The soft voice, with a hint of coquettishness and complaint... To Qiao Mohan's ears, it was like something suddenly hitting his heart.
Shocking—
Qiao Mohan looked towards the door unconsciously.
"What's going on?" He subconsciously asked the assistant beside him.
Assistant He Zhang stretched his neck to take a look and immediately replied, "It seems that the director and the male lead of this play are at the door of the private room. They must be drunk."
Are you drunk
So you have to curse, Qiao Mohan, you bastard
Qiao Shao's almond-shaped eyes suddenly turned cold, and there was a hint of playfulness at the corners of his upturned lips.
He knew that the director of this play, Su Qing, was a woman, and that she was making independent films abroad, which seemed very impressive.
It’s not that Qiao Mohan doesn’t appreciate the kind of people who pursue art and don’t bow to money or power.
But now that he has paid the money and signed the contract, he is acting like a big shot and throwing a tantrum. Isn't he taking Qiao Mohan too lightly
The evil and frivolous look in the man's eyes disappeared, and he said coldly to his subordinates: "Please ask them to come over and see him."
Assistant He Zhang nodded and immediately went to the door to pass on the message.
After a while, Yi Nanfeng's agent came over with Yi Nanfeng and the little woman in Yi Nanfeng's arms, whose face was flushed and who seemed to be quite drunk.
Cute chestnut short hair, a pink and upturned nose, a small mouth, and misty almond eyes.
Su Qing in Yi Nanfeng's arms was even more charming and lovely than Qiao Mohan had imagined.
Just—short hair
Seeing the little woman in Yi Nanfeng's arms, Qiao Mohan's dark eyebrows unconsciously frowned.
He subconsciously felt that this woman shouldn't have this hairstyle.
Such a cute and delicate face should have long hair, long hair that falls on her shoulders, and then a slender hand will tuck her hair behind her ears.
Her pink little face would turn slightly red with a hint of embarrassment.
This is how a woman should be.
"Mr. Qiao, Mr. Qiao—" the assistant called out Qiao Mohan in a low voice.
Director Su and Yi Nanfeng are both here, why did Master Qiao suddenly stop talking
Qiao Mohan finally came back to his senses from his trance. A hint of confusion flashed across his upturned almond-shaped eyes, but he soon regained clarity.
"Are you Yi Nanfeng? I've seen your play, and you acted well. I hope this play can also become a big hit with your fame and traffic."
These were very polite words. Yi Nanfeng nodded slightly and said a few polite words.
His agent is a gold medal agent in the circle, very good at socializing, and kept saying this to liven up the atmosphere.
At this time, Qiao Mohan's eyes seemed to fall inadvertently on Yi Nanfeng's arms, and he said lightly: "Is Director Su okay? Are you drunk?"
Although he was not familiar with her and it was even the first time they met, Qiao Mohan found that his sight and attention were always consciously or unconsciously attracted to this drunken woman with squinting eyes.
Mr. Qiao, who has always only cared about beautiful stars, actually started to care about directors as well.
Yi Nanfeng subconsciously wanted to hold Su Qing in his arms to cover her confused and blushing face.
But his agent spoke first: "Yes, yes, Director Su is a woman after all, and she can't handle the alcohol after a few drinks. Speaking of which, Director Su and Qiao Shao are old acquaintances. The film "The Concubine's Ascension" that Qiao and Tang collaborated on a few years ago was also shot by Director Su."
"The Story of a Favorite Concubine's Ascension to the Throne?" Qiao Mohan's brows furrowed even tighter.
He thought about how a few years ago, in order to help his good friend Lu Yuchen's family, Qiao Corporation cooperated with Tang Corporation and invested in the filming of a costume drama.
But for some reason, he had no memory of this director named Su Qing.
Perhaps it was because the woman named Su Qing was just a rookie and unknown figure at the time.
"Oh, Mr. Qiao, I'm tired... I want to go back and rest..." At this moment, Lin Shasha, who felt that her attention was stolen, spoke in a delicate and coquettish voice.
Even a woman like Su Qing would never be able to compete with her for a man.
But Lin Shasha didn't want Qiao Mohan's gaze to stay on her for too long.
The update is complete, and I will continue tomorrow afternoon~ muah~ (to be continued)