Chapter 61: the lofty president
Chapter 61 The high-ranking president
After the last NG, Li Jiahua simply gave all the shots to Ye Xian and the wealthy French businessman, and only then did the scene succeed.
Ye Xian said that the voice of this line was about to smoke, and he took the mineral water beside him and drank it with his head raised. Cheng Jingshu was afraid that there was something wrong with her today, and she actually played such a cheap trick with her. Will she be out of shape? What a joke, if she does it a hundred times, as long as her voice is not hoarse, she will be able to carry the audience.
If it weren't for the fact that she was surrounded by people and she had to maintain her demeanor, she would have kicked this workman into the opposite river.
Jiang Xin: "Ye Xian, how can you speak French?"
“Taught myself a little.”
Ye Xian smiled, only to realize that his face was almost frozen from laughter.
Jiang Xin looked adoring, "Are you so good at self-taught?"
"Okay."
She couldn’t say that she had studied in France for four years in her previous life, and all the friends in the dormitory were French, so she was forced to learn even if she didn’t want to.
Cheng Jingshu looked at Ye Xian who was still showing off in front of her after the play, her eyes wished to tear him alive, "Ye Xian, don't get complacent too early!"
"how…"
Just as Ye Xian was about to speak, Jiang Wanze strode over from outside the set.
Seeing him, Ye Xian put down the water immediately, turned and left.
"Wan Ze, why are you here?"
Cheng Jingshu was surprised when she saw Jiang Wanze.
How long has he been here? Couldn't he have seen all the clips of her intentionally NG just now?
The woman's surprised eyes were mixed with panic, but Jiang Wanze's eyes kept following Ye Xian's leaving back.
Why... did he leave as soon as he saw him?
In the past, didn’t he wish he could get close to him, could he stick to him?
It was getting late, and his throat was slurred. Ye Xian moistened his throat, and with a shoulder bag, he was ready to call it a day and go home to rest.
No, I just walked to the entrance of the shooting building.
The door of a light gray Rolls Royce was opened, and a shiny black leather shoe stepped out from inside.
When the man was well-dressed and leaned over from the car in a heroic manner, Ye Xian was shocked by the handsome face of Sheng Shi oncoming, and subconsciously took a few steps.
President, CEO?
Why is he here?
Jiang Wanze is here, is he here too?
Bo Ting saw that he took a few steps back again and again as if seeing a plague god, Qingjun's brows and eyes were stained with a bit of imperceptible sullenness.
"Ye Xian."
Ye Xian: "?"
President...why call her?
No, he still has the face to call her!
She hasn't settled with him for the last time he played tricks on her in Ludao Ting!
If you don’t overdo it, you can’t beat him, so let’s smash your teeth and swallow it.
Ye Xian pretended not to hear anything and prepared to go around.
Unexpectedly, Pang Kai ran over from the other side and grabbed him, "Ye Xian, you can't see well? Didn't you see the president here?"
If other artists saw the president, they would have jumped up to say hello, but he actually wanted to pretend he didn't see it!
His tone seemed to be teaching a servant who didn't know the heights of heaven and earth, Ye Xian chuckled secretly in his heart, and perfunctoryly said, "Hello, President."
"Um."
Bo Tingshen responded lightly, slightly loosened the silver cuff buttons on the cuffs of the suit, and walked towards the studio.
Um?
Just huh?
Ye Xian couldn't help but widen his eyes.
Could it be that he didn't call her to explain what happened in Kashima Ting last time, but just felt that...she, a small 18th-line employee, dared not say hello to such a high-ranking president like him?
(end of this chapter)