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Chapter 487 I want to give Sister Nian eye drops at Wei Ling’s place

But when she had this idea before, she thought about making a debut. After understanding the situation in the entertainment industry, she also thought about signing a contract with a company...

Among them, Huading Media is one of her top priorities.

"Yes, Huading Media is one of the largest media companies in China. But that's not what I want to tell you. When you look at a company, don't look at its size, but its background!"

Wei Ling picked up the tea cup and told her calmly: "Huading Media is the holding company of Beijing TV Station. I don't need to tell you more about Beijing TV Station's status in domestic media, right? Wen Ruxia is Wen Ziyu's aunt. Got it?

Yet?"

Qiao Ai raised his head suddenly and suddenly understood why Fu Ge was holding Wen Ziyu in his arms. He had such a deep background.

She couldn't help being pleasantly surprised. She didn't expect such a person to exist around her. She nodded hurriedly: "Auntie, I understand. I will get along well with him."

After saying that, she immediately remembered what Wen Ziyu said at the dinner table today, and she felt as if someone had poured a bucket of ice water over her head.

It's so cold that it's heart-breakingly cold!

She remembered that Wen Ziyu said that he fell in love with Qiao Nian at first sight, and also said that Qiao Nian got perfect marks in the joint entrance examination and was guaranteed to enter Tsinghua University...

Qiao Ai felt as if someone had strangled her neck. The surprise turned into fright. Her face turned pale and her eyes began to flicker.

She thought again of the phone call her father made to her three hours ago, and raised her eyes to look at Wei Ling, who was sitting there, drinking tea elegantly.

Qiao Ai's expression changed, he thought for a moment, clenched his palms, and suddenly said: "Auntie, my dad just called me and mentioned something while chatting..."

Wei Ling put down her tea cup, looked at her leisurely, and said calmly, "What's the matter?"

After spending a month with her, Qiao Ai probably figured out her temper. He didn't beat around the bush and immediately told what he knew.

Of course, she was not Qiao Weimin, and she was not so kind as to help a relative who was just around the corner from their family, let alone that Chen Yuan had a good relationship with Qiao Nian.

She said all this just to give Qiao Nian eye drops in front of Wei Ling.

"That Chen Yuan is unlearned and unskilled day by day. He dropped out of school and became a gangster in the society. He must have relapsed into his old habits this time. He caused trouble and went to the police station. But his mother found my father and complained that her son was wrongly accused.

, not that kind of person. My dad didn’t believe what she said and didn’t intervene, but his mother knows Qiao Nian and has a good relationship with Qiao Nian, so I don’t know if Qiao Nian will care..."

As soon as Wei Ling heard Wei Qi's name, and then heard that Chen Yuan was caught carrying contraband and said he was unjustly accused, her eyebrows skipped a beat.

Before Qiao Ai could finish speaking, she placed the tea cup heavily on the table: "You mean Flying Leaves?"

She didn't care about what Qiao Na mentioned, those people seemed to be floating and insignificant in her eyes. What she cared about was that Wei Qi actually touched illegal drugs. If he took too much of that stuff, he wouldn't be able to quit, and it would harm the body.

She was not in the mood to drink tea, so she found her cell phone and quickly called her dissatisfied brother.

"Dudu..." No one answered.

Wei Ling stood up and walked away, her brows furrowed into knots. Why didn't she answer the phone?

A flash of anger flashed in her eyes, and she held back and hit Wei Qi again...

*

Outside a high-end club in the city, a man who had been partying all night had just finished playing the second stall. He had drunk a lot of wine and was smelling of alcohol. He was staggering and unsteady on his feet.

He was surrounded by a group of losers who were touting his billiards skills in the club.


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