Back in the house, Jiang Wange saw that it was Jiang Yu who came back alone, and asked a few words: "Why did little Fubao come to see you? Why didn't she come in?"
Jiang Yu seemed very shy and well-behaved as soon as he arrived in front of Jiang Wange: "Xiao Fubao said that she wanted to invite us to her house for dinner, so Xiao Yu'er came to ask her sister if Xiao Yu'er could go?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Wange's eyes suddenly lit up. He immediately picked up the makeup mirror on the table and started to touch up his makeup. He also said, "Go, of course! You and Xiao Fubao go there first, I'll be back in a moment!"
This was the first time in the past two days that she felt that Xiao Fu Bao was still somewhat effective.
Jiang Yu didn't understand why his sister was suddenly so excited, so he responded obediently: "Oh."
[Oh, I looked dejected just now, but when I heard Sang Mizhou's name, I suddenly became energetic. I even touched up my makeup. I didn't know, but I thought I was going to meet a lover. The intention was so obvious. 】
[What a disgusting person, I have never seen a woman who is so eager to stick up. Sang Mizhou made her disgusted, and she kept sticking up with all her strength.]
[Tsk, tsk, tsk, don’t watch it anymore, I’m going to sit down with two little cubs in Song Nanchen’s live broadcast room.]
Once the footage of the two cubs disappeared, the audience in the live broadcast room was instantly reduced by more than half.
When Mr. Jiang saw this situation, he couldn't help but frown.
He picked up the mobile phone on the table and dialed a series of numbers.
"Hello?" The female voice opposite was gentle and pleasant, making people feel happy all of a sudden.
Sure enough, when he heard the voice from the other side, Mr. Jiang's voice softened unconsciously: "Ask the housekeeper to buy you a plane ticket, go to Xili and Jiang Wange to change, and you come to the variety show."
The voice on the other end of the phone paused.
Then, with a hint of worry in his voice: "What's wrong with Ge'er?"
Mr. Jiang snorted coldly, his voice a bit colder: "Don't ask so many questions, pack your luggage and set off soon. I'll have someone pick you up over there."
After saying that, he hung up the phone and made another call.
The director, who was watching the live broadcast in the studio with great interest, was suddenly startled by the ringing of his cell phone. Only then did he realize that he was actually fascinated by the variety show he directed.
Then the audience in the live broadcast room must be more fascinated?
It’s really worthy of him.
He felt a little narcissistic in his heart before answering the phone.
"Hello."
As soon as he heard the voice, he knew it was the big boss calling.
"Mr. Jiang, what do you want from me?"
Although he had already guessed what was going on, he just wanted to pretend to be stupid.
Then, Mr. Jiang's cold snort came from the other end of the phone, "Don't you know why I'm looking for you? I agree with your decision. I will send my wife there tonight. At about nine o'clock in the evening, you can ask someone to go there."
Take it."
When the director heard this, a smile of success appeared on his lips, and he spoke even more flatteringly: "Of course, of course, that's for sure. I will send someone to pick up Madam in the evening, then Miss Jiang."
"You don't need to worry about her. I'll just ask someone to help her pack her luggage."
"Okay, Mr. Jiang."
After hanging up the phone, the director put down his phone without stopping, ran out of the studio, grabbed the assistant director in, and asked him to pack Jiang Wange's luggage, and don't forget to turn off the monitor before going in.
I finally have to send off Queen Jiang Wange.
The director felt relaxed. Fortunately, this program can continue to be broadcast live in the future. He also plans to make a fortune from this variety show, but he cannot lose it at the hands of the financial owner's daughter.