Sir, Please Conduct Yourself

Ah Qin quickly closed her eyes to calm down, quickly put the idea of a little wavering behind her, and began to think about what to do next.

She clenched her fist silently, showing unprecedented calmness and calmness.

She remembers that Tan Jing doesn't like to have contact with people in the company. She usually stays alone in the office. Now that she's not here, she should go out to shoot covers or films.

As soon as the idea came out, ah chin suddenly burst into the open.

By the way, as an artist, Tan Jing's itinerary must have been arranged in advance. Just look at her schedule to know where she has gone? And maybe it's easier to get in touch with her outside!

With this in mind, ah chin suddenly felt a sense of clarity in front of her eyes. She put down the bag with the coat and wiped her hands on both sides of her trousers. She was about to reach out and turn over the notebook on Tan Jing's desk, but her movements were half frozen.

She hesitated for a moment, turned around and locked the door of the office. After hearing the "click" of the spring lock in the groove, she finally relaxed.

Script, short film, MV planning, fragmentary opera records.

There are so many things on Tan Jing's desk. After turning over for a long time, the sweat on her forehead is almost falling down, and she can't find anything.

She couldn't help but chop her feet and swear in a low voice.

Without her, this woman doesn't even arrange her itinerary? How could she be such an irresponsible artist in the world!

Ah Qin was so angry that she wanted to vomit blood, but she suddenly remembered that she was not her assistant now. Why do you care so much?

Thinking of this, she took a deep breath and learned from her memory of Tan Jing's arrogance. Her lips tilted up slightly, and she squeezed out an unskilled sneer between her teeth.

Yes, even though Tan Jing is arrogant, she always has to listen to the boss's orders. Originally, it was just a pheasant behind their young lady's buttocks. Now it's suddenly flying up the branch and becoming a Phoenix. What's the matter? Isn't it the same in essence?

Ah chin was somewhat contemptuous. She turned her eyes around and fell behind Tan Jing's desk.

She didn't think much at that time. She followed the command of her brain and opened the drawer of her desk.

Tan Jing's drawer is even dirtier than her desktop. It's like a large garbage collection station. Messy papers are everywhere. There are lots of stains on the surface, and a lot of cosmetics are scattered.

Ah chin frowned involuntarily and searched inside, trying to find something useful from the garbage, even the appointment form of the beauty salon, as long as it could provide some clues about Tan Jing's whereabouts.

However, there were too many things in the drawer. She was afraid that when Tan Jing would suddenly come back, her nervous tension was getting tighter and tighter, and her forehead was sweating.

Her hands trembled a little inadvertently, just a few pieces of paper out. White pieces of paper crumpled, quietly fell to the ground, no sound.

Ah Qin took a step back in panic, subconsciously looked at the position of the door, and quickly picked up the pieces of paper in her hand.

When she picked up one of them, the corner of her eyes unconsciously swept over the paper, and suddenly stopped. It's like a small flying insect flying in mid air, bumping into the sticky cobweb.

She was silent for a moment, smoothed the crumpled paper into her pocket, and quickly got up and left.

Gu Qingwei was sitting beside song dongrou when he received her call.

When his cell phone rang, he gave a vague smile.

Song dongrou heard the voice, "who called, so happy?"