The Sick and Weak Horse Dressed As a Villain

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In Qiao Wen's probing gaze, Chen Jianan held his head high in the wind, awe-inspiring righteousness.

Qiao Wen chuckled and shook his head.

Thinking about his practical toes, this matter is probably inseparable from him. Although violent behavior is undesirable, it doesn't hurt to use it on people like Eisen.

He didn't get to the bottom of the question, only leaned his chin on Chen Canan's shoulder and smiled: "Brother Nan, thank you!"

Usually Qiao Wen got close to him, Chen Jianan only felt that his younger brother was dependent on his elder brother, but at the moment the face behind him was pressed against his neck, he suddenly felt itchy and patient, and he couldn't help but shudder.

"Um... Xiao Qiao, sit down and fall down carefully."

Qiao Wen laughed and sat upright, just for the "care" in his mouth, the hands holding on to his waist changed to tightly hugged his thin waist.

Chen Jianan was calm on the surface, and roared inwardly, complaining endlessly.

Back to the tenement building, it was still early. When saying goodbye on the second floor, Qiao Wen asked casually: "Brother Nan, are you coming down to sleep tonight?"

Chen Jianan struggled all the way inside. Hearing his invitation like this at the moment, he was so scared that he hurriedly touched his head and said, "No, don’t Hao Zai and I changed our beds recently? It’s quite spacious. I won't come down and squeeze you."

Qiao Wen laughed: "I don't think you are crowded."

Chen Jianan said heartily, but I dislike myself.

He grinned at Qiao Wen, and usually ran upstairs in three steps and two steps to escape.

Qiao Wen shook his head as he watched him disappear.

Intuition tells him that Chen Canan is a little weird. As for what weirdness is, he is not sure for a while, but this guy can't hide the secret, so he should take the initiative to explain it soon.

The next morning, I just walked into the office of Mingyue Factory.

Lin Zihui grabbed Qiao Wen's arm and said angrily: "His cousin takes care of all the work outside of Li Xingchen TV station. I talked with his cousin on the phone last night. Do you know how much the other party is asking?"

"How many?"

Lin Zihui raised a palm: "500,000 a year, which is higher than many big-name movie stars. It's basically a lion's mouth, and his cousin is very arrogant. It's like two, five or eighty thousand."

Qiao Wen groaned that the career of celebrity agents in this era is far from standard. Television stars like Li Xingchen who take salaries, TV stations allow them to take on private work, and they are generally handled by family and friends.

He had read the information of Li Xingchen, and he was of ordinary origin, even a little poor. It became popular overnight and gained both fame and fortune. Naturally, one person was able to ascend to heaven. It is not surprising that the people around him swelled up because of his ATM machine.

However, when he read Li Xingchen written in the newspapers, he was a gentleman, and he didn't know whether it was his true character or appearance.

"Five hundred thousand a year is indeed too expensive. I will try to see if I can get past his cousin and talk to Li Xingchen directly."