Fu Xiao took out the contract for the little sugar cake again and called Xiao Yun, the brokerage company.
After hanging up the phone, Fu Xiao glanced gently over the boy in the video.
Below the singing video, some people praised him as the voice of nature. Fu Xiao took a closer look and found that this comment was still a popular comment.
He raised his head, outside the glass, the black-haired boy's mouth was curved, holding a half-height document, but he passed through the crowd effortlessly and lightly, occasionally passing by his powerful female subordinates, who used the usual workplace He smiled and teased the young man with a smile that he could never see on his face, and stuffed a few pieces of chocolate into the young man's pocket.
Sound of Heaven
Fu Xiao smiled and shook his head.
Video studio backstage.
"The Voice of Heaven?" Feng Jiaming looked at the video reposted on Weibo on his phone, showing a sarcastic smile, red nails deeply clasping his fair skin.
When she first debuted, she was called the Voice of Heaven.
And now the youth is also the voice of heaven.
This is too short-sighted, seeing her stepping on top, treating her as a dead person
What's more, she remembered that before, she and the actor Rong Hang were on a variety show, and it was this one named Yi Ning who gave her a lot of embarrassment. He didn't believe it because it was a coincidence. How could there be such a coincidence
What's more, a newcomer can't do these things with some brains.
Her intuition told herself that this newcomer was targeting her.
Fortunately, she found the producer of the show and cut that part out. There was something wrong with the show before, count the time, it should be broadcast soon.
At that time, she will also ask her agent to keep an eye on it, so as not to be found by her black fans.
She stood up, threw the phone aside carelessly, and said to the door, "Little Wang?" Where did the little Wang from the show team go
She just asked Xiao Wang to prepare room temperature water for her, why hasn't it come yet
This little king is always procrastinating.
Feng Jiaming frowned and opened the door, walking towards the side corridor.
As soon as she got close, she heard two people talking at the corner.
"I really envy you following Feng Jiaming, I heard you have a good temper."
Another person complained bitterly: "How is it possible, because Feng Jiaming can sing a few songs by himself, it is very difficult to serve, even the water he drinks has to be kept at a fixed temperature, he has never shown me a good face, and good temper is a coax. fans."
Feng Jiaming's face was ashen, just about to go out and scold, embarrassing the two talkative people.
Who knows that there is another way—
"However, you won't be able to serve her for long. I heard that the director thinks she is too expensive, and has a stern face. The effect of the show is average, so I decided to change someone."
Feng Jiaming frowned, what does this mean
"The little boy who was very popular on the Internet some time ago, the one who sang to the cat, I heard that he is also an artist of Xingchen. The director is trying to contact him."
"Can this work?"
"Whether he can do it or not, anyway, everyone is guessing the identity of the little boy now, and he can always grab a wave of popularity."
It's that Yi Ning again!
Hearing all this, Feng Jiaming still didn't understand.
She had signed a short contract with the program team before. She originally thought that the renewal of the contract would come naturally, but she did not expect that the director team had long wanted to cross the river and demolish the bridge.
Thinking of the face when the director team begged her to come, she couldn't help but sink, but she has been in the entertainment industry for so many years and knows that she can't tear her face at this time.
After all, whether or not to renew the contract is the freedom of both parties, and she can only admit that she is unlucky.
But it was impossible for her to swallow this breath.
Not to mention that Yi Ning!
Feng Jiaming repeated the name in his heart, and coldness flashed across his eyes.
She wouldn't just be mounted on top of her head by a newcomer.
Push open the lounge door.
In the lounge, her agent had returned, and she came in from outside and said casually, "Jia Ming, the show will start soon, don't run around."
Feng Jiaming glanced at the agent, walked over to the mirror, and straightened her hair in front of the mirror. The woman in the mirror was looking good, she bent the corners of her mouth, then turned to the agent and said, "Sister, I remember you. There's Old Wu's phone number."
Lao Liu is the head of a marketing company in the industry, and he has some tricks. The entertainment industry has always been a puddle of muddy water, and she can't be as naive as before when she is in this position today.
Hearing the name, the agent immediately asked alertly, "What's the matter? Who do you want to deal with? It's a troubled time, don't make trouble."
Feng Jiaming raised his eyebrows and said, "Just a newcomer without long eyes."
The agent breathed a sigh of relief, and then disapproved: "The most important thing now is to have a relationship with the director of Nebula TV." Nebula TV will host a large-scale party with the national official media this year. If Feng Jiaming can make a final appearance, in this circle The status can certainly be improved.
The old man surnamed Wu on Nebula TV was not easy to pass up.
Feng Jiaming's face flashed: "Sister, I don't want to cause trouble, but I'm being bullied to the top of my head now. I can tell the difference. I have asked someone to find one and Wutai. A cat that looks exactly like a dead cat." I heard that the most precious thing about Wu Taichang is his cat, which looks like his own son.
The agent's eyes lit up, and he ignored the newcomer Feng Jiaming said: "I'll ask someone to contact Director Wu."
Feng Jiaming walked up to her and reminded: "Sister, that newcomer."
The agent didn't care: "I'll call Lao Liu now."
Feng Jiaming nodded in satisfaction.
Not everyone can use the name "Sound of Sounds".
In Fu Xiao's office.
Delicate red cherries topped the pink cake on the desk.
Su Zening looked at the limited edition delicious cherry cake on Fu Xiao's desk, looked at Fu Xiao hesitantly and said, "This is for me?"
Fu Xiao nodded expressionlessly. Seeing that Su Zening didn't eat too much at noon, he specially ordered it from the dessert shop. He said: "This cherry cake is the signature, you can try it."
If someone told Fu Xiao a year ago that one day he would store a bunch of phone numbers from dessert shops on his phone, he wouldn't believe it, but now.
Not only does he have a bunch of mobile phones, he can even know the signs of every dessert shop in the city.
Su Zening's eyes lit up, then he seemed to think of something, raised his eyes and looked at Fu Xiao secretly from time to time.
Fu Xiao, who was too familiar with this expression, said alertly, "What are you thinking?"
Su Zening held a fork in his hand, and hesitantly said, "It's nothing, I just want to eat this cake in another way."
Don't want to use a fork
Fu Xiao heaved a sigh of relief and said, "As you wish."
Su Zening was surprised: "Really?"
Fu Xiao: He suddenly had a bad feeling.
Su Zening looked around, and then saw the sofa light up, and he trotted to the sofa.
Fu Xiao: ? ?
After a while, a snow-white cat emerged from the layers of clothes, with bright blue eyes, jumped onto his table, and wrapped the cake with his body. Originally, the cake was only the size of a boy's slap, but now it has him. One third of them are big, the cat looked up at Fu Xiao and meowed proudly.
Fu Xiao, who understood the meaning of small sugar cakes at a glance: ! ! !
Also, the smaller the body, the more cake.
Fu Xiao simply admires the imagination and ingenuity of the little sugar cake, especially when eating it.
The little sugar cake cherished the prettiest cherries on the cake aside, saved the most delicious things for last, and buried her head happily.
Fu Xiao looked at the small sugar cake, took a deep breath, opened his eyes, and stretched his fingers out of his breath to pick up the plumpest cherry on the cake.
The little sugar cake looked at Fu Xiao pitifully.
Fu Xiao expressionlessly put the cherry to the mouth of the small sugar cake.
The azure blue eyes of the little candy cake twitched, took a bite, but fluttered.
Little Sugar Cake looked at Fu Xiao suspiciously.
Fu Xiao was still expressionless, and put the cherry not far from his mouth.
Little Sugar Cake couldn't help thinking, it was probably an accident just now, so he wagged his tail again and bit down happily, but he still fluttered.
Fu Xiao teased the little sugar cake expressionlessly.
The small sugar cake, who refused to admit defeat, followed the cherry and jumped around, and was out of breath after a while.
Half an hour later, Su Zening came out of the office in a light sweat, contented, and couldn't help burping.
Xiao Liu believes that he is one of the most outstanding young talents in the Xingchen Group, and his life in the first 20 years can be said to be smooth sailing.
This went well until he met Yi Ning.
Yi Ning is simply five elements to overcome him.
Accidentally seeing through the adultery between the boss and Yi Ning, and then being discovered by Secretary Zhang, is the most regrettable thing in his life, no one.
Thinking of Secretary Zhang's threat to warn him to keep his mouth shut, Xiao Liu couldn't help shaking with fear.
He looked at Yi Ning who came out of Mr. Fu's office with messy shirts and red cheeks.
Xiao Liu was almost desperate.
He can control his own mouth, but he can't control the two of them, so he almost wrote "We are in love" on his face.
Let's not talk about Yi Ning's blushing cheeks and sweaty shy look after he came out of Mr. Fu, does it take half an hour to send a document
That's half an hour!
And it is winter now, even if the central air conditioner in their office is 20 degrees all year round, it is not easy to sweat all over.
In the past half hour, President Fu also locked the office staff.
It's simply stealing the bell.
Don't blame him for his filthy thoughts, not to mention that he couldn't be more pure than the two who did this kind of thing.
After half an hour of being alone and widowed in the same room, Yi Ning came out shy and shy with red cheeks, messy clothes and thin sweat, except to be that...
Is it possible to run in there
With a sigh, Xiao Liu's phone kept ringing again and again.
Xiao Liu’s WeChat messages on his mobile phone kept reminding him this afternoon, and Xiao Liu never had time to look at it. Now that he clicked on WeChat, he realized that it was a gossip group in the company that kept ringing and seemed to be talking about some gossip—
There is a beep, and there is new information. It is a forwarded message, a forwarded post "hype, step on people, stinky face, the road to the top of the 18-line scheming newcomer"
What is this? Xiao Liu opened it casually, looked at the photo in the uploaded post, and widened his eyes.
That person in the post, how could it be, could be—