An Wen: "..."
Seeing that An Wen was speechless, Shen Donghuai said, "Did I say something wrong? Could it be that you still have someone, let's fight?"
"Are you still beating women?" An Wen said speechlessly.
"How can a man beat a woman, but some women really need to be dealt with, such as Nalan Qing." Shen Donghuai pressed his hands after speaking, as if he wanted to beat Nalan Qing immediately.
An Wen shook her head helplessly, no wonder Song Jia said that Shen Donghuai was a little devil in the Shen family, and this appearance of wanting to fight at every turn was indeed very destructive.
"You are such an old man, how can you still think about fighting to solve things? You need to use your brain." An Wen said.
"How to use your brain?" Shen Donghuai scratched his hair and couldn't think of it.
An Wen smiled when she saw his brows and eyes curved like this, in Shen Donghuai's eyes, it was like a hundred flowers blooming, and she was stunned.
An Wen knew that Shen Donghuai's father was her aunt's second son, and that Shen Donghuai was her cousin. She regarded Shen Donghuai as her younger brother, and couldn't help laughing out at his stupid appearance.
An Wen thought that Shen Donghuai didn't know her identity.
In fact, Shen Donggui knew An Wen's identity a long time ago, and he didn't intend to treat An Wen as a cousin, he was a boyfriend fan.
"You'll know soon." An Wen said.
Shen Donghuai was dubious, he felt that his goddess was soft and kind, she would definitely not be able to do it, and this kind of revenge still depends on him.
Isn't it Nalan Qing's birthday? He wants to give her an unforgettable birthday.
Nalan Qing contacted Song Jia again, and Song Jia refused again and again no matter how intimidating or intimidating she was.
Nalan Qing's housekeeper finally called An Wen. First, he threatened and told what would happen if he offended Na Lanqing, and then it was a temptation.
"... As for the salary, you can mention it as you like." The steward said.
An Wen hummed lightly when she heard this, and asked, "Are you sure I can raise my salary at will?"
"Yes, you need to know that the Nalan family is not short of money." The butler's tone was somewhat arrogant.
"Okay, since that's the case, we can discuss this matter," An Wen said.
Hearing An Wen's words, the butler showed disdain on his face, and looked at Nalan Qing beside him, who sneered.
What's the backbone? I've hung them up for so long because I just want to negotiate a good price. An Wen might even dream of coming to a banquet where celebrities go everywhere.
"Let's talk about salary." An Wen said.
"Okay, I wonder what price Ms. An thinks is good?" the butler asked with a respectful tone.
"The Nalan family is so rich, I can't say it's less, so how about 300 million?"
As soon as An Wen said this, the housekeeper's face changed drastically, and Nalan Qing's eyes flashed coldly.
"Miss An, are you joking?" the butler asked politely.
"How could it be possible to be joking? Ms. Nalan is the number one celebrity in the Imperial City. It would cost a lot of money for her to invite an international movie star like me to the dinner. Isn't your reputation worth 300 million?" An Wen spoke neither slow nor slow, very gentle, if she hadn't heard what An Wen said, she might have thought that An Wen was very gentle.
"Miss An is threatening us?" the housekeeper asked.
"It's not a threat, but I don't want to go to the birthday party to perform. Since you want to force me to do something I don't like, the price must be higher." An Wen said softly.