moved his body, a little farther away without a trace, and he was even more excited when he fell into Nan Xing's eyes.

It looks gloomy and difficult to provoke, but there is a little innocence in some details. This interested Nan Xing, who was used to watching the Haitian feast. She giggled and moved closer: "The variety show cycle is fast and the returns are fast, so it's suitable for entering the circle."

Jiang Ran watched Nan Xing get closer and closer. She squeezed her cane and raised her eyebrows at Nan Xing, "Miss Nan, do you have any recommendations?"

Nan Xing also laughed. She is indeed a beauty, but her eyes flashed, showing a bit of utilitarianism: "My studio happens to have a project for negotiation..."

As she spoke, she said something, with a hint of temptation: "After hearing about the newly promoted actresses of the Song family, Mr. Song himself stood on the platform..."

Before he finished speaking in Nan Xing, Jiang Ran's brows and eyes were filled with hostility, and his words were impatient: "Okay, what are you doing? If she can stand on the platform, I can't stand on the platform for the person I like. NS?"

When Jiang Ran was angry, her pale skin was full of beauty, and her eyes were calm and hostile. She cut through the beauty like a blade, like a snow blade hidden under the splendid silk, fascinating.

Nan Xing was originally a veteran who eats everything for men and women. Suddenly seeing the beauty under the snow-capped mountains, he breathed and felt a little hot in his heart.

It was said that the Patriarch of the Song family had fallen out with Jiang Ran, originally Nan Xing didn't believe it. She also likes women, so she can naturally see the love hidden under the news that is true and false.

Originally, Nan Xing had been listening to gossip about Jiang and Song's family, and the two of them had nothing to do with the entertainment industry. But since the Song family opened a high-profile entertainment company last year and smashed her rivals, all this has changed.

Then, the Jiang Song family, who were close to each other, began to fight. Later, when I learned that Jiang Ran was also planning to enter the entertainment industry, Nan Xing's thoughts moved.

Her small studio can't be on the stage, but what does it matter? As long as Jiang Song is in conflict, as long as Jiang Ran likes women, she has a chance.

In the trial just now, she had already got the answer she wanted.

Seeing the astringency in Jiang Ran's expression, Nan Xing couldn't help licking the corner of his mouth.

Sentimental without knowing it, gorgeous and rich.

She likes such a woman best. If you are happy and Mr. Jiang is desperate for her, Nan Xing is willing to give up the entire forest for Mr. Jiang.

Jiang Ran didn't know Nan Xing's thoughts, her mind was full of anger. She glanced at Nan Xing, the other person's look at her made her a little displeased, but Nan Xing's conditions were indeed a good partner for cooperation, not to mention, she could also hear that Nan Xing did not like Song's new queen.

It just so happened that Jiang Ran didn't like it either.

The enemy of the enemy is the friend.

Jiang Ran adjusted his expression, concealed his unhappiness, and started talking with Nan Xing.

Nan Xing is not a silly bag, and the two talked quite happily. When others saw it, they knew that Jiang Ran was looking at Zhongnan Star, and they gave each other helpless glances.

Jiang Ran is a businessman, and he didn't slow down to treat other people. They all had a good talk, and he also finalized several cooperation intentions.

Upon seeing this, the host hurriedly raised his glass and laughed: "Everyone is friends now, come and have a drink."

The wine is hot, and the speech is a bit more relaxed. If someone who doesn't know meets, I am afraid that those present are friends who have been friends for many years. Seeing that Jiang Ran was a little drunk, the organizer stretched out his hand to help, but Nan Xing was one step ahead.

"You are a man, leave it to me, President Jiang."

"In these days, men have to guard against, and women don't let them." The organizer knew what virtue Nan Xing was, and laughed.

"That said, even if there is something, then President Jiang won't suffer."

Between the two women, it is true that whoever suffers if it is not good. The organizer let go a little hesitantly, and Nan Xing said again: "Jiang is always in the same way, don't worry."

The host changed his expression and completely handed out: "Gou Fugui. The room is upstairs, safe and soundproof."

"I won't forget you."

Nan Xing blew a kiss to him, half-arming the drunk Jiang Ran forward. She added some ingredients to Jiang Ran's wine, not much, to add to the excitement, but she didn't expect that Jiang Ran's drink volume seemed not to be very good, so she poured it all at once.

It's more cute.

Nan Xing licked the corner of his mouth excitedly.

There was a shadow at the top of the stairs, Nan Xing did not pay attention, she hugged Jiang Ran and moved forward, crossing the shadow.

"It will be uncomfortable for you to drag her like this."

The voice suddenly sounded, and Nan Xing turned her head impatiently: "You taught me to do things... Song, Song..."

As the person walked out of the shadows, Nan Xing's words became stammers.

"I can't teach you to do things?"

Song Zhi looked at Nan Xing with a soft tone and a smile, but the smile didn't reach the bottom of her eyes, it looked like she was going to choose someone to eat.

Nan Xing hurriedly shook his head. Song Zhi approached, holding Jiang Ran's shoulders with one hand, holding her up, and looking at Nan Xing coldly, with a soft tone: "Isn't you going to roll?"