I believe but I don’t want it.
The outside world will know that she has a father who is working as a mall security guard, right?
I feel humiliated when I say this. What’s worse, it’s already a big star.
"I’m very busy recently, so don’t call me if I don’t have anything important." My attitude towards my father is comparable to that of a stranger with a headache on the side of the road. Although Ji Yuran’s entertainer has almost stopped, she has to be busy avoiding reporters.
"However, dad saw all the news in the newspaper. The purpose of dad’s call is simply to ask how you are now."
"It’s not good, of course." It’s really funny to think that the other person’s words are in the ear. It’s hard for every artist who has been abandoned by his own brokerage company to make great progress.
Ji Yuran likes acting, otherwise she wouldn’t have been bent on applying for the top three S City Theatre Academy.
For one thing, the performance major of S City Theatre Academy is the best, and for another, it is convenient to take care of because of being close to my brother Ji Minxun.
It’s a pity that the day when she was filled with joy and waited for the certificate of art examination was also the day when her father’s business partners demanded payment.
In just one day, her life is like riding a roller coaster, which has never experienced severe ups and downs.
"But what are you going to do?" Carefully holding his words, my heart always felt sorry for my daughter, Ji Dad, who was almost humble in front of Ji Yuran.
However, he should be blamed. Who let him be a father and even have no ability to live a stable life?
"If you want to discuss this with me, then I don’t think it is necessary for us to continue to talk about it." The scandal-ridden company abandoned in S city without any connections except Zhou Zichen. Ji Yuran was really desperate
Just like when I first entered the university, the so-called second generation in the class looked down on her because she was a foreigner and dressed very old.
The daughter of a poor family is like a beautiful face in the entertainment circle, so it can be hidden rules. The directors can bed or directly recognize michel platini. Anyway, to put it bluntly, it is a better name than selling bitches in the house
"Don’t say it well" means that Ji Yuran wants to hang up again. Ji Dad quickly changed the subject. "However, it’s already noon. Have you eaten yet?"
"No" at this time, where will she be in the mood to eat?
Lost color with shallow teeth, lip print, smile and set off Ji Yuran, secretly laughing at his father, who is still young and confused.
"Er, it just so happens that Dad is nearby. I’ll buy something you want to eat and send it to you." There is a pleading tone in the voice, as if afraid that the other party will refuse themselves.
He always knew where Ji Yuran lived, though
Never really entered the gate.
"Seafood porridge." The little hand touched her shriveled, but it was just sunken. Her stomach was not in the mood to return, but if she didn’t eat, she probably had to report to the hospital.
"There’s a Chaozhou porridge shop opposite my apartment building. You can buy it there."
The scorching sun is on the side of the road in Ji Yuran’s residence. Dad rushed to the porridge shop. Seafood porridge is no ordinary preserved egg lean porridge. You can see the restaurant hanging on the wall price list from the glass window.
A seafood porridge actually costs more than 200 yuan.
Patted his flat pants. The pocket was dark and thin. The middle-aged man secretly hoped that after the sale, there would be enough money left for him to take the bus back to read.
His daughter’s apartment is in the city center, while he rents it in the suburbs where the house price is relatively low.
"Did you find it?"
"Ah, I found it." I hesitated to answer what I heard, but Ji Yuran unconsciously frowned.
"I’ll pay you back when you wait for the money first." I feel that the income of the other party as a security guard for a month is only a thousand pieces per capita, which is really a bit extravagant for him.
"However, you don’t need to be so polite to your father." Sweat from the glare of the sun dripped on the leather shoes, which were worn for a long time because there were several glue spots.
"It’s only a few hundred dollars. Dad can still afford it." Try not to give Ji Yuran any trouble, because Ji Dad thinks that no matter how much money he earns or how little he earns, he can always live.
Rich people eat abalone and bird’s nest, while at the bottom of his society, porridge and pickles are added.
"Then pay attention when you come and see if there are any reporters nearby. Don’t bring them in for me."
After about half an hour, Ji Yuran heard the doorbell ring.
"However," the door can usually see his daughter’s figure in the TV magazine. Dad seems a little excited. "Do you want seafood porridge just boiled or hot?"
"Rinrin Bell"
At the same time, Ji Yuran’s unusually active landline rang at home.
Who asked for a solution? She didn’t care to charge her mobile phone. Her mobile phone couldn’t get through. People can try the landline.
"Put your things in the shoe cabinet and you go first." I turned to go, but suddenly I remembered something. Ji Yuran turned around again. "Oh, don’t forget to bring the door for me and I also put the money for porridge in the cabinet."
After a few seconds’ silence, my father is always beyond his age. People should have the face to pull out a smile that is even uglier than crying.
"Hello Art Han"
At the moment when the security door was opened, Ji Yuran came to the room, who seemed to be explaining the sound?
There is an extra packing belt in the beige shoe cabinet, but some brand-new hundred dollars are still left in the face.
"This old gentleman, please wait a moment." As soon as he got out of the apartment building, he should not attract the attention of reporters, but Ji Dad was surrounded by people.
The security of this building is very good. You don’t have to live or live in it. Friends can’t even touch the elevator button.
"I just saw what you wanted to ask on the 29th floor." A tabloid reporter was eyeing up outside and waited until the number on the ladder door stopped at the 29th floor. You know, there is one on each floor of the apartment where Ji Dayu lives, and the 29th floor happens to be her home.
"You’ve got the wrong person. I’m a restaurant delivery." Bypass the reporter and get in the way. Dad may have buried his head out of a guilty conscience during the physical season.
"It’s a takeaway for Ji Yuran. I just want to ask her how she is now." I’ve been squatting at this bottom for a whole afternoon, but I didn’t even see a hair of the interviewer.
"I don’t know, everyone said I delivered the takeaway." The tone was dyed with a touch of impatience. Dad reached out and pushed the nosy reporter. "I left as soon as the takeaway was delivered to the customer."
"What’s the matter with killing the old man?" Looking at the slightly rickety figure, the tabloid reporter thought, what’s wrong with him asking a few words?