I Always Want Mr. Heinan

"No, three times the price, I can't bear the gift from heaven." Yin Suer declined.

"Well, I will tell Mr. Nan your request," Cui Heng withdrew the contract, "Then you remember to come over and sign a new contract tomorrow afternoon."

After speaking, Cui Heng turned into the elevator.

"Hey!" Yin Suer shouted at the closed elevator, stomping her feet angrily.

He wouldn't allow a concession, and persuade a few more words, maybe she would sign it.

Cui Heng went directly to Nan Yukong's office.

"I've done everything you ordered," he stepped forward and put the hand-made cookie in his hand on the small corner of the table, unable to restrain the predominant force in his heart, "Mr. Nan..."

"Something?" Nan Yukong looked up from the information in his hand, "say."

"You biscuit..."

"For summer."

Cui Heng laughed and joked secretly. The first time Mr. Nan received a gift, it was for a child, secretly because of Miss Luan.

"Check this address and who is the person who lives." Nan Yukong turned the information in his hand and placed it in front of Cui Heng.

"Isn't this the place where Young Master Han lives?" Cui Heng froze the head and looked at the one-inch photo on the profile card carefully. "Where does Zhou Xiaozhou live?"

Nan Yukong ignored him, got up and picked up the clothes on the hangers to put them on, then turned back and took away the cookies on the table, for fear of being snatched away.

Cui Heng grabbed the information on the table and followed him behind him.

In the car, the man closed his eyes and rested.

In an instant.

Cui Heng came to an emergency brake, Nan Yukong moved his eyelids twice and exhaled deeply.

"Mr. Nan, let me go down and take a look."

When Cui Heng got off the car, the red car parked in front of their car also stopped.

"Miss..." Cui Heng said, "Just say whatever compensation you want, we are in a hurry."

The woman in bright red took off her sunglasses, Cui Heng was a little surprised after seeing the face clearly, "Fang Ai?"

"It's because of my bad car skills, I will pay," Fang Ai said with a hint of arrogance.

Fang Ai sat in the car with his hands around his chest, wishing that the person in front of him would kneel down and talk to him, arrogantly saying, "But why is the audition given to me by Tianyu worse?"

Cui Heng laughed with him, and she couldn't refute the arrangements made by them.

Who made her offend Miss Luan this big Buddha?

"The role of the movie is not something we can decide. Tianyu can do nothing about what the director of the crew wants you to audition." Cui Heng replied very commercial and unrelenting.

This is also thanks to Young Master Qin's troubles, or else her role in the scene can only be worse.

Fang Ai Boran was furious, "A beggar also needs an audition?"

Cui Heng continued to laugh, "It can test acting better, isn't it."

Fang Ai was at a loss, slammed the door, got out of the car, and stomped angrily.

"Let's talk about the maintenance cost," Cui Heng drove the car to the side of the road again.

Fang Ai slammed the car on the accelerator and nearly hit a ten-year poplar on the side of the road.

Anxiously, he slapped the steering wheel, and the horn rang and shocked him.

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"Miss Fang," Cui Heng stood in front of Fang Ai's car respectfully, "General Nan's car is two million, and you will be charged 700,000 for friction maintenance."

Fang Ai's eyes widened.

If a broken car is scratched, it will pay 700,000 yuan. Why doesn't he go to their house and grab it?

"What? Miss Fang doesn't have this ability, or..." Cui Heng paused, brewing for two seconds, "Can't afford to pay?"

Mr. Nan asked him to bid on his own. Now that he thinks about seven hundred thousand, he still feels a bit less.

The blame is that he is too kind to the opposite sex.

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