Foodies can't be broken

Yu He withdrew his smile and said sincerely, "I'm sorry boss, I threw that suona away when I turned around."

Fu Shanhai sighed: "Okay, don't report it, just put it here, I will look at it myself."

……

After Yu He went out, Fu Shanhai picked up the report and flipped through two pages, but his gaze always drifted to the practice room from time to time.

Jiang He has been quiet for 5 minutes.

Fu Shanhai quickly read the budget report for the next quarter, put down the report, got up and walked to the practice room.

Jiang He is working on a dulcimer.

There are many musical instruments in this room that he has never seen before, and this dulcimer especially caught his attention.

He took two qin bamboos and struck the strings curiously, and a clear and bright sound came out.

Jiang He's eyes lit up, and he tried every string again. He knocked so lightly that only he could hear the sound.

The timbre of the dulcimer is different from other musical instruments, like a ding-dong mountain spring, but as long as it is struck hard, the sound becomes crisp and bright again.

Jiang He thought that maybe he could add this traditional musical instrument to his songs, which is nice and fresh.

He was having fun knocking, when a voice came from behind him: "Is it fun?"

Jiang He was so frightened that his hands shook, and the Qinzhu fell directly.

A second before it hit the ground, a hand caught the Qinzhu.

Jiang He was a little embarrassed: "...Mr. Fu."

Fu Shanhai sat next to him, turned the bamboo with one hand, tapped the strings a few times, and a very simple melody came out.

Jiang He was surprised: "Wow, you can play?"

"No," Fu Shanhai said truthfully, "but I have an aunt who plays folk music professionally, and I've seen her play this."

Jiang He was still very impressed: "Then you have a really good memory."

"It's average," Mr. Fu showed off his skills very low-key, then turned to look at him, "Don't always call me Mr. Fu, I'm very unfamiliar."

"That's...the boss?" Jiang He asked tentatively.

"..." Fu Shanhai said, "Call me by my name."

Jiang He blinked twice, but still didn't dare to call him Fu Shanhai directly.

Fu Shanhai sighed a little annoyed, as if his image in Jiang He's heart was becoming more and more terrifying.

"The company recently accepted an endorsement for you," Fu Shanhai said back to business, "You need to go to shoot tomorrow."

Jiang He nodded: "Yeah!"

It's great to have an endorsement so soon, it used to take a long time to get an endorsement.

"There will be an awards ceremony in ten days. "Radio Exaggeration" has been selected for some awards. When the crew debuts, you have a singing show."

Jiang He suddenly became nervous: "Do you want to sing "Uninterrupted Radio Station"?"

"Yes," Fu Shanhai replied, "So you have to hurry up and practice recently, and Chen Xiang will take you to see the vocal teacher."

Jiang He took a deep breath and quietly encouraged himself: "Okay, I will work hard!"

Seeing his nervous and expectant look, Fu Shanhai almost melted his heart. After staring at him for a while, he asked in a low voice, "Are you hungry?"

Jiang He's nervousness dissipated all of a sudden, and his eyes became bright in an instant: "Hungry!"

What he likes most about Fu Shanhai is that Fu Shanhai will take him to eat, and he will never say that he eats too much.

Fu Shanhai got up: "Let's go to eat."

……

This time Fu Shanhai didn't dare to let Jiang He choose a place by himself, he was afraid that Jiang He would eat fast food again.

After getting out of the car with Jiang He, Fu Shanhai walked into a Cantonese restaurant he often went to, and went directly to the private room.

When ordering, Fu Shanhai gave Jiang He the menu and asked him to order whatever he wanted.

Jiang He stared at the menu and then at Fu Shanhai, the joy in his eyes was obvious.

"This, this, this..."

Jiang He didn't dare to order more. After ordering three dishes, he politely put the menu back on the table and asked Fu Shanhai to order.

Fu Shanhai took a look at what he ordered: crispy barbecue, dry fried beef river, boiled shrimp.

...I really love meat.

However, Jiang He seems to care about the price a lot?

Fu Shanhai glanced at the prices of these three dishes, and frowned slightly. These are actually the cheapest of the three meat dishes.

...Why do you have such concerns, to save yourself money?

Fu Shanhai quickly overturned this idea. The last time he took Jiang He to eat steak, the price of a single set meal was in four figures, and Jiang He did not object.

So, rather than saving money, it's more like... he did it subconsciously.

Reminiscing about his possibly unhappy childhood, Fu Shanhai's face darkened, and he casually ordered a few more dishes.

This time he only picked the expensive ones, although he didn't know why, but he just... wanted to do it.

After the waiter left, the room fell silent.

Jiang He waited for the food to be served, with a look of anticipation on his face.

Fu Shanhai said quietly: "Jiang He, where... have you lived before?"

Jiang He turned to look at him, blinked twice: "You live in my house."

"With your uncle and the others?"

Jiang He shook his head: "No, it's just me."

Fu Shanhai's heart sank suddenly.

Jiang He lost his parents when he was ten years old. How could a child live alone at home without going to his relatives?

...The home must be full of traces of the parents' past life. Such a home...how can I live comfortably?

Fu Shanhai continued to ask tentatively, "Does your uncle usually visit you?"

"I will come during the festival," Jiang He put his hands on his lap obediently, sat upright, and answered seriously, "And during the Chinese New Year, he will take me to visit relatives."

...But every time the relatives are connected, the lucky money will be taken away.

The uncle said that he also sent money to the younger generation, so Jiang He's money was actually given by himself, and it was reasonable to take it back.

……

"...Is this the only time? Usually?"

Jiang He shook his head lightly: "They are very busy."

Fu Shanhai's anger suddenly rose.

No matter how busy you are, don't you have time to see your nephew?

He was almost sure that Uncle Jiang He's family was definitely not a good person, and that they would take over the job of taking care of Jiang He, probably for the inheritance of Jiang He's parents.

Imagining the ten-year-old Jiang He huddled at home alone, Fu Shanhai's heart ached.

……

When mentioning these topics, Jiang He was actually not very happy, but looking at Fu Shanhai's face, he seemed to be more unhappy than him...?

There was a knock on the door suddenly, and the waiter came in with the prepared dishes.

Jiang He suddenly became excited again, staring at the dishes that were put on the table, his eyes changed from joy to surprise.

"...Why did you order so much?"

There was a whole table full, and the two of them couldn't finish it.

Fu Shanhai's eyes softened a little: "It's okay, let's eat."

He waved his hand to signal the waiter to go out, rolled up his sleeves, and served Jiang He a bowl of fish maw soup. The milky white soup was mixed with large shrimps, which made people very appetizing just by looking at it.

Jiang He drank two sips of the soup, and took another sip of the crispy ginseng that was placed closest to him. He felt soft and sticky to his teeth, dense and sweet, and his eyes lit up instantly: "It's delicious!"

He took the initiative to hold a chopstick for Fu Shanhai: "Try it!"

Fu Shanhai froze for a moment, then his heart beat wildly, and the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably.

Jiang He actually knew to bring food for him.

I just thought that the company spent so much money on treats, the big boss Jiang He couldn't let the hungry Jiang He eat while telling Fu Shanhai which dishes were delicious.

...I quickly told it again, and I didn't even miss the soup.

Fu Shanhai wanted to laugh a little. Jiang He is really easy to be satisfied with food, and he agrees to eat anything.

The only thing not to eat is a plate of garlic choy sum.

Fu Shanhai ordered some food for him: "Why don't you eat green vegetables."

Jiang He suddenly had a bitter face and didn't really want to eat.

But Fu Shanhai looked at him, and it was difficult for him to take this dish out of the bowl.

After eating the choy sum slowly, Jiang He frowned unsurprisingly.

Still bitter.

Seeing his expression, Fu Shanhai finally couldn't help asking: "You don't like cabbage?"

"..." Jiang He hesitated, "I always feel that vegetables are bitter."

Fu Shanhai: "...don't like it so much?"

"No," Jiang He explained, "It's really bitter for me to eat, and all vegetables are like this."

Fu Shanhai was slightly puzzled. He knew that some people didn't like vegetables, but...the taste was bitter. This was the first time he had seen such a situation.

"It's been like this since childhood?"

Fu Shanhai looked at Jiang He's figure and murmured in his heart, if he doesn't like vegetables, he loves meat. Why is he so thin and short?

... Mr. Fu, who is 1.8 meters | nine, did not realize how excessive his behavior of classifying all people under 1.8 meters into the ranks of "short".

Jiang He thought about it, and said honestly: "No, I often ate it when I was a child, it was because I fell... It started like this a few months ago."

Fu Shanhai frowned, this symptom... Don't be sick, I don't know it yet.

Reminiscing that Jiang He was always pale some time ago, and even fainted once in his office, Fu Shanhai became nervous: "I will arrange for Chen Xiang to take you for another physical examination later."

Jiang He was eating happily, when he heard this sentence, his face turned bitter: "No, no need..."

Fu Shanhai insisted: "Your body is important. When the company's plans for you start to be officially implemented, you may be so busy that you don't even have time to eat."

This may have made Jiang He panic for a moment, and he didn't even care about eating?That... that's too scary.

Seeing him like this, Fu Shanhai slowed down his tone again: "I'm just making an analogy. With me around, I won't let you stop eating."

Jiang He laughed and whispered, "Thank you."

Fu Shanhai looked at the little cutie in front of him with a happy face, and after eating and drinking, he looked into his own eyes with a slightly satisfied expression.

...It is the kind of beauty that cannot be described even if it is described with the most beautiful words.

Fu Shanhai suddenly felt a little reluctant.

I am reluctant to put such a baby in front of the camera and accept everyone's attention.

Even though he knew that Jiang He would definitely be liked by everyone, there would inevitably be slanderous words and inexplicable malice in it.

He didn't want Jiang He to face this.

Jiang He didn't know what the other party was thinking, but saw Fu Shanhai looking at him silently with complicated eyes.

He asked in a low voice, "what's the matter, aren't you happy?"

Fu Shanhai came back to his senses: "No."

He couldn't help but reached out and touched Jiang He's head, the soft short hair felt good to the touch.

"I'm happy, especially when I'm with you."

Jiang Heyi was stunned, blushing a little randomly.

When Fu Shanhai said such words, he was unexpectedly... attractive.

He was originally good-looking, with profound features and narrow eyes. When he was not speaking, his face was always cold, making people afraid to approach him.

But when he looked at Jiang He seriously like this, with a smile in his eyes.

For a split second it feels like...a heartbeat missed.

……

After dinner, Fu Shanhai took Jiang He to buy clothes again.

the reason is simple.

"You've worn this suit three times."

Jiang He looked down at his white suit, a little surprised, how did Fu Shanhai know that he had worn it three times?

This is the set I bought with Fu Shanhai last time. I bought a lot at that time, and this set is his favorite.

But for some reason, every time Fu Shanhai saw this suit of his, his expression would instantly become strange for a while.

Fu Shanhai glanced at Jiang He's clothes when Jiang He was not paying attention, with a distressed expression on his face.

The white suit on Jiang Hehe is good-looking, it complements his slender waist and long legs, his white skin and straight back.

But... I can always remind him of the fact that the zipper of his pants was only half unzipped in the shopping mall that day.

... It's a shame.

Before Fu Shanhai finished recalling, Jiang He suddenly spoke excitedly.

"Then shall we still go to the mall last time?"

...Fu Shanhai almost stepped on the brake.

He resolutely refused: "I'll take you to another one."

Just kidding, who wants to go to that house?

Whoever is going to be an idiot, okay!

Jiang He felt a little regretful: "But we bought a lot last time, and we all became VIPs. The clerk sister also said that she would give us a discount in the future."

Fu Shanhai was unmoved: "It's okay, I'm not short of that little money."

Jiang He frowned: "If you can save money, you should save it. Although you earn a lot, you can't spend it carelessly."

... Fu Shanhai, who just ordered a high-end dress for the cutie, raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise.

Not bad, everyone started to care about their own financial problems.

Jiang He was still analyzing seriously: "And the clothes in that shop are really nice, and the one you wore last time was also nice."

... Fu Shanhai turned the steering wheel slightly hesitantly, but still did not turn.

Jiang He looked at him expectantly again: "Are you okay?"

...Even without turning his head, he could see Jiang He's eyes out of the corner of his eye. Fu Shanhai couldn't help but tighten his hand holding the steering wheel, and then loosened it tangled.

Seeing that the persuasion was not successful, Jiang Hehe sighed, and sat back by himself with a tired expression.

The tone was a little resentful.

"Okay, then don't go."

……

Fu Shanhai turned the steering wheel violently, and the whole car turned around abruptly.

"……go."

Mr. Fu automatically pulled out all the flags he had set up just now, and then sighed helplessly when he saw Jiang He's eyes glowing suddenly with joy.

He finally understood that as long as he met Jiang He, no matter what, he would have no way to refuse.

……

The waiter in the stupid mall is still the same as last time.

When the waiter saw Jiang He, her eyes lit up first. She still remembered this good-looking young man and greeted him excitedly.

After taking two steps, he saw the handsome young man followed by the big boss again.

The waiter's expression changed, and he wanted to smile with a trace of forbearance, and uphold professionalism not to smile too obviously, his whole face was almost twisted.

With a dark face, Fu Shanhai walked in without seeing anything.

Jiang He smiled sweetly: "Sister, do you have a long coat that suits me? I will wear it when I go out tomorrow."

The waiter nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes, this way."

"This is a product just designed by our cooperating designer. There are only three directly-operated stores in the country to supply it. Take a look."

She is holding a light gray trench coat. The smooth shape and hand-crafted three-dimensional tailoring make the trench coat present a beautiful texture.

Fu Shanhai nodded: "Try."

Jiang He stood there obediently, with his hands open, waiting for the waiter to help him put it on.

Seeing that the waiter was about to come, Fu Shanhai suddenly reached out, took the clothes from the waiter, and put them on Jiang He.

Jiang He was taken aback, but didn't react, and let Fu Shanhai help him pull his two arms out of the sleeves of the windbreaker.

The waiter was funny and helpless, and he had never seen anyone dressed like this.

If you don't know how to help... don't help, she is professional in this area...

Seeing that Jiang He was struggling with the twisted collar, the waiter quickly walked up to Jiang He and helped him straighten his collar and cuffs.

Fu Shanhai looked at it, and suddenly realized that he seemed to have done a disservice just now.

Fortunately, Jiang Hehe didn't care. He looked at the mirror for a while, turned around again, and turned to look at Fu Shanhai: "Does it look good?"

Fu Shanhai stared at his waist absent-mindedly: "Mmm... very pretty."

Jiang He's waist...is really thin.

Even with the belt on, it was still so thin that it could be held with two hands.

Fu Shanhai couldn't help daydreaming for a while, then withdrew his bad thoughts, carefully helped Jiang He choose some clothes, and asked the waiter to pack them all.

Jiang He raised his paw: "I'll pay the bill myself this time, I've made money recently."

The money for participating in the show and the money for the performance have all been in his account, and now Jiang He can spend five figures to buy clothes.

Instantly feel empowered!

However, after he casually picked the label on the back of his clothes and saw the number on it, the excitement subsided again.

... I have no confidence.

Fu Shanhai didn't think about his words at all. He swiped the card lightly, signed and dragged the person away.

"I will never let you pay in front of me."

……

The two walked away, and the waiter was still immersed in the scene just now.

The tall and handsome man casually embraced the young man and said the sweetest love words in the world.

"I'll never let you spend money."

My God, where is this standard overlord coming from?

So envious, so sour.

Can you give her one too! ! !

……

Here, Fu Shanhai walked to the parking lot, threw the clothes bag into the back seat of the car, and was about to close the car door when a person came over suddenly.

"Hi sir, please pay the parking fee."

Fu Shanhai paused and frowned slightly: "Can I swipe my card?"

The man was taken aback, and said with a wry smile, "What are you kidding?"

"But we support WeChat scan code payment!" He pointed to the QR code hanging around his neck, looking forward to it.

... Boss Fu, who hadn't passed such a thing, was silent for a few seconds.

Jiang He poked his head out of the co-pilot: "What's the matter?"

After he saw the situation here, he immediately ran out of the car, took out his phone and scanned the QR code.

"Okay, paid."

"Thank you!" The man immediately bowed to him with a smile, and at the same time gave Fu Shanhai a strange look.

He looked very rich, so why didn't he even want to pay these few dollars.

……

Fu Shanhai's forehead faintly burst out with blue veins.

How do you feel... like an old man, not even as good as Jiang He?

Jiang He sat in the car with a smile, and then turned to look at Fu Shanhai who just got in.

Fu Shanhai's mood turned slightly under the gaze of the cutie: "What are you looking at?"

Jiang closed his eyes and turned around: "I just paid for it."

Fu Shanhai was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized that Jiang He was referring to the words he said in the mall that he would not let him pay.

Mr. Fu's face turned completely dark.

……

Jiang He ran away after poking. He didn't provoke Fu Shanhai all the way, and sat quietly. When he got downstairs in the company, he consciously lifted his clothes bag and waved at Fu Shanhai.

"Thank you, I'm going up!"

Fu Shanhai watched him walk into the elevator before turning around and getting into the car.

Slightly annoyed, Fu Shanhai thumped the steering wheel, and Fu Shanhai stayed expressionless for a while, then suddenly smiled.

Jiang He... is really becoming more and more different.

After getting acquainted, he will actually tease others.

Jiang He, who is lively once in a while, is like the sun that suddenly brightens, so bright that people can't look directly at it, but they are attracted by the light, and can't help but want to see more.

……

……

The next day's shooting task was in the morning.

Jiang He was dragged up by Chen Xiang early in the morning, and hurriedly rushed to the shooting location.

"Do you know how popular this mask endorsement is, how many celebrities can't grab it!" Chen Xiang excitedly counted on his fingers, "The last one who endorsed this mask was Tao Mingcheng. Breaking ten million! Follow-up records will be broken in a row.”

Speaking of this, Chen Xiang patted Jiang He on the shoulder with pride: "We are newcomers, and the goal doesn't need to be so big, just break a million!"

Jiang He thought about it for a while. He has 200 million fans, of which 100 million may be bought by the company, so it is 100 million.

Hmm... If one person spends one yuan, there will be one million!

Jiang He nodded obediently: "I will work hard!"

Try to make fans willing to pay this dollar.

When the car stopped, Jiang He thought about the building in front of him: "This...why doesn't it look like a studio?"

In front of him was a three-story white building, the outer wall was so simple that there was no decoration, only a string of English was engraved on the simple and elegant gate.

Jiang He tried his best to spell it out, but he still couldn't read the string of English.

Chen Xiang explained with a mysterious expression: "This is your first endorsement. We are afraid that the stylist that the advertiser can find will not be good, so the company will make an appointment for you alone."

When Jiang He saw this building, he thought it must be very expensive inside, and was a little entangled: "So...is there any problem with the advertisers?"

After all, advertisers must control the quality of advertisements down to every detail, including the style and clothing of the spokesperson.

Chen Xiang patted him on the shoulder and handed him a mask: "Don't worry, the makeup and clothes have been negotiated with the advertiser. They are too happy to hear that it is the look made by IME."

There was faint excitement in Chen Xiang's eyes, the stylist this time was almost considered top-notch in the industry.

I heard that Mr. Fu made three or four phone calls in order to squeeze out this itinerary from his already full schedule.

Chen Xiang urged Jiang He to put on the mask: "Let's go, don't disappoint Mr. Fu's expectations."

While putting it on obediently, Jiang He couldn't help but ask, "Why are you wearing a mask?"

Chen Xiang pointed to the green plants on both sides of the building: "Did you see it?"

Jiang He took a look with his head: "... nothing?"

"That's right," Chen Xiang said, "Because the paparazzi are all hidden inside, you can't see them at all."

"...Is there a reporter?"

"Well," Chen Xiang explained, "a lot of paparazzi are ambushing here all day long, waiting to take photos of celebrities without makeup before they come to style. You don't know, a high-definition ugly photo is worth this amount."

He stretched out five fingers and waved them cautiously in front of Jiang He.

Jiang He said "Wow", "Five hundred, that's a lot!"

"..." Chen Xiang froze, "Fifty thousand!"

"So, we absolutely can't let them take pictures," Chen Xiang said, while he glanced at Jiang He hesitantly, "...Actually, it's not impossible to take pictures. Your plain face is better than those who put on makeup. It's not bad, maybe...you can earn the title of the most beautiful without makeup?"

...Jiang He heard this strange name, silently tightened his small mask, and followed Chen out of the car.

Going in is a long glass corridor, at the end of which stands a beautiful welcome lady.

When she saw Chen Xiang, she came up to greet him warmly, and dragged the two of them upstairs directly: "He's already waiting for you."

The door on the second floor is very unique in shape, with many built-in grids on the door, which are filled with various big-name skin care products and make-up.

Pushing open the door, Jiang He saw a man approaching, with mid-length hair and an Eastern European face. He spoke fluent English and warmly greeted Chen Xiang.

Chen Xiang smiled and said, "Milton, it's really not easy to ask you out."

The man named Milton smiled brightly: "Honey, it's not that I don't want to serve you, it's that the schedule is indeed full, and today's vacancy was finally squeezed out."

Chen Xiang pushed Jiang He: "Let's meet, our company's new artist is called Jiang He. Jiang He, this is Milton, the chief stylist of IME, he is a very powerful person."

Milton spoke English the whole time, even the first half of Chen Xiang's sentence was also in English, only the second half was to Jiang He, in Chinese.

Therefore, Jiang He only understood the second half of the sentence, quietly followed "Milton" a few times, and bowed to him.

"Milton, hello, I'm Jiang He."

Milton was taken aback for a moment, and then replied in unfluent Chinese: "Jianghe?"

Chen Xiang smiled and helped correct his pronunciation: "jiang-jiang-he-he."

Milton showed a puzzled look, but quickly shrugged his shoulders again: "OK, just call me sweetheart, sweetheart, don't worry, I will definitely dress you up today!"

Jiang He was a little nervous and a little frustrated.

...he couldn't understand what Milton was saying.

Chen Xiang chatted a few more words casually, and then got to the point: "Has the overall shape for today been designed?"

"Of course," Milton said confidently, "I promise to make you, exactly what that sentence says...surprise everyone!"

"It's amazing," Chen Xiang smiled, "You still know this word."

Milton took Jiang He's hand and was about to go to his dressing room when there was another voice at the door.

The three of them turned around and saw the woman who had just led Jiang He and the others in standing at the door, explaining to Milton with a sorry face: "Milton, it's so early, I told him you were seeing guests, but he insisted Come up."

Before she finished speaking, two people behind her had already entered the door.

Jiang He took a look and saw that the person walking in front was a middle-aged man, who was slightly surprised when he saw himself and Chen Xiang.

Behind the middle-aged man is a young man who also wears a mask. His hair is dyed flamboyant blue-gray, but his eyes are full of displeasure.

Milton greeted them with a smile: "He, you're here."

The young man raised his chin and pointed at Jiang He: "Who are they?"

Milton explained: "It's today's guest, just came over."

The young man frowned: "Didn't you say you were styling me this morning?"

Chen Xiang's eyes moved, as if he suddenly recognized who the young man was, he lowered his head and said to Jiang He: "He is He Jingyang, a member of the popular boy group these days."

Chen Xiang nodded: "En."

do not know.

He Jingyang seemed to be in a panic, and took off his mask, his face was a little haggard, with heavy dark circles under his eyes.

"I'm already here, do you still want me to wait for him?"

With that said, He Jingyang glanced at Jiang He to confirm that he had never seen him before, and that he was not a famous person.

The middle-aged man beside him seemed to be his manager. He looked at Jiang He for a while, then at Chen Xiang, and whispered in his ear: "If I'm not mistaken, this is the artist who has become popular recently."

"……Who?"

"A few days ago, I was on "Online Challenge-Real Superstar". I just debuted and became popular in this variety show."

Disdain appeared in He Jingyang's eyes: "Variety show cafe?"

How could an unknown little artist dare to compete with him for a stylist?

Milton looked a bit embarrassed: "...He, your filming is in the afternoon, and we made an appointment at ten o'clock, and it's only eight o'clock now, so it stands to reason..."

He Jingyang interrupted him: "Milton, I'm in a hurry."

Milton thought for a while: "Then...you go to the first floor first, do a basic care and makeup, I'll wait..."

"No," He Jingyang raised his eyebrows, "I want you to do it, I can't trust others."

"..."

The two sides were at a stalemate.

Milton was in a bit of a dilemma. He couldn't agree to He Jingyang's request, but he didn't know how to refuse so as not to offend others.

Chen Xiang was a little annoyed, he looked unreasonable, he was in a hurry, Milton just said that he would only shoot in the afternoon.

Relying on his popularity, he should give priority to everything he does. In his opinion, this kind of person simply lacks a severe beating from society.

Seeing Chen Xiang's ugly expression, Jiang He quietly tugged on his sleeve: "Brother Chen Xiang, forget it, if he is in a hurry, let him do the styling first."

Jiang He's voice was not loud, but He Jingyang nodded with satisfaction when he heard it: "Did you hear that? This little star has already said it, let me do it first."

Chen Xiang became even more angry: "What little star, my artist's surname is Jiang Minghe, and his name is Jiang He!"

"What the hell?" He Jingyang sneered. Regardless of persuasion, he pushed the door into Milton's private dressing room. "I've never heard of it."