You sell swords, I go crazy, join hands to rectify the entertainment industry

The birthday party ended in a most disgraceful manner.

Except for Jiang Shifeng and the eldest son Jiang Heng who were still seeing off the guests, the Jiang family also left early.

Jiang Qiyu didn't suffer at all, she sent a mecha chariot, turned around and walked away with the remaining half bottle of Feitian Moutai on the table.

Just as she was waiting downstairs for a substitute driver with the Moutai in her arms, a sullen voice suddenly came from behind:

"What is your purpose?"

"!!!"

This sudden sentence scared her so much that she almost dropped the wine bottle.

Jiang Qiyu turned her head and met Lu Heng's dark eyes without any surprise.

She rolled her big eyes and asked without answering:

"Who are you and what is your purpose in coming to Earth?"

"you......"

Lu Heng choked for a moment, then still looked at her coldly:

"Jiang Qiyu, no matter what you do, it is impossible to attract my attention. No matter what plan you have, I advise you not to think of me again."

"..."

Hearing his brain-stem-missing words, Jiang Qiyu was speechless for a while, and couldn't even find a suitable word to answer for a while.

He could only frowned and said in disdain:

"If you have that condition, you can go to an old Chinese doctor to recuperate and recuperate. I don't think western medicine can cure it."

"Humph!"

Instead of being angry, Lu Heng smiled, stepped forward and approached her, trying to use the height difference between the two to give Jiang Qiyu a sense of oppression, and his tone was also an undisguised threat:

"Before, you could blackmail me with a marriage contract, but now Uncle Jiang has announced in public that you have been kicked out of Jiang's house. If you treat Mianmian like this today, even if I don't do anything, do you think your three cousins ​​will let you go like this?"

"how?"

As they got closer, the smell of perfume on Lu Heng's body gave her a headache. Jiang Qiyu took a step back slowly, but her momentum remained undiminished:

"They still want someone to assassinate me?"

"Do you think that if you are in the limelight today, no one will be able to cure you in the future?"

Seeing her disapproval, Lu Heng shook his head:

"Jiang Heng also has a lot of connections in the entertainment industry, and with the Jiang family's influence in City A, as long as he speaks, do you think you'll still be able to film in the future?"

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Qiyu's expression froze for an instant.

When Lu Heng saw this, he naturally thought that she was aware of the seriousness of the matter, and was about to force her to hand over the recording, but she heard her frowning and looking at him with a strange expression:

"How do you know I don't intend to continue filming?"

When Jiang Qi met this person, not only did he not have many advantages, but he also had many disadvantages.

Singing is out of tune and dancing is smooth, and acting is easy to laugh.

In her previous life, she didn't have the money to be an extra performer in a film crew. Among the quiet corpses, only her Le shoulders twitched like a zombie about to mutate.

Therefore, she never planned to continue filming from the beginning.

She is not that ambitious, she can stay in the entertainment industry for as long as she can, and if she can't keep going, she just runs away.

Jiang Qiyu's life motto is three concise sentences:

"I can't die again."

"It's fine to die."

"Then don't live."

In the past, she owed [-] yuan and dared to shoot the table with the industry bosses on the spot, but now how could she be afraid that the Jiang family would trip her up?

Besides, didn't this idiot Lu Heng trip her up a lot before?

She glanced at Lu Heng with a foolish look, and when she was about to turn around and move away from him, her arms were suddenly clamped tightly by him.

Lu Heng was afraid of the recording in her hand, and his hands were not light, and his tone was even harsher:

"You'd better hand over the recording, or I won't make it easier for you!"

"You kid is so crazy, your breath is worse than athlete's foot."

Jiang Qiyu refused to admit defeat, but his arm was indeed pinched with pain.

Just squinting his eyes and preparing to raise his legs to kick this grandson, suddenly, a familiar voice sounded from behind:

"Tsk tsk, there is a lot of news in a big city. Attending a banquet can not only see the gossip of wealthy families, but even actors can engage in a renaissance?"

While speaking, Qi Yu walked between the two of them in three or two steps with his long legs.

With an absolutely strong posture, the big palm with well-defined bones pinched the wrist tightly and forced him to let go.

Then she looked at Jiang Qiyu pretending to be surprised, and then at Lu Heng:

"Isn't this Actor Lu? This is..."

Jiang Qiyu was still holding the wine bottle tightly in one hand, shook that arm, and began to talk nonsense in a serious manner:

"He failed in courtship, and became angry from embarrassment."

"Jiang Qiyu!"

Lu Heng growled like a warning, then clenched his fists and looked at Qi Yue who suddenly stepped in:

"Qi Shao, what does this mean?"

Qi Yu shrugged:

"It's not interesting, it's just meaning, you know what I mean?"

"puff......"

Jiang Qiyu was amused by his appearance of hob meat, she bent her eyes and approached quietly, and said in a low voice:

"Thank you, Mean Man."

Qi Yu didn't mind being nicknamed, and nodded to confirm his identity:

"Small idea."

On the other hand, they wanted to talk about business, but were turned green with anger by the two people who didn't talk nonsense at all.

Finally, she took a deep look at Jiang Qiyu, snorted coldly, and turned to leave.

Jiang Qiyu punched his back as he left angrily, but just shook it twice before the tightly clenched hand was slapped lightly.

"Why did you hit me?"

Qi Yu didn't answer, then he raised his legs and walked out.

"Hey (↗)"

The person who was left behind chased after him without even thinking: "Mean man, wait for me."

The man is tall and has long legs, so she has to jog to catch up with him after walking a few steps.

Jiang Qiyu hurriedly followed his footsteps, and before she could speak, she heard Qi Yu say in a cool tone:

"What do you think your winning percentage will be if you fight against Lu Heng?"

As soon as the words came out, she immediately heard the meaning, and while trying to keep up with his footsteps, she laughed:

"Don't look at that kid Lu Heng as tall and burly, but the muscles of stars like them are all made from protein powder. They are all dead muscles and can't be exerted."

"Oh?"

Hearing what she said, Qi Yu simply stopped and put his arms around his arms, looked at her and raised his eyebrows slightly:

"How to say?"

"For example, he punched me. Although I died, I still refused to accept it."

"...you really deserve to die."

Qi Yu smiled at her angrily, then turned and left without warning.

"Hey hey..."

Jiang Qiyu continued to follow him shamelessly, casually finding a ready-made topic:

"What about you, how do you compare your winning percentage with him?"

The man paused, then replied lightly:

"I'll give him a one-to-one deal."

"One to nine? Who is one and who is nine?"

"I have one and nine."

"So humble? Isn't it your style?"

Facing her doubts, Qi Yu just slightly hooked the corners of his lips, and his deep and dry voice was sent into her ears by the gentle night wind:

"I punch him, Jiuquan."