Chapter 2775： Delusional Master: Brother, let's talk?

Chapter 2775 Wrong Lord: Brother, let's talk?

Qiao Nian took out his mobile phone and leaned there to edit the message, looked up for a moment, and said to him, "I told her."

"Thank you." Jiang Li knew that if he paid for it, Director Li might be forced to accept his kindness, but he was somewhat uncomfortable.

If Yuan Yongqin invests in the film, the nature will be different. Not only Director Li, but the entire crew will be happy for this.

The more Jiang Li looked, the more he wondered why she was so good, and just wanted to raise his hand and touch her face.

The girl half-squinted her eyes and glanced at him, turned the peaked cap on her head to the back, stretched her legs and pushed the chair back, pulling away from him, looking at him with dry eyebrows: "What?"

Jiang Li's hand that was about to move was instantly killed by the eyes of the boss, and he changed the topic in seconds: "Why hasn't the wrong master come yet."

Qiao Nian happened to see someone sent her a WeChat message, and at first glance it was the news of Ye Wangchuan. While playing with his mobile phone, he lowered his eyes and said to him, "He encounters something down below, come up immediately."

"Oh." Jiang Li didn't want to see a pig who stole their precious cabbage under his nose, so he just asked casually.

Qiao Nian didn't see the change in his small expression, and was looking at the brief WeChat message Ye Wuchuan sent her;

*

Garage under the hotel.

The noble and arrogant man was sitting in the car on the phone, his voice was low and charming: "When are you coming over? Huh?"

"Right now." It was Moxie's voice.

He raised his eyes and looked at the people who were not far away from the outside, the corners of his lips were sharply hooked, but the speed of his words was light: "Hurry up, don't let the mouse run away."

Moxie smiled and said immediately: "Ten minutes."

Ye Wuchuan glanced at the time on his watch, then looked at the people who were about to leave, he decisively opened the car door and got out of the car, his long legs briskly stopped in front of a few people, the corner of his mouth was smiling, but his eyes were extremely cold: "Brother , let's chat?"

A few people in the garage really didn't expect an oriental man to suddenly appear, and he opened his mouth to chat with them.

The person headed by    looked vigilantly at the person blocking the road, and his voice was harsh and unpleasant: "Go away, don't **** block the road!"

"Hey." Ye Wuchuan was let go for the first time, the end of his eyes rose slightly, and the corner of his mouth smiled even more, but he didn't mean to let go.

The man was busy collecting money and doing errands. He didn't want to waste time with him at all. He scolded him and stepped forward to beat him: "I told you to get out of the way..."

The voice of    just fell.

His wrist bone was grabbed by someone, and he buckled back easily. The man in pain yelled for help.

Someone behind him reacted and rushed over with an angry fist.

I saw Ye Wuchuan clasping the man's wrist with one hand, kicking the man who was rushing forward with a neat round kick.

He stood still, still looking at the people who were obviously afraid and defensive, or the lazy and casual tone just now: "Let's talk?"

*

On the other side, Beijing City.

Su Qing has absolutely no intention of taking care of the artist's magazine shoot. Her mobile phone has not stopped since the first call from Mu Yiyi's female assistant until now.

The phone keeps coming in.

Every phone call is bad news for her.

She just communicated with Weibo about Mu Yiyi's account, and the other side was vague, only saying to help her check and not give accurate words.

She hadn't finished dealing with the Weibo account, and Director Li over there contacted her again.

(end of this chapter)