My Bloodthirty Husband is So Gentle

Chapter 40 040 Do you have a meter and five?

Xie Dang held a cigarette and a lighter with a square scarf, and handed it to Jiang Jiusheng. He said in a nasty voice: "There is no lady's cigarette. This is a man's. It has a strong taste. Only half a cigarette is allowed."

Jiang Jiusheng took it and smiled: "Thank you, brother."

Xie Dang hummed, raised his chin very proudly: "Call me Master Xie."

Jiang Jiusheng took the cigarette and got up: "I'm going to smoke, you let it go."

"..."

Xie Dang threw a cold eye, turned his head and walked, but hadn't walked a few steps yet, and was hit by a woman on the face. From Jiang Jiusheng's point of view, it looks like everything is intentional. If it is not to find fault, it is to embrace it, but ...

Xie Dang didn't even have a pause, so she pushed the woman in three or four steps. The woman was staggered by the long skirt under her feet, so she was embarrassed.

Jiang Jiusheng smiled and thanked this ‘Princess Diao Man’!

The woman's complexion was not very good, and her chest was full of spring, and she panicked: "Sorry, thank you teacher, are you okay."

After that, the woman with a disappointed appearance would step forward to appease him.

Xie Dang immediately retreated from the sanshe, gave the woman a cool look, and corrected her: "Called Master Xie."

"..."

Xie Dang is a national first-class musician. Men and women in the circle, regardless of age, call him Xie Teacher, of course, excluding Jiang Jiusheng, Xie's close disciple.

But Master Xie, that was Xie Dang's title.

The woman opened her mouth and was a little overwhelmed.

"Do you have one meter five?" Xie Dang asked suddenly.

The woman's pretty face stiffened for a moment, "... I'm one meter five or seven." It's a little over seven meters when wearing high heels.

I didn't know what the other person meant, and looked up and down while looking at the line of sight.

Women are at a loss,

After looking around, Xie Dang determined: "No more than one meter and five."

"..."

She has a net height of one meter and five or four, but which artist does not lie about a few centimeters! What does Princess Xie want? She just wanted to brush her face with a fever, wasn't it wrong?

"Don't wear this kind of skirt at this height." Xie Dang held his hand and walked past the woman, glancing down. "It looks shorter."

"..."

Can you be so insulting if you are a pet? Can you be so lawless as a public act? All of them are more than one meter, why do you have a gas field of two and eight meters!

The female artist Tie Qing said sorry, and took the bag and left.

Artists who are on the sidelines are commonplace. Xie Dang is a man with a good life, a good family talent, a spoiled tongue and a bad temper, and he can go wild in the world. At the beginning, there were no shortage of reporters in the media. Criticizing evil and promoting good, but can't stand to thank him, don't mix with the support circles of the entertainment circle. The fans are still in the end. The fans are spoiling him for coaxing him, who dares to write a bad sentence, Xie Dangjia The brain powder can hit the news agency.

Besides, Master Xie Tao Liman is in the world. Older seniors in the music world have to look at the Buddha's face instead of the monk's face.

It's no wonder that the one-meter-and-five newcomer wants to rub the heat.

The entertainer's lounge is on the second floor and is not open to the media. Jiang Jiusheng casually found a window vent, bit the smoke, and caught the wind to light the lighter.

The men's cigarettes are choking, strong and exciting. Jiang Jiusheng took a few sips and slowly spit a white smoke, squinting comfortably and comfortably.

There was a faint sound across a corridor, a man and a woman.

Jiang Jiusheng bit his cigarette and looked lazily.

The woman wore a dark blue dress with gradual shades, embroidered stars on the skirt, and closed her waist. She was sideways, exquisite, and very slim.

She raised her hand and gently pulled the cuff of the man's suit: "Don't be angry."

The tone is charming and cautious.

"Release." The man cherishes words like gold, his tone cold.

The woman shook her head: "I don't."

There was a bit of shame in the amorous feelings. The woman pulled the man's suit cuff and shook it back and forth. Her eyes were full of admiration and tenderness, and she looked up and revealed the subtle neck patterns on her neck. It's better to be charming in temperament, like a peony in bloom, gorgeous.

However, the man was a little indifferent and his tone dropped a little: "There will be reporters."

"They don't dare to write anything."

It can be seen that in this entanglement, men are strong and women are weak. Only in this sentence, the woman has some momentum, but the man's attitude is still concise.

"I don't want to tell you any gossip."

"I know." The tone was a bit wrong. The woman still let go of her hand and whispered softly, "Don't be angry, okay? I will listen to you in the future, and I won't make any more assertions."

It should be so emotional that it will retreat so tremblingly.

This woman Jiang Jiusheng recognized that the second lady of the Wen Family in Yuncheng, the woman trained by the banker, could be alone at a young age. The Warner Film and TV under her control had occupied the world of the entertainment circle for only five years in her hands. Wen Er Miss is a very strong temperament, do not want to have such a small woman's appearance.

Thirty-five years old, a single iron lady, what kind of man can pick up this clang rose, and let it bend down to this point.

He could not see the man's face, but Jiang Jiusheng was familiar with his voice. She shook the smoke between her fingers and approached.

The phone rang suddenly.

The man pulled the woman, and then entered the stairs. With a bang, the door fell loudly.

Jiang Jiusheng frowned, stopped, and took out his phone from his handbag.

Mo Bing asked: "Where?"

"Second floor."

"smokes?"

"Ok."

Mo Bing is too lazy to say that she is too addicted to smoking.

Jiang Jiusheng asked Mo Bing: "Are you here yet?"

"Well, it's already at the door."

Jiang Jiusheng was silent again, and Mo Bing was parking there, and heard the whistle of the traffic, and she sank: "Mo Bing."

"Ok?"

"Is Lin Anzhi coming today?" Jiang Jiusheng's tone was faint, with no emotion.

Mo Bing got out of the car, walked into the clubhouse, and entered the gate before returning to Jiang Jiusheng's words: "Well, he followed the crew."

"When will you make it public?"

Mo Bing was surprised that Jiang Jiusheng never intervened between her and Lin Anzhi, as if there was something in the words: "What happened after his movie was released at the end of the year?"

There was a moment of hesitation.

Jiang Jiusheng said: "I heard a voice just now, much like Lin Anzhi."

Mo Bing quickly asked: "Is there a woman?"

Her agent has always been a clever woman, and Jiang Jiusheng also said nothing: "Well, Wen Shuning of Warner Television."

Mo Bing thought without hesitation: "It's not Lin Anzhi."

"So sure?"

As an outsider, Jiang Jiusheng is not sure, women are talented and men are handsome, one charm is still present, another is magnificent, nothing is absolute. Besides, Lin Anzhi jumped to Warner Television for no reason.

There was a moment of silence on the phone.

Mo Bing said: "I knew him in fourteen, and I believe in him more than I believe in myself."

Lin Anzhi was an orphan. He was adopted by Mo Bing's parents when he was fourteen. At the age of sixteen, he first opened his love. Together with Mo Bing, they are each other's first love. It has been fourteen years now.

(End of this chapter)