He Is Warmer Than Time

In the past two years, influenced by the martial arts film and television dramas of Hong Kong and Taiwan, the major cultural troupes have some meanings of emphasizing martial arts rather than literature, and the chivalrous and courageous are the most popular.

If Fan Lihua has the righteous family and country, it will be even more sought after.

Song Ran played a scene and became the most sought-after actor in the art troupe. At that time, Jiang Feng was still playing Du Liniang's white-haired girl and other miserable roles. She could obviously feel powerless.

She has been in the cultural troupe for more than 20 years, and the foundation of the masses is very deep, but she can clearly feel the hearts of those audiences who belong to her, and she has already flown to Song Ran's side.

Being in Cao Ying's heart is in Han, this feeling almost murdered Jiang Feng, which made her feel more tormented.

And the army was in charge of everything related to the stage, so that she couldn't even start to destroy Song Ran's performance.

Could it be that she really watched Song Ran become more and more red every day, watched more and more audiences coming for Song Ran, and then, slowly, was forgotten by the audience and abandoned by Shao Tuan?

Does she really want this?

She is not reconciled, she is not reconciled.

Ruan Qing came over and gave her two shots of cardio-stimulating drugs: "If you want me to say, I would rather be a chicken head than a phoenix tail. Anyway, if I get treated like you, I will leave immediately."

Jiang Feng used to rely on his status as a predecessor to make Ruan Qing feel at ease. Ruan Qing is putting more horsepower, and Jiang Feng must be put to death, and she must be taken away for peace of mind.

Fortunately, Jiang Feng was stupid enough and immediately took the bait: "I'm leaving? Even if I'm leaving, I can't make that little **** feel better."

Ruan Qing whispered to Jiang Feng's ear, whispering something, Jiang Feng nodded slightly...

It was night, after dinner, Yang Haitao dullingly did not want to leave, wanted to abduct someone into his house, Song Xuan pushed him out: "It's late, don't you have to go to the scene tomorrow? Go back and rest. Right, eh? Be good."

Yang Haitao clasped her wrist and looked at her, "Can I just leave it for a while and talk to you?"

"Your mouth never stops at the dinner table, haven't you said enough?"

"Not enough, I want to be with you all the time, I want to talk to you all the time."

Song Xuan felt a little overwhelmed: "Okay, well, I want to talk to my sister. Today's time, I don't have your share."

Yang Haitao glanced sadly at the person sitting on the sofa: "It's your sister after all."

Song Xuan squinted: "Don't make trouble unreasonably."

Yang Haitao pretended to be angry: "Then I'll go back."

After finally sending Yang Haitao away, Song Xuan walked to Song Ran and asked, "Who is that man today?"

Song Ran answered the wrong question: "You are all engaged here, don't you want to live together? I think we can live together, and Yang Haitao, a provincial person who dabbles and doesn't want to leave all day."

Song Xuan squeezed her face: "It's off the topic, I want to ask you something."

Song Ran quickly confessed and lenient, and told her sister everything.

Song Xuan frowned: "This Han Yue is really a scourge, but is it feasible for you to use this method to get to know Mrs. Fu? Or, let me ask Haitao. He has a wide range of connections. See if you have a relationship appointment. Mrs. Fu."

Song Ran shook his hand: "No, no, no, I still intend to impress Mrs. Fu with my own strength. That would be considered as having a bargaining capital. People like Mrs. Fu must be despised in the heart. Not reliable."