"Huh." Jiang Yefan laughed twice, as if he had heard the best joke in the world: "Miss Liu Bingqing, I will only tell you once." If I had just offered an endorsement and you agreed, your salary would be higher than that of an A-list actor. You have to know my worth, you have been on my back for half an hour, and you have accidentally hurt me. ”

Jiang Yefan stretched out his finger and pointed to his back: "If you have to settle the account." Okay, I'll let my lawyer interview you, my budget, maybe plus your endorsement pay, you have to pay hundreds of thousands. But not necessarily, maybe hundreds of thousands. Who knows, when the lawyer meets you, it will definitely be clear. ”

Liu Bingqing was speechless by what Jiang Yefan said. How could she be stupid enough to bargain with him, he, all the extremely vicious adjectives she used up in him, the words are exhausted.

Jiang Yefan roughly flipped through the contract and handed the other one to Bingqing, who pushed it away with one hand: "I don't want it." "A dozen thick pages, none of which are beneficial to her, what does she want this contract for, is it troublesome to watch?

"You'd better keep a copy, or I've gone too far in something, how do you know—you don't know, how can you sue me?" Jiang Yefan's handsome lips curled slightly, and the arrogance was overflowing.

There seemed to be some truth in what she said, and Bingqing angrily pulled the contract on the table and stuffed it into her bag indiscriminately.

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In the café, Liu Bingqing found a place to sit next to the window, and she put her bag next to the seat. I clicked on the phone screen, two o'clock in the afternoon. She made an appointment to meet Wang Zize, and when she called, he was interviewing an old grandmother, roughly about the issue of her son and daughter not providing for the elderly.

She didn't have time to ask more, she just said that she could wait for his interview to end. Wang Zize was a little unbearable, saying that there were many people he interviewed today, and there might be some disputes and extend the interview time. Bingqing smiled slightly, you can wait, she pushed away all the matters today, just to see him.

Stretched out his hand to take the coffee offered by the waiter, Bingqing didn't put sugar, stirred the coffee in his hand, but his mind drifted out of the clouds.

Yesterday, Jiang Yefan really scared her very badly.

Later, when he shouted grievances to Feiyi to win the same enemy, Feiyi said lightly, he won't throw you down.

Why? How do you know? Bingqing is incredible.

Then Feiyi explained: The reason why Jiang Yefan wants you to be an endorsement is Wang Zize's will. He wants to help you, and Jiang Yefan has been his friend for many years, so naturally he won't disagree.

Maybe Jiang Yefan saw that you were too strong, and deliberately wanted to fix you. If he really throws you out of the way, even if he has the power of the world, he cares about the feelings of his good buddies.

Because of Feiyi's words, Bingqing couldn't sleep all night after tossing and turning last night. Isn't she obviously being tricked by Jiang Yefan? also stupidly signed a contract without any public morality.

She came to Wang Zize today to implore him to let Jiang Yefan cancel the contract.

If she could, she would never want to see Jiang Yefan again in this life, in the next life, and forever.

Liu Bingqing held her chin slightly, her misty eyes looked at the fiery sunset outside the window, Wang Zize's interview should be over.

He called the waiter again, ordered a glass of juice, and casually finished the juice, and the bustling streets, the yellowish street lamps lit up.

On the asphalt road, the gray-haired grandmother pedaled on a tricycle, shouting, "Come and buy steamed buns." Workers after work rode trams, and elderly middle-aged people pedaled bicycles, passing by the grandmother in twos and threes.

There was a young man in a casual gray coat and black sweatpants. With a camera in his hand, he ran in the twilight: "Grandma, someone in the back wants your steamed buns." The young man caught up with his grandmother's tricycle and said with a smile.

The uncle who bought steamed buns in the back thanked the young man again and again.

The young man turned, and his running steps became more brisk, and his face was full of youth.

"A boy running in the twilight." Liu Bingqing tilted her head to admire the ordinary world outside the window. Once upon a time, she also ran behind Chu Yuhang, brother, I have pocket money, let me buy steamed buns. The man who sells steamed buns is always there, and the boy who is running in the twilight is gone.