On Sunday, while Wen Jiujiu was filming a scene, Song Yiren's assistant came over to see Jiang Wan.
Jiang Wan was a little confused, "Song Yiren is looking for me? I'm not familiar with her!"
He looked straight in the direction of Wen Jiujiu, always watching to see when Wen Jiujiu would take the photo. As soon as Wen Jiujiu took the photo, he planned to rush over and take care of Wen Jiujiu.
Song Yiren's assistant came over, but Jiang Wan had no intention of paying any attention to her.
All he could think about was warm wine and wine.
"Brother Jiang Wan, Sister Yi Ren said she has something to talk to you about. Can you come over for a moment? Please."
Song Yiren's little assistant's eyes were red. Recently, she was often troubled by Song Yiren. She was either beaten or scolded, which was very miserable.
Jiang Wan saw it a few times, and although he ignored it, he still sympathized with the little assistant.
Although this Song Yiren is slightly famous, in his eyes, she is not as good as their wine sister, but she actually started to act like a big star just like that.
Jiang Wan hesitated for a moment, then walked towards Song Yiren.
"Miss Song, what's the matter?"
He looked at Song Yiren and asked.
"Are you interested in being my assistant?" Song Yiren was sitting in the car with a drink in her hand, looking very leisurely.
"Sorry, I am Sister Jiujiu's assistant." Jiang Wan said coldly, "I have no interest in you."
"I know you are the assistant of Wenjiujiu. I will give you a higher price no matter how much the god of plague pays you." Song Yiren said, "You can ask for any number, as long as you can serve me well."
"I'm much more famous than Wen Jiujiu. It's definitely better for you to follow me than to follow her."
"You are wrong. Sister Jiujiu is more famous than you." Jiang Wan sneered, and suddenly he raised his hand to hit Song Yiren.
Song Yiren was so frightened that she covered her face and screamed.
Jiang Wan's hand didn't hit Song Yiren's face, he hit the cup next to her.
The cup fell to the ground, made a crisp sound, and broke into pieces.
"Her name is Wen Jiujiu, not the God of Plague. Shut your stinking mouth." Jiang Wan looked at Song Yiren fiercely, then stood up. When he walked to the door, he turned back and said with an indifferent expression.
, "Even if Sister Jiujiu is not as famous as you, I will only be with her!"
"You -" Song Yiren was furious, "Jiang Wan, I let you follow me because I think highly of you. You will regret it if you follow her!"
"Really?" Jiang Wan shrugged at Song Yiren, "Then give it a try!"
"I can make her quit the entertainment industry in minutes!" Song Yiren narrowed her eyes, "Isn't she from Tianlin Entertainment? Oh, my cousin happens to be in Tianlin Entertainment. I want her to be banned!"
Jiang Wan paused as he walked out.
He stood at the door, looked back at Song Yiren, and curled his lips, "Oh, your cousin is very powerful?"
"Of course, my cousin is the artist director of Tianlin Entertainment." Song Yiren chuckled, "What, do you regret it? If you regret it, just follow me. I won't treat you badly! Follow this Wen Jiujiu and you will never be able to do anything wrong for the rest of your life.
If you stand out, you will be implicated!"
"You should worry about yourself." Jiang Wan shrugged and went out.
Song Yiren cursed angrily. She was so angry that she took out her mobile phone and made a call.
"Cousin, are you free tonight? I want to ask you for a favor." Song Yiren asked aggrievedly.
"What, someone bullied you?" Zhao Ke's voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Well, cousin, I have been closest to you since I was a child. You must help me..."
"Go to Mr. Li's banquet tonight and tell me, have you received the invitation too?"