Chapter 133： You are the worst artist I have ever brought (1/2)

The other party hung up the phone very coolly, leaving Wen Xi alone, Monk Zhang Er, confused.

Since she didn't know who the other party was, she still walked according to her own rhythm when she got up, and it was 7:05 when she went out.

At this time, the number just now called again.

”Wen Xi, did you listen to me?”

Wen Xi was not impatient or impatient, ”Sir, who are you?”

”Uncle, I'm your agent! Get out of me hell!”

”Dududu...”

Wen Xi was stunned for two seconds, and then quickly walked towards the elevator.

She didn't expect Tianji's speed to be so fast. Not long after signing the contract, the agent showed up and he was sent to the door automatically.

The feeling of this agent made Wen Xi involuntarily wipe the sweat from his forehead, and he felt a bit like being called to the principal's office for training.

After rushing to the restaurant at the fastest speed, she glanced, and quickly locked her eyes on the man with long hair, narrow face, bronze skin, fiery red eyes and black leather clothing at the third table with Kimura Takuya's long hair.

He spread his legs domineeringly and put one hand on the table. Two of his five fingers were wearing a ring. At this time, his five fingers were tapping the tabletop irritably.

At the first sight of him, Wen Xi thought he was a certain singer who played rock and roll, and his whole body exuded a hormone of the ”violent beauty” type often said on the Internet.

In the next second, the man turned his sharp gaze to her, suddenly became fierce, hooked her finger and ordered her to pass.

Wen Xi took a deep breath and walked over with a calm step.

”Hello, I am……”

”Okay? Where am I? I am not good! Don't you have a sense of time? Know how long I have been waiting here?” The man clasped his hands on the table, raised his head and frowned at her.

Wen Xi finished secretly, this agent is difficult to deal with.

”Sorry, I was wrong.”

”Sit down, let's talk.”

”Oh.” Wen Xi nodded and sat down.

After sitting down, the agent did not speak first. Wen Xi twisted his fingers slightly nervously, so he had to speak first, ”Your name?”

”Handsome, Hansen.” Hansen said casually.

”Handsome, oh, understand.” Wen Xi pursed his lips, a little to laugh.

This agent is so stinky.

Hansen stared at her with stern eyes, like a scanner, looking at her inside and out.

”Tsk, Mr. Mu is going to take risks.” He said for no reason.

Wen Xi didn't know, so he blinked, and met his gaze, without talking.

”From the look in your eyes, I can tell that you are the worst artist I have ever brought. There is no work, no scheming, no cruelty, a three-no artist, tsk, it is difficult to move. ”

Wen Xi frowned slightly, are her eyes so stupid?

Hansen said again, ”You change your name. Wen Xi's name is too common for people to remember.”

Wen Xi said, ”What do you see?”

Hansen snapped his fingers, ”It's Wen Yi.”

Wen Yi...the plague...

Wen Xi was a little messy, ”This name is wrong.”

”What's wrong? How interesting is this? The plague is you, you are the plague, it invades the human body, makes people unable to extricate themselves, and will never forget.”

Wen Xi said, ”Cherish life and stay away from the plague.”

”That's okay, no matter what the nickname, this name is always discussed.”