Chapter 239 Dilemma
"Mom, what is this? Your drawing is so beautiful, but mine is so ugly."
Xiao Qingcheng pointed at Jiang Jiang's sketchbook.
There is a cartoon version of a pigeon and a witch painted on it.
Beautiful long silver hair, surrounded by the scent of the forest.
Pigeons flew away above her head, chasing the setting sun.
[Who is this? Looks so familiar.] The system interrupted.
Jiang Jiang didn't answer the system. She reached out and snatched Xiao Qingcheng's graffiti, then giggled, "Let me see what Xiao Qingcheng drew! Hahahaha, this is too cute, is Xiao Qingcheng drawing me?"
In the graffiti, there was a girl with blood-red eyes and a brown ponytail. She was wearing a green halter dress and a wide-brimmed white straw hat. She looked very cute and playful.
Xiao Qingcheng blushed, she stood on tiptoe and raised her hand to take back her painting, "Mom is so bad!"
After laughing enough, Jiang Jiang returned the painting to Xiao Qingcheng.
"It's time to go to bed, Xiao Qingcheng. Can we draw tomorrow?"
"Ok."
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"My dear! Where have you been to have fun this time? We have already offended several big directors! Can I beg you for this? It's time to go to film!"
The agent stood in the middle of Yu Kaixi's living room, looking at Yu Kaixi who was curled up on the sofa and doubting his life. He was so heartbroken and wanted to cry but had no tears.
I don’t know what happened to You Kaixi when he went out, but when he came back he curled up on the sofa, looking dejected.
You know, Yu Kaixi only went to the set for five days this month, and in total he didn't even shoot thirty scenes.
No matter how good his acting skills are or how efficient he is, he can't stand such frequent absenteeism and skipping work.
Not to mention that he angered the directors, even the fans who had always supported him felt disappointed.
I don’t know what’s wrong with this guy recently. He keeps postponing the schedule that had been scheduled a long time ago.
Sometimes it was because he had personal matters to deal with, and sometimes it was other random excuses.
As an agent, he was almost driven crazy.
Looking around, I feel like there are difficult people all around me, and no one can afford to offend them.
As for himself, he was like a little grandson, caught between these "uncles", feeling torn.
"I'm going tomorrow, why are you talking so much!" Yu Kaixi rubbed his hair irritably in response to his agent's earnest advice.
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"Hello, Dad, what's wrong? Is there anything wrong?" The man answered the phone with a hint of doubt in his tone.
"It's nothing. Your eldest brother introduced a girl who is a good match for you and asked you to meet her. He said that you stood her up. Don't you like her?" My father's voice came from the other end of the phone with a little concern.
The man frowned, feeling helpless.
Of course he knew about this, but he really had no interest in meeting the so-called girl who was a good match for him.
His mind was not on that at all.
"Didn't Kaixi tell Big Brother?" the man asked.
"What?" The father was obviously confused.
"I know who should be my wife, so you don't have to worry about me." The man's tone was firm and serious.
My father was silent for a moment, as if thinking about something.
Finally, he spoke, with a hint of surprise in his tone, "Really? Whose girl is she? Find a suitable time to bring her home and have dinner together!"
The man smiled, a warm feeling welling up in his heart.
He knew his father cared about him, but he also hoped that he could choose his own life partner independently.
He doesn't want to marry someone just because of family pressure.
"Well, it's not convenient to talk about it now. Let's talk about it later. By the way, don't disturb her. It will scare her." The man said hurriedly. He didn't want to cause trouble to the other party because of his family's behavior.
"Okay, okay!" the father agreed with a smile.
Although he was still a little curious, he still respected his son's decision.
After all, children have grown up and have their own ideas and choices.
The man hung up the phone.
