The female supporting role is the ultimate boss

"Mom, do you mean to blame Zhao Xuekai?"

Jiang Heling reacted immediately, "Zhao Xuekai likes me, as long as I act a little pitiful, he will definitely be willing to take this responsibility! But... what if the Bo family refuses to let it go?"

Wen Ruyu smiled slightly, her eyes were rippling, and she was quite charming.

"Mom went to my old classmate and asked him to write a self-criticism for you. I'm sure there is no flaw. Even the young master of the Bo family can't say anything."

Jiang Heling's eyes lit up, and finally there was a smile on their faces.

"Mom, you still love me the most, unlike Dad..."

Wen Ruyu patted her daughter's hand, took out her cell phone, and dialed a cell phone number she knew by heart.

The bell only rang once before being picked up by the other party.

A soft voice sounded, "Ruyu..."

The expression on Wen Ruyu's face also softened a bit, and there was a bit of a smile in her voice, "Shang Yan, I have something to ask for your help, it's about Lingling...Okay, let's talk in detail...I'll wait for your call."

Jiang Heling blinked at Wen Ruyu.

Wen Ruyu hung up the phone and patted her daughter's head.

"Your Uncle Shang agreed, and you will contact me later when you have confirmed the location of the restaurant. Don't worry, he is one of the best lawyers in Jiangcheng, and he will definitely let you pass the test! You...call to persuade Zhao Xuekai."

Jiang Heling raised his chin slightly and let out a disdainful sneer.

"She is my daughter's servant. If my daughter says a word, he will pick all the stars in the sky!"

The phone rang quickly, and Wen Ruyu made an appointment with the other party, got up and went out.

When she came back in the middle of the night, she changed into a dress, and her long hair was carefully groomed. When she got home, she handed Jiang Heling, who had been waiting for her, a self-criticism.

The content of the review book is not much, but the words are rigorous, and the things in it are true and false.

This is the key to blocking Bo Nanxu.

Also, Wen Ruyu's classmate gave her a suggestion.

"Director Qi, it's me, Wen Ruyu. That's it. I'm going to invest another 300 million yuan. I want to make sure that you can post on Weibo to confirm when my daughter will be an artist of 'Survival in the Wild'...Of course, the sooner the better, I don't want me The money you invested was in vain...how about tomorrow morning? It's not that I can't trust you, it's just that...the showbiz is too chaotic now, if someone else invests more than me, you won't be able to talk about it, right, early departure and early morning peace of mind...I participated All the artists have been confirmed? All right, all right, thank you, Director Qi, I will ask the accountant to call you for 300 million tomorrow morning...Okay, goodbye."

Jiang and Ling were surprised.

"Mom, Director Qi is going to post on Weibo to confirm the list of artists who will participate in 'Survival in the Wild'?"

Wen Ruyu rubbed the center of her brows, nodded, but her expression was not very good.

"Mom, what's wrong?"

Wen Ruyu threw away the phone and cursed, "Old fox! The name of Qi has already been confirmed on the list, and he was planning to post on Weibo tomorrow morning, and he blackmailed me with 300 million yuan! Damn it!"

Jiang Heling hugged Wen Ruyu's arm with a smile.

"Mom, don't be afraid, when I become popular, 300 million, I can help you earn it back soon!"

Wen Ruyu tapped her daughter's forehead, "Which is 300 million, for you to participate in his variety show, how much money did Mom invest in it back and forth, you do the math..."

Jiang Heling stuck out his tongue, "When I become the goddess of the nation, I will help my mother earn back whatever money I have!"

Seeing that her daughter was happy, Wen Ruyu's heart stretched, and she followed suit with a smile.

"Okay, mom is waiting for the day when our Lingling will become the national goddess."

In another room, Jiang Li sneered!
The goddess of the people, it's beautiful to think about.

Even in her dreams, she wouldn't even give Jiang and Ling a chance!

After Jiang Li finished typing on the keyboard, he raised his legs, kicked off the edge of the table, and slid back the chair, asking Jiang Muqiu to look at the laptop screen.

"Jiang Yutang transferred a sum of money to Liu Quansheng's account, a total of 100 million. The time is..."