"Date? Who are you dating? Where are you doing?"

Jiang Handong didn't hear her answer, so he took his cell phone away from his ear and saw that Zhong Qiuyao had already hung up the phone.

"Depend on!"

A catchphrase blurted out.

Wen Linyan raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "You and Zhong Qiuyao look very familiar?"

Jiang Handong said: "Tell me the truth to you, I like her."

A hint of surprise appeared in Wen Linyan's black eyes.

Lin Sheng hadn't seen Zhong Qiuyao yet, and asked curiously: "Who? Are you beautiful?"

Jiang Handongdao: "Song Qianti's best friend, how can the woman I like not be beautiful?"

But when he thought that Zhong Qiuyao said she was dating on the phone just now, he became a little embarrassed.

Does she have a boyfriend?

After all, he is fond of a married woman!

Finally, he thought in a blink of an eye that when Lin Yan was with Song Qianti, Song Qianti had a fiancé.

As long as you swing the hoe well, you can't dig it up without any corners.

Lin Sheng asked: "What are you doing?"

Jiang Handong replied with a smile: "Qian Niya's vice president."

"Oh, okay." Lin Sheng was surprised.

He had met Song Qianti, who was only twenty-five or six years old, and her best friend should be about the same age as hers.

He is the vice president at a young age, which is very good.

"Of course." Jiang Hankang.

Lin Sheng joked: "The gap between their best friends is a bit big. One is Qian Niya's vice president and the other is an unemployed vagrant. No one will believe it if they say it."

Jiang Handong was afraid of making Wen Linyan unhappy and did not respond.

Wen Linyan swept towards Lin Sheng with a faint expression: "She is just a low-key one."

Hearing his words, Jiang Handong suddenly looked at him, while Lin Sheng was stunned.

Lin Sheng asked: "Didn't she tell the truth last time?"

Wen Lin said: "She is a freelancer, not a jobless person."

Lin Sheng asked curiously: "What does she do?"

Wen Linyan took out the cigarette box from his pocket, and his fingers habitually flicked it, shaking out a cigarette from it: "Screenwriter."

Lin Sheng was surprised: "Screenwriter?"

Wen Linyan said "yes", searching for the lighter in his pocket, but couldn't find it.

He took the lighter that Jiang Handong was playing with, pressed his thumb, lit the cigarette, took it, and took it off from his mouth with both fingers, adding: "The genius screenwriter."

"Fuck!" Jiang Handong looked shocked.

Not to mention it was him, even Lin Sheng was a little unbelievable.

Jiang Handong never thought that he had once suspected that the person who had a financial backer was the most famous screenwriter in the circle.

Song Qianti...Song Qianqian...

Why didn't he expect it?

In the entertainment industry, the genius screenwriter Song Qianqian is very talented, and there is no script she wrote that is not popular.

Of course, there are also actors who have poor acting skills and ruined the script, but this has nothing to do with her.

He looked at Wen Linyan, thinking about the previous slandering Song Qianti in front of him, and said with a serious look: "Brother, I will take back what I said before and apologize to you solemnly here."

They are good brothers for many years. Even if Wen Linyan doesn't like what he said before, it's impossible for him to have a quarrel with him because of this.

Wen Linyan said lightly: "I accept your apology."

Jiang Handong sighed: "I really underestimate her."

It’s also his fault that he didn’t see that Song Qianti was so capable.
Chapter completed!