The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Xia Beiqing nodded: "Yes, do you want? I'll grab one for you."

"No." Yunci refused.

After school, Yunci received a call from Jiang Lei.

She said two words concisely.

"No sign."

Then hung up the phone.

In Jiang’s media office, Jiang Youchu was lying on the sofa crying loudly: “I don’t care about it, Dad, you must get it for me. I promised those people and told them that it didn’t get it. That’s not too shameful Up!"

Jiang Lei rubbed his temples with a terrible headache: "My little boy, you heard the call just now, she didn't sign, and you don't know, Li Wu rarely signs."

Jiang Youchu snorted coldly, showing a scornful look: "I really don't know what she is so arrogant, and father, you are still her boss, so afraid of what she does, you should use some small means to suppress her."

It took him a lot of effort to get Li Wu to come to Jiang Clan. Shouldn't he treat her as an ancestor?

You know, she doesn't do anything, just the sales of a song can bring a lot of benefits to the company.

"If I can't get the signature, I will be laughed at by the whole network!" Jiang Youchu pouted and pretended to be pitiful: "Dad, do you bear to see me like this?"

Jiang Lei sighed, picked up the phone and flipped through something, and then pressed the landline button: "Xiao Cai, come in."

Soon, the office door was pushed open, and assistant Xiao Cai walked in: "Chairman, what's the matter?"

"Xiao Cai, you are quite good at imitating other people's handwriting, come and imitate this signature." Jiang Lei put the phone on the table, and took out a few sheets of paper and pen.

Jiang Youchu left the sofa and ran to Jiang You. He saw a photo on his phone, which turned out to be Liwu's signature.

Basically, the artist’s signature is arranged and designed by the company.

But Li Wu is an exception. Her signature is designed by herself, and it is very distinctive. Like her people, it is wanton and full of mystery. It is still a bit difficult to imitate.

Jiang Lei pointed to the phone and said, "This is the event for the charity night. The only autograph signed by Liwu is too precious, so I photographed it."

Xiao Cai held the pen, and it didn't seem right to imitate it at first, but after ten minutes of practice, it gradually became a bit like it.

Jiang Lei took the paper and compared it with the photo, and nodded in satisfaction: "Yes, at least there is an eighth image, Youchu, take a look."

Jiang Youchu took it, a little worried: "Can this work?"

"Those classmates of yours have never seen it before, so it's okay to fool them." Jiang Lei said to Xiao Cai: "You can sign a few more."

"Yes."

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In the evening, the sky was full of red clouds.

In the living room, Shen Zhiyu was sitting on the sofa with his sleeves bent halfway, revealing his white arms.

The opposite He Jiayi took out the needle, gently pierced Shen Zhiyu's skin, and drew out a small tube of blood.

He Jiayi raised the glass tube and shook it twice. In the setting sun, the blood inside was jumping alive and hitting the wall of the tube.

He smiled and sighed: "Tsk, precious blood, every time I touch it, I feel that I have to be cautious."

Shen Zhiyu smiled and said nothing.

"By the way, are you and your sister still okay?" He Jiayi said suddenly: "Last time your sister had a fever, I went to Xia's house to see her doctor, and she asked about your situation."