Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

At the same time, a video studio in Beijing.

The stylist is drying the man's hair.

Jiang Li had half of his legs on the table, and the hair in front of his forehead was dyed in colorful colors. He didn't pay much attention to it and was playing games on his mobile phone.

Qin Si formed a team. In addition to him, there was Zhang Yang and a few friends who usually played well.

The game is in full swing.

Four of the five people in their group died, and he was the only one left to enter the finals.

Jiang Li bit his toothpick, looking carefree. His peach blossom eyes wanted to stick to his phone, and the movements on his hands became more and more intense.

With a loud shout: "Fuck!"

The character he was operating was attacked by someone and shot in the head.

Their team was officially wiped out.

Jiang Li shook his head depressedly and was about to send a message to ask Qin Si if they were coming.

I heard the assistant who was playing with his cell phone whispering doubtfully: "Hey, the person in this video looks like Brother Li's sister. Check to see if she is Brother Li's sister."

The assistant handed the phone to the agent beside him.

The manager was surprised when he saw it: "It seems to be Brother Li's sister. I have seen photos of his sister. How can I say that the temperament of Brother Li's sister... is difficult to imitate. The person in this video should be her. Where did you find it? of?"

The assistant replied weakly: "Hot search."

broker:"???"

Hot search?

Why did Brother Li's sister become a hot search topic?

The manager was still stunned. When Jiang Li heard the conversation between the two, he turned his head and stretched out his hand: "What video? Let me take a look."

He thought the two of them were talking about Jiang Xianrou.

So I didn’t pay much attention to it.

Who would have thought that after the assistant obediently handed him the phone and carefully pulled out the video on the hot search for him, Jiang Li instantly lowered his legs on the table, sat up straight, and looked at the black sweater in the video with wide eyes. A girl sitting there playing the strings of the harp.

"What the hell! Nian Nian?"

His voice was quite loud, which startled the manager. The manager quickly apologized for the glances from the side and explained with a smile: "Sorry, I'm playing games. I'm playing games."

While turning around, with a splitting headache, he said to the man who didn't care about his image at all: "My eldest young master, I know you entered the entertainment industry just for fun. But you are a top-notch person, so please pay more attention to your image outside, okay? In case someone takes a photo..."

In the past, when he said this, Jiang Li would usually reply to him indifferently: If you take a photo, you will take a photo. I am selling music, not my face.

This time, he was surprisingly quiet. He stared at the video on his phone without blinking, watching it from beginning to end. Unwilling to give in, he pulled back the progress bar and watched it again.

After watching it, he pursed his thin lips into a thin line and exited the video to see what the assistant said about hot searches.

Hanging above the topic square are the words # The scene of Konghou, a disciple of Mr. Nie closed # .

Lao Nie closes his disciples? ?

Jiang Li's cheek twitched hard.

But what he cares about is not this thing, but another point that makes him care...

"Get it for me."

He returned the phone to the assistant, then quickly picked up his own phone and exited the game. He even ignored the game invitation sent by Qin Si and found the previously saved video in the photo album.

Opening the video and putting the two phones together, he covered the face of Qiao Nian playing the harp on his assistant's phone with his hand. He raised his head and asked the two of them expressionlessly: "Do they look alike?"

On one mobile phone was the VCR recorded by Zhui Guang during an interview with the Beijing TV station, and on the other mobile phone was Qiao Nian sitting there carelessly playing with the harp.

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