Life becomes easier after the love brain awakens!

Yesterday, the agency director gave her the contract to sign Bai Muye. She returned to the kitchen, picked up her phone, and asked the company to arrange a meeting with his mother in the morning on the pretext of discussing cooperation.

As she received the reply, she heard the sound of a car.

Through the window, I saw Tang Wanwan leaving in Feng Yuhan's car.

She just came out of the kitchen and went upstairs to clean herself up.

after an hour.

Elegant tea room.

Bai Muye's mother Fang Qin arrived late.

Fang Qin saw that it was Jiang Yan, the incompetent only daughter of the Jiang family who had paid money to force a marriage and knew nothing about it. Disdain instantly rose in her eyes, "Where is Director Yang?"

Jiang Yan glanced at her, and when she thought of what she had done to her son, she didn't give her a good look, and threw the contract in front of her, "Director Yang has something to talk to you about."

"You want to negotiate? Do you understand all this?" Fang Qin said as she picked up the contract. Her son's recently released movie had the potential to be a big hit, and if she took on the role at this time, her value would increase. She has been busy negotiating collaborations everywhere to see who offers the highest price.

Seeing that this was not a discussion about script cooperation, but a contract to sign her son, she threw it back and looked at her like she was a fool, "Did you take the wrong document? Your Director Yang said on the phone that he wanted us to cooperate on a new drama."

Jiang Yan leaned on the sofa, crossed her legs, and looked at her. "To tell you the truth, we just want to sign Bai Muye."

"That may disappoint you." Fang Qin picked up her bag and stood up.

Jiang Yan calmly said, "Your son has severe depression..."

Then, she said slowly, "The entertainment industry is not short of actors. Your son has just achieved some success. If this secret gets out, do you think anyone will be willing to take the risk of hiring him to act in a movie?"

Fang Qin's face turned pale. She turned to look at her, "How did you know?"

She realized her son had depression when she saw him hurting himself. She bought medicine for him secretly and never took him to see a doctor. She also repeatedly told her son not to tell anyone else. How did she know?

"I know much more than that..." Jiang Yan put his hands on the sofa and looked at her indifferently, "For example, you and your husband are addicted to gambling. When you have no money, you force your son to film and accompany drinking, and you don't care about your son's depression at all..."

"If these things were to be exposed online, what do you think his fans would do?"

A suicide note of more than a thousand words.

There are so many things listed above.

At this moment, they are all bargaining chips to control her.

Jiang Yan looked at her calmly.

Fang Qin looked at her and calmed herself down: "Don't talk nonsense. Do you have any evidence?"

"You think I would talk to you here if I don't have evidence?" Jiang Yan lifted the hair beside her face. She really didn't have evidence, but what she said was all true. She controlled his momentum. "You think you can hide his depression by not taking him to see a doctor, but the wounds on his legs that healed and healed again and again, how are you going to cover it up?"

Fang Qin's legs were completely weak now.

She held onto the sofa and sat down.

"He told you?"

"Do you think if he was willing to tell others, he would have waited until now?" Jiang Yan's anger was gushing out uncontrollably, as if he saw the desperate boy before his death again. "There is no impenetrable wall in this world. I just wanted to sign him, so I spent a little more time thinking about it."

"He treats you as his mother and doesn't want you to become a target of public criticism. Even when he self-harms, he only does it on his thighs where no one can see..."

"But I'm not a philanthropist. It's not because I want to sign him. I've already exposed what you did."

"Think about it carefully. Do you want to become a rat that everyone shouts and beats, and let your son disappear from the entertainment industry, or do you want to continue to make money from him?"

Done.

She stood up.

Take two steps.

He couldn't help but pause and looked at her with a sarcastic smile.

"I'm curious."

"You saw him suffering from depression. How could you bear to continue to exploit him?"

"When you gave birth to him after ten months of pregnancy, was it because of love, or was it just to give birth to a tool to make money?"

Jiang Yan also wanted to ask her parents the same question, but she had no chance. She wanted to get an answer from them.

But obviously.

This woman couldn't give it to her either.

Thinking of the years when I was beaten, scolded and exploited, I walked out of the private room with my eyes red with emotion.

She leaned against the wall, raised her chin, and took a moment to relax.

Feng Yuhan had just finished talking to someone and came out of the private room when he saw Jiang Yan outside the private room next door.

She leaned against the wall alone, tears streaming down her face. She raised her hand to wipe them away, seeming very sad.

The word "sad" is quite fresh when used to describe her...

The people who came out with him saw him stop and glanced at him subconsciously, "What's wrong, Mr. Feng?"

Feng Yuhan narrowed his eyes, turned around and said a few words to him, then turned back to look at Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan was no longer there.

Feng Yuhan asked someone to check the surveillance video, returned to the company, and called Wanfu to the office, "Check what Jiang Yan and Fang Qin talked about today."

After half an hour.

Wanfu replied over the phone: "Madam went to talk to Fang Qin about signing Bai Muye."

When did she start interfering in Jiang's work?

Feng Yuhan recalled the last time Jiang Yan took the initiative to throw herself into the arms of that little star on the street.

So you're sad because you didn't sign him?

Feng Yuhan threw his phone aside, tugged at the collar of his tie, and unbuttoned his collar again, still feeling stuffy on his chest. "Sign him up to the company."

Wanfu looked at him and said, "I'll do it right away."

Wanfu out.

Feng Yuhan's cell phone suddenly rang.

He picked it up and took a look at it.

[Your account with the last digit 3456 spent .00 yuan…]

[Your account with the last digit 3456 has a consumption expenditure of 00 yuan…]

Ah…

Spending his money and thinking about other men.

……

Jiang Yan didn't see Feng Yuhan in the teahouse, so she calmed down and went straight out to the mall.

She bought a whole set of cosmetics for Wen Shuzhen and a few ties for Jiang Dongguo, and was preparing to return to Jiang's house.

Feng Yuhan sent her a message, [You are so good at shopping, buy me two sets of clothes and send them to me…]

Jiang Yan gritted her teeth and replied "OK".

She didn't even know what size clothes he wore, so she asked Wanfu for his size and bought him two suits.

Get back in the car.

Bai Muye, who had not chatted with her since she added him last time, sent her a message, "Sister, I want to meet with you to talk about the contract..."

Jiang Yan looked at the time and made an appointment with him in the afternoon.

I drove to Feng Group and delivered the clothes I bought to the president's office.

"Mr. President, the clothes you requested."

Feng Yuhan looked at her fake smile and glanced at the bag of clothes. "It doesn't look good. Go buy new ones."

Jiang Yan: ...

"What's the difference between what you're wearing and this? If it doesn't look good, why do you wear it every day?"

"You know I wear it every day, how could I be short of this kind of clothes?" Feng Yu looked at her coldly with dissatisfaction, as if he was not deliberately making things difficult for her.

Jiang Yan: ...

"So what do you want?"

"It's hard to say. You'll know only after you see it."

Jiang Yan’s fists hardened.

She gritted her teeth and said with a fake smile, "Okay, I'll buy you a new one right away."

Feng Yuhan raised his wrist to check the time. "No hurry. It's time for lunch. It won't be too late to buy it in the afternoon."

Jiang Yan was just about to think that this bastard still had a little humanity in him.

Then he continued, "Let's go back and cook first. I want braised pork and steamed sea bass..."

This bastard even ordered food!

And they only pick those that are time-consuming and troublesome!