I really don't want a second marriage

"OK, then come with me." Xiaoyan pulled Han Muzi's hand and walked inside.

There were a lot of people on the set. Because this time it was a costume play, Han Muzi saw many actors in costume as soon as she went in, but most of them were too hot because it was summer.

They prepared small fans to blow. Some even took off their coats and put them aside. They were only wearing a vest and shorts, but they had thick hair crowns on their heads, which looked funny.

Han Muzi glanced over all this and followed Xiao Yan in.

Seeing Han Muzi and Xiaoyan, the deputy director of the set stopped them: "what are you two doing? We're filming here and don't allow fans to enter. What's the field control? What do you eat and how do you let people in?"

The field controller, who was called to his name, hurried over and saw that it was Xiao Yan, so he explained: "deputy director, they are not fans. They come to find Zhao Yiru."

"Zhao Yiru? What do you want to do with her?" the deputy director asked puzzledly. Then his eyes fell on Xiao Yan and looked at Han Muzi.

When he saw Han Muzi, his eyes lit up immediately.

Han Muzi raised her hand and pressed down the sunglasses on her face, covering her palm sized little face.

She is full of energy.

I don't know. I thought she was an international star.

"You, are you...?" the deputy director looked at Han Muzi and asked.

Xiaoyan subconsciously blocked Han Muzi, and then quietly explained, "Hello, deputy director, we're looking for Miss Zhao. We have something to deal with at work. It only takes a little while."

"So..."

The deputy director stared at Xiaoyan suspiciously, but his last eyes still fell on Han Muzi.

It happened that Zhao Yiru's agent came over. When he saw Han Muzi, he also brightened his eyes, and then hurried to come to the rescue. "Deputy director, this Miss Han is our guest."

Then the agent pulled the deputy director aside and whispered something. The deputy director's eyes always looked in the direction of Han Muzi. After a while, he nodded and left.

Zhao Yiru's agent came forward and nodded to Han Muzi: "Miss Han is coming. Come with me."

Han Muzi nodded to keep up with him. Xiaoyan hummed behind him and whispered, "it's really a dog's eye. He didn't have such a good attitude towards me just now."

Listen to Fang, Han Muzi couldn't help laughing in a low voice: "what do you care about with these people?"

"You're not me. How can you know my unhappiness? Ah... I really love myself. Why don't I have your talent? If I can design, I don't have to look at the faces of these people."

"You?" Han Muzi smiled. "I think it's a pity that your craft doesn't become a gourmet."

"Make fun of me again. I don't want to be a gourmet. I'll become fat! You know, I can't help it when I see what I eat!"

The agent soon took them to a rest room on the set. After opening the door, a cool wind came to her face. Han Muzi found that the air conditioner was turned on and there were only a few people inside.

She looked back at those people who were sweating hot on the set but could only find a place to shade.

This is the case in this world. The treatment of those with flow and those without flow is completely different.

No wonder everyone wants to climb up.

Thinking of this, Han Muzi walked in with his agent.

"Yiru, Miss Han is coming." the agent went to a girl dressed up brightly and said softly.

The makeup on her face is very exquisite and uses superior products. After hearing the broker's words, she rotates the chair and then turns around to look at Han Muzi.

Zhao Yiru is a very beautiful woman.

She is very high in appearance. Otherwise, how could she climb to this position in today's face watching society? After all, she doesn't have any acting skills. If she doesn't have a face, she won't get so many fans.

But... Zhao Yiru is not only beautiful, but also hostile to other beautiful women.

Especially... A woman she thinks is more beautiful than herself.

Zhao Yiru originally thought that a well-known designer must be an elderly woman. Even if she is not elderly, she should not look very good.

But I didn't expect Han Muzi to be... So young and beautiful, and... Very impressive.

Just a simple dress and standing there wearing sunglasses made her feel pressure.

"She is... Shelly, the famous overseas designer? She doesn't look very much like her." then she raised her lips with disdain and laughed.

The expression on the agent's face was a little embarrassed. He looked at the motionless Han Muzi, and then explained: "Shelly is Chinese, and her Chinese name is Han Muzi."

"Oh? Han Muzi? I haven't heard of it. Are you really a famous designer? Can't you pretend?"

"What are you talking about?" before Han Muzi had any reaction, Xiao Yan jumped to his feet, gnashing his teeth and staring at Zhao Yiru: "is it possible for anyone who wants to pretend to be a famous overseas designer? I'm just a minute late? Do you always embarrass me? Even embarrass us Muzi!"

"Oh? So in your opinion, one minute is not late? Should I be punished for being late? Miss, do you know how valuable and valuable my time is for Zhao Yiru? How much will my work change after waiting for you for one more minute? Do you know how much I lose?"

"I......" Xiaoyan was speechless by her.

Han Muzi pressed Xiao Yan's arm and stepped forward with high heels. Her voice was clear: "Miss Zhao, when signing the contract, she made it clear that you should cooperate with our staff's time, especially during the design period. But now it seems that Miss Zhao's time is really precious, so precious that she is not willing to cooperate for even one minute. Of course, my assistant is late, which is her mistake, but if she has a bad attitude and doesn't apologize to you, I will punish her She. But my assistant not only apologized to you, but also waited for you for two more hours, didn't she? Well, how much is Miss Zhao waiting for one more minute? My assistant's salary is charged according to the commission ratio every month, and the two more hours she waited for you should have been offset? "

"You!" Zhao Yiru didn't expect that she had such sharp teeth and sharp mouth, and she dared to hold the customer's mouth. Her beautiful face was full of anger: "what are you talking about? You dare to compare her with me?"

Han Muzi smiled. "They are all people. Why can't they compare? Is it difficult that Miss Zhao is different?"

"Bah!" Zhao Yiru scolded angrily: "I'm a popular international actress. Does her little designer assistant dare to compare with me? Don't say she doesn't deserve it. Even you... Only give me shoes."