Husband is so arrogant

Chapter 108
"I didn't stop you because of the mobile phone." The beauty walked up to Wen Yimo slowly, with a look of deep emotion in her eyes, then stretched out her hand towards Wen Yimo, smiled and said: "It's official." Let me introduce myself, I am Ji Xiaoman, the new person in charge of the nine groups who will replace Qin Shaojun to mention you."

Wen Yimo heard that he had successfully built a fortress, but he didn't realize it for a long time.

She was thinking about the content of Qin Shaojun's text message just now, hehe, she also said that she should pay attention to the first meeting, but unfortunately, she just lost face when the other party was giving a lecture, let alone having a good impression, I don't hate her It's just luck.

And most importantly, based on the initial impression in the elevator, and Ji Xiaoman's behavior and conversation in the training class, Wen Yimo felt that he did not welcome a good mentor.

Conceit, arrogance, a smiley face, and a moral bottom line that probably has no lower limit.

These are Wen Yimo's initial impressions of Ji Xiaoman, and based on her bright clothes and coquettish makeup, Wen Yimo also has a hunch that this might be a very difficult big camellia.

Of course, what happened later proved that Wen Yimo's thoughts and feelings were very accurate.

"I'm so rude, I'm Mo Wenwen, please give me some advice, senior." No matter how conflicted he was, Wen Yimo still smiled and shook hands, and said humbly.

Ji Xiaoman's gaze poured down from the corner of her eyes, she looked down at her with a subtle gesture, then smiled and walked away gracefully stepping on her high heels.

Wen Yimo was sure that he heard Ji Xiaoman's slight cold snort when he turned around.So I smiled helplessly, it seems that I still didn't make a good first impression.

When he got off work, Wen Yimo stood downstairs and subconsciously scanned the surrounding area, but he didn't see the new car that Gu Jianyan bought, feeling a little disappointed for some reason.

Walking down the back street where the bus was waiting, he saw the driver driving Gu Jianyan at the turning traffic lights. He got out of the car and opened the door for Wen Yimo.

"Where's Gu Jianyan?" After getting in the car, Wen Yimo asked subconsciously, but then felt a little ridiculous, Gu Jianyan was not idle, he was probably in the company at this time.

"Mr. Gu has something to spare, and he said it's not suitable to follow. He said that I will wait for you at this place every day from now on."

After the driver finished speaking, he paused and said with a smile: "Madam, Mr. Gu is really thinking of you."

Wen Yimo nodded, blushing a little at the title Mrs.

But the truth is, Gu Jianyan is so busy, but she can still think of someone to pick her up, and although Boulevard is a relatively low-key car, it is still not suitable for a professional rookie like Mo Wenwen.

In order not to let people chew their tongues, he asked the driver to wait for her in such a bustling place, not very close to the company, and it would not be tiring to walk here, and it would not be easy to be found.

Gu Jianyan was very attentive to her, this was Wen Yimo's conclusion after so many days.

She looked at the moving scenery outside the window, thinking wildly in her mind, and suddenly felt that she seemed to enjoy Gu Jianyan's favor more and more, and felt less and less... wanting to get closer to him.

After returning home, Wen Yimo sorted out the materials at work, and suddenly remembered something. He touched his pocket and realized that his mobile phone had been sacrificed, so he had to go to borrow it from Rocky.

"Did you call in such a hurry? To whom? Probably not Mr. Gu?" Rocky asked a question while pulling out his phone.

Wen Yimo knew that Rocky was Gu Jianyan's little spy, so she bit her tongue and said nothing.

After returning to the room and confirming that the door was locked, he put in his card and called Ji Wenlun.

It was almost until the phone was automatically hung up before being picked up, Ji Wenlun's speech was a little vague, Wen Yimo's face was embarrassed, and it was over, it was over and he was under the bed.

"Wenwen?" Seeing that the other person was silent, Ji Wenlun raised his voice.

Wen Yimo cleared her throat and apologized, "I'm sorry I didn't know you went to bed so early and disturbed you."

"It's okay." Ji Wenlun's words in this tired state sounded much gentler than usual: "What's the matter?"

"Uh...that's how it is. Didn't I take the artists to audition on the crew of "Midsummer Light Years", but there will be a final selection in three days. I...I hope you can help Zhengyu."

Ask Ji Wenlun for help, this is what Wen Yimo came up with.

Because Wen Yimo didn't know many celebrities, and Ji Wenlun was the only available resource that she was familiar with and qualified to guide others in acting.

What he said today reminded Wen Yimo that although his acting skills have always been controversial, after all, so many films have come out, have you never eaten pork or seen a pig running? His advice is better than Han Zhengyu's. . People think the countermeasures should be strong.

The other party was silent for a while, and Wen Yimo thought that with Ji Wenlun's character, he would probably make fun of him. After all, he treated him harshly this morning, but Ji Wenlun readily agreed.

"Yes." After a pause, he added: "But I also have my own job, and I can't go anywhere, so the guidance work should be at my home."

Wen Yimo weighed it up, and felt that there was no big problem. Anyway, there will be three people, so he said: "Yes. Uh... If it's convenient, I hope I can go tomorrow. After all, we only have three days to use."

"Come here at eight o'clock. I will notify the apartment security at that time, and you can just come in."

Wen Yimo didn't expect Ji Wenlun to be so easy to talk to, but at the same time he was very happy, so that Han Zhengyu could get some formal guidance.

At eight o'clock the next day, Han Zhengyu and Wen Yimo arrived on time.At that time, Ji Wenlun was eating a steaming breakfast in his home clothes.

"Have you eaten yet?" Ji Wenlun said to the two of them, or to be more precise, he said to Wen Yimo.

Wen Yimo rubbed her belly. She was called to the company early this morning and she didn't eat. She was really hungry now, so she hesitated and sat down.

Han Zhengyu shook his head and sat down on the sofa.

Wen Yimo saw that his own habits were in front of him, so he was pleasantly surprised: "You have the same habits as mine."

Looking at Wen Yimo's satisfied expression, Ji Wenlun stopped his chopsticks and propped his chin on his chin to look appreciatively: "Actually, I don't like jam very much, this is specially prepared for you."

Wen Yimo heard that some words about what Ji Wenlun had done before came into her mind again, she lowered her head slightly, and did not answer, Ji Wenlun did not continue this topic either.

After eating, Ji Wenlun took them to his study room. He directly threw a file folder to Han Zhengyu and said, "Get acquainted, show me the show in 10 minutes."

Wen Yimo glanced at it, and found that it was the script of "Midsummer Light Year", which was in a very formal format. Even if Ji Wenlun was once the protagonist candidate, there shouldn't be such a thing.

Sensing Wen Yimo's doubts, Ji Wenlun shrugged: "My brother is a screenwriter, so I can still have some preferential treatment."

It was only then that Wen Yimo suddenly realized, and couldn't help feeling rejoicing. In fact, when he approached Ji Wenlun, he really didn't have this kind of consideration.

But since he can get this thing, there is no need to push it out, it will definitely help Han Zhengyu to hold his feet temporarily.Even if the acting skills don't improve much, the comprehension of the script will increase.

Han Zhengyu was also very aware of this point. Even though he had a bad impression of Ji Wenlun and hated his arrogant tone, he still obeyed honestly.

At this moment, Wen Yimo looked around the study room, a little surprised.

The furnishings here are very clean. Except for the writing desk, half of the wall is full of books, and they are arranged very neatly. The heights are arranged in an orderly manner like obsessive-compulsive disorder, while the other wall is full of CDs.

Wen Yimo took a look and found that they were all different singers, most of them were very popular or once popular singers, and their tunes were more literary.

These things are not quite like Ji Wenlun in her impression.

"Why, is there a singer you like?" Ji Wenlun stood behind Wen Yimo at some point, and handed her a cup of scented tea.

Wen Yimo thought for a while, pointed to the bottom of the second row of shelves and said, "I used to be very obsessed with this song, and it was a must-list on KTV, but single songs usually don't have CDs, so I didn't collect them."

Ji Wenlun looked along Wen Yimo's fingers, and then stretched out his hand enough: ""Lingbo", this song is also one of my favorite songs, the style is brighter, Cai Cai's voice is clean, and..."

And it's the first song I wrote.

Ji Wenlun didn't say the last sentence.Then she directly stuffed it to Wen Yimo: "Take it if you like it, there is probably only one of this in the world."

Wen Yimo was taken aback by Ji Wenlun's sudden kindness and enthusiasm, so he missed the opportunity to ask why you have this supposedly unique CD, but when he saw Cai Cai's signature on it, he said: "Cai Cai Cai can't be one of your ex-girlfriends."

Ji Wenlun choked a little, and glared at Wen Yimo: "She was only sixteen when she debuted, the size of her ex-girlfriend."

However, this CD was indeed made by Cai Cai expressing his love for the company, and there was a letter at that time, but he ignored it. At that time, he was not as cynical as he is now.

Wen Yimo stuck out her tongue, and put the CD away bluntly.Anyway, since he is so generous, it would only be hypocritical to push him back.

She walked to Han Zhengyu's side, and put her hand on his shoulder habitually: "How do you feel?"

"It's okay." Han Zhengyu said in a calm tone.

Ji Wenlun looked at Wen Yimo's hand on Han Zhengyu's shoulder, curled his lips a little arrogantly, and sat down on the chair, the uncle said in a tone: "When you're ready, let's act. I can see how many points you have. Estimate how much it can raise you."

Han Zhengyu looked at Ji Wenlun, then at Wen Yimo, with a slightly unnatural expression on his face.

It's okay to act in the company, but why do I always feel so awkward when I go outside.

(End of this chapter)