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Chapter 747 Kneeling Keyboard (3)

There is not a single redundant word in WeChat, just a photo.

It was a torn contract with the words "Artist Contract" written on the head, and Meng Yiran was written in the column for Party B.

When she received this WeChat message, Meng Yiran was still sleeping soundly on the big bed. When she was woken up by the sound of her mobile phone, she was still a little impatient. When she saw the picture, the expression on her whole face could only be Use four words to describe - want to cry but have no tears!
In the past few days, I have been working hard to turn the situation around. I thought I could get the contract renewal of Emperor Vision smoothly.

Gritting her teeth, Meng Yiran raised her hand and threw the phone halfway, and the man was picked up and jumped to the ground barefoot.

"Guan Tianai, what are you? Why do you treat me like this?"

She was still cursing angrily when someone knocked on the door.

"Come in!"

She growled in displeasure, and the assistant came in hastily, "Emperor Vision called just now..."

"Shut up!" Meng Yiran stopped her coldly, "I don't stay here, I have a place to stay."

"Sister Ran, I think you should call Sister Guan, after all..."

Since Ben didn't give the assistant a chance to persuade her, Meng Yiran had already stopped her coldly.

"go out!"

The assistant had no choice but to stop trying to persuade her and leave the door.

Hearing that the door was closed tightly, Meng Yiran went over and opened the drawer, took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth and sat on the sofa, while fiddled with the phone to check the news.

Seeing the report on Weibo in the news, she frowned and clenched her phone tightly with her fingers.

With such a big scandal, Yi Meng can still be so calm, which is really beyond her expectation.

Now, what should she do?
Should he take the initiative to repost that Weibo to prove that it was just a misunderstanding to restore his image, or...

Still thinking, the door has been knocked again.

"Can't you just let me be quiet for a while?!"

She frowned and stood up, pulling the door open.

Outside the door was not the assistant she imagined, but Ye Jiangcheng.

"Mr. Ye?"

Ye Jiangcheng glanced at her pajamas, "It seems that I came early?"

"Come in!" Meng Yiran opened the door, pulled a coat casually over the pajamas, and sat back on the sofa, "What does Mr. Ye want to talk about?"

"I think you already know about the scandal." Ye Jiangcheng spread his palms, "I'm sorry for causing such a lot of trouble to Ms. Meng. Look, how should I handle this matter?"

"It's like this in the entertainment industry. I'm used to it. These guys always like to take things out of context." Meng Yiran flicked the cigarette ash, "But... this situation should be what Mr. Ye wants to see more, isn't it?"

Ye Jiangcheng raised his eyebrows, "Miss Meng, I seem to have misunderstood."

"Misunderstanding?" Meng Yiran slightly raised her lips, "Mr. Ye deliberately arranged for me to come to this hotel, isn't it just to make Yi Meng misunderstand?"

Ye Jiangcheng frowned and remained silent.

"I've said it before." Meng Yiran glanced at his face, "We are both fallen people in the end of the world, why should Mr. Ye keep covering it up, since Mr. Ye wants to cooperate with me, he should give me more trust. In this way... there will be no mistakes like before!"

What happened before, she was wrong no matter what she thought.

When it comes to the scandal this time, Meng Yiran can easily imagine that someone is working in secret, otherwise, the scandal would not have become such a big deal in a short period of time.

Ye Jiangcheng hesitated for a few seconds, then chuckled.

"Miss Meng, you are really straightforward."

(End of this chapter)