The only favorite actor: the national male god is too cold

Chapter 8 Bickering
"My little aunt, you're finally back." Seeing Qi Wei coming back, Amo hurried over to greet her, and said in a hurry, not forgetting to give her a sideways glance.

"..."

Amo is about 40 to [-] years old, and he looks mature and stable, but only Qi Wei, who has been taken by him, knows that there is a funny heart hanging under his dog-like appearance.He used to be regarded as the company's gold medal agent, and there were quite a few artists brought out under his hands. There were rumors in the company that he was fighting for a woman with a certain high-level executive, so he was hidden for a while. It gradually became silent, and it was only in the past two years that I started to bring artists
Even so, there are still many second- and third-tier stars who want to work under his hands, so when the company pointed Amo to Qi Wei, who was hovering outside the eighth line, everyone in the company dropped their eyes. .

"Ouch", Qi Wei touched the head that had been hit by the rolled up script, looked at Amo's expression of resentment, and said dissatisfiedly, "Why are you beating me?"

"If you don't hit you, can you have a long memory? Hmm? You still have the nerve to stare at me? You stare, you stare again, I..." Amo stretched out his hand holding the script and raised his hand, pretending to think There is no way to knock again.Looking at this unmotivated one, I can't help but want to hit it.

Qi Wei retreated back, hid behind the table in the lounge, leaned on the back of the chair, and yelled at Amo, "You can't do this, isn't there a clear rule in the company? You can't punish artists physically, be careful, I'll report to the president Go, you won’t be able to eat and walk away.”

"You go, do you have the money to hire a lawyer?" Amo gave her a blank look, and shot back unceremoniously.

"...", poking people's scars is the most annoying thing, not to mention, who said she didn't have the money to hire a lawyer?

"Besides, the president is always busy. How can I hear what you say? Even if you sue, who will believe it? Do you see a scar on your body? I am famous for treating artists like relatives, otherwise how could I have There are so many people rushing to be under my command, who knows how to accept such a worry-free person like you in the end."

"You didn't choose it yourself." Qi Luo wrinkled her nose, quite contemptuous of his behavior of selling melons and boasting like a queen.

In fact, the gossip in the company is really just gossip. It's all rumors about competing with the boss for women. He went abroad to chase his wife. Later, when his wife chased him, he came back and continued to be his manager. But at that time his The momentum is over.

The leader is still very good to him. When Qi Luo, a group of new artists, came, the president asked him to choose the famous one first.

"One misstep is eternal hatred, so many good people, why did I blindly choose you, a female artist who is so muddy and can't stand on the wall?" Amo gritted his teeth and looked at Qi Wei, and said bitterly, with a full face regret.

"This is called like attracts like, and people are divided into groups. Destiny always brings similar people together. If you say me, you are talking about yourself," Qi Luo fought back not to be outdone.

"Then you're saying I'm mud?" Amo said angrily, pointing at his nose.

"Look, look, I didn't say it, you said it yourself, and you wronged me again," Qi Wei said pretending to be wronged.

"..."

"I treat you as a relative all day long, and you treat my good intentions like this? Really, what a white-eyed wolf." Amo, who couldn't bicker with Qi Wei, turned to psychological tactics and began to weaken her emotionally. momentum.

(End of this chapter)