This kind of thing is not uncommon in the circle, she has encountered a lot of it before, Fang Xingran took this incident and said that there must be something else in it.

"This little actor's name is Meng Kexin, and he turned out to be a model." Fang Xingran found Meng Kexin's photo and handed it to Jiang Yuliang to see.

The girl in the photo has a devilish figure, with curly hair that breaks the waves and makes her charming beyond her years, and her slender thighs are wrapped under a leather skirt, which makes people look bloody.

Xiaoxiao glanced at it, frowned and said, "Sister Fang, why does this Meng Kexin's clothes and style look so familiar." Does Liangliang also have a similar set of photos? ”

Fang Xingran nodded: "I guess this girl's company just wants to package her in a beautiful direction, but this food looks a little ugly." ”

Jiang Yuliang glanced at it and was not interested. The depth of the entertainment industry, whoever gets the capital today will be inexplicably hidden tomorrow. She has seen too many short-lived "stars", and instinctively wants to hide from this kind of manipulated puppet.

"She's here to be an actress?"

"Heh, if I have to worry about the actors? I don't know which nouveau riche is behind it, so I just smashed a third girl for her. ”

This was somewhat unexpected. Jiang Yuliang took over the drama of a domestic first-line director this time, and there are basically no new faces in terms of the production team or the cast. In such a team, a newcomer can be stuffed in, and it seems that the relationship behind it is very hard.

Fang Xingran continued to think in pieces: "This Wang Dao is too, he can't see that this is deliberately aimed at you?" I'm embarrassed to ask you to take her, I'm really ......" She was talking when her phone rang.

Jiang Yuliang was stunned for a while before she reacted, and it was her mobile phone that rang.

Looking at the name displayed on the screen, she almost threw her phone away.

Kiss.

The name has been lying quietly on her phone for more than 1,800 days, although she often takes it out when her thoughts are drowning over her head and she is about to suffocate. But I never dared to think that one day, it would light up again.

Fang Xingran had already sensed that something was wrong, and was staring at her with puzzled eyes, Jiang Yuliang cleared his throat and pressed the call button: "Hey." ”

"It's me." Qin Yin's voice was a little muffled, and it sounded a little distant. Despite this, Jiang Yuliang still had goosebumps around her eardrums, and her slightly hoarse voice had suppressed a low pant in her ears every beautiful murmuring night.

After a short period of distraction, Jiang Yuliang said, "Well, something? ”

The man was silent for a few seconds, and then asked slowly, "After all this time, you still have this number?" ”

Jiang Yuliang was a little confused about what Qin Yin meant, from the moment she saw him, she felt like she was stepping on cotton, everything was not so real.

“…… What's the matter with you, you called me, just to say this? ”

"You left the medicine in the treatment room." Qin Yin replied quickly this time, and his tone returned to his usual indifference, "Anti-inflammatory drugs should be taken continuously, and when I palpated just now, it was already swollen to the touch, and the more it dragged on, the more serious it became." ”

Jiang Yuliang immediately remembered someone's so-called "palpation"—the slightly cold lips and tongue, the burning breath, every corner that had been explored, and her throbbing soft moan......

She jerked her head to the window, trying to ease some of her shame, "I'll ask the assistant to get it." ”

"I have another operation soon, is your new drama filmed at a film and television base in the north of the city?" Qin Yin suddenly asked an unrelated question. However, he didn't seem ready for her to answer.

"The operation will start soon, I'll contact you when it's over."

Jiang Yuliang hung up the phone in a daze, her fingers unconsciously rubbing on the screen.

Fang Xingran saw her small movements clearly, leaned over, and asked, "Who?" What makes you so distraught? ”