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Chapter 24

"Boss!" Fu Shihuai bent down and said, "Hello, I am Fu Shihuai."

He actually introduced him, "This is my senior, Cheng Xuran."

Sitting in the driver's seat is a man in his forties. He looks elegant and steady, not angry but powerful. His eyes look over at him calmly, which makes people feel heavy.

Don't be friends with social cows in this life, otherwise you may experience [-] kinds of social disgust.

Cheng Xuran rushed to the shelves and said hello: "Hello, boss."

Those eyes looking at people are black and clear, with a clear line between the two.

There is a power that hits people's hearts in the dark.

"Is there something wrong?" The man looked at them and opened his mouth slowly.

With gentle scrutiny.

There is nothing to say about that aura, although his appearance is mediocre, it is very in line with Cheng Xuran's guess about this cutting-edge new capitalist.

"It's okay, boss. We'll just say hello to you. After all, we don't have many chances to see you. It would be a pity if we just watched your car pass by without saying a word." Fu Shihuai smiled.

Comparing with the man's aura, he is completely silly, sweet, and heartless, which fits perfectly with that stupid beauty face.

He enthusiastically pointed at Cheng Xuran and said, "Boss, please remember that Mr. Cheng's acting skills are very good, definitely better than Mrs. Fu Lingyi's acting skills. Boss, you have a good eye. If you have any resources, you should consider sister Xuran first."

boss:"……"

I have seen flattery, but I have never seen such a straightforward sales.

He turned his head imperceptibly, as if waiting for something.

A low cough sounded from behind the car, the tone was extremely cold and hoarse.

In the silence, stir the hearing.

Cheng Xuran couldn't help taking a look, but it's a pity that the inside of the Rolls-Royce had raised the baffle, so she couldn't see anything. The only thing that impressed her was - expensive.

How many dramas does it take to afford this car, so let's just sell her.

The man then spoke, with a somewhat dignified and distant expression: "Do you two have anything else to say?"

Clear attitude.

I don't want to get involved in anything.

"Yes!" Fu Shihuai said impassionedly.

"I'm sorry, he's a new trainee. Boss, please leave first." Cheng Xuran smiled and dragged Fu Shihuai to the back, maintaining professionalism and a humble attitude, "Excuse me."

Girls' voices are very special and very recognizable. They are different from the sweetness and softness of ordinary women, but they are cool and pleasant, with a sense of foundation.

The sound of falling white pear blossoms.

Uncle Li took another look at Cheng Xuran, which seemed to contain profound meaning: "Ms. Cheng's handwriting is so lifelike?"

Cheng Xuran was slightly startled: "Yes."

On the first day of the game, the big name was blacklisted by the boss.

"It sounds good." Uncle Li lowered the car window, blocking the sight of outsiders, and drove away.

rear seat.

Song Yanqing leaned back on the seat, sitting upright, with a cold expression, and closed his eyes to rest.

Uncle Li thought of the horn that Qinggui and Mr. Song impatiently asked him to honk, thought for a moment, and said with a smile.

"Miss Cheng is your classmate. It's a good thing that you reminisce about old friendship..."

"Is she?" Song Yanqing opened his eyes without any disturbance.

In the rear car mirror, the parking lot behind was reflected, and the figures of two people talking gradually faded away.

The boy smiled brightly.

"Click."

The pulley of the black and silver frosted lighter was rubbed by someone vigorously, making a light and breezy sound, and the finger bones were slender and white.

Song Yanqing didn't look at it any more.

"Master, where are you going?" Uncle Li asked.

"Mori Yen Tea House."

Uncle Li looked in the rear car mirror: "The house in Baihe Xincheng has been renovated, the young master doesn't want to live in a hotel, so you can move in in a few days."

Picking up people in the old town in the morning, walking through the muddy driveway, this may be the most glorious experience of Rolls-Royce in this life.

I don’t know why Song Yanqing stayed here.

"Say more."

He cherished his words like gold, untied the black tie with one hand, and opened the collar slightly. The torn tie matched the white shirt. The suit was put aside by the owner, his movements were tepid.

For no reason, revealing a seven-point lazy abstinence.

"So it turns out that Shaodong's parents are like this! Sister, we must be the first people to see Shaodong's family. If we tell people about it, we can brag about it for 100 years."

"Don't be so rash in the future. Not everyone has a good temper." Cheng Xuran felt that this trainee brother was sometimes too naive. At the age of ten, he was well protected by his family.

She frowned, and the indistinct cough still echoed in her ears, suppressed very low, expressing infinite coldness and dignity.

Some... familiar.

"I know, it's okay, sister Xuran." Fu Shihuai said seriously, with reddish ears, "It doesn't matter if the young master doesn't appreciate it this time, just show your face this time. When I get out of the way, I will definitely make my sister fire all over the country!"

Yes, I blush very easily.

"Need not."

What script did you get, Long Aotian?

It was mid-March, the sky was blue like washing, the sky was cloudy, and the spring breeze was blowing, and the snow-white petals fell all over the ground.

Nanqiao is also known as Sakura City. Every year from March to April, the cherry blossoms are most beautiful when they are in full bloom, with a pleasant fragrance and white petals floating all over the city. Walking on the streets feels like being in a movie, and taking a photo will also make a blockbuster picture.

The scene of the press conference shrouded under the cherry blossom trees is magnificent.

The press conference has just ended.

The event of this press conference is about the recent hit drama "Passing Away".

The show became a hit, and every actor took advantage of it.

Fans of the show love to watch tidbits, and at this time, the crew members are invited to hold press conferences, interviews and activities, just to gain popularity while it is hot.

"It would be great if the male and female protagonists are here, and more people will pay attention to this press conference." The staff member held the camera and sighed.

It's a pity that the main characters are not present, only the director of the crew and a few small actors playing supporting roles are present, which is really not interesting.

I'm afraid that when the edited version of the interview is sent out, and there will be a live connection, there won't be many drama fans watching it.

After all, they are all about the protagonist.

"How can we afford to invite top-tier male stars? Have you forgotten how to reject us? The team's eyes are higher than the top, and they don't care about this popularity at all."

Another said sadly: "Now that Mr. Cheng is popular, we can't afford to hire him."

They looked at each other, heartbroken: "Why is the organizer so poor!"

"Wait—who is that?!"

Cheng Xuran walked over carrying a paper bag. She was very low-key, wearing a white mask. Her face was small, but now she only showed a pair of dark and clear eyes, and the few strands of hair scattered on her forehead were as soft as ebony.

"Director Zhao, good afternoon." Cheng Xuran said with a smile.

"Xuran!" The director, who was passing by in a hurry, was sitting on the ground drinking mineral water, carefree, seeing her, he was very surprised and pleasantly surprised.

We had been together on the same crew day and night for four months, and our relationship was very good.

Director Zhao is a big man who looks very rough. He has a delicate and exquisite style in filming. Cheng Xuran respects the script seriously. The two admire each other like confidants. After the filming of the film, they have kept in touch.

"I heard that your press conference is here, let's take a look." Cheng Xuran said with a smile, without any airs.

"It's not just me, but also Teacher Duan's wishes."

"Duan Yunming?" Director Zhao hesitated.

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(End of this chapter)