There is only one transactional relationship between a rich girl and a male star in the entertainment industry.

- Stocking.

I know it.

Even if the girl is so serious, it is just a different way of saying it.

The slender and good-looking lips of the rhetoric were slightly hooked, and said, "Mr. Yan, is this to support me?" ”

Fu Sang was slightly stunned, and then remembered that his side task was to support the little girl, but it would sound better to be her boyfriend.

Anyway, the little girl will be her husband in the future.

She whispered, "Almost, then you...... Would you like to? ”

The little obedient evil smile is really unbearable.

Hua Ci lowered her eyes and looked at the girl who didn't dare to look up, a dark glint flashed in her eyes, and her bony hand was placed on her waist.

The white and slender fingers pinched the soft flesh on her waist.

Fusang was a little itchy by his pinching, and couldn't help but twist his body and raise a pair of sparkling eyes.

Hua Ci leaned over slightly, her thin lips were close to her red lips, and said, "It turns out that Qu Jiacheng can't satisfy Mr. Yan, so you want to find another man......"

Fu Sang stretched out his hands and pushed away his handsome face, revealing an angry expression, and said, "I'll be angry if you say that again!" ”

"You're already angry." Hua Ci said lightly.

Fu Sang didn't think about it and said: "That's because you always mention Qu Jiacheng's scumbag!" ”

Hua Ci's eyes flashed slightly, and his thin lips outlined a trace of interest, and said, "Mr. Yan is green?" ”

In his previous life, he had vaguely heard that Qu Jiacheng was not with Yan Sang of YC Group, but married Yan Sang's assistant.

This assistant is still the person Yan Sang paid to help him chase stars.

When he heard the news, he only felt ridiculous, what a stupid woman.

It's just that at this time in his previous life, Yan Sang didn't know that his assistant had a leg with Qu Jiacheng.

Could it be that with his rebirth, something changed?

"I'm not green!" Fu Sang couldn't help but pull his handsome face and said, "Don't think nonsense, Qu Jiacheng and I are not what you think!" ”

Hua Ci stared at her with lowered eyes, and said lightly: "How is that?" ”

Fu Sang showed a little tangled expression, and said a little helplessly: "Anyway, I can't tell you clearly." ”

Hua Ci sneered in his heart, suddenly changed his attention, and said, "It's not impossible for Mr. Yan to take care of me." ”

Well? Got a play?

Fusang's eyes widened and he looked at the handsome man on his body.

"Conditions?"

"Thirty million a year, I want to be an artist under Xingrui Entertainment, and I want all the resources that Qu Jiacheng has."

“……”

Fusang didn't expect him to ask for so much as soon as he opened his mouth.

The handsome face of the rhetoric was expressionless, and said lightly: "Can't do it?" ”

"I say yes." Fusang blinked and said, "Are there any other requirements?" ”

Why did she support him, it looked like he was supporting her, and there were all kinds of terms.

Hua Ci lowered her head and leaned close to her face, her warm breath sprayed on her face, and her voice was low and slightly magnetic: "If Lord Jin needs it, it's best to pick the time when I'm not working." ”

Fusang's cheeks flushed for a moment, and his watery eyes glared at him.

"I don'...... need!"

"Huh?" Hua Ci raised his handsome eyebrows, and his delicate face seemed to be evil and wanton.

Fu Sang's eyes dodged, and he whispered: "I want to call you if I have something, and tomorrow I will ask Sister Rou to give you the key to the villa." ”

Hua Ci propped himself up slightly and looked at the girl under him.

"Nothing else, I'll go first."

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Sangsang: If you have something, you have to kiss it.

Rhetoric: A perfunctory kiss.