The Widow King's Handbook

Lu Ming used his own tuba, as Jiang Yan's manager, and with his good looks, many of Jiang Yan's fans followed him, and it was convenient for him to learn about Jiang Yan's news.

Lu Ming's hands trembled, and those who followed him were stunned.

Lu Ming's Weibo interface usually only has some activity information of Jiang Yan, occasionally mixed with some Jiang Yan's daily photos, but the abrupt vote suddenly appeared on the clean interface, and a reminder appeared on it.

The person you follow "Broker Lu Ming" participated in this vote.

Jiang Yan's fans: "???"

Why did Jiang Yan's manager participate in this kind of voting!

"That's why Jiang Yan's manager isn't optimistic about this pair either. Look, there must be conflicts between them, otherwise even the manager wouldn't end."

"That's not necessarily what people voted for."

"Could it be that your hands are shaking?"

"Not necessarily? You don't have to lie to yourself like this, do you?"

"Hey, what's there to argue about? I have connections. I'll send him a private message and ask him which one he chose."

......

Lu Ming's phone interface froze for a moment, and he was directly stuck out.

Lu Ming's heart trembled, and after refreshing several times, he went back to take a look, and saw that the number of private messages on his Weibo increased rapidly.

Jiang Yan said he was going to pack his things, but in fact he just went in to say hello to the other people in the hut, and finally came out empty-handed.

Lu Ming's expression was dull, as if his soul had gone out of his body.

Jiang Yan glanced puzzledly.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Yan asked.

Lu Ming came back to his senses, glanced at Jiang Yan with a guilty conscience, coughed to cover up, and said, "It's nothing."

Jiang Yan narrowed his eyes and sensed something was wrong.

"is it?"

Lu Ming was shocked, and after watching Jiang Yan blink quickly, he honestly explained everything.

Jiang Yan: "..."

"I swear, I'm really just shaking my hands." Lu Ming said with a straight expression.

Jiang Yan glanced at him speechlessly, stretched out his hand and opened the car door, didn't bother to talk to him, and got into the car directly.

Lu Ming knew that he had probably escaped the disaster, he secretly let out a sigh of relief and followed him into the car.

vote?

Jiang Yan involuntarily raised a little curiosity in his heart. After getting in the car, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket, paused for a second when he clicked on Weibo, looked up at Lu Ming, and skillfully cut the trumpet .

Just in case I'm shaking too.

Jiang Yan searched the Weibo of the "Love Notes" program group, and saw the Weibo video on the top. After a cursory glance, he found that the program group shamelessly cut what he said when he participated in other programs.

Jiang Yan lingered on the button to block the program group for a while, and finally controlled himself with willpower, and scrolled down to the two votes.

Jiang Yan didn't even want to read the content of the first vote. He rolled his eyes in disgust and then continued to scroll down. The next one was the one that Lu Ming voted for because of shaking hands.

The comments and Lu Ming followed what he said, nothing changed, nothing more than an increase in the number of likes.

Jiang Yan glanced casually, and those comments didn't bother him much, and most of them were within his expectations.

Jiang Yan felt that it was meaningless, and swiped his finger to the side. When he was about to exit the comment interface, he accidentally swiped to the option of "Jiang Yan & Fu Nanxing".

Jiang Yan was taken aback by the option to shoot, and only later realized that his hands had slipped.

Jiang Yan moved his hand away and confirmed that it was his trumpet: "..."

fortunately.

Jiang Yan felt relieved.

Lu Ming pressed the horn twice, and seeing that Jiang Yan's attention was attracted, he said carefully, "It's almost there, stop playing with your phone, I'll pick you up tomorrow morning."

"Don't get up too late."

"Don't come too early."

The words of the two overlapped.

"Get out..." Lu Ming restrained his rude remarks, and quickly changed the wording, "Go down."

Jiang Yan pouted, and emphasized again after getting out of the car, "Don't come too early, did you hear me?"

"Let's go, let's go, ancestor."

Jiang Yan was chased up by Lu Ming.

It was getting late, Jiang Yan lay flat on the bed after taking a shower, and when he closed his eyes and was about to go to sleep, he suddenly remembered the vote he had cast with trembling hands.

Jiang Yan clicked his tongue, and opened Weibo again by the light of the night light.

Jiang Yan glanced at the title of the first vote, and then scrolled down to look at the title of the vote he had voted for. After a moment of silence, he turned off the phone again.

Jiang Yan closed his eyes again and forced himself to fall asleep.

After a while, Jiang Yan opened his eyes abruptly, cursed in a low voice, then fished out the phone with a broken can, and quickly tapped on the position of "Jiang Yan & Fu Nanxing" who voted first.

Well, neutralize it.

Jiang Yan lay down calmly.

The next day, Lu Ming came a little late as Jiang Yan said. After calling Jiang Yan to no avail, Lu Ming opened the door by himself as he expected, walked straight into Jiang Yan's bedroom, and stretched out his hand. Pick up Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan: "..."

For the next few days, Jiang Yan lived in dire straits, and was woken up early in the morning by deer calls, and couldn't go to bed until late at night.

After discussing the last details, Jiang Yan stretched comfortably.

Mr. Wu watched Jiang Yan's movements with a smile, and after watching for a while, he said with a smile: "It's been a hard time, take a good rest in the next two days, and recharge your batteries for the concert."

"Well, I got it, thank you Mr. Wu." Jiang Yan nodded to express his understanding.

Mr. Wu stood up from his seat, and said as if thinking of something: "By the way, do you want to consider inviting some guests?"

"Guests?" Jiang Yan frowned slightly.

"The company has recently launched a few newcomers. Their business level is good, but they just don't have any opportunities." Mr. Wu said unhurriedly, "They are all your juniors, so you should support them more."

Jiang Yan pursed his lips, his round almond eyes were slightly closed, the light hit his face, casting a shadow on the lower eyelids from the long and thick eyelashes.

Jiang Yansheng is beautiful, but not strikingly beautiful. His facial features are light and sparse, soft and gentle, like an ink painting lightly sketched on rice paper.

But his temperament and appearance are completely different.

Mr. Wu has always felt that Jiang Yan is very difficult to control, especially in Jiang Yan's current position, he doesn't even dare to raise conditions with Jiang Yan.

This time, there was no way. Among the new group of young people, one was the child of his relative.

No matter what the reason is, he has to take care of one or two.

Jiang Yan's concert is a big cake, and Mr. Wu doesn't want to let it go easily.

"So, you mean to give them my concert?" Jiang Yan's eyebrows moved slightly, and he said calmly.

"How is that possible?" Mr. Wu was taken aback, and quickly explained, "Just let them sing two songs, if you don't want to..."

Mr. Wu gritted his teeth and took a step back, "Just bring a Nan_Feng."

"I don't want to bring either." Jiang Yan said bluntly, with a cold tone and a cold expression, as if there was no room for negotiation at all.

"You..." Mr. Wu got stuck, his expression changed a few times.

"If there is nothing else, I'll leave first." Jiang Yan raised his eyes to give Mr. Wu a last look, pulled away the seat and left the office straight away.

Not far away, a boy who had been watching the movement here saw Jiang Yan leave, and hurried into Mr. Wu's office, and asked nervously, "How is it, uncle, did he agree?"

"Agreed ass." Mr. Wu touched his head irritably, "It's no use!"

"Then you tell him, how can he not listen to you?" The boy clicked his tongue, dissatisfied.

Mr. Wu stretched out his hand and slapped the boy on the head, and said, "You think it's that simple? I don't dare to mess with the people on Jiang Yan's head."

It was the first time for the boy to see his uncle so angry, he lowered his head and muttered a few words before stopping.

Jiang Yan briefly took two days off.

Seeing this, Lu Ming made a special trip to take some time to send Jiang Yan back to the hut.

The hut was a little more lively than Jiang Yan thought.

Only his seat was vacant at the dining table, and everyone else was there.

"Jiang Yan?" Luo Luo, who was facing the door, looked up and saw Jiang Yan at the door, exclaimed.

Fu Nanxing looked back subconsciously.

"Brother Jiang! You're back?" Zhou Yuening turned his head to look at the door in a hurry, and immediately stood up excitedly after seeing Jiang Yan.

"Yeah." Jiang Yan was taken aback by Zhou Yuening who was startled.

"Have you eaten yet? Sit down and eat something?" Zhou Yuening pulled out the chair and walked towards Jiang Yan, calling Jiang Yan to sit down and eat.

Jiang Yan thought about it, although he was not hungry, but everyone was present, it would not be good for him to leave.

"I've eaten, I'll sit down for a while." After Jiang Yan finished speaking, he opened the last empty chair by the dining table and sat down.

It's been a few days since I saw him, so it's really a little strange at first glance.

Fu Nanxing frowned and looked at Jiang Yan, feeling that Jiang Yan had lost a lot of weight.

"Don't you want to eat any more?" Fu Nanxing broke the silence.

Jiang Yan froze for a moment, then looked up at Fu Nanxing.

Suddenly remembered that vote.

"I'm not hungry." Jiang Yan looked away awkwardly and replied.

Fu Nanxing's conversation broke the awkward atmosphere, and Miao Xi also took the initiative to strike up a conversation.

"Jiang Yan, what have you been doing these two days? I haven't seen you for a few days."

"That's right, I haven't seen you since I saw you once a few nights ago."

Jiang Yan left in a hurry and didn't explain it too clearly to them. They only knew that Jiang Yan temporarily moved out of the hut for a few days due to work reasons, but they really didn't know the specific reason.

After listening to their complaints, Jiang Yan said, "Well, because I'm preparing for a concert recently, there are a lot of trivial things, and moving home is also for the convenience of handling things."

Fu Nanxing quickly caught the point and raised her eyebrows slightly.

"That's it, no wonder." Miao Xi jumped into the conversation without having time to filter the information.

The air in the restaurant suddenly became quiet.

Jiang Yan blinked inexplicably, and his black crystal-like pupils moved over the people present one by one.

Miao Xi's sluggish brain finally started to function, and what Jiang Yan said just now went through her mind word by word.

Miao Xi's eyes widened instantly, she patted the table and stood up.

"Fuck, what are you talking about?"

"Are you going to a concert?!"

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