Healing Quick Transmigration: Blackened Male God, Come For a Hug

Qi Luan didn't have much to say here. At first glance, things were a foregone conclusion, but he was extremely embarrassed.

Before accepting some benefits of the company's female stars.

The female celebrity is not low. I have made two dramas this year, a female lead drama and a female supporting drama. The fans have also risen very quickly, but I always feel that it’s not a good time. This reputation is not enough.

So she took a fancy to the script.

The company has already had several celebrity agents to fight for, and this matter itself is under his control, and he will also be negotiating with the director over there. To a large extent, it depends on his attitude.

But because the other party gave the corresponding benefits, he agreed.

If the director does not pass by then, it is not his own business.

But the president clearly deserves to let this man named Yu Jiao play the heroine. He, the biggest investor, has spoken, and the director will definitely not have any more opinions.

It seems that he can't take this advantage.

He called the female celebrity and told the truth about the matter. The other party was a little frustrated. He didn't expect that the character was cut off in the middle and felt unwilling. Finally, he talked a few more words before hanging up the phone.

Reluctantly, I told the director about this again.

I went to bed early last night, and the next morning, Yun Fanfan woke up early.

When she woke up, Qi Luan hadn't woke up yet, and the whole house was quiet.

She sat on the sofa and watched the time. When it was seven o'clock, she knocked on the door of Qi Luan's room.

No response, he knocked again, raised his voice and said, "It's seven o'clock, aren't you going to work?"

The people inside probably heard her, and the voice contained a bit of sluggishness after waking up, and a bit of anger, and a bit of gritted teeth: "Don't make a noise."

Yun Fanfan felt that he should directly break in and bring him out.

But think about it, Qi Luan is late anyway, and he is the president, so it doesn't matter if he is late.

Then he made a good breakfast by himself.

In the room, the dazzling sunlight is blocked by the curtains and the light is weakened.

The man on the bed moved, his crow-feather-like eyelashes trembled slightly, his hair was messy and covered his forehead, and he looked very harmless.

There was still a layer of mist in the dark eyes.

Just now, it seemed that someone was calling him.

The babysitter at home left after cleaning, usually during the day, and when he returned at night, he left.

Not a nanny, who is that?

The brain is short-circuited.

Qi Luan took a wash, and did not tidy up his image, so he went out in pajamas.

Yun Fanfan has already started to eat breakfast, Qi Luan was stunned when he saw her profile, and then frowned, as if remembering something.

Yun was drinking porridge, and when she lowered her head, the hair behind her moved to her cheek.

She raised her hand, pinned her hair behind her ear, and continued to eat breakfast.

Qi Luan took two steps, his footsteps a little heavy.

Yun Fanfan heard the footsteps coming from behind, and when he turned his head, he saw Qi Luan standing there wearing a gray low-necked pajamas.

The white and delicate collarbone was exposed from the pajamas, and the broken hair covered his forehead. His serious expression was matched by his unconscious state when he woke up. It was a little bit cute.

Qi Luan sensed her gaze and returned to her room.

When he came out again, he had already put on his suit and combed his hair.