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

the other side.

The Jiang family in the imperial capital.

After Sun Gulan and Jiang Hanjiao finished their meal, Aunt Zhang, the servant, was cleaning up the dishes.

The housekeeper suddenly came in and reported respectfully: "Ma'am, Mrs. Fang from the Fang family in the imperial capital is here."

Sun Gulan stopped holding the chopsticks, raised her eyes, and asked in surprise, "The Fang family? The Fang family who are good at Chinese painting?"

The housekeeper nodded, and replied: "Yes, and the second lady of the Fang family also came along, and prepared a lot of gifts. It seems that they are asking for something."

"Are you sure you read it right?" Sun Gulan stood up, and without waiting for the butler to speak, she went out to greet her, then turned her head and said to Jiang Hanjiao, "Go back upstairs first."

When it comes to business, Jiang Hanjiao is naturally inconvenient to be present.

The Fang family is a scholarly family in the imperial capital, with a profound heritage, especially good at traditional Chinese painting, and their status is superior to ordinary wealthy families in the imperial capital.

The Jiang family has a shallow foundation, similar to a nouveau riche. Compared with a century-old family like the Fang family, it's like a grandson meeting a grandfather, and he has to bow his head obediently.

It's just that the Jiang family and the Fang family have never had business contacts, and they occasionally met at parties, and they hardly spoke.

Okay, how did Mrs. Fang find Jiang's family?

Before Sun Gulan could figure it out, she saw Mrs. Fang and the second young lady of the Fang family who were waiting patiently at the door.

Sun Gulan hurried forward, with a smile on her face and a warm attitude, "Mrs. Fang, Miss Fang, why are you here? Come in quickly."

"It's not that my daughter, Fang Miaoyan, is making a fuss to come." Mrs. Fang was always proud, but her attitude was a little enthusiastic at this time, "I have something to ask for your help."

"Help?" Sun Gulan was stunned for a moment, then slightly turned her head to look at Fang Miaoyan, the second lady of the Fang family.

Each generation of the Fang family produces several famous masters of traditional Chinese painting.

However, when it was passed down to Fang Hanlin's generation, there was a variable, the second young lady of the Fang family, who didn't love traditional Chinese painting but loved dancing.

But when it comes to dancing, how can the Jiang family help.

"Yes." Mrs. Fang smiled, and brushed the broken hair from her ear, "I wonder if your daughter has come home? If possible, I would like to chat with her face to face, and I would like to ask you to lead the way."

Sun Gulan was stunned.

It turned out to be Jiang Hanjiao.

Immediately laughed, "Just came back, I will call her down in a while, and talk to you."

***

First floor living room.

"Madam Fang, drink tea." Sun Gulan smiled at Madam Fang, and poured her and Fang Miaoyan a cup of tea enthusiastically.

Fang Miaoyan was young, looking around and waiting anxiously, she slightly pulled the hem of Mrs. Fang's clothes.

Mrs. Fang immediately understood, and said politely: "I don't know if Miss Jiang is inconvenient right now, my daughter has something I want to talk to Miss Jiang..."

Madam Fang didn't say anything later, but Sun Gulan understood, and quickly called Jiang Hanjiao down.

Jiang Hanjiao changed into a white dress, and greeted Madam Fang gently, "Hi Madam Fang, Miss Fang, I am Jiang Hanjiao."

She sat down opposite Fang Miaoyan, and took her hand kindly, "I heard that you asked me for something, is it about study?"

Unexpectedly.

As soon as Jiang Hanjiao finished speaking, Fang Miaoyan shook off Jiang Hanjiao's hand in disgust, and looked at Jiang Hanjiao with a look of insanity, "Who are you, do I know you? Why are you and me so close?"

Jiang Hanjiao's hands froze in mid-air.

Sun Gulan was also stunned, and pulled her lips in embarrassment, "Mrs. Fang, this..."

"Sorry, I didn't make it clear." Mrs. Fang put down her teacup, smiled apologetically, and explained her intention of coming, "We are here to find Miss Jiang Nanjiang, I wonder if she has returned."

Sun Gulan's eyes suddenly trembled at this moment, and it was difficult to maintain even a basic smile on her face.

"Mrs. Fang, did Jiang Nan make a mistake and offend the Fang family?"

"This kid has always been rebellious. He had to drop out of school without finishing the nine years of compulsory education. Now he doesn't know where to fool around."

"Make trouble for me all day long."

Sun Gulan took a deep breath and criticized every sentence, wishing to directly nail Jiang Nan to the pillar of shame.

"You dare to insult my idol?" Fang Miaoyan's eyes widened, her hands on her hips, and she grinned, "I'll fight you!"

"Wonderful face."

Madam Fang called out to Fang Miaoyan, who was furious, in a cold voice, and then turned her head to look at Sun Gulan again,

Explained: "Mrs. Jiang, Miss Jiang Nan didn't offend the Fang family. Miaoyan likes to dance and is a fan of Yang Xi, so I came here to visit Miss Jiang Nan."

Sun Gulan felt something was wrong, she shook her head, with a suspicious tone:

"Did you make a mistake? Jiang Nan only took one dance class, and never went to it again. She can dance. It's not as good as Jiaojiao."

Jiang Hanjiao pursed her lips when she heard the words, pinched her skirt with her hands, and said softly: "If Miss Fang doesn't mind, I can discuss dancing with Miss Fang. I have studied ballet for ten years."

"I don't want it!" Fang Miaoyan was furious.

The way she looked at Sun Gulan and Jiang Hanjiao was the same as looking at a mentally retarded person.

The tone of the speech also became higher, "You two are sick, dare you say that Yang Xi can't dance, do you have eyes?"

"What do you mean by that?"

An amazing idea appeared in Jiang Hanjiao's mind.

Because it was too unbelievable, she quickly dismissed it.

Fang Miaoyan ran out of patience, and said perfunctorily: "I don't understand people's words, Jiang Nan is Yang Xi, and he is also my idol."

Fang Miaoyan said this, and all the voices in the room disappeared.

Jiang Hanjiao choked on the words still hidden in her voice, and looked at Fang Miaoyan in astonishment, unable to utter a word.

Is Yang Xi Jiang Nan?

Is this something wrong?

After Fang Miaoyan finished speaking, regardless of Sun Gulan's and Jiang Hanjiao's reactions, she grabbed Mrs. Fang's hand, "Mom, let's go, I don't like talking to idiots."

"Don't talk nonsense." Mrs. Fang glared at Fang Miaoyan and asked again, "I wonder if Mrs. Jiang could give me Miss Jiang Nan's contact information."

Wait until Mrs. Fang leaves.

Sun Gulan and Jiang Hanjiao couldn't wait to open Weibo.

Weibo froze for more than ten seconds before barely squeezing in.

The scarlet word "explosion" on the hot search list burned people's eyes.

Sun Gulan held the phone, her heart trembling slightly.

Yang Xi.

The strongest choreographer Yang Xi.

But Jiang Nan obviously only practiced the dance for one class.

How many things does Jiang Nan have that she doesn't know.