Quick Transmigrate to Have a Boyfriend

"Brother Brother Jiang, why are you going? I haven't finished crying. " Jiang Nan looks at Jiang langong, who used to cry himself, but now what's going on.

After getting on the car, gexi took out his cigarette and hung it like a dead fish at the window door.

It's very tired. He doesn't want to get along with people at all. If it wasn't for the high rent, he didn't have money to pay. Who would have come out to be angry with the artists and make such ghost plays.

The smoke in the corner of his mouth was suddenly taken away. Gexi seemed to have no sense of security. He had a black face: "who, do you mind your own business? I'll give you a discount if you believe it or not."

As soon as he looked up, he saw that it was Jiang Nan's agent. Ge Xi hid his fatigue and glared at him in the most spiritual state: "what's the matter, Jiang's agent is here to collect debts for his artists?"

"Jiang Nan has so many variety shows recently that he can't find time to read the script." Jiang Lang put out his cigarette.

Ge Xi squinted, "you are here to explain for ginger fried chicken."

Fried chicken with ginger Is it Jiang Nan's new name given by her daughter-in-law? Jiang Lang chuckled.

Looking at her daughter-in-law's eyebrows, Jiang Lang felt a little distressed and said, "he doesn't have much acting skills. Is he angry with you. Then you should not hold your breath on me. It's not worth it. "

This man Interesting. Just now, he felt that he had bullied his "Nan Nan". How could he care about himself and pinch his own cigarette.

Ge Xi held his cheek in his hand and looked at Jiang Lang with great interest. "If you pretend to care about me like this, I will not change my original intention of filming. Since the investor has chosen Jiang Nan as the leading actor, I am a little director who has no money and no power to resist. But if the film is not good, I will shoot it all the time. It's useless for him to cry because he doesn't study acting himself. "

Turning his eyes, Ge Xi felt that it was necessary to explain his strike, "this is normal commuting time. It's your artist who delayed the shooting process, not my temper."

"His plays were all read after the event. Maybe he was too tired. I'll spare him as much as possible in the past three months to train his acting skills and recite his lines

Ge Xi listened to Jiang languo's words. It was a moment of confusion. He always refuted Jiang's face. How could Jiang languo still play his tune.

This makes Ge Xi feel guilty. And this familiar sense of guilt once severely tormented himself for three years and almost killed himself.

Ge Xi frowned: "it's better. Get out of the way. I'm going to drive back to the hotel and have a rest. "

Jiang languo stroked the brow of Ge River, rubbed a few times, and then closed his hand to get out of the way.

"Don't frown all the time. How can you look like a little old man at a young age. Look, I think you are very unhappy

Stayed for a few minutes of Ge Xi Lin driving, hard gouged out ginger languid a few eyes, "want you to mind your own business."

Jiang languor smirks: the male Lord seems to be a fried hair.

On the way back to the hotel, it is always with the temperature of ginger languid fingertip rubbing gently on the brow.

When gexi stopped in the hotel parking space, he didn't get off immediately, and his head was knocked on the steering wheel.

That man, can't be fishing for him. Well, a series of actions are inexplicable

"Grass!"

Ge Xi made up his mind and got out of the car to go back to his room and shut the door.

Go to the bathroom, look at your face in front of the mirror, and start to have disgust.

Think he's going to take the bait.

Look at the face of the dead fag.