My Wife is Obviously a Queen but She is too Virtuous

Liu Feng's words have no head and no tail, but Yang Jiaxin knows what it means. She sneered and nodded:

"Feng Zheng owes so many gambling debts, and his family no longer cares about him. What can he do without talking to our company?"

Liu Feng nodded and said in a strange way: "I heard that there is a costume drama that wants to find Lin Yao. The producer has given a high salary. If it is true, then Feng Zheng should not have the money to pay the gambling debt. what?"

Yang Jiaxin shook his head: "The specifics are still unclear, but Mr. Chen just told me about Feng Zhengruan."

"Is it because Lin Yao is unwilling to take this play?" Liu Feng guessed.

"It can only be for this reason." Yang Jiaxin felt a little unbelievable and sneered:

"It's really stupid. If she accepts this movie, she will not only earn a high salary, but also increase her popularity by another level. It will also help her waste boss pay off her gambling debts, and will not be forced to sell the company. "

Liu Feng also felt incredible, shook his head and said:

"If Lin Yao is unwilling to take the show, then why doesn't her agent persuade her? Such a good thing of fame and fortune can be so missed?

If Tianhai Company is really acquired by Shen Xin, will Lin Yao and you become artists in the same company, will it be a threat to you?"

Yang Jiaxin looked at him amused: "What do you think?"

Liu Feng's expression was stagnant, and he suddenly said: "I really value Lin Yao too much. If she really goes to Shenxin Company, I am afraid that she will not even be in the top five, let alone grab resources with you, and even in the future. There has been a resource conflict, President Chen must be on your side."

Hearing the last sentence, Yang Jiaxin glanced at Liu Feng suddenly.

"Sorry, I talked too much."

Liu Feng quickly bowed his head to apologize.

The vice president of Shenxin Company is called Chen Qiao. When Yang Jiaxin signed with Shenxin Company as a bar singer, no one cares about it. Chen Qiao made her popular.

And between this President Chen and Yang Jiaxin...

Even the agent Liu Feng is not very clear about this matter, but knows that this is Yang Jiaxin's taboo and cannot be mentioned casually.

"I wanted to play with that little girl again, but I didn't expect that we would become sisters in the same family soon. I will definitely take care of her by then, giggle..."

Yang Jiaxin smiled happily. She caught a glimpse of Xiao Ye, who was fidgeting aside, and hooked her finger at him.

"Come here, press my foot."

Xiao Ye was stunned, but did not move.

"Didn't you hear it? Hurry up!"

Yang Jiaxin's charming but turbid peachy eyes stared, and shouted at Xiao Ye impatiently.

"it is good......"

Xiao Ye stood up stiffly, walked to the sofa, Yang Jiaxin lay down with squinted eyes, and pointed to her ankle;

"Press well, you can leave work only if I feel comfortable."

Xiao Ye stretched out his hand silently and pressed it to Yang Jiaxin's ankle.

But his face is full of humiliation.

My job is just an assistant, not a slave. Why should I serve you like this?!

And...this foot is too smelly, right?

"Wait, what's your hand? Go and wash it before you come."

Yang Jiaxin suddenly pointed to Xiao Ye's left hand and said disgustedly.

Xiao Ye raised his hand and looked at the phone number of Sister Fenfang. He shook his head subconsciously:

"No need to wash, this one is not dirty."

Yang Jiaxin probably didn't expect this little assistant who had always been obedient to talk back, and said coldly:

"I want you to wash your hands!"

Xiao Ye insisted: "This is really not dirty, Sister Yang, or don't press it, you should rest early."

"When is it your turn to command me?" Yang Jiaxin sat up, pointing to the door and said:

"roll!"

Xiao Ye looked at this cold and distorted face, turned and walked out of the villa, and quickly walked out of the community.

Walking out of the gate, he kicked the flower platform next to him severely, and his sore face turned blue, but he did not call out.

Raising his left hand, he silently looked at the phone number on his palm. After a long time, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Thank you......"

...

"Sister Yan, Sister Yao, I'm home."

In an apartment building outside the Fourth Ring Road, Fangfang, who had just returned home, sent a message to Lin Yao and Mo Yan in the WeChat group of the three.

Fangfang lives in an apartment arranged by Tianhai Company for its employees. It has two bedrooms and one living room. The conditions are good, but it is remote and far away from the company's location.

Even so, only the middle level of the company is eligible to live. Fangfang lived in the low-rent housing area of ​​Xiao Ye when he first came to Tianhai Company. After becoming Lin Yao’s assistant, Lin Yao asked Mo Yan to help. She applied for this apartment.

Although the company agreed, but at Fangfang's level, she could not move in for free and had to pay part of the rent by herself. Later, Lin Yao quietly paid for her rent.

Fangfang didn't know this at first. Later, when she went to work in the finance department, she accidentally heard a colleague from the finance department talk about it. Only then did she know that it was Sister Yao who paid the rent for her.

At this moment, Fangfang was lying on the fabric sofa in the living room. Although this sofa was not of high grade, she liked it very much, lying very soft.

Every time Fangfang gets off work, she likes to fall on the sofa in a high diving position, her face buried in the soft cloth, her buttocks pouted high, like a tired ostrich.

She often thinks, when there is money to buy a house in the future, the house does not need to be too big, but there must be a sofa that is as soft as that. Then she will lie on the sofa with her husband, and what she wants to do, if her husband happens to be very young. So handsome again...

Wow!

Jingle Bell.

The ringtone of the WeChat video call rang, interrupting the fat girl's reverie. She lifted her head from the sofa and picked up her mobile phone.

Sister Yao called.

Fangfang knew that this was Lin Yao worrying about herself, afraid that she could not think about it because she was broken in love, and running around, so she called the video to confirm whether she was really in the apartment.

The video was connected and Fangfang directly turned the phone lens towards the surroundings.

"Sister Yao, see, I'm really in the apartment."

"That's good, you haven't sent us home news for so long, I thought you..."

On the phone screen, Lin Yao's soft face showed a finally relieved expression.

"Oh, Sister Yao, I am not a kid. If I let others know, I will definitely call me. My assistant will make you worry."

Fangfang was moved a little, and suddenly said, "Sister Yao."

"Ok?"

"If I were a man, I would chase you, you are so kind."

"Bad girl, nonsense, there are many good men in the world, you must meet them, don't think about it."

Lin Yao comforted Fangfang, and the two said goodnight to each other.

Then, Mo Yan called and asked, probably the same as Lin Yao thought, fearing that Fangfang wouldn't want to run out.

"Thank you Sister Yan, I'm fine, don't worry, you said that the three of us will get married and have children together in the future."

Fangfang smiled and said to Mo Yan.

"What kind of baby?" Mo Yan's face became cold, as if he was a little bit resistant to giving birth.

Fangfang thought of something, and suddenly asked, "Sister Yan, Yun Zhen Tianyuan, do you know?"

"I know, Chen Zhou, Rong Wei and other big-name artists live there. What do you ask this for?" Mo Yan replied.

Yun Zhen Tianyuan is the villa area where Xiao Ye's boss lives.

"I have a friend's boss who also lives there. I am curious to ask, Sister Yan, how many female artists live in Yun Zhen Tianyuan?"

Fangfang asked again.

"There are indeed many artists living there, but for women, there is only one..."

Mo Yan paused, then said: "Yang Jiaxin."