He quickly turned to the next page.
--It's been a long time since I visited Nannan, and I always feel guilty towards him. But every time I visit him, I feel guilty towards Baibai. Nannan's parents are very wealthy, but Old Shen and I can't provide Baibai with that kind of life.
--Nan Nannan seems very shy; he won't even take the lollipop offered to him.
--Nannan doesn't remember me. He calls me "Auntie," even though he used to call me "Mom" a long time ago.
Shen Anbai himself was an actor and had read many melodramatic scripts. Until this moment, an unbelievable idea popped into his mind.
Could it be...?
He remembered something, hurriedly threw down the ledger, went back to his room, rummaged through his desk, and found a small gold lock.
The small gold lock is exquisitely crafted and still Shining Brightly even after more than ten years.
He had always thought it was fake gold, since his Father Shen Mother Shen n't afford it given their spending habits.
Only now did he realize another possibility.
If he is the real young master of the Jiang Family, and Jiang Nan is an imposter, then this little golden lock must be real.
Thinking this, Shen Anbai quickly changed his clothes, grabbed Xiao Jinsuo, and rushed out the door.
He wants to have it appraised to see if it's real or fake gold.
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When Fu Jinchuan called, Shen Anbai had just come out of the jewelry store.
He was wearing a baseball cap, a hoodie with the hood over the cap, and a face mask, completely covering himself up.
He glanced at the caller's name, stood by the roadside, and answered, "Hello?"
" Baibai, where should I pick you up?"
Fu Jinchuan's voice was as deep as ever.
When Shen Anbai heard this voice, he remained completely unmoved.
The mark was still there, but he remained completely unmoved.
Perhaps it's because he knows a great deal, things he should have known in the first place.
Don't come to pick me up.
Fu Jinchuan paused, then asked with concern, "What's wrong?"
"I feel like I don't like you as much as I used to." Shen Anbai stared at the traffic on the street, then looked up at the birds in the sky. He kept staring until his eyes were tired.
For the first time, he felt like a fledgling bird about to take flight.
Before taking flight, he must clear away all burdens.
"What?"
Fu Jinchuan seemed stunned, his voice a little hoarse, " Baibai, what did you say?"
I think I've made my point clear enough, let's break up.
Shen Anbai said.
Since he truly is the son of the Jiang Family, it's obvious which is more important, Fu Jinchuan or Fu Jingzhou —one the son of an illegitimate child, the other the legitimate heir—and who should be chosen.
-
After a day of live streaming, Jiang Nan gloriously ended the broadcast.
He was lying on the sofa in his office, intending to start a game, when WeChat beeped with a notification sound.
He was about to check who sent the message when it turned out to be a friend request, the kind that recommends contact information.
My nickname is: Little Ya Little Orange.
This nickname...
Jiang Nan could guess whose WeChat it was even with her toes.
He thought about it for a moment, and out of curiosity to see what this person was up to, he accepted the friend request.
Almost the instant he agreed, the other person sent him an emoji.
Little Ya Little Orange: [Image of a dog carrying a rose]
Stirring Shit When It Hits: [Why?]
On the other side, Lin Cheng was so angry that her nose almost twisted out of shape.
He's so popular right now, the fact that he took the initiative to add Jiang Nan on WeChat is already a huge favor to him, yet he's so cold towards her.
Shouldn't I be very happy at first?
Could it be that he's actually a very aloof person, and the lively persona he displays during live streams is just his persona?
Thinking this, Lin Cheng relaxed her furrowed brows.
Little Ya Little Orange: [It's nothing, I just wanted to get to know you.]
Has Lin Cheng lost her mind?
Jiang Nan was completely baffled.
Zhu Xia analyzed it carefully and concluded that the person who bought trending searches to smear him was probably Lin Cheng, with a 90% probability.
Stirring Shit When It Hits: [Oh.]
"Stirring Shit When It Hits": [What angle are you planning to use to smear me now? So rude and impolite!]
Lin Cheng coughed after seeing this sentence.
Fortunately, he's been in the entertainment industry for so long that he's long been immune to such things, and he's incredibly thick-skinned.
Little Ya Little Orange: [I've reformed.]
Little Ya Little Orange: [ Nannan, don't be angry anymore, okay?]
Little Ya Little Orange: [I came here with sincerity today.]
Stirring Shit When It Hits: [What sincerity?]
Little Ya Little Orange: [Watch out for that little bitch Shen Anbai, he might try to sabotage you.]
Stirring Shit When It Hits: [What's the excuse this time?]
Little Ya Little Orange: [He thinks the person you really like is his boyfriend, Fu Jinchuan.]
Only now did Jiang Nan believe what Lin Cheng had said.
After all, most people wouldn't say something so idiotic.
Stirring Shit When It Hits: [I understand.]
Little Ya Little Orange: [Mmm.]
Little Ya Little Orange: [Hugs, don't be sad.]
The way that face changes is perfect for Sichuan opera face-changing performances.
Jiang Nan did not reply.
Meanwhile, Lin Cheng waited for a long time but didn't receive a reply from Jiang Nan.
He sighed.
If he had known, he would have bought trending topics to smear Shen Anbai or the other two couples.
Jiang Nan turns out to be Jiang Qingye's younger brother.
If he had known sooner, he would have treated Jiang Nan much better.
hateful.
-
After this little incident, Jiang Nan continued as before, going to work alongside his wife, doing live streams, and confronting his rebellious sons.
Use any spare moments to review the materials for your self-study course.
The live broadcast ended quickly, and the guests had a week to rest before filming the second half of the travel variety show.
When the proposal for the travel variety show was submitted to the president's office, Jiang Qingye quickly read it, pondered for a moment, and then approved a little more funding.
The assistant reminded him, " President Little Jiang, Madam specifically instructed that there's a family dinner this afternoon, and she wants you to go home early."
"I see."
Jiang Qingye rubbed his temples, tidied up the documents, and suddenly asked, "Where's Luo Hang?"
" Young Master Luo has a variety show to record tonight, he just left."
The assistant general manager initially didn't take Luo Hang seriously.
After all, which CEO doesn't keep a bunch of mistresses?
I initially thought she was just a canary; as long as she was alive and pretty, that was enough.
Reality, however, felt like a cold, merciless slap across his face.
A domineering CEO and his mistress either part ways amicably or never speak to each other again.
Either you achieve enlightenment or you attain Buddhahood.
This is hardly a lover!
That's clearly the young mistress.
He was blind and misjudged the situation.
By this point, the general assistant knew Luo Hang better than he did his own elderly mother.
Jiang Qingye stayed for a while longer before going downstairs.
As soon as I went downstairs, I was stopped.