The actor's little flirt is an all-around boss

It was already an hour later when Jiang Nan came out of the bathroom.

Lou Shuyun was keenly aware that Jiang Nan was in a bad mood, so he didn't dare to speak, but quietly put a piece of chocolate on Jiang Nan's table.

Jiang Nan hooked Gou Lou Shuyun's shoulder, pushed the chocolate away and stuffed it into his mouth.

Bitterness and more intense sweetness permeated the air.

The cold expression on Jiang Nan's face restrained a bit, his brows loosened slightly, and he opened the curtain and went to bed, "I'll take care of something, you go to bed first."

"Okay." Lou Shuyun answered, thought for a while, and left a desk lamp facing Jiang Nan's bed curtain.

Working at night hurts the eyes.

When the bed curtain was pulled, Jiang Nan quickly pressed a few buttons on the edge of the phone.

The original thick flip phone quickly unfolded, and the fitting hole quickly became a tight fit.

turned into a tiny laptop.

Jiang Nan put the computer on his lap, squeezed his fingers on the back of his neck, and then quickly landed on the keyboard.

The girl's skin was very fair, and there was a bit of coldness in her pupils.

Complicated lines of code appeared on the computer screen.

It spread out quickly in front of my eyes.

The naked eye can hardly capture the position of the fingers, only the afterimages can be seen constantly beating.

Constantly take over.

A few minutes later, there was an inaudible sound.

A green progress bar appeared in the lower right corner of Jiang Nan's computer screen and began to flash continuously.

at the same time.

One by one orders on Tiger Thorn requesting Qian Suilan's hand were resolved one after another.

Quick and accurate.

But in only three or ten minutes, the list in the Husting information area was swept away.

Tiger Thorn's dry cash flow is slowly being filled.

Jiang Nan tilted his head, and leaned lazily on the edge of the bed, his brows and eyes were curved.

The evil spirit is soaring.

***

The news reached Liang Jingzhi.

"I don't know why Qiantuilan went crazy. It turned out that Qiantuilan didn't bother to take all the orders, and now the world is blowing up." Liang Feng said, his voice raised a few degrees unconsciously.

Chitose Lan is the uncrowned king of the intelligence community.

The list of looking for Chitose Orchid on Tiger Thorn is almost piled up.

However, Qiantuilan is not online, and no one pays for these lists.

Only a few orders for Chitose Lan's high bid were picked up by bladderwort, Lei Nuo and others, and then disposed of.

But this time, Qiantui Lan went online to accept the order in person, which is really unbelievable.

Liang Jingzhi just frowned, and quickly let go.

There was not much emotion in the man's black and white pupils, and he said calmly, "It's not surprising, we robbed the tiger thorns. According to international practice, tiger thorns need double compensation, and Chitose Lan's shot is nothing more than two words." make money'."

Liang Feng had an educated expression on his face, "So that's the case. No wonder Renault has released the news that Qian Suilan will take orders in person in the near future, with priority given to high prices."

Tiger Spurs is the number one intelligence organization in the world.

No one dares to offend easily.

This is probably the first time that Tiger Thorn has encountered such a big Waterloo. The veteran Uccolo was injured, and Tiger Thorn had a huge debt on his back.

If Qiantui Lan hadn't made a move, Tiger Thorn would probably have been seriously injured.

Liang Yu scratched the back of his head, thinking of Qiansuilan's behavior, he was a little terrified, "Boss, we won't be retaliated by Qiansuilan."

"Revenge?" Liang Jingzhi took a sip of water, propped his chin casually, and said lightly, "Then I'll wait, and I really want to know who is stronger, the tiger thorn or the Buddha silk."

The white building is expensive.

Taking Liang Jingzhi's things for nothing?

Where in the world is there such a good thing.

There was a cold light in Liang Jingzhi's eyes, and he tapped his fingers on the table, "Please tell me, it's not because of relatives, so don't keep your hands."

Liang Feng and Liang Yu shivered at the same time.

Respectfully said: "Yes."

***

"Idol 101" base.

Seven days later is the night of forming a group.

The trainees have basically formed a fixed team and started the final rehearsal for the performance.

Rehearsal indoors.

Jiang Nan was still crooked, sleeping by the window, his lazy posture was exactly the same as before.

Yi Jingyi opened the door and came in to tutor the vocal part.

Lou Shuyun, Ban Xia, Ji Yibai and others immediately stood up straight and said hello politely: "Hello, Teacher Yi."

Yi Jingyi glanced over Jiang Nan who was sleeping, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hi everyone, the song for the group night is a bit difficult. I'll sing it first, and you can find out how you feel." Yi Jingyi turned his toes, sat down in front of the piano, and a string of smooth notes slanted down.

Seemingly disturbed by the sound, Jiang Nan raised his eyelids, then stood up unhurriedly.

Standing in the line quite well, listening to Yi Jingyi's class.

Yi Jingyi, who was playing the piano, saw Jiang Nan's movements from the corner of his eyes, and his fingers that were playing the piano couldn't help trembling.

Then I tried my best to play as usual.

A song is played.

Yi Jingyi turned his head, looked at Jiang Nan, coughed and cleared his throat, "God, why don't you sing it again?"

After Yi Jingyi finished speaking, he handed over the music score, "This score was only announced by the program group an hour ago, and the lyrics and melody probably haven't been memorized yet. You can sing to the score first."

"No, remember." Jiang Nan raised his eyes expressionlessly, and said five words without answering the score.

Without even a piano accompaniment, Jiang Nan opened his mouth and began to sing a cappella.

There was an unspeakable silence in the rehearsal room.

Lou Shuyun and Ban Xia put their heads together to read the score, and wherever Jiang Nan sang, their eyeballs moved.

The more you listen, the more you lose your mind.

What the hell, they don't even know how to sing when they look at the score.

Jiang Nan has already reached the level of a recording studio.

Yi Jingyi didn't expect Jiang Nan to open up directly, he didn't even need the music score, he didn't even have the accompaniment, he just sang a cappella, but he sang the feeling that the lyrics and the tune hit it off.

Some doubt about life.

When Jiang Nan finished singing, Yi Jingyi's face immediately put on an expression of lovelessness, "Well, as expected of J God, it is really impeccable."

Yi Jingyi swallowed, and sincerely suggested, "Why don't you go to sleep in the back?"

Hearing this, Jiang Nan shook his head, very politely, "No, I haven't attended many lectures, it's quite strange."

Yi Jingyi: "..."

Yi Jingyi couldn't help but squeezed the score in his hand, and smiled with difficulty.

In fact, he didn't teach music ghosts to be gods.

I don't know how to teach God j.

After Yi Jingyi left, the rap teacher came in again to tutor the rap part.

So, there was another mentor who persuaded Jiang Nan to sleep.

Ji Shijia was still practicing dancing in the lounge, the manager looked at Ji Shijia, and then at the invitation letter from the International Dance Association in his hand, he was really elated.

"My God, who would have imagined that God J is actually a trainee you taught." The manager was overwhelmed with emotion and excitement, "As God J, in the dance circle, everyone will probably sell face."

Ji Shijia was mild-tempered, and at this time she was praised a little too lightly.

The manager made a "tsk" sound, then came over suddenly, and said in a low voice, "I heard that because of Yang Fangling's feud with j, now more than half of Yang Fangling's announcements have been forced to be cancelled, and life is hard."