After the rebirth, the top idol, he pestered me to announce

Chapter 88

"Everyone is tired." Xiaoya sipped out two small pear dimples. Next to her, Peng Chang was holding two bags of milk tea, and behind her were seven or eight staff members who distributed the milk tea in their hands to everyone: "This is Sister Fei's request. Everyone drink!"

The crowd cheered and rushed over, of course we should drink ice cold milk tea in summer!
"Thank you, Miss Fei!"

"Thank you, Miss Fei!"

Every staff member present has a share.

Peng Chang was speechless. He was watching when Xiaoya placed the order, so he knew the way.

He was even more amazed at Xiaoya's memory, not only Rong Fei's preferences, but also the preferences of other actors in the crew.

While making notes, Xiaoya said, "I don't understand. This is what the assistant needs to do in advance, so as not to make taboos or leave a bad impression on people. You don't have to be friendly, and you don't have to take the initiative to make friends."

This is the way of survival in the entertainment industry. Even though Rong Fei has reached her current position, Xiaoya has always done this. If I had to sum it up in four words, it would probably be the sophistication of the world.

Peng Chang nodded with a half understanding.

"Excuse me, is Ms. Rong Feirong here?" Amidst the laughter, a rough male voice suddenly sounded, and everyone fell silent, looking over.

It was a man wearing a blue takeaway suit who parked a small tricycle not far away, and the onlookers could see that the car was filled with milk tea.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, did they order two rounds of milk tea?
Xiaoya frowned and said, "Our order has arrived, you probably sent it to the wrong place."

The takeaway boy let out a cry, checked the order on his phone, and said strangely: "That's right, the crew of "Flower Blooming", the consignee Rong Fei, take a look."

Xiaoya leaned over to check the phone number of the order. Rong Fei's phone number was 3267, which didn't match the one on the invoice.

But Xiaoya is familiar with this phone number, and she blocked it several times!
Xiaoya said lightly: "Since it's for the crew of "Flower Blooming", let's share it with everyone. I guess some fan ordered it."

She kept silent about Xie Chusheng.

The delivery boy went to unpack the milk tea, Xiaoya walked up to Rong Fei and whispered a few words in his ear.

Rong Fei's expression moved slightly, and she asked the director as if chatting, "Which crew is next door?"

The director thought for a while: "It seems to be "The Legend of An Lan", what's wrong?"

Rong Fei said casually: "When I came in just now, I took a few glances and saw an actor with a pretty good image."

"The image is not bad?" The director thought that Rong Fei wanted to sign someone, "You should be talking about Xie Chusheng, no, I remember that you have cooperated before, so you forgot about him so quickly?"

Rong Fei was noncommittal: "It looks familiar."

As expected, Xie Chusheng was there, and it seemed that he still didn't give up, and wanted to use this little girl's moving trick to try to soften her heart.

Why didn't she see that he was so stupid before.

In the current situation, Xie Chusheng still thinks that there is a chance of redemption.

Rong Fei bent her lips, and changed the subject: "Let's rest for half an hour and start working."

Director: "OK."

The daily expenses of the production team are tens of thousands. In order to save money, everyone stayed in the production team for lunch and break.

The main actors have their own lounges.

However, what Rong Fei didn't expect was that he ran into an acquaintance in the crew.

Shen Wenwen wore a tall bun, with broken bangs hanging on both sides of his cheeks, quite delicate, carrying a bento in his hand, and walked into the main actor's lounge.

Xiaoya also recognized Shen Wenwen, and asked with some doubts: "Why did Miss Shen come here?"

And the blue belt hanging around her neck is obviously the badge of the staff.

The dignified Third Miss of the Shen family turned into a little assistant?

No matter how you think about it, it's impossible.

Rong Fei said, "Just pretend you don't know her."

Hearing this, Xiaoya responded, "Okay."

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In the lounge, the makeup artist was removing Song Zhiwen's makeup again. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a girl in a blue suspender dress walk in. His expression tightened, and he said naturally, "Why are you here?"

Shen Wenwen put the bento on his table and said with a smile: "Of course I came to give you a bento! The food in the crew is not as delicious as what I cook for you."

Song Zhiwen frowned and said, "Wenwen, don't talk nonsense, it's easy to be misunderstood."

Shen Wenwen pouted: "Then there are no outsiders now, and there is nothing wrong with what I said!"

Makeup artists watch their noses and noses and their minds. What they do, they treat everything they see as if they don't see it.

"All right."

The makeup artist took the bag and left.

Knowing that she was unhappy, Song Zhiwen turned around and pulled her to sit on the stool, and said softly: "You know, I have always treated you as my younger sister. It's okay if I heard what you said just now. If outsiders listen, I don't know how to arrange it for you."

"I'm thinking about your reputation. You still have to talk about someone in the future."

Shen Wenwen lowered his head desolately, Song Zhiwen had told her many times that he only regarded her as his younger sister.

But who wants to be his sister!
Song Zhiwen continued: "I managed to win a chance with Director Zhang. After the show airs, if it becomes popular, I can go from the [-]th line to the second and third line. Wenwen, this is very important to me. "

Song Zhiwen almost said "Don't affect my future" bluntly.

But how could Shen Wenwen hear it now, and only felt sorry for him, so he said: "I know, I will pay attention to it in the future."

Song Zhiwen stroked her hair in relief: "Good boy, I'll treat you to a big meal when it's done!"

Shen Wenwen was soothed in an instant, and she bent her lips: "Okay!"

Song Zhiwen finally opened the bento - because Shen Wenwen's cooking was really delicious, he asked with concern: "Wenwen, let's eat together, I can't eat so much."

"I ate before I came here." Shen Wenwen sat on a high stool, dangling his legs.

Her legs are well-shaped, without excess fat.

Song Zhiwen's eyes lingered quietly on her calf for a moment, then nodded: "That's fine."

He met Shen Wenwen by chance, and Song Zhiwen didn't know what she thought of him.

In fact, Shen Wenwen is very pretty, it would be a good choice to be a girlfriend.

But her family background is too ordinary, so ordinary that she can't help him in his career, and if he falls in love, he will lose his girlfriend fans.

Song Zhiwen was not willing to give up the feeling of being taken care of by her, so he hung on to Shen Wenwen.

A little girl can be coaxed into docility with just a few words.

Song Zhiwen quickly finished his lunch, and picked up the script that was put aside: "I have to recite the lyrics for the afternoon, if you feel bored, go out for a stroll."

"Anyway, I'm idle because I'm idle," Shen Wenwen jumped off the chair, "By the way, I went to wash the bento."

If Rong Fei knew that the proud little devil would lay down his body to wash his hands and make soup one day, without touching his fingers, he would probably have to twist her ears to preach.

(End of this chapter)