Heart attack

Chapter 184-Light

"You can't rely on yourself."

She spoke in a tone of resignation and approval, the entertainment industry, the big dye vat, it is difficult to get involved in the third line by oneself, Jiang Han can be mixed with Guan Sizu's group, the price he paid can be imagined.

"On my own, that was my idea many years ago." She lit a cigarette, the smell of smoke wafted into the hustle and bustle, and the lights were shining brightly, "When will I have a girlfriend who spends money to send me to the top? "

"It depends on throwing money and a lot of land. If we want it, then we can get it with our ability." Tang Hong also sat up, "Wait for me, and sooner or later I will make you a queen."

A hearty smile came from the phone, and Jiang Han laughed out of breath, "My screenwriter wife, when you write a script that suits me, I will definitely make a schedule to support you."

"Wait."

Both of them laughed, and their mobile phones were wearing intimate laughter. Friends don't need to say clearly, just click to the end, it's enough to amuse each other and relieve each other's depression.

They are the same as cross talk actors, teasing each other, making each other happy, isn't this the biggest definition of a friend.

"Oh yes, I found out. Do you still remember that the best friend I told you about wasting money was named Su?" Jiang Han laughed enough, and said seriously.

It seems that there is something like this, she vaguely remembers, "I remember."

"Guess who that is?"

"It's better not to be Su Hexiang."

"Hahahaha that's her. During that time, she was also on the hot searches with Jiang Wenya, such as good girlfriends, daughters, etc., but her face is not very clear, I only saw it later."

The sound of plastic cans being thrown into the trash can came from the mobile phone, Tang Hong also bit his lower lip, "What drama is she filming?"

"Who?"

"Jiang Wenya's."

""Being in Your Heart" is a sweet pet article for a domineering president."

"It's really easy to take after-view these days. With my looks, you say that if I want to enter the entertainment industry, I have to be popular for a while, to be a four-star actress, a goddess of beauty, and so on."

She was really complaining, but Jiang Han listened, "Come on, my Ailarang's Duosun manager didn't leave you a business card."

"It seems to be the case." The last time she returned to Huaicheng, "I forgot what your manager is called. I still remember what you said. I will wash the business card he gave me at night. I forgot to take out the clothes, and they were all torn, and my clothes were stained with paper."

Jiang Han was stunned for a few seconds, and a smile appeared in his eyes, "Damn, you can really do it, gilding cardboard, your washing machine is made of iron?"

"Hell knows, he might have given me a bootleg copy."

The ghost really knows, just like Jiang Han knows, that business card cannot be washed, all this is just Tang Hongyi wanting to give him peace of mind.

I just want to express my intention of not wanting to enter the circle.

Of course, you can be friends without interests, but if you have interests, who knows what will happen.

As Jiang Han said, Tang Hong is too conscientious, and sooner or later he will suffer.

*
On the second day of living in Shengyan's house, Tang Hongyi went downstairs with a pair of panda eyes on his head. His brain was still on, but his eyes were flashed by Shengyan first.

In the early morning, he was wearing a casual white T-shirt and gray loose trousers. He looked like a little brother next door, with no age difference in his thirties.

Her hair is loosely draped over her head, her peach blossom eyes are lingering, and she has all kinds of styles, making her stand out among a group of college students.

It's not that the older you get, the younger you get, but the older you get, the more time-honoured it is. On the contrary, it accumulates a whole body of vulgarity, and becomes a middle and high school student who does not eat the fireworks of the world.

When I was a student, I was the most rampant, imagining that there was everything in the light, so I was not afraid of suffering and wind and frost.They are a ray of light, and the feast is that ray of light.

"Eat breakfast."

The voice that had just woken up had not been tuned, and Tang Hong was a little surprised when he heard Shengyan's deep volume for the first time.

(End of this chapter)