Three Treasures from Heaven, CEO Daddy Can't Run

Chapter 109 Ms. Jiang and the young master are really a good match

Miao Bo was full of remorse.

I hope Jiang Nuantang will open up.

but forgot...

What can be put on the table is an excuse, and what cannot be said is the reason.

"Jiang……"

Seeing Jiang Nuantang pursed his lips and remained silent, Miao Bo became anxious and wanted to say something more.

Jiang Nuantang didn't want to hear his weasel's repentance at all, looked at the white lawyer who hurried over, and said in a flat voice:

"My lawyer has arrived. If you have any difficulties, just talk to him directly!"

While speaking, the white lawyer had already walked up to him.

Hearing Jiang Nuantang's words, the white lawyer took out a small delicate box from his pocket and took out his business card:

"Hello, I am Ms. Jiang's exclusive lawyer, and this is my business card—"

The white lawyer handed the business card to Miao Bo.

On the clean and concise business card, there is only an English name Matthew written on it.

Below is the contact information.

Miao Bo had a little impression of this name.

It is a big case that rarely fails in handling cases.

Especially related to plagiarism, it is even more famous.

Miao Bo's expression was gloomy, he knew that this time, he had kicked an iron board, and it would be difficult to get over it.

only hope……

The person who contacted him beforehand was able to find a way to save him from the fire...

……

After handing everything over to the lawyer, Jiang Nuantang no longer cared about plagiarism.

only……

That doesn't mean it's over.

Tapping her fingertips, Jiang Nuantang moved the arrow to the video file on the desktop.

It was the video surveillance in the aisle of the theater that she intercepted just now while Andre was playing music.

Jiang Nuantang looked at the file, hesitated for a moment, but finally chose not to open it in front of others.

Instead, save the file to a private folder in the cloud.

Turn off the projector, indicating that Andre can continue.

Andre received her cue, began to direct the staff, and got busy again.

After the episode just now, the following awards ceremony was fairly orderly.

After the awards were presented, Jiang Yimiao gave the trophy to Shao Yijin as promised.

Shao Yijin took the trophy and carefully put it in her schoolbag.

After saying goodbye to Andre, Jiang Nuantang took a pair of children and walked outside the theater with Tan Jinxia, ​​preparing to leave.

I don't want to be called just as I walked to the door:

"Please stay a few steps."

The voice of the speaker was a little panting, obviously he was chasing after them in a hurry.

Several people stopped in their tracks and followed the prestige.

"Guide?"

Seeing the person coming, Tan Jinxia was a little surprised.

You must know that director Guan Yelin is arrogant in his talents, but he is notoriously withdrawn and difficult to get along with in the circle.

He had never seen such an eager look on his face before.

Jiang Nuantang often doesn't know any directors, only seeing Tan Jinxia's reaction like this, a little curious:

"you recognize?"

Seeing her puzzled face, Tan Jinxia clung to Jiang Nuantang's ear and whispered:

"It's the one who filmed "Deep Sea"..."

Hearing the title of the play, Jiang Nuantang's eyes flashed suddenly.

Looking at Guan Yelin, there is also a bit of reverence:

"Is something wrong?"

"I have an unfeeling request..."

Sensing the change in Jiang Nuantang's attitude, Guan Yelin breathed a sigh of relief, and it was much easier to speak again:

"Recently, I'm planning to shoot a movie, but I haven't been able to find a suitable composer. I didn't know that Ms. Jiang was the most suitable person until I heard "Jhin"..."

At this point, Guan Yelin is still a little embarrassed, but in order for the movie to be presented more perfectly, I will explain in the future:

"So I was wondering if I could ask you to compose some tunes for my new movie—"

While speaking, Guan Yelin handed over the tablet computer in his hand:

"This is the script, you can read it first."

Jiang Nuantang took the tablet and was quickly attracted by the content inside.

""The Waste Land"? The masterpiece of Mr. Gu Hongpei?"

Even though it has been adapted into a script, Jiang Nuantang still recognizes the original title at a glance.

Without him, because she also likes this novel.

"Miss Jiang also knows "The Wasteland"?"

This is rare.

Like this kind of realist literature.

It is generally difficult for young people to like it now.

Still looking at the soft and weak girl like this.

Guan Yelin's impression of Jiang Nuantang has improved a lot.

Jiang Nuantang also took the initiative to laugh because such a powerful director wanted to remake his favorite work:

"You can just call me Nuantang. Let's add a contact information first! We will talk about specific matters after returning to China."

Guan Yelin originally thought that it would take some effort to convince Jiang Nuantang, but she never thought that she would agree so easily.

After being stunned for a moment, he came back to his senses, and asked again with some uncertainty:

"So, you agreed?"

"Ah."

Jiang Nuantang nodded with a smile, and the matter was settled.

Soon, the two became friends with each other.

Guan Yelin also sent the script to Jiang Nuantang immediately.

As for other matters, we will discuss them after returning home.

……

After the game was over, I was thinking about my son in China and the situation of Mr. Shao.

Jiang Nuantang and the others did not stay in country f for too long.

In the afternoon, I took the two pups to the nearby shopping malls, and then flew back to China overnight.

It was already five o'clock in the afternoon when the plane arrived at Jincheng International Airport.

If you go back to Emperor Jinglan Court first, then rush to Daishan Villa.

There is clearly not enough time.

So Jiang Nuantang split up with Tan Jinxia Bing at the airport.

Tan Jinxia sent the two cubs home, and she took a taxi to Shao's house.

……

The Shao family’s half-mountain villa located in Daishan Tianchi

antique bedroom

Jiang Nuantang listened quietly for a while, removed her hand from the old man's pulse, and said happily:

"He's recovering very well. In two days, Grandpa Shao will be able to walk on the ground."

When Shao Hongjun on the bed heard the news, a smile appeared on his wrinkled face:

"That's good, thanks to you this time!"

For Jiang Nuantang who rescued himself from the ghost gate, Shao Hongjun was indescribably grateful.

Even though he had given him an index finger ring to express his gratitude, he still couldn't express his feelings to the fullest.

"This is what I should do."

Jiang Nuantang glanced at the sky outside, it was already dark.

Thinking of the driver waiting outside, Jiang Nuantang stood up and bid farewell to Shao Hongjun:

"It's getting late, I should go back, and I'll see you again in two days!"

Seeing that she was about to leave just after arriving, the old man felt a little bit reluctant.

But looking at the weather outside, it is clear that she misses the child in her heart.

In the end, he didn't stay, he just said:

"Okay, then you pay attention to safety."

Shao Hongjun was unable to move, so he could only say to the steward:

"Send Xiaonuan for me."

The butler bowed and was about to answer when he heard a sentence from the door:

"I'll send her off!"

A deep and magnetic voice came from the door, and Jiang Nuantang followed the sound.

A slender figure came into view, it was not Shao Zhanlin or anyone else.

Seeing Jiang Nuantang looking over, Shao Zhanlin turned sideways:

"Miss Jiang, please—"

Jiang Nuantang didn't refuse either, she pursed her lower lip lightly, and said:

"Then there will be Mr. Lao Shao."

After finishing speaking, he lowered his eyes and walked out.

Shao Zhanlin glanced at the old man, and followed.

Looking at the figures of the two walking away hand in hand, the housekeeper couldn't help but said.

"Miss Jiang and the young master are really a good match..."

Halfway through the conversation, the housekeeper seemed to think of something, and subconsciously glanced at Shao Hongjun on the bed.

Seeing that he was not angry, he was relieved.

Just as I was looking for other topics, I heard the old man seemingly casually say:

"They're all good kids..."