Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"Your confidence and style are much stronger than your father back then."

Teacher Wan laughed indifferently, but stopped talking.

After sitting in silence for a while, he sighed heavily and got up slowly.

"I'll go back and prepare first. If there are any other needs, please contact me in time by Mr. Jiang and keep in touch with me."

Having said that, Teacher Wan stopped lingering his gaze and turned around to leave.

"Teacher Wan,"

Jiang Yecheng suddenly stopped him again.

After a while, she didn't look back, she only smiled lowly, "Xing'er asked me to tell you that she would like to thank you for your recommendation, so that she can stand against the crowd and successfully obtain the "Chunjiang Huayueye"."

"..."

Hearing this, Teacher Wan was startled and stopped swiftly.

But he still didn't say anything, and left calmly.

Listening to the faint sound of closing doors downstairs, the man on the balcony couldn't help but shook his head and laughed.

Sure enough, it is also a twisted person.

...

Three days later.

Outside the lobby of the Yuncheng Judicial Appraisal Center was crowded with all kinds of journalists and media carrying holographic cameras, as well as some people who came to see the lively eating melons.

Just in the evening of the previous day, Jiang Yecheng finally made an appointment with the appraisal center while waiting for the whole network to scratch his head, and came to do his appraisal live broadcast about the grievances of the rich.

It is said that when he released his bold words, he was opposed by Jiang Yue's current chairman, that is, his father Jiang Yecheng.

But unexpectedly, the old naughty old man of the Jiang family fully supported the grandson's decision, and even snatched his son's right to speak, and personally hosted this slightly special event.

It directly enlarges this live event into a world-class live broadcast.

As for the Xiang family, Xiang Huai quickly agreed to cooperate in order to clarify the indispensable and unreasonable hat on his head.

It didn't take long for members of both sides to arrive one after another, causing a sensation after another.

At that time, behind a certain window on the second floor of the appraisal center, Fang Yali was looking anxiously at the crowds below.

After a pause, I finally looked back at my best friend Tao Yang faintly, with an uncertain tone: "Yang Yang, are you really...can you be sure of everything?"

If they were the Xiang family who took out all they wanted to prove their innocence in front of the whole world, it would be fine.

Now the Jiang family, who has almost nothing to do with each other, has put up his own wealth and reputation!

How can such a irrational decision be made if there is no certainty?

"I said Lily, you have asked me hundreds of times in the past few days!"

Tao Yang didn't panic at all, still making Kung Fu tea leisurely and elegantly.

While tasting the tea, he smiled confidently and confidently, "Lily, let's not say the truth is still in our hands, that is, our old man and Acheng want to do things behind their backs. I dare to pack tickets with you. They can't do it. stand up!"

"... Didn't you keep me steady and slow down before?"

Fang Yali felt that she couldn't figure out the heart of this good girlfriend.

Obviously a while ago, she was the one who worried the most.

But since last night, she inexplicably, as if having encountered something good, began to pack tickets to her again.

She wanted to ask her why, but she didn't want to tell herself.

Thinking of this, Fang Yali suddenly felt a little weak.

For some reason, she always faintly felt that although Tao Yang was indeed helping herself with all her strength, she was inexplicably aware of the illusion of use in her help.