The Shadow Lover Of The President

Leaning on the chair, Mu Zheng put out his hand to cover his lips, and saw that his teeth could be easily seen.

Eyes squint together, Mu Zheng's eyes are full of laughter.

He is very satisfied with the director's decision. In Mu Zheng's heart, there is no one in the world who can compare with his girl.

Taking a deep breath, Mu Zheng separated for a long time, which stabilized his breath.

Looking at the folder stacked on the table, Mu Zheng also felt very happy in his heart and doubled his energy.

Recently, I've been sitting on my desk with a smile, and I've been working hard.

"Wait a moment, go and see her, just don't talk."

With the rapid processing of these things piled up in front of him, Mu Zheng is full of smiles. He hopes that he can solve these problems as soon as possible, and then he can go to see Duan Yutang.

"Hello, director, what do you want from me?" Sitting on the sofa, Ming Hao is a little curious.

"Well, I have something to do with you."

On the other side of the mobile phone, the director is very embarrassed to speak, can easily hear out, but also brought a little displeasure.

Hearing the director's words, Ming Hao's curiosity rose and said with a smile: "you say it, what can I do for you?"

"Hey, I can't help. I have no choice but to bring money into the group. I just want to let you know. We can't do anything about the person you choose."

Hearing the director say so, Minghao snorted coldly, looked at the window beside him, and said to the director, "OK, I know about this matter."

He scratched his head impatiently. Suddenly, Minghao didn't want to go back. He didn't know how to tell Duan Yutang about this matter, but it's definitely impossible not to say it. It's better to go out and discuss whether there is any way to solve the problem.

In the room, Duan Yutang looks at him inexplicably. He is sitting opposite him with a serious face. He doesn't know what's wrong with him.

"What can I do for you?"

Duan Yutang's question, let Minghao Leng for a moment, nodded, "well, there is something I want to tell you, or I want to discuss with you."

"Well, why are you so serious?" With a white eye on Minghao, Duan Yutang relaxed and leaned lazily on the chair.

"About that play." Such Duan Yutang's, let Minghao heart helpless and a little more.

Hearing this, Duan Yutang's body sat up straight, and his eyebrows fluttered, indicating to Minghao that he should speak quickly.

"Originally, the director was more optimistic about you, but then, some people want to bring money into the group. Depending on the situation, the director will not be so embarrassed."

Hearing this, Duan Yutang chuckled, looked at Minghao, and said to him, "is that it? There's nothing to say. It's OK. "

"Really?" Leng looked at Duan Yutang. Minghao couldn't believe it. "Don't you like this script?"

"I like it, but it doesn't mean I have to shoot this film. It's getting late. You can have a rest early and I'll go to bed." With that, Duan Yutang stood up.

"Well, I see. Good dream." Looking up at Duan Yutang, Ming Hao shakes his head and nods his head gently.

Lying on the bed, Duan Yutang felt bad. Although he said that he didn't care about this, he did care about it. She had read the script, and it had potential. If it could be done well, he could become a literary film. Word of mouth and commerce could achieve double harvests.

"Well, who will be the people who bring the capital into the group?"

Thinking about Duan Yutang's problem, he thought about it here, frowning and meditating.

After thinking about it, she had only one candidate in her mind, that is, Shen Yifan, who was auditioning with her, put his hand on his chin, and Duan Yutang rubbed it for a while and took a deep breath, "it seems that she is the only one."

Hand to the bedside table next to the past, where to place a performance book.

Holding the book, Duan Yutang couldn't sleep any more. With a smile, he said helplessly, "it's also the identity of Miss Shen family. What can't be done?"

In his mind, Mu Zheng's figure suddenly appeared again, which made Duan Yutang feel helpless. He held his head in his hand and scratched him.

The mobile phone suddenly rings. I pick up the mobile phone in my heart. It's a short message sent by Shen Yifan.

"The hostess's role can only be mine. You don't have to wait for a call."

As always, his arrogant tone made Duan Yutang snort coldly and shook his head.

Looking at the bright screen, Duan took a deep breath, put the mobile phone next to the pillow again, closed his eyes, and kept breathing deeply, not thinking about it.

Looking at the bright mobile phone, Shen Yifan's lips hook up and look at the alarm clock on the bedside table.

Knowing that Mu Zheng has been paying close attention to Duan Yutang, the assistant immediately reports to Mu Zheng as soon as he gets the news."Boss, that's what happened." Looking at Mu Zheng, the Secretary stepped back.

He pursed his lips and looked at the computer screen. Mu Zheng stretched out and looked out of the window. After a moment of silence, he waved his hand to the Secretary and said, "OK, I know. In the future, you should tell me everything about Duan Yutang. By the way, ask the director for me. It's in the same place. "

"Yes." Looking at Mu Zheng's appearance, the Secretary nodded, took the new notebook, quickly recorded it up, and then walked toward the outside.

Looking at the Secretary's back, Mu Zheng shakes his head, trying to make the figure of Yutang disappear for a while, but because of greed, the action is only a little bit.

"The address has been reserved. You can go and find out."

Looking at the mobile phone message, Mu Zheng put down his work, stood up from the chair and walked towards the coat rack.

With his coat, Mu Zheng walked quickly toward the outside, afraid that he would slow down one step.

Standing at the door of the teahouse, Mu Zheng raised his head and took a look at the antique plaque hanging at the door of the teahouse. The corner of his lips rose and walked in towards the inside.

Sitting in his seat, Mu Zheng is playing with his mobile phone and looking at Duan Yutang's recent photos while waiting for the director's arrival.

"Hello, it's Mr. mu."

Slightly with some hoarse voice, passed from the body, Mu Zheng opened his eyes, looked at him in the past, and then nodded, "it's me."

"I don't know. What can I do for you?"

Following Mu Zheng's sign, the director sat opposite him and asked with a little curiosity.