Ning Ming is a special signed artist of Shengyu, the only son of the rich second generation, who does not inherit the family business of tens of billions, and has a small white face in the entertainment industry.

The annual endorsement contract of Mei Dan was originally Tang Mincan, but after he changed his contract to Ningming due to the turmoil, he was re-taken back by Tang Mincan.

So he annoyed Ning Ming and took Mei Dan to court, and Mei Dan kicked the ball back to Shengyu and let them solve it themselves.

As for Peacekeeping Technology, although it is only a branch in Zhujiang, it can reach nearly 10 million game endorsements every year, and if you want to get it, you just need to wait for Old Man Mu.

Back then, I learned that Mu Yiwei changed careers in the entertainment industry, but Old Man Mu flew in with a suitcase full of money to invest, but unfortunately she became an agent.

It is conceivable that Mu Yiwei would rather coax Master Ling than pay attention to this old scumbag.

She also counted on an advance of two months' salary and paid Wang Ma's medical expenses, but Gao Jianhao did not let go, it was difficult.

At Tuesday's dinner, he borrowed the face of Liu Qian, deputy director of Pearl River TV, which coincided with the overlap of power in the bureau, so he was stained with the light of the sub-word.

What's more, TV wanted to do an interview with Ningming, that was Sheng Yu's master, Gao Jianhao was a fart to him.

Pushing the door, seeing that the characters on the stage in all rows of the Pearl River were there, Mu Yi was slightly stunned, and then he felt that tonight's game was not simple.

If you really fold your face, I'm afraid that you won't want to mix in this circle in the future, you may bring these elites together, and the forces behind them must not be underestimated, and you will be a little hesitant at the moment.

"Yiwei, come and have a drink with Ningming." Gao Jianhao glanced at the figure by the door and shouted loudly.

She had to push the door open and walk in.

"Mu Yiwei, you are in a bad mood today, don't look for yourself to be bored." Ning Ming shook her legs and didn't wait for her to speak, and snorted coldly.

She took a cup of dazzling color, turned around and sat on his lap, and smiled like a flower: "Even so, Master Ling sent me away first, so as not to spoil your old mood." ”

Ning Ming has a soft spot for Xuancai, and opened his mouth and muttered: "What do you have to do with it, why bother to be uncomfortable for others." ”

Ning Ming can't be called friends with her, but she has heard that she has some means, and she has called Sister Wei a few times for the sake of a beauty. After being sent away by her, the relationship between them was quite harmonious.

Mu Yiwei leaned on his shoulder, picked up a cherry and handed it over: "Min Can is finally my debut, if it weren't for me, I wouldn't have been able to help her leave such a disaster in the world." ”

Ning Ming took the cherry and said coldly: "In this case, if you let her kowtow three times and call her three times, this matter will be over." ”

"Lord, lord, lord-" Mu Yi wrapped his shoulders slightly, his slender fingers wrapped around a soft silk, staring with deep affection, and his cheeks seemed to be a looming wine vortex.

The black shadow flashed, and Mu Yi turned slightly to the side, and the flesh wall was already squatting towards Ning Ming's slender legs.

"Ah, you dead fat pig crushed me." Ningming howled and screamed.

Ningming hadn't fallen yet, but Old Man Mu's soul was gone, and he came over with his buttocks.

Mu Yi flashed slightly, he was pressing on Ning Ming's legs, which was nearly 100 kilograms of fat.

Old man Mu got up with a smile, ignored him, grabbed Mu Yiwei and pressed it on his leg, and opened his mouth: "Weiwei, the new game of peacekeeping still lacks an ancient style endorsement, you come-"

Mu Yiwei pulled the red wine and handed it over, and said cowardly: "Mr. Mu, I don't know how to act, I watched your game, but it is quite in line with Cancan." ”

didn't even mention Tang Zhanya, and it was clear that there was no chance.

Old man Mu just pretended to be confused, rubbed her thighs around, and said aggrievedly: "It's a pity that you are not an actor with such good resources, what can you act, as long as you are willing, I promise to hold you to the sky." ”