Qiao Yimo was a little bit chilly, and finally asked Xiao Xiao to call the police and hand him over to the police.
The producer ran over and pretended to care for a few words, "Miss Joe, I didn't expect this to happen, you are fine."
Qiao Yimo smiled politely, but his voice was extremely ironic, "Yes, I'm fine, but you don't treat colleagues in the crew as human beings. If it weren't for the fact that there is Lu Shao behind me, I was violated today. As if you didn’t see it?"
"Miss Qiao, what do you mean by this?" The producer looked a little ugly, "I don't want to see this happen either. We were looking for technicians and we didn't find their moral character corrupted. Let this happen again."
Qiao Yimo sneered at this kind of official speech, too lazy to continue arguing with him, just said lightly, "I hope you can remember."
This kind of thing in the entertainment industry is staged every day. She doesn't have the ability to manage them one by one, and she doesn't have the obligation to talk to others. It's not bad that she can manage herself well. She just asks not to let her see it again next time.
In the lounge, the woman curled up on the sofa was still shaking.
Qiao Yimo sat beside him with a solemn expression, not knowing what he was thinking.
Xiao Xiao shook his head and sighed, "The best way is to keep her away from here. She has no power, no background and no background. Struggling at this bottom level, she is like a life in hell. If you save her once today, there will be another one, nothing can be changed What's more, her delicate face, dressed up to be no worse than those celebrities, will naturally become the prey of the big masters behind the scenes."
Qiao Yimo's brows tightened, her pretty face was cold, and she raised her hand to caress Zheng Yun's shoulder. For a moment, she suddenly raised her eyes and looked at Xiao Xiao, her eyes bright, "I remember you said that there is still Missing an assistant."
"..."
A few days later, Zheng Yun recovered and remained on the crew, but her identity changed from a stylist on the crew to her personal assistant.
The previous two-person line has also become a three-person line.
Occasionally, when Xiao Xiao is not there, Zheng Yun is also taking care of her, which makes Qiao Yimo a lot more convenient.
After finishing work in the afternoon, she was sitting in the car Xiao Xiao was driving. She couldn't help but ask, "Why do you have to stay in this circle? Obviously other jobs can also help you settle down."
Artists usually have a
Star dream, or just want more money.
Zheng Yun lowered his head and smiled bitterly: "I just love this business and do more looks that the audience likes, but I didn't expect it to be far more difficult than I thought, but I still want to continue."
Qiao Yimo's eyes moved slightly, "Doesn't I mean wronged you for being an assistant?"
"No!" Zheng Yun suddenly raised his eyes and shook his head immediately, "If you believe me, I can also be your personal stylist. I will work hard."
Seeing her as if she was afraid of being driven away, Qiao Yimo chuckled and laughed, "Making you, I can do whatever you want to be a stylist, but I can't afford to pay two wages now."
She also laughed, bending her eyebrows, her delicate and fresh air, "Sister Yimo can give as much as she wants."
"Ha ha… "
…
A few days later, the crew was going to another city to shoot the scene, and the filming was suspended, and Qiao Yimo went to relax.
On a whim, she made a meal at home and planned to take it to the company for Fu Sinian.
Packing the lunch box, she went to the company directly by subway. She had a complete set of masks and sunglasses and was not recognized along the way, which made her feel good.
She was stopped at the front desk of the building.
"Miss, who are you looking for?"
"I'm looking for Fu, Mr. Fu."
"Do you have an appointment, please?"
"... No..." She knew that appointments were usually required, but she just didn't.
"Sorry, miss, you can't go in."
The lady at the front desk smiled politely, but she was disdainful in her heart. These women really don't know what is good or bad. Every day there are so many people who come to them, Mr. Fu, and they can't beat them.
Qiao Yimo raised his wrist and looked at his watch, wondering: "But isn't it time for lunch break now?"
The smile on the face of the lady at the front desk finally disappeared, her tone was a bit cold, "Miss, you have no appointment, we will not let you in, besides, if you are armed like this, it is easy to make people suspect that you are a gangster, then I will be more I can’t let you in. If you don’t leave, I’ll have to call the security guard.”
"..."
Qiao Yimo felt wronged, she didn't want to be like this, it was troublesome to be recognized.
Just at this moment, the corner of her eyes caught a glimpse of a figure coming out from the inside and was about to go out. With joy in her eyes, she ran over quickly, "Jiang Yi!"
Jiang Yi often heard someone call himself
Ji, he was taken aback for a moment, and then he looked at the unknown person rushing towards him.
Looking closely at his figure, his face changed slightly, lowered his voice, and said: "Madam? Why did you come suddenly?"
"I..." Qiao Yimo was suddenly embarrassed. Fortunately, she was covered by sunglasses and mask. After hesitating for a second, she smiled embarrassedly, "I'm here to find him something."
Jiang Yi frowned, "But President Fu is still in a meeting now."
"..." Qiao Yimo stunned, then a little lost, and said in a low voice: "I'm still in a meeting, so busy, don't you need to eat?"
Jiang Yi saw the package in her hand, but understood something, and then smiled, "Well, the meeting will be over soon, I will take you to his office and wait."
When he said this, an assistant seemed to have forgotten his own president's once instructed him not to mention anything about Qiao Yimo in the company.
On the top floor of the building, Qiao Yimo followed Jiang Yi to Fu Sinian's office, and there was no one inside.
Empty ****, extremely deserted and abstinent.
"Madam, just wait here for a few minutes, and Mr. Fu will come out soon."
Qiao Yimo glanced cautiously at the huge presidential office, nodding his head, "Oh oh, you go ahead."
Jiang Yi smiled, "Then I will go first."
"Go ahead."
In fact, Jiang Yi really wants to stay. He really wants to see his CEO's expression when he sees his wife suddenly appearing here. It will be wonderful.
After all, this is the first time for the wife to come here.
After Jiang Yi left, Qiao Yimo carefully placed the package on the table, then took off his sunglasses and mask, revealing a delicate white face.
She looked at this gray-white office with some fear, with huge floor-to-ceiling windows on three sides, gray gauze curtains swaying softly in the wind, and the bright and calm room lining, like the temperament of that man.
I don't know if Jiang Yi deliberately lied to her or something went wrong at the meeting. Qiao Yimo waited in the office for more than an hour, and finally fell asleep directly on the sofa.
What Fu Sinian saw when he returned to the office was like that. The woman was leaning against the back of the sofa with her body tilted halfway, her naked white arms arbitrarily placed next to her, half of her face under soft long hair, she was beautiful, The surrounding gray tones have a touch of cool and white ancient charm, quiet and weak.
(End of this chapter)