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Chapter 141 Wen Qiyang's Little Jiujiu (7)

"This is your wife. From now on, as long as the wife comes here to spend, just sign the bill—"

Before the words fell, the juice that Qu Qingge hadn't had time to swallow almost spewed out. He was surprised, ashamed and angry at the same time. He wanted to scold him, but he kept coughing, and there was still a little sweet feeling in his heart. Even I don't know the change.

Qu Qingge picked up a tissue and wiped the corners of her mouth. Just as she was about to scold, the phone on the table rang. She looked at the caller ID, it was an unfamiliar phone number, and after a moment of depression, she answered it.

On the other side of the phone was a series of polite words that Qu Qingge was familiar with, nothing more than how successful her MV was and how her company could package her.

In this way, she answered a lot of calls from brokerage companies and advertising companies a while ago. She didn't agree or refuse. She just said that she would consider it. After the acquisition, it was closed. Gradually, none of these performing arts companies approached her again.

Wen Qiyang sat opposite her, although he could hear the voice in the mobile phone vaguely, but he probably knew that some unknown companies had approached her again.

He once let Jin Xin speak out in the name of Emgrand that he didn't need any company to harass Qu Qingge. However, in this world, there were some people who did not know how to live or die and wanted to challenge his authority.

Seeing Qu Qingge's faint smile, Wen Qiyang's face became stinky.

With a little fame, you want to fly solo, right?Think of yourself as the sun, the brilliance shines to every corner, right?The woman who is holding in the palm of her hand can only bloom for herself!

After thinking about it, Wen Qiyang suddenly snatched Qu Qingge's phone, ignored her shocked expression, and asked coldly directly into the phone: "Which company?"

The girl on the other side of the phone paused for a moment, wondering why a different person answered the phone, but after thinking about it for a while, it might be Qu Qingge's manager, so she said, "We are XXX advertising company. Invited a popular male star—”

The other side of the phone was talking non-stop, Wen Qiyang snorted coldly, and suddenly interrupted her words:

"You are ready to close the door! It is still a star, and prepare to become a meteorite."

After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone with a snap, then lit a cigarette, before taking two puffs, he stood up abruptly, picked up Qu Qingge's cell phone, and walked to the window.

Qu Qingge was wondering what he was going to do, but unexpectedly, he opened the window and casually threw her cell phone out of the window!
This is the tenth floor!

Isn't he afraid of hitting passers-by? !

Seeing that the phone fell to the ground, Wen Qiyang clapped his hands in satisfaction, walked back to Qu Qingge's side as if nothing had happened, and took her hand.

But Qu Qingge threw him away angrily, and asked with some displeasure, "Why did you lose my phone?"

"I don't like it." Wen Qiyang put his hands in his trouser pockets, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, he replied lazily, with that kind of natural temperament, confident and proud, and alone.

Qu Qingge was silent, just raised his head and stared at Wen Qiyang's smug handsome face with quiet eyes, then bit his lower lip, thinking about what to say, but still kept his resentment in his heart, turned and walked away.

On the endlessly flowing streets, neon lights are shining.

On the sidewalk, Qu Qingge walked quickly in front, Wen Qiyang touched the tip of his nose and walked behind Qu Qingge with a faint smile, and a black Bentley followed behind them, driving slowly.

If it wasn't sister Zimo's birthday today, if she hadn't promised her to go to 'Fire Paradise' to celebrate her birthday with her, Qu Qingge would have gone back to school alone long ago.

(End of this chapter)