Vicious Male Match Raising Cubs Online

Chapter 12:

Rong Sheng wondered: "Ji Yanxiu's home hospital?"

The special assistant nodded: "Yes, President Rong, Ran Anluo issued an important announcement today. Xia Jing went with him as an agent. But the way back was not comfortable, so I went to the hospital for a checkup. I need to go there again. Ask me?"

Rong Sheng waved his hand: "No. I don't stretch my hand so long, he will naturally say if there is any problem with his body."

The special assistant is a lean and upright girl, with her hair meticulously groomed into black and long straight, and then stepping on high heels, her aura is compelling.

She turned her head and looked at Tan Qing, who was standing by the sofa doing nothing, and said to Rong Sheng empathetically: "Mr. Rong, Mr. Tan today..."

Rong Sheng originally wanted to ask Xia Jing to sign Tan Qing together, anyway, he and Ran Anluo were originally a combination, and there should be a lot of topics.

But looking at it like this today, it's obviously impossible to do it.

Rong Sheng thought for a while, first let Tanqing go out of the office, then flipped through the information on the desk, looked up and asked, "Are there any web dramas that have a good director recently?"

The special assistant couldn't figure out what the boss meant for a while, and then he tentatively said: "There is a costume drama directed by Cheng Ye, and the script has just been released. His court drama has been hot, and it should be hot."

Rong Sheng said, "Is the male number one set?"

The special assistant considered it for a moment, and said: "Although it has not been announced to the public, the current male number reported by the employer seems to be Ji Yanxiu."

Rong Sheng: "When did Ji Yanxiu go to join in the excitement of the online drama?"

Not to mention that Ji Yanxiu's family is not short of money for making online dramas.

Just to talk about his coffee status, the double-material actor to become the male number one in the online drama is enough for his fans to be angry at the film party for three days and three nights.

Special assistant's exquisite makeup face also slipped a little dazed: "I don't know why, if I remember correctly, this should be the first time he has taken a web drama."

Rong Sheng tilted Erlang's legs slowly and thought for a while: "If he is the male number one, has anyone chosen the male two? How about the female one and the female two?"

Nothing is bad, but I was worthy of picking up a web drama, except that I was really attracted by the script—

Then it can only lead people to the upper position and lift the sedan chair for others.

Based on what he knew about Ji Yanxiu, that person was not like a third generation at all, rather innocent and stupid.

It can be seen at a glance that it is so well protected by the family.

In short.

Rong Sheng and Ji Yan could not urinate in the same pot.

After all, it's just a web drama with average investment, and the special assistant usually has to deal with many things, and he didn't care too much about it.

At this time, Rong Sheng asked, and after a few answers, he was a little dazed. He had to pretend to be calm and said: "The second male has no news yet, and the female one should be a newcomer to Ji Yanxiu's company."

Rong Sheng raised his eyebrows, turned his head and said, "In this way, you can call the film crew for me. I will add a portion of the investment to help me reserve a second male candidate."

This arrangement did not cause the special assistants to be overly surprised.

After all, Rong Sheng was playing crazy, having a lot of love affairs in the flowers, seduce a lot of flowers and plants, and broke up a lot.

But every time we broke up properly and peacefully.

Obviously, in addition to being personal and good, financial resources and resources are also refreshing.

It's just that it was arranged for women in the past.

Why do you want a...male number two this time?

The special assistant suppressed the doubts in my heart. My heart might be relatives, friends, and family members, so he asked respectfully: "No problem, Mr. Rong, I will contact the filming party. You can choose who the second man is. Tell me? According to Cheng Dao's previous requirements, a recent photo should be needed."

"It's Tan Qing."

Rong Sheng smiled, "No need to provide photos."

Special assistant: "..."

Tan Qing, who was standing outside the office thinking about the fox, watched as the beautiful and **** special assistant sister walked out of it.

Walked to him.

He glanced at him strangely.

Then it was unbelievable as if the Three Views collapsed and left.

Tan Qing: "???"

Tan Qing took the copycat machine out to check the time, and immediately took a step forward to catch up with the special assistant: "Excuse me, can you wait a moment?"

The special assistant lady stopped at the elevator door, her expression numb: "What's the matter?"

Tan Qing showed a sincere smile and said shyly: "Well...I think it's going to be lunch soon. Can I go to the company cafeteria for lunch like other employees?"

Special assistant: "..."

My sister's expression became even more numb.

She looked at Tan Qing faintly for a while: "Yes, but it's not necessary."

Tan Qing: "..."

Tan Qing felt aggrieved: "But I'm so hungry."

The special assistant looked at Tan Qing’s stomach, and reconfirmed Tan Qing’s gender, her voice was full of sadness of a girl: “With your current relationship with Mr. Rong, of course you don’t have to go to the company restaurant for dinner. You are here. Wait, he will definitely not let you go to dinner at noon."

Once she thought she would always have a chance.

Unexpectedly, men are all big pig's hoofs, and they are bent when they say they are bent.

The special assistant reached out and wiped the corners of his eyes, and touched the black mascara in one hand.

Tan Qing didn't understand what Rong Sheng could have to do with him, but he still captured the point of the next sentence: "Then how long will it take him to get off work, pretty sister?"

The special assistant cleaned up her broken girl's heart, and began to worry about Tan Qing working in this image Rongsheng again.

After all, this person doesn't seem to be a fuel-efficient lamp, just in case he goes in to seduce Rongsheng like he did.

Then the boss was enthusiastic, unable to restrain his impulse early in the morning...

The special assistant Kan Tanqing's expression suddenly added a bit of unfriendliness: "There is still a while, you go with me first. Then the boss should contact you."

"Oh…"

Tan Qing obediently followed the special assistant.

Then he got off the elevator and was thrown by the special assistant in the lobby of one floor of the office building.

This floor seems to be used to prepare trainees for training. After entering, there are practice rooms lined with glass doors on both sides, and there are constantly young artists and body teachers coming in and out of the door.

Tan Qing stood in the middle of the road bored, and moved aside after being touched on her shoulder several times by people coming and going.

Hey, when can Rong Sheng get off work!

Weak, poor, helpless, and penniless Tan Qing decided to fill his hunger with water.

He walked to an automatic drinking fountain, took a disposable paper cup from the shelf, and began to receive water at the outlet of the cold water.

Before taking a full glass, a voice came from the side: "Oh, isn't this our most popular idol Tanqing! Is it reduced to drinking water from the company's laborers?"

Tan Qing took her own water intently, without even lifting her eyelids.

The man didn't receive any feedback from his taunting skills.

Tan Qing twisted her wrist and transferred the paper cup to the other hand. He took a couple of sips and said, "I'm just drinking. You have to come up and say, you are so annoying."

"..."

The boy who ridiculed him looked a bit young, and Tan Qing didn't care about him too much: "Besides, I don't even know you, who are you?"

The boy looked at Tan Qing as if he was looking at a source of pollution: "Of course you don't know me. Can't you only see rich people like He Mingyu?"

Tan Qing gave him a look of disapproval: "It's definitely not. I can still see a lot of silly and cynical little meat like you."

"…shameless."

Tan Qing shrugged, threw the drinking glass into the trash can, found a seat and sat down and started playing with her copycat machine.

The boy waited on the spot for a while, then leaned forward, gritting his teeth and asking Tan Qing as if he had been humiliated: "Why do you want to grab Senior Ran's resources?"

Tan Qing: "???"

Tan Qing spread out her hands innocently: "You see that all my poor are drinking water, do they seem to have resources?"

"..."

It is well-founded and convincing.

Tan Qing has finished fighting with two landlords, and it's okay to find something to provoke: "You are so mentally retarded, is it because you signed the same agent with Ran Anluo?"

The boy took a deep breath and was about to insult Tan Qing by his real name when he heard the copycat machine that the opposite person had just put away.

Tan Qing took the phone back from his trouser pocket and opened it to answer the call.

The rugged sound effects and astounding radio function of the copycat machine allows the people eating melons next to it to be able to hear exactly what the person on the other side is saying.

then.

Yu Qi, a newcomer on the 18th line, clearly heard from Tan Qing's phone the voice of the head of the He family, He Mingyu, who was far and away from them.

That voice is different from the very occasional voice in an interview.

Not so cold, but a bit more helpless, and a little soft taste of asking for help.

"Is it convenient to answer the phone now?"

He Mingyu was sitting on a leather chair in the center of his large office when he called Tan Qing—

Tan Jiji was sitting in his arms.

Putting on a small diaper, he held the pen that he often used seriously.

Poke and poke on the mahogany table with a fine pen.

It is a very dedicated woodpecker.

The documents that Secretary Lin Yu brought early in the morning were still on the desk, and there were still many to-do items in the computer that needed to be processed in time.

He Mingyu endured for a long time and lightly patted Tanjiji's little ass.

Tan Jiji turned his head silly, and yelled sweetly: "Rake, rake!"

He Mingyu: "Well, keep playing."

When it was almost noon, Lin Yu knocked on the office door according to his usual schedule.

Go in and take a look.

What are the papers in the morning? At noon... they all turn into talking drawing paper.

He Mingyu's frequently used German-imported fountain pen did not even have a whole body left, and his bald head was terribly bald.

Lin Yu was silent for a long while: "Boss, or call Tan Qing and ask him to take the child back first?"

He Mingyu signaled Lin Yu to move out the documents and materials on the table first to make a spacious space.

The pure cashmere dark gray coat was spread out on the table, and the meaty fat boy was happily put on by his father's powerful arms.

Tan Jiji opened a pair of small arms to He Mingyu, and shouted affectionately again: "Rake, rake!"

He Mingyu was so dizzy that he bent down and touched Tanjiji's head gently and carefully: "Shall we call Dad, okay?"

Tanjiji doesn't know what Rake and Dad mean at all, only the pronunciation of the word alone.

He blew a nasal bubble, and his red gums were exposed, appearing more and more dull.

The copycat machine broadcasted everything He Mingyu said like a loudspeaker.

Tan Qing glanced at the boy opposite, scratched his nose: "It's nothing, it's just a second-degree illness, what's wrong?"

He Mingyu paused for a moment, and said solemnly: "Talk about you and miss you."

Tan Qing looked disgusted: "What a big man thinks, he won't think about it after a fight."

He Mingyu: "..."

He Mingyu felt that he might never be able to reach an agreement with Tan Qing on the concept of parenting, so he changed the topic directly: "What's the matter with secondary illness?"

Tan Qing looked up at the little artist who had just made trouble for herself, and began to complain: "There is just one person, and he came up and told me that I had robbed Ran Anluo resources!"

He Mingyu ate a piece of sweet milk cake and frowned, "An artist in Rongsheng Company?"

"exactly!"

Tan Qing said to the boy with a stern face, "He Mingyu, ask what your name is!"

Yu Qi: "..."

Tan Qing: "???"

Tan Qing became even more angry, and said to He Mingyu super fiercely: "Damn! He turned and ran!"

Seeing that when Tan Qing was in a really bad mood, President He chose to endure his swearing, and said in the same way: "Remember what you look like?"

Tan Qing snorted: "Two eyes, one nose and one mouth. Anyway, they look uglier than me."

He Mingyu: "..."

He Mingyu was given a headache by the young and the young. He stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyebrows before he said: "If you are not busy today, I will let Lin Yu pick you up and have dinner with the kids in the evening?"

Tan Qing was hungry and dizzy, and immediately happily agreed to He Mingyu's invitation: "Then what time do we have dinner?"

He Mingyu said: "So active, hungry?"

Tan Qing weakly cried to He Mingyu: "I don't have any money to buy food, I'm so hungry."

He Mingyu said with an "enhance": "Talking is going to roll under the table, I will contact you later."

Tan Qing: "..."

Ah.

man.

Tan Qing hung up the phone coldly, and went to pick up a glass of mineral water coldly and ruthlessly.

When I was about to drink, the green chat app interface lit up.

He Mingyu transfers 5000 yuan to you.

Note: Don't be hungry.

very good.

I like this evil tyrant who doesn't agree with each other and gives out red envelopes.

Tan Qing happily collected the money, and sent a fox-like emoticon in the past: "Thank you, the master! Your relief should be unforgettable."

I thought He Mingyu wouldn't reply, but he didn't expect a word back after a while.

"it is good."

Tan Qing: "???"

Forget it, how the poor can understand the ideas of the rich.

Tan Qing took the huge amount of newly-received money and sat on the chair for a moment.

After all, his reputation in Shengjing Entertainment is surprisingly poor. In order to avoid encountering acquaintances from being subjected to a second taunting attack, Tan Qing decided to take the money and go out for a meal.

And He Mingyu on the other end of the phone just put down the phone, reached out and took Tanjiji back from the edge of the table, and sat down on the desk.

Lin Yu knocked on the door and walked quickly to He Mingyu with a kraft paper bag in his hand: "Boss, the test results you sent in the early hours of last night came out."

He Mingyu let him talk and spoil his cashmere coat, and reached for the test results.

Untie the tie and take out the stack of documents inside.

Only for a moment.

Lin Yu saw that his boss's expression suddenly became cold.

The author has something to say: small theater, talk about it: rake!

He Mingyu: Good.

Talk about: rake rake rake rake!

Rong Sheng: Kiss one!

Talk about: rake rake rake rake rake rake!

Ji Yanxiu: Guaibao is awesome. Dad will buy you the entire toy city in J City!

Tan Qingqing: You seem to be crazy 0.0

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