When Wen Ning came to the private room, a few people were still gathered at the door talking happily. When they saw her coming in, they subconsciously fell silent. After exchanging glances, they moved a position tacitly and gathered to the sofa in the innermost private room.
Wen Ning was in a hurry when she went downstairs. She only changed her clothes and didn't even have time to familiarize herself with it, for fear that others would wait. Fortunately, Xiao Qingjue's character is not very old, her makeup is relatively simple and elegant, and she has this face Wearing modern clothes to go out, there is no sense of disobedience.
However, Jiang Shu made a fuss about Fangcai, and the soft hair rubbed against the bed for a long time. Now it seems frizzy and somewhat messy.
This book is nothing, but in the eyes of a caring person, it is simply what it looks like after an ambiguous affair is over.
The few people on the side of the sofa were drinking wine, and the producer lowered their voices and continued to gossip with the producer's roaring karaoke: "Look, it's an afterthought, tsk, I don't know who is so anxious, so just gossip. At such a short time, I have to pick up my gun and go into battle."
"If you say that, I really think so. Look at her neck, is it red?"
Several people gathered together and nodded like chickens pecking at rice.
The actor next to him brought some food to Wen Ning, and laughed and teased: "Is something wrong? Why is it taking so long? You don't know about these starving ghosts who were reincarnated. If it wasn't for the director hiding something for you, where would you be? Enough for them, take it."
Wen Ning didn't know what was going on. It was obvious that the other party just mentioned something casually, but when she remembered that Jiang Shu was still hiding in her room, she felt inexplicably guilty of being a thief. He scratched his hair and tried his best to smile: "No, it's fine, I just changed clothes a little slower, that costume is more troublesome..."
The actor is more direct, and he can't see the twist in the girl's heart: "It's fine, I'm afraid that someone will find you and delay your affairs."
Wen Ning hurriedly shook her head: "No one."
As soon as the two of them finished speaking, Xiao Qing walked in from the door, and the people in the private room were a little surprised when they saw him.
When he left the crew in the morning, his condition was not very good. The director was so angry that he called him to stop several times. will come.
However, even he himself didn't know what was going on. Everyone in the crew was discussing the dinner party. When Wen Ning was asked about it, when Wen Ning replied "anything is fine", as soon as he knew that Wen Ning would go, he couldn't control it. Live where you want to go.
Wen Ning held the grilled crayfish on a skewer that she just received in her hand. Before she could eat it, Xiao Qing grabbed it into the palm of her hand, and then threw it on the table with an unhappy expression. The actor said: "She can't eat spicy food, don't give her this."
These words not only reveal concern, but also inexplicably add another layer of ambiguity to the relationship between the two. They are even familiar with each other's habits.
The people around who heard the movement had different expressions. Although they didn't show it on their faces, they continued with the task at hand, but their ears perked up early, for fear of missing a single bit of gossip.
Everyone wanted to see Wen Ning's reaction, but she didn't seem to plan to give Xiao Qing any face, and her expression still had a little Jiang Shu's usual calmness. She took back the food and smiled at the actor. : "It's alright, I like spicy food. Maybe Xiao Qing seldom eats with the crew. I remember wrong."
In one sentence, Wen Ning gave a clean glimpse of the relationship between the two, and did not say what they liked. The words also implied that the two had never had any interaction in private except for having eaten a group meal in the crew. Xiao Qing was just ambiguous. It's just self-indulgent.
After Wen Ning finished speaking, she sat on the side with her things, and didn't even give him another look.
Xiao Qing's expression was obviously embarrassed, he followed Wen Ning, quickly took out his mobile phone, swiped a few times, and found a number: "Sorry, I don't know, that, I heard from you and your assistant that you want to take an acting test this morning. Department, in the afternoon, I contacted the teacher who interviewed me in the previous art test. I heard that he will also participate in the review this time. This teacher and I have a good relationship. If you want, I can ask him to help you—"
Before Xiao Qing finished speaking, Wen Ning interrupted with a frown. She seldom did such impolite things, but facing Xiao Qing, she was really impolite: "What help me? Go through the back door? In your eyes, do I have to rely on others to even take the acting department? Or do you think I'm just like the ones your fans say on the Internet, a useless waste who will only suck your blood and gain popularity?"
Xiao Qing was at a loss for words. He never thought that Wen Ning would be so straightforward and take these words to the two of them.
Besides, he knew in his heart that she only said that it was a fan's comment, which already gave him a lot of face. Most of the unsightly rhythms on the Internet were the result of his company team's personal end.
Wen Ning looked up at him with a cold expression: "I was in my hometown for a while and didn't pay much attention to it, and I only learned later that my best assistants and managers are almost all day and night for these things for me. I stayed up all night for a whole week, and Qingqing is only in her twenties, because she helped me deal with the things you brought us online, and I was busy every bit, thank you very much."
Xiao Qing clenched his palms tightly and panicked for no reason. He stared at Wen Ning's face, but inexplicably thought of Mr. Jiang who had been on the set many times. His icy expression was almost the same as his.
For a time, he felt that he was a little ridiculous. It turned out that what the people in the team and him had always said was true, but he himself did not want to believe it. Back then, the little girl who climbed up the Yunshan crew so pitifully, where is the person behind him? An actor in the entertainment industry who is allowed to be swayed by capital can be compared.
He looked down at the teacher's phone in his hand, no wonder she didn't like it, if she wanted to, the man behind her didn't need her to speak at all.
**
"Xiao Qing is really not self-sufficient, not to mention others, whether it's President Zhou at Wen Ning's head, or President Jiang who came to her before, who is not better than him, and the hard-earned money of fans in the entertainment circle is floating. To the woman who wants to touch the boss?"
"Maybe there is some gossip, knowing that Wen Ning and the boss broke up, and taking advantage of it? You see that President Jiang hasn't come to her for a while... "
"That's right, and the people she spoke in a secretive manner just now were seen that there was someone in the room, and if she pretended not to be, it must not be President Jiang. You said that if an actress got on with President Jiang, she would not be able to show off hundreds of times a day. , What are you hiding, you are afraid that your path will be too smooth?"
"Isn't it." Someone lowered his voice a little bit, "Just like Yu Xiaoxiao before, she can be proud of herself even if people don't even recognize her."
"Could it be a boat with two pedals? Several men are playing around..."
"Fuck, this is much more arrogant than Yu Xiaoxiao. After all, she is beautiful, and Yu Xiaoxiao loses on that face."
"If you let one of them know, it's okay?"
Yu Xiaoxiao's thoughts on the side were all on the conversation of this group of people. Now even if their voices were soft, she still listened to everything she should have heard. She listened to the ridicule of those people. In her ears, she glanced at the phone in her palm, clenched and clenched, and finally seemed to sink her heart, took a deep breath, and held the phone to make a call.
As time passed, the people in the private room gradually began to play, the atmosphere of drinking and singing was high, and it was very lively.
The entertainment industry is a small network of relationships, and after drinking it, there are many prominent bosses in the circle.
Many small artists are well aware that this is a good opportunity to build relationships, and they have stepped forward to toast and chat with each other and think about the future.
As soon as the wine is in the stomach, people become more arrogant. Wen Ning was sitting quietly on the sofa, and occasionally eating something was too spicy. How could one think that one of the pot-bellied bosses would hold a wine glass and face it directly. She comes.
"Wen Ning, get up, let me introduce. This is Mr. Yang from Qu Huan Entertainment. Mr. Yang is a well-known figure in the entertainment industry. All the artists under his company can be named."
Wen Ning rarely dealt with such occasions, and immediately stood up obediently and smiled: "Hello, Mr. Yang."
"Damn, what are you doing in such a place? Come and have a few drinks with me."
Mr. Yang's face was red, and he was about to put a glass of white wine into Wen Ning's hand. When the director not far away saw this, he frowned and rushed over immediately: "This little girl is not young, she is still studying, don't let it go. She drank it, and it was inappropriate."
Mr. Yang, who is above the alcohol, is someone who can listen to persuasion: "What's wrong with that? Aren't we all little girls in this circle? When drinking, you have to start with a baby. Drink, if you don't drink today, you won't give me face. little girl."
The scene was a little embarrassing for a while, Wen Ning's face was embarrassed, she didn't drink much, but I'm afraid she couldn't refuse this situation. The power of President Yang is not something that can be contested by those present. Maybe it's because of a little actor, and the capitalists are torn apart.
Wen Ning took the glass hesitantly, and when the mouth of the glass was almost put to her mouth, there was a sudden commotion outside the door. Within a few seconds, the white wine glass in her hand was taken away, and the man pointed slightly. Sweeping the back of her hand, it brought a little coldness from the outside.
When she looked up again, she saw that the man who was holding the bag of instant noodles in her room just now appeared neatly dressed, holding her glass of white wine in his hand, and the delicate Adam's apple slid up and down for a moment, and then He drank the wine without a drop, and threw the wine glass on the table beside him.
The man's voice was a little cold: "Mr. Yang, I didn't hear it clearly, who do you want to give you face?"
The author has something to say: President Jiang has been single for too long, and I will soon arrange for him to fall in love or something.
(It's not Twilight Love, she's only eight years older, what about Twilight Love! Shut up! President Jiang is going to hear it!)