My Best Actor Ex-Husband and I Became A Role-Model Couple

"What are you laughing at?" Feng Lanchu helplessly pushed him away: "What is the kidnapping that Fuqi just said?"

Jiang Anzhi was silent for a while, then slightly hooked his lips:

"It's all about Chen Zhima's rotten bones. I accidentally encountered bad people before, and then Uncle People's Liberation Army rescued me."

Although Jiang Anzhi said it calmly, Feng Lan was not stupid at the beginning, and she guessed about seven or eight points by contacting the before and after matters.

Pat him distressedly: "It's all over."

"Yeah." Jiang Anzhi nodded lightly, "I'm fine and content now."

...

Fu Qi, who lost contact all night, returned to the company. Her manager was completely speechless to her, and she didn't even bother to scold her. She just ordered: "Tomorrow, at the Celebrity Charity Donation Party, enter on time at 10:00, and prepare your own clothes."

Fu Qi was taken aback: "What do you mean by preparing yourself?"

Usually when she attends public meetings, the clothing is sponsored by the brand.

The agent sneered: "Fuqi, I'm afraid you can't understand the current situation. Which brand company dares to sponsor you now?"

Fu Qi's face was pale and haggard, but she rarely spoke back.

"Okay, you have nothing to do, go home, remember to go to the dinner tomorrow, don't be late." The manager left in a hurry after speaking.

The corner of the assistant's mouth, who had been lying down all the time, curled up into a hearty smile.

After a while, the crisp high heels tapped the ground and came to her.

Fu Qi asked domineeringly: "What are you laughing at?"

The smile on the little assistant's face froze, and she lowered her head silently: "I'm sorry, Sister Fuqi."

Fu Qi suddenly stretched out her hand, and pinched the little assistant's face with the hand painted with bright red Koudan: "What are you laughing at, are you laughing at me?"

"Even you think I'm ridiculous?"

"No, I'm sorry, Sister Fuqi." The little assistant was so painful that tears rolled in her eyes, but she didn't dare to struggle and could only let her pinch her face.

Seeing her begging for mercy, Fu Qi threw her away, and rubbed against her in distaste:

"It's too greasy, and I don't know what cosmetics to use."

The little assistant covered her face, not daring to speak.

Fu Qi didn't care whether the little assistant answered or not, and asked impatiently, "What is he going to do?"

The little assistant's eyes flickered and he answered honestly: "The company has signed a new artist, and Brother Zhong also wants to bring in new artists."

Fuqi's manager has always only taken her alone, but now he wants to take a newcomer? Well, no wonder he ignored her, because there was a newcomer.

Fuqi sneered, seeing that her resources are not enough, you want to freeze her? Don't forget that she still has a movie to be broadcast, and when the movie is released, and when she succeeds in the bet, there is no hope of collaborating again.

Besides, there are so many newcomers now, how easy is it to get ahead? And watch how they throw themselves into the dust.

"You, help me find Tony to borrow clothes."

"Me?" The little assistant panicked.

"Yes, tomorrow at 9 o'clock I have to see the dress I want, or you can go to hell."

"Sister Fuqi, I don't understand anything, where can I borrow clothes?"

"It doesn't matter if you use someone else's name or your own contacts. Anyway, I don't care, you can figure it out."

After Fu Qi finished speaking, she left the company without looking back, leaving the little assistant alone in the room in a panic.

She is just an ordinary girl who graduated from the imperial capital, gave up her professional field, and resolutely entered the entertainment circle with her family's incomprehension. For the dream of the ace agent in her heart, she persisted here for two years.

But now, she really couldn't hold on anymore.

The burning pain on her face was like a slap from life.

She shouldn't be chasing illusory dreams.