Lu Youyou looked at how miss Fang was so obedient to her Qiao. If she asked her to act, she would. She was honest and did a good job.
She was a star-chaser, so it was natural for her acting to be unnatural and clumsy. It was obvious at a glance that Qiao Qiao's judgment of people was really sharp.
No wonder young master Fu invested 20 million Yuan for her to enter the entertainment industry. This company would definitely be able to rise.
"Stop," he said. Wen Qiao raised her hand and Fang duo ran to her side. how is it? "
"Have you terminated your contract with Yihua?" Wen Qiao asked, raising her eyebrows.
"I did. Why?"
then, would you be willing to join my company, a film and television company? "
"I'm willing, I'm willing, of course I'm willing."
Previously, the Folk Music Club that wanted to join Wen Qiao had been rejected. Now that Wen Qiao had given her a chance, she didn't even need to think about it and agreed with both hands and feet raised.
Lu Youyou,"ran ran."
If she was called silly, she was really silly. She was acting like a silly and sweet girl.
Lu Youyou and Chun Xiao were star-chasing fans and novel fanatics. They worked together to recommend a popular online novel to Wen Qiao. Wen Qiao spent two days reading it. She liked it very much and started the project.
She had pulled Lu Youyou in as a business partner. After all, she only knew how to read people, read the script, and take charge of OST for the TV series. Everything else was left to her Youyou.
Of course, the year-end bonus that she gave Youyou was also very impressive.
It was mid-July, the hottest time of the year. After dinner, Wen Qiao went to the af club.
The club was empty. Wen Qiao sent a message to Wen Chi, and the reply was that they were having a seafood buffet outside.
The nanny was off for two days a month and was not around today. Shen Tian was rich, so he treated them to good food every day.
She had just entered the house when it started to rain heavily. She was really lucky.
She went upstairs to Wen Chi's room. She planned to wait for them to come back and check on their training.
Wen Chi's computer was turned on, and the screen was still on the game page. His game ID had changed from 'brother Chi wants to get into a top high school' to 'master Chi has gotten into a top high school', with a hint of arrogance. Wen Qiao raised her eyebrows. He had the capital to be arrogant in just one year. Let him be.
Just as Wen Qiao was about to get up and drink a glass of water, her head suddenly ached. It was so painful that she felt as if something sharp had pierced through her skull. She didn't know what was going on.
The last time she saw Fu Nanli was only seven days ago.
Thirteen days, seven days, half of the time.
She and Fu Nanli had known each other for a year, but the time for her illness to act up had already been reduced by half. Did that mean that she would be cooped up once a year? if that was the case, wouldn't she be unable to leave Fu Nanli for even a moment?
In the past, he didn't have a headache when his illness acted up, but he would feel his heart beating violently.
She reached out and grabbed the corner of the desk. Her vision was a little blurry from the pain, and the veins on the back of her hand were protruding. The pain made her fingers tremble involuntarily. She placed her phone next to the mouse. It was a short distance, but she seemed to have overcome a great difficulty. When she picked up the phone, her hand trembled uncontrollably, and sweat dripped down. She did not hold the phone firmly and it fell into the gap between the desk and the bed.
The pain continued to hit her, and Wen Qiao groaned in pain. She half-knelt on the ground to reach for the phone in the crack, but she couldn't reach it no matter how hard she tried.
Her vision turned black, and her head hurt so much that she couldn't think clearly.
Wen Qiao gave up on the idea of reaching for her phone. She couldn't stay in the house. She had to go out. If she fainted here and no one found out, she didn't know when Wen Chi and the others would come back. She would only be able to meet them when she went out.
She put her hands on the table and panted heavily. Her vision turned black and her head hurt so much that she was on the verge of collapse. She had never felt this way before.
She seemed to have used all the strength in her body as she walked to the door, step by step. It was raining heavily outside. In the midsummer evening, Wen Qiao held on to her last breath and walked to the stairs.
In just two to three minutes, Wen Qiao's t-shirt was already drenched in sweat. A pain that was a thousand times more painful than the migraine attacked her senses and consciousness like a tidal wave. Wen Qiao's vision was already blurry.
His legs gave way and he rolled down.
In her daze, she seemed to see someone open the door. In the dim light, a curtain of rain fell behind him. Wen Qiao grabbed the hem of his pants, her breath barely hanging by a thread. save me, save me.