President, your wife has slapped you in the face again.

"Uncle, let's sit over there. The perfume here smells weird. It makes me want to vomit." Cici twisted her waist and looked down on Fengyin. Taking the opportunity to promote for free, she doesn't want this kind of young designer.

"If you don't feel well, I'll ask the assistant to arrange for you to go to the room to rest first, and you will come down after the official start." Mr. Zhang patted Cici's hand, but the corner of his eye was circling Feng Yin.

"You stay with me."

"I still have to talk to the director, you go back first..."

Mr. Zhang sent Cici away with great difficulty, and after turning around, he looked at the back of Feng Yin who was going away, his eyes were full of brilliance.

When Feng Yin and Chen Weishuang came out of the bathroom together, they saw Dao Ping's assistant greet them.

"Feng Yin, Director Ping asked you to go to the small meeting room. There is a document I want to check with you." After the assistant finished speaking, Chen Weishuang took Feng Yin's hand.

"I am with you."

"Miss Chen, the director of the program group is also looking for you, saying that there will be a session where you interact with the male lead and you need to rehearse."

With the assistant saying that, Chen Weishuang couldn't accompany Fengyin anymore.

"You go back first, I'll go there by myself." Feng Yin had contacted the little assistant before, so he didn't think much about it, and when Chen Weishuang left, he followed the little assistant into the small conference room at the end of the corridor.

"You drink some juice first, and the director will come over soon."

After the little assistant finished speaking, he closed the door and left. Feng Yin looked at the orange juice on the table, walked to the door and wanted to open the door, but unexpectedly, the door of the conference room was locked.

"Miss Feng."

A shameless voice came from behind her, and the hot breath sprayed on the back of her neck, Feng Yin dodged to dodge, who knows, Mr. Zhang's movements were not slow.

"Director Ping won't be here anymore. I have something to talk to you alone. Do you think we should talk standing up, or lying down... lying down?"

Mr. Zhang smiled tremblingly, and raised his hand to grab Fengyin's shoulder, but she flashed past him again.

But Fengyin discovered that Mr. Zhang is not an ordinary idiot with a fat head. Before, he suddenly appeared behind him without any movement, and the trick of grabbing her shoulder just now, it can be seen that he also practiced it a few years ago. .

"Mr. Zhang, Weishuang and I are best friends. She won't be able to wait for me when she goes back. She will come here in at most 10 minutes! Do you want to continue?"

Feng Yin's back was pressed against the wall, and with his hands behind his back, he quickly dialed the first phone number.

If she remembered correctly, the first phone number was Chen Weishuang.

But at this moment, Leng Yan's phone call came in, and before it rang, Feng Yin's side had already connected by accident.

"wind……"

Leng Yan was also surprised, she answered the phone too quickly, and before calling out her name, she heard the voice of a man laughing from over there.

"Chen Weishuang has been held back by my assistant, and Director Ping is also talking to the producer behind. There is still an hour before the dinner! I can just use this hour to teach you how to be a charming woman !"

As Mr. Zhang said, he suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Feng Yin's hair, pulling her hair and bumping into the wall behind him.

Whoa!

When Feng Yin raised his hand to stop, the phone fell to the ground.

She immediately raised her foot and kicked Mr. Zhang's abdomen hard.

"I've seen a lot of little tender flowers like you! Don't look at you being choked and hot now, you'll be asking me to give it to you in a while!"

Mr. Zhang did have many years of experience in practicing Jiazi, Feng Yin's foot missed half an inch, and he dodged it sideways.