"I... I didn't know you were drunk, didn't you give it voluntarily? You've always loved Jiaojiao's sister, you ......."

"Mom, don't pretend, you take me with one hand, I can't get drunk with you, you know very well."

Sang Qingran directly interrupted her quibble, revealing a little embarrassment in his expression, he didn't expect his mother to behave like this.

He thought it was a dream after he got drunk that day, until he saw the news on the Internet, and... Zero shares in your own name.

"I... That's your own signature, I asked you, are you willing, Jiaojiao and we are a family, who is the share to be given or not, are you right?"

Mrs. Sang explained anxiously.

"Let Sang Jiao return it as soon as possible." Sang Qingran looked at his mother coldly, and his tone revealed a little impatience.

"How can this be returned, Jiaojiao is already working in the company!" Mrs. Sangmu looked away weakly.

"She unites you?" Sang Qingran squinted, his scrutinizing gaze fell on his mother's face, his brows furrowed slightly, and his opinion of Sang Jiao changed a lot.

She was bold enough to do this with her mother.

"No, it's my own thoughts, anyway, Qingran, don't ask her to return it, she won't return it to you, not to mention that you signed the handprint, and you pressed the handprint."

Mrs. Sang was afraid that her third son would ruin Sang Jiao's career at this juncture.

Sang Qingran smiled when he heard this, "Mom, you are really surprising, if it weren't for the paternity test, I would have thought that Sang Jiao was your child."

"Qingran! How can you talk like that, don't think I don't know that you don't treat Jiaojiao as a sister in your heart at all! You shouted Sancho's name last night when you were drunk."

Mrs. Sang was angry at the mention of this, and she couldn't understand why one or two of them cared so much about Sancho.

Hearing this, Sang Qingran's back stiffened a little, and his fingertips moved, "I didn't."

"You can not admit it, but there is no way to deceive yourself that it does not exist." Mrs. San was even more annoyed, and they still used Sancho's name to get him to sign.

"Whatever you say, the shares are given to Sang Jiao, you better pray that she treats you as a mother as you trust."

Sang Qingran dropped these words, and immediately left the gate directly, his steps were quite evasive, and he would soon forcibly remove the name Sancho from his mind.

As for Sang Jiao, if she thought she was just a simple little girl before, then now, this view has been directly overturned.

But if Sangjiao is simple, it is impossible to instigate his mother to get drunk and transfer the shares to himself.

Mrs. Sang looked at her son's back as he walked away, and did not take his words to heart.

Jiaojiao must also care about her as a mother, there is no doubt about it! ——

"Sister Qiao, according to Li Qingyan's agent, Li Qingyan called and said that Li Qingyan fell off the set and was covered in blood, and that Weiya's rope suddenly broke for some reason."

Hearing this, Sancho stopped what he was doing and frowned slightly, "Which hospital is Li Qingyan in now?"

"Third Hospital."

"Well, I'll go take a look." Sancho stood up, grabbed his phone and went straight out the door.

When she arrived at the Third Hospital, there were already several people around the door of the ward, and Li Qingyan was receiving treatment inside.

"Sister Qiao, I'm really sorry, I hurt your artist, I may have wanted it at that time, I obviously asked the people below to check it carefully, and I confirmed that there was no problem before I got on it, I don't know what happened and it was disconnected after hanging it."

"Has anyone ever tampered with?" Sancho remembered that he had posted something similar to his life.

"I've let the other staff monitor it, but it shouldn't be possible, because Qingyan is very well-behaved, and he is almost always good with the whole crew, and others have no reason to harm him."

The director couldn't help but be vigilant when he said this, maybe someone really did it?

After all, these days, I know people, I don't know my face, I don't know my heart.

The director's face couldn't help but become serious, "Anyway, I will definitely give this matter."

You give an explanation."

"Hmm."

Li Qingyan was quickly transferred to the general ward, his leg was broken, and there were some flesh injuries elsewhere, and he had to recuperate in bed for at least three months.

Hearing this, the director's expression was also a little complicated for a while, doesn't this mean that they have to change the male lead?

"Doctor, I still have to film, I can't lie in bed for that long, is there any way I can get off the ground the next day?"

Li Qingyan was even more anxious, this was his first drama script, and he was unwilling to give up like this.

"Young man, this is impossible, cultivate well." The doctor's words undoubtedly made Li Qingyan suffer a lot.

"Sister Qiao, I'm ......"

"Lie down and rest, there will be a script later, but the legs are not well maintained, it is a lifetime thing." Sancho patted him on the shoulder soothingly.

"That's right, Qingyan, you have a good rest, let's work together in the future, I will still settle the cost of your scenes for a few days, and I will also give you an explanation for this matter."

The director sighed, although he felt pity in his heart, but he couldn't help it.

You can't let people shoot in wheelchairs, right?

"My body's recovery ability is very good, give me a week, I can go to the ground......" Li Qingyan struggled to move, trying to fight for a chance for himself.

Pressed down on his shoulders by a pair of slender hands, Sancho looked down at him, "Don't rush it."

"Yes, Qingyan, don't mess around, take a good rest." The director also followed suit.

"Sister Qiao, can't I really shoot?" Li Qingyan's eyes were slightly red, and he was unwilling to blow the opportunity he had won so hard.

Sancho didn't answer the question again, she moved her lips, "I'll have someone write you a song, and when you get out of the hospital, you can record it at home."

"Okay." Li Qingyan lowered his eyes, he knew that this was the only way.

"Qingyan, then you have a good rest, I'll go back to the set to check the specific situation first."

"Okay."

After the director left, Sancho sat in the ward for a while, and waited until the nurse and Li Qingyan's parents came quickly and chatted about the details before leaving the ward.

She had just pressed the elevator when the doors opened, and there was already a person standing inside.

Su Nuanxing also saw Sancho, and unconsciously clenched the report sheet in his hand and stepped back.

Sancho didn't say much, and stood up and pressed the first floor.

Seeing that the elevator was about to descend to the first floor, Su Nuanxing couldn't help but reach out and hold Sancho's arm, and said weakly: "Cousin."

Sancho glanced back at her, his expression faint, as if to ask again: What is the matter?

Su Nuanxing recalled the unpleasant experience between the two of them before, and let go of his hand again, "No, I just want to call you."

"Hmm." Sancho withdrew his gaze and walked away without hesitation.

Su Nuanxing clutched the report sheet in her hand tightly, and wanted to cry helplessly, why didn't her cousin ask her what's wrong? Maybe she asked, and she would say it herself.