trap rose

"Ah, Mr. Pei, why are you here!"

now.

Outside the rehearsal site, Pei Zhiyao's appearance was particularly eye-catching.

The on-site producer noticed Pei Zhiyao's figure and immediately approached him eagerly.

But he put on sunglasses and cherished words like gold.

"Passing by."

"Are you here to see Wen Mian? I know Miss Wen is also inside. Do you want me to take you in?"

The producer was familiar with Pei Zhiyao, and his relationship with Wen Mian was spread to the producer's ears.

Whether they are lovers or siblings, the two have an inseparable relationship.

It must be true that he can eagerly step forward to help.

"no need."

But Pei Zhiyao waved his hands in fear, fearing that his appearance would affect Wenmian's performance.

He just needs to listen quietly and not express any opinions on Wen Mian's performance.

"Wen Mian is participating in this performance. President Pei should know about it, right? If you want to go in, I will take you in now!"

The other party was so enthusiastic, but Pei Zhiyao's reply was extremely cold.

Rather than knowing this, it is better to care about some useful information.

Pei Zhiyao looked around, but there was no one around him.

After making sure that no one would hear, the man asked carefully:

"Did Wen Mian take the initiative to participate in this performance or was someone invited?"

Needless to say, the producer knows what Pei Zhiyao means.

He observed the man's expression and then told the truth.

"Someone invited us, and Wen Mian's agent also took the initiative to contact us, and it was finally decided after a few days of communication."

When did Wen Mian get an agent?

Pei Zhiyao is still unclear about this.

It seems that my usual care for Wen Mian is indeed not enough.

So much so that Pei Zhiyao knew nothing about the other party's situation.

The man nodded thoughtfully, but the producer pulled Pei Zhiyao inside.

"Come on, Mr. Pei, I'll take you in to have a look. Many artists have been invited to participate in this performance. Tomorrow is the official performance, and today is the rehearsal."

With that said, the two of them had already walked to the door.

Pei Zhiyao didn't want the matter to get too big, so he had to take the initiative to put on sunglasses.

He cleared his throat and gave a special instruction:

"It's okay to visit, but I don't want everyone to know about it." The producer understood this immediately.

"I understand, let's go up and watch? The second floor is the VIP viewing area. If Mr. Pei has time tomorrow, I will reserve a seat for you."

These days, Pei Zhiyao really doesn't understand and care enough about Wenmian.

Maybe this performance will bring the two of them closer together.

Even if he is busy at work, he still has to divert his attention to Wen Mian.

"Then reserve a spot."

Pei Zhiyao ordered without thinking, but his eyes were only fixed on the location of the dressing room.

The second room on the left is Wen Mian's dressing room.

Looking down from the second floor, the view is particularly broad.

He could capture and penetrate all the actions on the first floor, and Pei Zhiyao had a panoramic view of the rehearsal.

Just as the producer was introducing the film enthusiastically, someone hurried over from behind.

"Producer, there is something wrong with a young actor's dress backstage. Please go over and have a look."

The producer frowned and had no choice but to get up and leave.

Before leaving, he said sorry to Pei Zhiyao.

At that time, Pei Zhiyao was the only one left on the second floor, and the rehearsal officially began.

"Staff in all departments are ready. The first artist is ready to take the stage. Upstairs, let's give music!"

"boom--"

The huge stage speakers blare.

As an opening, several young artists took to the stage, full of energy, and it was really lively.

But Pei Zhiyao's eyes were still locked on the dressing room.

He didn't want to miss everything about Wen Mian. No matter how wonderful the performance on the stage was, it would not be able to catch Pei Zhiyao's eyes.

-

"Qingqing, are you sure this is okay?"

At that time, Liang Yu followed Pei Qingqing to the console on one side.

The staff were all at their posts, and no one noticed what was going on here.

But looking at Pei Qingqing's calm look, Liang Yu felt a little scared.

The other party is too arrogant, so arrogant that he doesn't look like he wants to do good things.

"Qingqing? Isn't it not good for us to do this without other people's permission?"