"There are still many things that are not reported in the news. Sometimes when I hand in the work, he will call his wife whenever he has time. That smile is not like him normally. If you don't know, you think it's a long-distance relationship.
And." Xu Jinyi was very envious.
"He is a big boss who is busy with a lot of things. Do you still have time to read your works?" Jinxia was surprised.
"He asked for it himself, and he would give it to him for review every five chapters. Not only did he pay much attention to this project, I found that he also liked reading comics."
"That's really a different big president." Xu Jinxia trotted all the way and turned her eyes to look at her sister.
"I'm not exaggerating at all! His spoiled his wife definitely exceeded your imagination." The sister also ran away, "It's so outrageous, and the words I said are like a couple in love, really tired of being tired of.
, those who don’t know thought there was a woman outside.”
The two sisters ran downstairs and chatted. Jin Yi had a very good impression of Jingting, and talked to her sister about this man.
But when he was not chatting, Xu Jin always remembered what Zhang Linmo said last night from time to time... He was his sister's first love.
Jinyi was keeping such a big secret, and when facing her sister, she was under a lot of pressure. In this situation, she didn't know how to speak.
As for Jinxia, when she remembered what Mingyu said on the phone last night, she would be distracted... That kind of concept of marriage cannot be understood by her parents.
When she thinks of getting married, she feels very tired.
At this time, Jingting took the elevator upstairs, which were two elevators and two households. Needless to ask, you know that the Xu sisters also lived on the tenth floor.
This Zhang Linmo is really a little trick!
The door was ringing and it took half a minute before the door slowly opened.
When Zhang Linmo, who was sleepy and sensual, woke up immediately when he saw his brother!
Jingting looked at him and took a step directly in. Zhang Linmo came back to his senses and quickly turned to give way. Jingting walked in and felt like he was visiting a humble house.
He held the file bag in his hand and looked around slowly with a serious expression. Logically, Lin Mo was not used to living.
The room is small and full of furniture, which is very depressing.
But now... he actually lives here! The houses he rented for him in the past are bigger than here!
Zhang Linmo was like a child who met an elder. He closed the door and stood obediently behind his brother, without saying a word or making trouble.
I don't ask how my brother found this place.
After looking around, Jingting turned around and fell on Zhang Linmo's face, without saying anything, and handed the file bag in his hand to him.
"What is this?" Zhang Linmo lowered his eyes and looked at it, very puzzled.
Jingting didn't answer him, his eyes still fell on his face and asked, "Do you feel comfortable living here?" This sentence is not sarcasm, but concern.
Zhang Linmo swallowed, scratched his head a little embarrassedly, and reached out to take the document bag handed in front of him, "It's okay, it's pretty good. It's mainly close to the set, and I'm not used to staying in a hotel."
What the hell is this? Jingting saw through it at a glance.
But as his brother, he did not expose it. He nodded at him and then said to him, "If you have anything you need help, you can tell me."
Zhang Linmo looked at him intently and looked at the file bag containing thick information in his hand. He didn't know what it was, but it seemed very important. He bothered his brother to deliver it in person early in the morning.
Jingting withdrew his gaze, turned around and walked towards the door, without staying here for a long time, and did not even sit for a while and drink a glass of water.
Zhang Linmo just woke up and his reaction was always half a beat slower, and he did not entertain him.
Before leaving, Jingting closed the door.
Zhang Linmo looked back at the closed door, then looked at the thick file bag in his hand. He sat down on the sofa with doubts, and his fingers with distinct joints opened the thread.
I took out the information inside and saw a line of words that were enough to stimulate his nerves - Sheng Mingyu's personal information.