Report to the president, your actor has run away again

Fu Xin rolled up his sleeves and went to squeeze Fu Zhao's head, scaring Mr. Fu into a fright.

"What are you doing!" Fu Zhao quickly covered his face, "Your brother and I have such a pretty little face except money, don't mess with me!" 2

Seeing his cheap look, Fu Xin wanted to kick him: "I will make you sober."

Fu Zhao felt that he was very sober now, and he leaned close to Fu Xin meanly, his eyes flashed with excitement, "Brother, do you know who called me just now?"

Fu Xin glanced at him.

"Wu Zhuoyi! Brother Yi!" Fu Zhao slapped his thigh, grinning so happily that his mouth went behind his ears, "Hey, why did Tang Ruanruan agree to come to our company? Could it be that he still has more love for you? ?"8

A trace of surprise flashed in Fu Xin's eyes, and the hand holding the wine glass paused slightly. 1

He thought of the cold face of the man he saw in the afternoon, and his Adam's apple moved slightly: "Did he mention any other conditions?"

"Do you still need him to mention it? We will give you what you want!"

Tang Ruan is a bright and shining gold-lettered signboard, even if it doesn't make money for their company, just showing it is enough to attract fans.

Fu Xin's mood was not easy.

In the past, Tang Ruan was a young master who wanted everything from the wind to the rain. Even if he was kicked out of the house later, he still lived a chic and magnanimous life.

It seemed that only when he was in front of him would he bow his knees and try his best to please him.

Now without him, Tang Ruan naturally lived the most dazzling life.

For some reason, Fu Xin misses that little counselor who has no temper for whatever he wants. 52

The phone in his pocket vibrated, and Fu Xin took it out to see that it was Bai Jinyu.