Qin Changan looked at his watch and it was already past one o'clock in the morning. "I will take Xu Yisheng to see the house in the afternoon, and before that, I will arrange the house."

"This afternoon?"

Wen Liangwen glanced at his phone, was he so anxious?

"Um!"

"Qin Chang'an, I only have two hands, two feet, and one mouth. How could I get it done in one morning?"

"Wen Liangwen!"

"OK!"

Wen Liangwen made a stop action. OK, seeing that he was very pleased to give him a loan of 20 million yuan, he accepted it.

"Oh, brother, it's so late, are you going back to sleep? Why don't you go to my place?"

Wen Liangwen's house is next door, and he also left a room for Qin Changan. This was strongly requested by his father Wen Yongjian. His love for Qin Changan does not have to be as little as his own son.

Especially after Qin Changan's mother Wen Jiaer passed away, he would contact Qin Changan every now and then, fearing that he would not be able to understand the care of his family.

Qin Changan didn't wake up until seven o'clock. Wen Liangwen was already busy in the kitchen and wanted to make a loving breakfast for this cousin.

"Good morning, cousin."

Wen Liangwen brought out two portions of beef soup, two portions of dumplings, and two portions of soy milk.

"You made it yourself?"

I don’t know when Wen Liangwen became so diligent.

"You think I want to!"

Wen Liangwen snorted, drank a few sips of soy milk, and drank loudly, expressing his dissatisfaction.

"I'm going to doubt who is his biological son, but I actually called me at six o'clock. I'm going to suspect that he added a monitor in the room."

Otherwise, my dad would know when Qin Changan came.

I was still having a date with Mr. Zhou, so I came to argue with me and said I wanted to prepare a soup and soy milk.

"Uncle is training you."

Qin Changan took a sip of water and sat down. The dumplings didn't look like they were bought in the supermarket outside.

"Stop looking, my mother came the day before yesterday. I'll pack four or five kilograms of dumplings in the refrigerator, four or five flavors."

"Where is soy milk?"

"It's soaked with grinding powder, right!"

Wen Liangwen took out two jars from the refrigerator, each jar could hold about 500g, and then moved out two same jars.

"Two cans of soybean powder, two cans of black bean powder!"

The Wen family is a big family in K City. Although it is not as wealthy as the Qin family, he was a prominent family before the Qin family was developed.

His family has his own farm and orchard. His family has always been provided by his own farm orchard.

"Auntie knows you're lazy, too!"

It is also grinded into powder and then sent over and soaked directly, which is much more convenient.

"You got it, I just gave you a can. You were too lazy to soak it. As for us, we were just about half a dozen."

"This seems to have a carrot smell. For you!"

Wen Liangwen put a dumpling with some skin on Qin Changan. He didn't like carrot-flavored things, just as Qin Changan didn't like eating pork liver.

Qin Changan looked at the dumpling and felt very disgusted, "Pick it back for me."

"Hey! You still dislike me, I haven't even moved my chopsticks yet."

Looking at his disgusting eyes, it seemed as if he had a Class A infectious disease.

He couldn't beat him with his eyes, so Wen Liangwen had to pick up the carrot-flavored dumplings and eat them himself.

Naturally, I felt "discomfortable"! So I picked up the soy milk in front of him and took a sip. Naturally, Qin Changan did not touch the cup of soy milk again.

"Qin Chang'an, I'll tell you, a man, why do you have all kinds of cleanliness obsessions like a girl's house?"

It's really, he's still stubborn and never surrenders. It's all because of his aunt who pampers his only son, and he's a bad temper.

Wen Liangwen had to make another cup of soy milk for him. Seeing that he was so thin, he couldn't take care of himself, so he didn't make up for it. When his father saw him, he had to talk in his ear countless times, saying that he had not taken good care of him.

Qin Changan drank a sip of soy milk. The taste was still strong, and the black bean smell seemed to be more greasy.

I don’t like Le’erxi and don’t like drinking it. Last time she complained that there was no good drink, and she wanted to vomit pure milk.

This kind of grinding is made into powder after grinding, soaking it directly and can be drunk, which is convenient and does not change the original taste. It is indeed pretty good.

"Liangwen, does my aunt still have any at home? Black beans!"

Wen Liangwen threw the dishes into the dishwasher, "Yes, do you want it, are you addicted to eating?"

I was proud and proud.

"Since you have opened your mouth, I will give you a can. This pure natural one is probably one or two hundred cans."

Qin Changan gave him a blank look and said, "Send it to Le'er."

"Give it to my cousin! It turns out that you still remember your sister who was lonely abroad. I thought you only have Xu Yisheng in your heart."

Wen Liangwen smiled and hooked Qin Changan's shoulders, wanting to ravage his handsome and distinctive hair.

However, before he could touch the hair, he was pulled open by Qin Changan, pulled it away and threw it on the sofa without hesitation.

"Ouch!"

Depend on!

"So cruel, are you my cousin?"

Wen Liangwen shouted at the top of her voice, but she was too cruel and her femur was about to break.

But someone had closed the door and left, and he didn't hear a word.

Damn, I really hurt myself!

Fortunately, the sofa is leather sofa, if it were wooden sofas, I would have to die here.

I just said that my aunt was too doting on him. When I was a child, I was not good at sending him to learn some amateur skills, so I had to send him to learn martial arts.

With his physical fitness and his status, even if he is a sick person, he can be protected well by others. How can he learn it by himself?

This is what I learned to commit sins to myself.

After Qin Changan arrived at the company, he did not go directly to the president's office, but to the office of the general manager of the film and television industry.

Gongsun Li was listening to her subordinates report on the itinerary a few days ago. When she saw Qin Changan coming, she immediately asked the others to go out.

"Cousin! Come here so early, have you eaten?"

He wore a casual jacket, and she called his cousin. If he was wearing a suit and tie, he would call him president.

"have eaten."

Tang Dami brought two cups of tea, and Gongsun Li waved her to retreat too.

"Cousin, this is the new tea I just bought. You can drink it and see how it tastes."

Mr. Qin always likes to drink tea, so the whole family likes to drink tea, and tea has become a hobby.

"I looked at the situation of those who terminated the contract, and there were many capable people. I think the rules of eliminating artists cannot participate in new contracts will be abolished and allowed them to participate. If they perform well, they can sign the contract."

Gongsun Li did not expect that he would talk about work as soon as he came.

"My cousin, the artist signed by A has had six years of opportunity and has not yet moved. I think it means that people have not spent any effort to perform. If they give another six years, they will probably not be able to become a climate."

"But, my cousin spoke, so I naturally listened."

"If these artists sign the contract successfully, you can set some more regulations to restrict them."

I really don’t want to manage the details of the film and television industry. As long as the income is OK, the specific arrangements will be managed by my aunt. This is also a respect for my aunt.

"Okay, cousin, I'll send the message out right away."

After talking about the matter, Qin Changan did not stop for much.

Gongsun Li didn't try to keep him much. He always cherished his time and refused to waste a minute or a second.

"Rice, let's post the news, and the final meeting of the new contract signing on the 14th, the company's termination artists can participate."

"General manager?"

Tang Dami thought he had heard it wrong, so she asked the artists who terminated the contract to attend the final meeting of the new contract. Is this a great gift for them to give them face and opportunities?

Could it be that the president came just now and that’s what happened?

"Is this what the president means?"

Tang Dami asked one more question.

"Of course it's true! But I'm curious, who can make my cousin speak up with such great face."

"Can it be Xu Yisheng?"

Tang Dami speculated that Xu Yisheng was reading information about the film and television industry recently, so she might be talking too much.

"No matter who she is, it won't be so easy to sign a contract anyway."
Chapter completed!