Chen Sheng called directly. Pei Ying saw the name displayed on the screen, hurriedly swallowed the bread in his mouth, and sat up from the sofa: "Mr. Chen."
"Well, Xiao Pei, there is an online idol drama, directed by Zeng Feiming, and we need a female lead. The filmmakers originally wanted Tao Tao to play, but she may not be able to schedule her. Do you want to take it?"
Pei Ying's slender eyelashes trembled twice. She felt that Tao Tao should not be able to make the schedule, but was unwilling to take the second female lead. After all, the TV series she was broadcasting had good ratings, and she was currently the most popular artist in the studio. But in Pei Ying's situation, it was always her job that chose her, not her job, so she nodded with her phone: "I can do it."
Chen Shengdao: "Then I will send your information to the filmmaker, and I will reply to you when I have news. Although she is still a second female lead, this time she is a good friend of the female lead, and the investment is also larger than the one you received last time."
"Okay, thank you Mr. Chen."
Chen Sheng answered and hung up the phone.
Pei Ying thought it would take at least a day or two before she would get a reply, but Chen Sheng sent her a new WeChat message before she could finish eating a piece of bread: "Director Zeng, the producer and the management are currently working on it. The world is home to eat, you go directly now."
The specific address is also attached at the end.
Pei Ying thought for a while and replied, "Okay."
Chen Sheng: I sent the character information to your email, you can take a look while you are on the road and show it well.
Pei Ying: Okay.
Pei Ying put away her phone and walked to Ren Shanshan: "Shanshan, I'm going to see the director now, so I won't have dinner with you."
Ren Shanshan raised her head, but her eyes were still lingering in the photos on the screen: "What director are you in such a hurry to see? You didn't eat at noon."
"No way, I finally got a job, of course I have to be active." Pei Ying slung her bag on her shoulders, and walked downstairs in a hurry without waiting for Ren Shanshan to answer.
After leaving the studio, she still took a taxi to the world. On the way, she read the email sent to her by Chen Sheng on her mobile phone. This character is still a daughter of daughters, but this time she is gentle and kind, and she is the heroine's caring little padded jacket.
This kind of role is not difficult for Pei Ying. Although she is not a professional, she has learned a lot in the three years since her debut. Not only did she fail the acting class arranged by the studio, but the actual shooting on the spot also made her She has accumulated some experience.
After she had a general grasp of the role, the taxi just stopped at the gate of Tianxiaju.
This is a high-end Chinese restaurant. Pei Ying rarely comes here. She reported the private room information to the welcome guest at the door, and soon a special waiter came to lead her in.
When the atmospheric double doors were pushed open by the waiter, Pei Ying took a light breath.
The movement here caught the attention of the people in the room, and everyone looked towards the door.
Among the unfamiliar faces, Pei Ying saw the man at first sight—the third son of the Song family, Song Nanchuan, who spent 2 billion to invest in film and television.
He was wearing a light-colored suit and tilted his head slightly, his short black hair casting a light shadow on his skin.
Only from this angle did Pei Ying realize that there was a tear mole under the corner of his left eye.
"Xiao Pei is here." A thick middle-aged male voice pulled Pei Ying's attention back, she took her eyes away from Song Nanchuan, and said something to disturb the people in the room.
Director Zeng Feiming stood up from his chair and pointed at Pei Ying to introduce to everyone: "This is Pei Ying, beautiful Pei. President Chen recommended her to play Tang Feifei, so I called her over."
After he finished speaking, he introduced the people at the table to her: "This is Producer Yuan, this is Mr. Zhu, our biggest investor, this..." His four fingers together were facing Song Nanchuan, "This is I have to solemnly introduce the now famous young talent, Song Nanchuan, President Song."
"Hello, Mr. Song." Pei Ying nodded politely to him, and there was tension in her voice that only she could detect.
Song Nanchuan raised his thin lips slightly and nodded to her.
"Didn't you say Tao Tao was here to play, why did you change someone?"
It was Mr. Zhu who was speaking. He was in his forties this year, with a slightly fat body and the iconic beer belly of a middle-aged man. Pei Ying took advantage of the situation to look at him, and only then noticed that Xie Han was sitting next to him. That's right, the Xie Han who "appeared to be intimate" with Song Nanchuan yesterday.
Pei Ying's eyes flickered slightly, Xie Han was being hugged by President Zhu, and the expression on his face was unnatural.
Pei Ying knew what the situation was. When she read the information just now, she already knew that Xie Han was the heroine of this web drama.
"Tao Tao's schedule couldn't come, so President Chen recommended Pei Ying." Zeng Feiming answered Mr. Zhu's question with a smile. Mr. Zhu's eyes swept over Pei Ying a few times, and his eyes almost disappeared: "Miss Pei is better than Tao Tao, I'm optimistic about you."
The corners of Pei Ying's mouth moved, but she still kept a smile on her face. Zeng Feiming beckoned to her and said, "Come on, give Mr. Zhu a toast."
Pei Ying walked over and looked at the white wine he handed over, feeling a little embarrassed: "I'm not good at drinking, I dare not touch white wine, can I drink red wine?"
Before Zeng Feiming could speak, Xie Han in Mr. Zhu's arms smiled and said, "President Zhu just likes that you are not good at drinking."
President Zhu laughed hahaha, and Pei Ying looked at Xie Han calmly. She knew that Xie Han wanted to use her as a life-saving straw. When she came, she might be able to escape.
However, Zeng Feiming still gave her a glass of red wine: "Red wine is red wine, as long as you like it."
Pei Ying glanced at him gratefully, and clinked with Mr. Zhu with a wine glass. She drank half a glass of red wine in one breath, and Mr. Zhu applauded next to him: "Cheer up, Xiao Pei, just sit next to me."
Everyone didn't speak, and Pei Ying couldn't brush his face, so he pulled the chair next to him and sat down. The dinner table chatted again soon, and in the midst of the tangle, Pei Ying felt that President Zhu's hand was on his thigh.
She turned to the side and avoided his hand. Soon, Mr. Zhu's hand came up again, and he was more presumptuous than before. Pei Ying frowned invisibly. Although she knew that pleasing Mr. Zhu would help her win the role, everyone's bottom line was different, and there were some things she really couldn't do.
She turned to the side again, intending to leave the seat early on the grounds of physical discomfort.
As soon as he put down his chopsticks, a gorgeous and noble voice like a violin sounded opposite: "Miss Pei only toasts Mr. Zhu's wine, isn't it good?"
It was Song Nanchuan.
His voice made Pei Ying lose his mind for a moment, but Zeng Feiming finally recalled her sanity: "I blame me, I was negligent, Xiao Pei, go and offer a toast to President Song."
"Oh, good." Pei Ying stood up, picked up the red wine glass in front of him, and walked to Song Nanchuan, "Mr. Song, I respect you."
Song Nanchuan also picked up the wine glass, and clinked with her like a little bit of water. The clear glass made a slight crunch, as if it hit Pei Ying's heart: "Are you going to dry it again? Red wine is not like this, sit down. Taste slowly."
As if to confirm his statement, his thin lips only took a sip of red wine, and then evoked a slight arc towards Pei Ying.
Pei Ying was stunned for a moment, followed him and took a sip of red wine, then sat down beside him.
The atmosphere on the table changed again. Mr. Zhu's face on the opposite side was a little ugly, but he didn't say anything. Instead, Xie Han suddenly stood up with a glass of wine: "Then let me give Mr. Song another drink."
After she finished speaking, she was about to leave, but was pulled back by President Zhu: "What do you do? Seeing that President Song is handsome, you will all run over there, right?"
Xie Han smiled awkwardly, and sat down again: "Where is Mr. Zhu, I will honor you with this cup, which is an apology."
Seeing that she had finished drinking a glass of wine, Mr. Zhu's face finally softened.
Pei Ying took the dish in front of her with chopsticks and ate silently.
Because anyone in the room had more weight than her, she was embarrassed to turn the table, but the dishes in front of her kept changing, and after eating for a while, she realized that it was Song Nanchuan.
Every time he put his hand on the turntable, a new dish stopped in front of her.
It was such a trivial move that Pei Ying was easily moved. Although she couldn't see anything on her face, her affection for Song Nanchuan soared in her heart.
Not only is he handsome, he also helped her out of the siege just now, and now he is carefully helping her turn the dishes. The most important thing is that she has been sitting beside him for so long, and he has not made any small moves beyond the norm, and has always been polite to her. the distance.
Pei Ying thought that this was the real son of a noble family, polite and self-disciplined, and he knew how to respect women. It's no wonder that when Xie Han "appeared to be intimate" with him yesterday, he laughed so hard that his mouth was almost grinning to the back of his ears, and now he is sitting next to Mr. Zhu with a patient expression on his face.
After a meal, Pei Ying drank the glass of red wine that Song Nanchuan had offered to Song Nanchuan before, and never touched the wine again. After the bill was settled, Mr. Zhu still wanted to sing, so he warmly invited Pei Ying: "Miss Pei, let's go to ktv together."
Pei Ying smiled at him: "I'm sorry, Mr. Zhu, I have something to do later, so I won't go to ktv with you guys, you guys have fun."
President Zhu sneered: "I've already spoken, but beautiful Pei is still so disrespectful?"
Pei Ying still smiled and said, "I'm really sorry, I really can't go."
President Zhu raised the corner of his mouth coldly, and walked out with Xie Han, who was half-pushed. Pei Ying went to the world alone and planned to take a taxi home. A black Maybach drove up and stopped right in front of her.
Song Nanchuan, who was talking to Director Zeng, came out and said to Pei Ying who was standing at the door, "Miss Pei, if you don't mind, I'll take you home."
"Ah...?" Before Pei Ying could react, Song Nanchuan had already sat in the Maybach and raised his head slightly to look at her.
At this terrible angle again, the tear mole under the corner of his left eye seemed to confuse people under the rendering of the light.
Song Nanchuan's image in Pei Ying's mind now is that of a tall and upright gentleman, so she didn't hesitate, and sat in there: "Thank you, President Song."
Song Nanchuan nodded at her with a slight smile, and closed the car door gently.
It was very quiet in the car, and Pei Ying couldn't help feeling embarrassed. She thought about it for a while, and asked Song Nanchuan with a smile, "Don't Mr. Song go out to sing with Zeng and them?"
Song Nanchuan said, "No, I also have something to deal with."
"Oh..." The brief conversation ended, and the car fell silent again. Pei Ying racked her brains to find other topics to chat with him. After working hard for a long time, she found that she and a CEO worth hundreds of millions had nothing in common to talk about.
Song Nanchuan, who had been silent for a while, seemed to chuckle lightly, picked up the tablet in the car and started watching the news.
Pei Ying glanced at him. Did he watch the news to avoid the embarrassment of the two being silent about each other
Anyway, since his attention was on the news, she really wasn't so embarrassed. She turned her head and concentrated on the scenery outside the window.
After arriving at the residence, Pei Ying breathed a sigh of relief. She unbuckled her seat belt and politely said to Song Nanchuan, "Mr. Song, I'm here, thank you for sending me back."
Song Nanchuan raised his head and glanced at the apartment building outside the window, then smiled at Pei Ying: "You don't have to call me President Song all the time, just call me by my name."
Pei Ying's heart beat fast because of his words. She didn't know what to say, so she smiled and said thank you to him again, opened the car door and walked out.
A gust of night wind just happened to blow, and Pei Ying's fiery red skirt, which was even more eye-catching at night, also rose gently with the wind.
Song Nanchuan was sitting in the car, watching her step on the petals and walking away gradually, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows and whistling: "These legs are really good."