The Unruly Wife Refuses to Marry Leng 108 Times

There was no reply from the other side of the phone for a long time, and just when Wen Qiao thought it was useless, a deep male voice came from somewhere in the phone.

"May I know the reason why you quit the entertainment circle?" Murong Ting said with a confused expression, resting his fingers on something beside him.

Reason?
Wen Qiao suddenly fell into deep thought. In fact, she didn't like filming very much. If it wasn't for the two-year agreement, maybe she wouldn't have set foot in this field at all.

This includes her own selfishness
A debt to Ji Rufeng.

"I want to... sing." Wen Qiao replied, her hands grabbed her clothes, and strangled her fingers with the bald thread.

Surprise flashed across Murong Ting's eyes, he thought she wanted to quit the entertainment industry because she terminated her contract with Star Entertainment Group...

Then back to her little uncle.

It seems that things are not what I thought.

The corner of the man's mouth curled up, and he put his hands in his trouser pockets, "Okay, Star Entertainment can provide you with transformation, but according to the signed contract, you still need to stay in the company, but your identity has changed. I will arrange for someone to go over and explain."

Do you sing?
...she actually had the same idea, but...
People are gone.

Wen Qiao's face was filled with joy. She didn't expect the boss to actually agree, and even provided herself with such a convenient method.

"thank you boss."

After the two spoke a few words, Wen Qiao hung up the phone.

"Grumbling."

There was a sound in her belly.

hungry.

Wen Qiao's mood immediately became depressed again. It is now 09:30 in the evening. At this time, Ji Rufeng will make a good meal for himself.

...

private villa area

As night fell, there was a room in the villa area with lights on.

The man's body was wrapped in many white bandages.

Even his face was not spared, the instrument beside him was beeping.

"how is the situation?"

The woman asked in a low voice, with displeasure in her tone.

The middle-aged man sitting on one side took out a square towel from his pocket and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Still...not optimistic" After the middle-aged man finished speaking cautiously, he raised his head and looked at the woman in front of him.

The woman's sharp eyes shot at him, and the middle-aged man's body trembled instantly.

"Trash!" the woman scolded angrily, holding an envelope in her hand.

She opened it, looked at it, and then closed it again.

"Watch here, and let me know if you have any news, or you will know." The woman put down her words and left, until the door was closed, and the middle-aged man let out a sigh of relief.

It is really a living ancestor!
He was unlucky for eight lifetimes!

....
Leng Yixuan stared at the computer screen in front of him, his mind wandered elsewhere.

"Drip drip."

The man answered the phone quickly, with a hint of joy in his black eyes.

But after the voice over there sounded, the joy in the man's eyes disappeared.

"Yixuan? I've heard about that." The old man's speech was neither too fast nor too slow, very powerful.

It's like sleeping on a trivial little thing.

Leng Yixuan lowered his eyes, black eyelashes covered the expression in his eyes, he said "Mm" without changing his face.

The old lady's eyelids twitched instantly.

"Let me tell you what's good about you! Have you thought about the consequences of this matter?" The old lady said coldly, hitting the floor vigorously with the crutch in her hand.

Even through the mobile phone, Leng Yixuan could hear the voice.