During a rare vacation where she could also spend freely, Wen Qiao’s mood today was absolutely wonderful.
But in life, undesirable events always co unexpectedly.
Beside her, Jiang Yao was telling her that after completing this drama series, her fa and resources would increase, and scripts would certainly be sent her way. If by then no good scripts appeared, they would have her take a break, opting to lack rather than have too much.
After all, once an actor’s reputation and image beca fixed, it was hard to change, and she preferred Wen Qiao to have a period of hiatus rather than having her maintain exposure by acting in so bad movies.
"However, if so variety show scripts co along, we can still consider it," Jiang Yao said, keeping an eye on the road ahead while discussing Wen Qiao’s arrangents. "There are many variety shows with strong montum nowadays, especially reality shows which readily reveal a person’s strengths and weaknesses. As long as the performance is good, there’s no worry about lacking popularity and exposure."
"Whatever you arrange."
For work, Wen Qiao mostly followed Jiang Yao’s arrangents unless she was particularly interested in a script or sothing similar and had her own thoughts.
"Tsk." Jiang Yao furrowed her brows, glancing at the car ahead, "Is that car sick or sothing? Why does it keep cutting off?"
Wen Qiao looked over and furrowed her brows too.
The car ahead was on the lane next to theirs, maintaining a moderate distance, but whenever Jiang Yao tried to accelerate, it would turn on its signal light and rge into their lane.
"If his car wasn’t so expensive and I couldn’t afford the damage, I’d floor the accelerator and crash into him to teach him a lesson about the ruthlessness of the road and the blindness of the vehicles!"
Wen Qiao raised an eyebrow and lifted her hand, "If you want to crash, it’s not impossible."
What annoyed her the most were those who drove recklessly as if they were in an amusent park bumper car.
Jiang Yao: "Huh?"
Wen Qiao explained, "If it gets damaged, Fu Jinghen will pay."
Jiang Yao twitched her lips, "When it cos to spending President Fu’s money, you’re really straightforward."
"Why should I hesitate? He earns money for to spend. If I don’t spend it, what if another woman helps him spend it?"
As Wen Qiao spoke, she took out her phone and opened her chat with Fu Jinghen, sending him a ssage.
[Qiaoqiao’s not full: Dear President Fu~ have you landed yet? Cute.jpg.]
She said what she said but still felt it was necessary to give a heads-up.
[Fu Jinghen: Speak directly if you have sothing.]
...
That response was sowhat cold and heartless.
[Qiaoqiao’s not full: If I accidentally crash into a luxury car, would you pay for the damages? Pitiful.jpg.]
The next second, Fu Jinghen’s phone call ca through.
Wen Qiao answered, "Fu—"
"Did you crash?"
"Not yet," Wen Qiao’s tone unconsciously carried a hint of grievance, as if she was a child bullied outside coming ho to complain, "A car in front has been continuously cutting off our car, it’s so frustrating! I want to teach him a lesson."
Fu Jinghen clicked his tongue, "I also want to teach you a lesson."
She really ca up with that idea, going as far as crashing into another car.
That wasn’t just joking with her life.
At that mont, Fu Jinghen had just gotten into the car from the Lindcheng Branch reserved for his pickup; the deputy head of the branch handed over a docunt from the front passenger seat. Seeing that Fu Jinghen was still on the phone, Feng Li raised his hand, gesturing, "Give it to ."
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