Chapter 55 Xiao Liang is waiting for her
A faint smile appeared on her dry lips. Mr. Liang was indeed a generous person.
Raising his hand, he touched a raised pendant under the sweater.
A pendant that was different for thirty days, he favored it with a wave of his hand.
Sixty million in three years.
Money is nothing to Mr. Liang.
Meng Ying bit her lip, biting it hard.
Then raise your hand and take off the necklace.
Put it in your pocket.
In front of the rightful owner, this pendant was like a soldering iron, which made her feel uncomfortable.
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Feng Yuying was leaning on the massage chair and shopping on her iPad.
The place where she lives has plenty of heating.
As soon as you come in, the temperature is at least 27 degrees, so you only need to wear a thin pair of pajamas. On the floor is a soft lambswool carpet.
It is two-month-old lamb wool, soft.
Feng Yuying was very serious about the script, and made a lot of notes on it, or perhaps the key points marked by her acting teacher.
It’s just that she is not allowed to pretend to be ugly in her class. Her face is exquisite. For example, at this moment, her hair is full of luxury, and she cannot compete with Yin. Orange Fusion.
After talking about a scene, Meng Ying couldn't help but mention Xu Zhoushan. This play was the hard work of director Zhoushan. As a director who cherishes feathers so much, he still couldn't resist the temptation of capital.
"The role of Yin Cheng is numb, shriveled, soulless, and has been struggling in pain. Miss Feng, you are not suitable for this role."
"It's okay if you are not suitable. "Feng Yuying applied the cream elegantly, with clear fingertips and exquisite eyes. The customized cream was applied on her delicate cheeks. Her voice was arrogant, and it was engraved in her bones. "I have everything that suits me, and everything that doesn't suit me. Yes, I just thought about it, otherwise it would be boring.”
For ordinary people to say this, it would just be ridiculous.
But with Feng Yuying’s family background, anything can be easily obtained!
After the conversation ended, Feng Yuying looked at Meng Ying with a smile. Last night, she asked someone to investigate Meng Ying's information. It turned out that she was the daughter of a small jeweler in Hongjiang City, although she was not very wealthy. , not as good as the Feng family by a hair, but not an ordinary family either. No wonder they look very elegant, as if they have a sister who is also in the entertainment industry.
"How about this? Since you are so familiar with the role and the crew has gotten along well with you, why not let you film this film? If Xu Zhoushan doesn't want to film it, then Just get out of here."
Meng Ying frowned.
The other party's natural arrogance made her particularly uncomfortable.
"Sorry Miss Feng, Director Xu is currently one of the best directors of literary and artistic films in China. Director Xu is not only the director but also the screenwriter of this film."
Meng Ying also wanted to What to say, Feng Yuying made a phone call at this moment.
Meng Ying lowered her head, "Miss Feng, I'll leave first."
There is no need to say more if the words are not speculative.
She didn't want to take sides either.
Capital, like tigers and wolves, can easily trample a person's years of hard work. For her, there is no need to say more.
She has not left even half a step.
I heard Feng Yuying shouting towards the other end in a sweet voice, "Third brother."
Meng Ying paused in her steps.
In this way, his feet seemed to have nails and were nailed to the same place.
For a moment, it was as if my mind went blank.
Meng Ying looked at the smile on Feng Yuying's pretty face, with her cheeks dyed a light girlish pink color, and her third brother. She couldn't actually hear the voice on the other end, but it vaguely echoed in her mind. Liang Jincong's deep and mellow voice.
Then, it seemed like she was finally free and could freely control her body.
Striding forward, there is a feeling of running away.
Xiaomi caught up with her and called her name, and handed a paper bag to her hand. Seeing that Meng Ying didn't take it, and her expression was indifferent, she hung the paper bag on Meng Ying's wrist.
Meng Ying returned to her residence.
The heating in the room began to melt the coldness on her body.
She then saw that there was a box of aromatherapy inside the paper bag.
The high-end wooden packaging box contains milky white paste. When opened, it reveals the rich fruity aroma of green grapes.
Just open it like this.
The whole room is filled with this sweet smell.
He will like the taste.
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Thursday at 10am.
Two cars drove into Yunshui Village, one behind the other, with a black commercial vehicle in front and an off-road vehicle behind. The two cars arrived at the village branch one after another. It was very convenient to park on the country road. At the entrance of the alley, they found an unobstructed and uncongested road to stop.
Xu Zhoushan was in the house and asked Mei Xu to come out to greet him.
Mei Xu looked at the few people walking over with a smile, headed by Mr. Zhao from Shengshi Entertainment, and several other producers, "Mr. Zhao, Mr. He, Mr. An, please come inside, teacher." Wait for everyone indoors.”
Zhao Qiankun came here specifically for Feng Yuying’s matter.
That little princess must not be offended.
But Xu Zhoushan, a director he had worked with in the early years, knew the right temperament very well, so he hurriedly came over to mediate, acted as a peacemaker, and turned hostility into friendship.
Mei Xu has met several of the producers.
But one of them was wearing a black jacket and a peaked cap, and his shadow widened to cover his deep eyebrows. He has a tall and slender figure, and a dignified and outstanding temperament. He cannot be ignored in a crowd, especially when he is surrounded by a bunch of pot-bellied investors, which makes him pay special attention and feel strange.
Looking at each other, Mei Xu felt that Tianling Gai was stunned for a moment. The other party gave people an indescribable sense of pressure.
Strong but restrained pressure.
It doesn’t feel uncomfortable, it’s just mysterious, like cold snow.
Even Xu Zhoushan saw the other party.
After reading countless people, it is natural to see that the other party has a different identity.
Zhao Qiankun took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said hurriedly, "This is a person from my company. Bring him here to study together, call."
The man smiled lightly and said, "Just call me Xiaoliang."
Zhao Qiankun wiped his sweat harder. How dare he call him that, but he didn't know why Mr. Liang suddenly followed them. here.
Maybe the rumors are true, and Feng Yuying is really Mr. Liang’s fiancée.
Then she needs to be coaxed even more. The two big families of the Liang family and the Feng family are escorting her. The little princess will have to deal with it even if she is raising a baby on the set, let alone getting her nails done here.
I just don’t know how to discuss it with Xu Zhoushan.
This is a bit tricky.
A producer was sitting on a wicker chair and saw that there was no water in the teapot on the table. He directly ordered, "Xiao Liang, go and boil some water and bring it over. Then go to my car and put it in The tea I brought is ready to be tasted by Director Zhoushan."
Xiaoliang's expression did not change, he still maintained a faint smile, nodded and turned to boil water.
"Let me go." Zhao Qiankun's nearly 200 kilogram body hurriedly struggled to stand up, "I suddenly want to take a walk, Lao He, I will help you get it, I will boil water, I I just want to drink some boiled water."
Mr. He looked at Zhao Qiankun as if he was a flexible fat man and almost ran out.
What is Zhao Qiankun doing? It's inexplicable.
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"Mr. Liang, I'm really sorry. I'll do it." Zhao Qiankun hurriedly took the hot water bottle from Liang Jincong, "Just rest and I'll do it."
"Are you looking for Miss Feng? I heard that she should be in Residence No. 46. Go out from here and walk three alleys forward. The second house is where Miss Feng lives temporarily. "
Liang Jincong lowered his head and lit a cigarette, looking at the fat man in front of him who was sweating coldly, with a cold feeling in his eyes, "Who told you, I came to see Feng Yuying."
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Zhao Qiankun was stunned for a moment, rubbed his hands and hesitated, "I was just guessing. I was just guessing."
"Don't ask blindly, and don't guess blindly." The man took a puff of cigarette, and the bluish-white smoke slowly covered his cheeks. , with a low voice, "Do you understand?"
Zhao Qiankun nodded quickly, almost trembling, "I understand, understand."
Liang Jincong walked out, and the car stopped in front of the door, He leaned against the black car door, lowering his head and smoking, one, two or three cigarettes.
Slowly, snowflakes began to float in the sky again.
The brim of the hat is covered with a thin layer.
Perhaps he had been waiting for a long time. There was a trace of impatience on his handsome cheek. He just continued to lightly tap the ashes of his cigarette and continued to wait.
I didn’t go back into the house because I was impatient after waiting for a long time.
A female voice came, walking this way, the wind carried her voice here.
The two people seemed to be talking about something.
Talking and laughing.
Already walked to the door.
Then, the woman's soft and sweet voice, with a hint of the coldness of ice and snow, suddenly stopped.
Meng Ying is carrying a shopping bag.
Hold it tightly and stood there in a daze.
In front of her was only five or six meters away from her.
Under the shadow of the peaked cap, the deep and tender eyes were like boundless whirlpools. She met those eyes and fell into the whirlpool.
(End of this chapter)