The vest of the almighty boss can't hide it

Chapter 810 I'm Actually Not Much Worse Than Lin Yan

While chasing Lin Yan, the director called Meng Zhuoyun.

Meng Zhuoyun didn't know what happened yet, and his tone was full of confusion, "Who? Lin Yan stopped recording! Why?"

He just wanted to show a bit of the company boss's aura, when he listened to Lin Yan on the other end of the phone, he said loudly: "For your face? Excuse me, who are you?"

The director was so stunned that he couldn't say a word.

"Since your program has decided to sacrifice me to the heavens and wants me to give you face, don't you think your face is too great!"

The director was speechless. In fact, he had discussed with the staff before the recording of this program. It was already the third recording. If there is still no splash, then this program can be carried on. It is impossible to stand up later, so before the recording, he planned to use the relationship between Lin Yan and Lin You to make a fuss.

And Lin You currently has all the sympathy of the audience, so it is naturally Lin Yan who is used to sacrifice to heaven.

I didn't expect that people didn't say anything, but their hearts were like a mirror.

"Miss Lin Yan, there must be some misunderstanding, please listen to my explanation..."

"I said you are not qualified, let Meng Zhuoyun explain to me in person."

Lin Yan dropped a word, and Meng Zhuoyun on the other end of the phone was stunned, quietly put away his boss's demeanor, and hung up the phone.

As long as he pretended he didn't hear this sentence, he could act as if nothing happened in a few days.

The director was about to ask the boss for help, but when he lowered his head and found that the boss had sneaked away, he was speechless.

Boss, you are not afraid of her, are you?
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Wang Zhongjun was drinking tea leisurely, and Zhao Feiling was crying again in front of him.

"It was originally agreed to fire up CP, but she didn't even look at me. Today is even more extreme. She just stopped recording and all my fans ran away with her."

Looking at the comments on the Internet, Zhao Feiling was saying that she was not good enough for Lin Yan. She wanted to use her as a blood bag, but she sucked her blood instead.

The number of fans who were not wealthy already made things worse.

Wang Zhongjun said with a smile: "Is it important to you to have fans? Anyway, I will always give you resources."

Participating in the draft is nothing more than trying to make her familiar.

Zhao Feiling wiped away her tears, feeling much more comfortable with Mr. Wang's guarantee.

Suddenly thought of something, and felt sad again: "But Lin Yan also has Young Master Jiang as his backer..."

Wang Zhongjun didn't care at all: "You two are not the only ones in the entertainment industry, she has a crazy temper that is hard to deal with, you just need to avoid her."

"Oh!" Zhao Feiling looked innocent.

Not long after, Wang Zhongjun had other things to do, Zhao Feiling didn't dare to delay, so he could only get up and leave.

When she went downstairs, Zhao Feiling's manager was still comforting her: "You can do it, you are already much luckier than others to have Mr. Wang as your backer."

Zhao Feiling didn't know whether he listened or not, she looked blank, and after a while, she suddenly said: "It's also a resource coffee, some people have the backing of Jiang Shao, and some people are Mr. Wang..."

The manager staggered in fright, almost fell down the stairs, and hurriedly thought of covering Zhao Feiling's mouth, "This is Mr. Wang's territory, don't talk nonsense..."

"I'll just talk about it casually, it will scare you!" Zhao Feiling didn't care.

The manager wiped the sweat from his forehead in fear, how could he feel that Zhao Feiling was far less innocent than the surface.

She seemed to be jealous of everything Lin Yan had.

Maybe, I was thinking too much.

As soon as the manager comforted himself like this, Zhao Feiling said: "Actually, I am not much worse than Lin Yan. Young Master Jiang can like her, and of course he can like me too!"

(End of this chapter)