The Little Maid and Her Domineering CEO

Director wu breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly asked the technician beside him to help ding yiyi with all this. He walked to the staff who had been muttering to him just now.

"Are you new here?" He took out a cigarette, not a cigarette, and played with it in his hand. The two employees looked at each other and nodded."

The more they talked, the more excited they became. Their beautiful faces were filled with admiration. Director wu looked at them meaningfully. "Beiying, it's famous. I went there if I didn't go abroad."

A man and a woman were flattered to see the award-winning director of movie king An Ran's last film before he left the country. They hurriedly called out, "It's really a pity, or we should call you teacher's uncle."

Director wu couldn't deny it. He pointed to the scene. "What do you think from your professional point of view?"

The boy and the girl glanced at each other and said hurriedly, "Director wu is worthy of being the champion of the film festival. This scene is very old fashioned and really learned."

Director wu shifted her gaze to the hesitant girl. The girl looked at the scene hesitantly and said after a while, "I don't think it's very good. There's no end point. The whole scene is a little scattered."

The man used his eyes to signal her to say something nice. The girl also felt that she was wrong. Her beautiful face was so anxious that she almost cried.

"You're right." Director wu glanced at her and continued, "I was on vacation a few days ago. I just spent half an hour on this scene. The ad cost nearly a million dollars, but if I messed him up now, no one would come out to talk. Do you know why?"

The eyes of the boys and girls were already filled with astonishment. They looked at Director wu's silent shaking of his head. Director wu smiled and stepped aside. Ding Yiyi was on the side, making sure countless times, "Do you really only need to stay up there for a few minutes?"

All of a sudden, the boys and girls understood that the advertisement was made for the female star of the advertisement. They were secretly envious. Director wu played with the cigarette in his hand and the faint smell of nicotine wafted out. He turned around and walked towards ding yiyi. Suddenly, he turned around and said in a cold voice, "Mind your mouth. You think the director is very powerful, but for the director, the investor who pays behind him is the real big shot."

As soon as the conversation ended, Ding Yiyi looked down at the platform three meters high. Her legs were so weak that she couldn't help but lean forward. But strangely, her movements were so nonstandard that the director didn't say anything to stop her. It was as if there was only one task for her, and that was to jump down.

"Action!" Director wu shouted, and the camera moved with his voice. Ding Yiyi was standing on the platform three meters high, and the cold wind drilled into her neck, but she didn't feel cold. The cold sweat had soaked her clothes, clinging to her back.

She slowly took a step forward and felt the board swaying with her movements. She was so scared that she immediately squatted down.

"Director, she's afraid of heights. It's impossible to finish filming." Qiubai ran up the stairs recklessly. Ding Yiyi heard footsteps and saw Qiubai's anxious expression. She barely stood up and wanted to smile at each other. When she stood up, she felt a whirl of heaven and earth.

She missed her step and flew down diagonally. Her shrieks of terror came from the scene. Everyone gathered around her, and Director wu broke out in a cold sweat.

She fell heavily on the air cushion, and Director wu shouted, "Get out of the way, don't block it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, four or five doctors and nurses in white uniforms ran over to check Ding Yiyi's neck and limbs.

Qiubai came down the stairs, the initial shock passed, but now she calmed down. It was all too strange. It was not impossible for an advertisement to be worth two months'salary a day, but according to her current qualifications and acting skills, ding yi was a lot better than her.

Then there was Director wu, the only director who knew Ding Yiyi, who happened to be in charge of the movie this time, and then the doctor was on standby as if he knew Ding Yiyi was afraid of heights, which was not normal.

She watched Ding Yiyi get up reluctantly and run over before she could think of anything else. "Are you okay?" Qiubai held her and looked at her pale face, blaming himself for not asking clearly and agreeing.

Ding Yiyi was still in shock. Her eyes were still filled with terror. Her whole body was so soft that she could not exert any strength. Her feet were like stepping on cotton.

"I'm fine. I can try again." She simply came down from the air cushion and staggered toward the stairs. Qiubai followed her.

Ding Yiyi climbed up the stairs with difficulty, her hands shaking with nervousness. It took her a long time to stand on the three meter platform again, but there was no sound under the stage. People who knew about it sympathized with her, and those who did not know about it also respected her dedication. The boys and girls who had been muttering just now also saw that Ding Yiyi was really afraid of heights.

Ding Yiyi closed her eyes slightly and tried to let her head go. She walked out step by step. When she stepped out of the air, she felt the seat belt on her body tighten and she tried to slow down her breathing.

When she landed, her hands and feet were so cold that she dared to breathe heavily. Qiubai ran over in pain, and Director wu followed. His expression was unnatural. "Yiyi, maybe we need to retake it."

Ding Yiyi knew in her heart that her performance just now must have been terrible. She panted and nodded and stood up with difficulty.

An hour later, Director wu wanted to shout "Yes," but there was no way. He could only make Ding Yiyi dance again and again.

"Yiyi, why don't you give up?" Director wu pulled Ding Yiyi aside and whispered, "It's okay to give up."

This was the biggest hint he could give. Ding Yiyi's back was slightly bent and he shook his head. "It's okay. I'll do it again."

She took two steps and couldn't walk any longer. Director wu made up her mind. "No more shooting today, no more work!"

It was only noon when the day was over, and the staff left everywhere. Qiubai helped Ding Yiyi to the parking lot.

"Sister qiu, I want to stay alone for a while."

Qiubai was stunned. Ding Yiyi rarely called out to her in such a serious tone. She knew in her heart that Ding Yiyi might have taken all the blame for ending work early today on herself.

"It's not your fault. Don't take it to heart. I'll go first."

Qiubai looked at her worriedly. Seeing that she was slowly walking forward with heavy steps, she was relieved but simply abandoned her car and followed Ding Yiyi.

Ding Yiyi walked along the main road. As the spring festival approached, the weather was getting colder and colder. When she was filming the commercial, she was numb because she was afraid. This stop was so cold that the wind was piercing. She sneezed violently. Just as qiu bai was about to step forward, a car slanted past her and stopped in front of Ding Yiyi.

"Miss Yiyi, get in the car. It's far from the city." Yebo had already gotten out of the car and opened the door for her.

Ding Yiyi was very depressed, but he forced a smile. "What a coincidence to see you here. If you had passed by earlier, you would have seen Qiubai."

Yebo glanced behind him quietly. He forced himself to bring his attention back and said in a low voice, "I'd better take you home first, or I'll catch a cold."

Ding Yiyi nodded and got into the car. The car roared away. Qiu bai stood behind the car and looked at them quietly. She knew that Yebo saw her, but he chose to ignore himself and take Ding Yiyi away.

She sighed and turned to walk into the garage. Half an hour later, Ding Yiyi went home. After ye bo sent her home, she left in a hurry without even entering the door.

Forty minutes later, Yebo returned to the place where he picked up ding yiyi. The cold wind and the cold scenery. The person he cared about was no longer there. He sighed heavily and then left.

The next day, Ding Yiyi arrived at the scene on time. Her dark eyes couldn't hide the fact that she couldn't sleep. Director wu sighed. "Don't put so much pressure on yourself."

Ding Yiyi's eyes were filled with guilt. "I'm sorry to trouble you. I'll work hard."

Once again, an hour later, Ding Yiyi's body was still stiff, and a dozen people on the scene looked at her eagerly.

During the intermission, Ding Yiyi made a surprising move.

"I'm sorry, everyone. I've caused you trouble." Ding Yiyi bowed and apologized. Tears rolled in her eyes as she bent over. She bit her lower lip tightly to prevent them from falling.

Director wu was startled. He really wanted to tell Ding Yiyi that he had to admit defeat, but when the words reached his throat, they could only stop him. He could only look at her regretfully because he was entrusted with loyalty.

There was no sound at all, and in the end, it was Director wu who spoke first. "Let's play the next scene first. This scene stops."

Qiubai let out a long sigh. She ran to Ding Yiyi to comfort her, but she saw him greet her with a smile. There was no weakness in his eyes except guilt.

"The next second, the hostess drinks the juice from rui youbrand. The set master is ready."

After Director wu called out, an assistant took out a glass of juice and handed it to Ding Yiyi. She frowned deeply as soon as she took it. "Director, can you change your taste? I'm allergic to this peach juice."

"No." Director wu was miserable, but he still refused.

Ding Yiyi knew what would happen if she drank it, but she didn't want to drag things down because of her own reasons. As the director called out "Action," she slowly handed the juice to her lips. The sweet, fruity smell was like poppy to her.