015 A woman who is too smart is easily unhappy
Elder and younger?
An Ruobai was speechless, how old does this woman think she is? If you really want to talk about it, she is only one year older than him.
If you count the previous life, he should be even older than her.
An Ruobai muttered in his heart, but his face was very honest: "Sister Weiliang, Mr. Yin said that I will follow you in the future, and the company will pay my food and accommodation subsidy directly to your bank card." ”
"What do you mean?"
Qiao Weiliang asked and put down the cup, and with his other hand, he had already grabbed his mobile phone to dial Yin Xi's phone, but unfortunately no one answered on the other end.
An Ruobai lay comfortably on the sofa, looked at Qiao Weiliang, and smiled harmlessly: "What Mr. Yin means is that from now on, Sister Weiliang will be my food and clothing parents." ”
“……”
She is not interested in raising such a big baby.
Throwing the mobile phone on the coffee table, Qiao Weiliang sat opposite An Ruobai, with his hands on his chest, as if he was negotiating: "What is the relationship between you and Yin Xi, I have known him for so many years, I have never heard of any half-siblings in him, or ...... He doesn't like women now, likes you like that?"
This is said to be more straightforward, but it is nothing, this circle is like this, if it is not profitable, and it is not related to it, no one will be willing to put so much effort into supporting a person.
What's more, Yin Xi is the kind of person who even has to measure his feelings in money, if An Ruobai said that he had nothing to do with him, Qiao Weiliang really didn't believe it at all.
Qiao Weiliang actually doesn't mind that An Ruobai is a related household through the back door, she just wants to have the most intuitive understanding of the artists under her hands, and she won't panic after some explosive news breaks out.
"If I say that I signed a deed of sale to Mr. Yin, do you believe Sister Weiliang?"
An Ruobai asked with a smile, very calm, no surprise or embarrassment.
Qiao Weiliang cocked Erlang's legs, and his fingers were lightly clasped on his knees.
"You are twenty-five years old this year, the best prime time for an artist has passed, even if you don't look old, but people's physical potential is limited after all, you can still be a high-quality idol for fifteen years at most, and after fifteen years, passing away will become your most significant synonym. For the rest of the time, does Yin Xi want to provide you up for your old age?"
These words can only be established on the premise that he can become popular.
A shrewd person like Yin Xi would not make such an investment for something that has not yet happened, unless An Ruobai can offer conditions that are more attractive to him.
However, in Qiao Weiliang's view, An Ruobai does not have any advantage except for being more familiar than artists who have just entered the industry.
"Slightly cool. An Ruobai chuckled and called her name again, and his tone suddenly became a little more vicissitudes, as if he was not a twenty-five-year-old man, but an old man who was about to die.
Then he said, "A woman who is too smart is easily unhappy." ”
A woman who is too smart is easily unhappy?
Qiao Wei Liang blinked and smiled like a flower: "Instead of self-righteous happiness because of ignorance, I prefer to see through the misfortune, at least I know what I will face." ”
After speaking, Qiao Weiliang stood up.
She is no better than Yin Xi, Yin Xi praises people to see the money, she praises people, half of the money, half of the people's hearts.
Since An Ruobai refused to confess to her, she didn't need to pay for him.
"I can try to take you this month, but you'll have to change your clothes first. ”