The little stepmother is poor and crazy, and the Buddhist disciples in Beijing kneel down and pamper

"The commercial is only five minutes long, director, should we still broadcast it?"

The assistant director was already wiping sweat.

To be honest, this is already a serious live broadcast accident. You must know that the number of viewers in their current live broadcast room has exceeded million. If they don't handle it well, they may directly ruin their careers.

The director wiped his sweat and took a look at his baby daughter. The little girl stood obediently in the water alone. Fortunately, there was no danger.

"Broadcast, if this doesn't broadcast, you and I will never do this again! Go quickly, communicate with Meng Fuying, tidy up your appearance, and continue the game... Wait a moment, or you can remove the arena and go directly to the finish line to collect the food. "

It is no longer possible to rely on games to create competitive excitement. The scene that was live broadcast at that moment was enough to attract hundreds of hot searches.

Don't let any more accidents happen during the ring. The director's life is more important now. He just wants to finish this party smoothly.

Because of previous lessons, they have changed the steps this time and chosen the safest and most secure option.

Who would have thought that such a big accident could happen to just a swimming pool.

The assistant director looked at Meng Fuying, who was slumped by the swimming pool with disheveled hair, squirming on the spot and really didn't know how to communicate.

"Go quickly, why are you hanging around? Five minutes is too much!"

The director was furious and yelled directly at the assistant director.

The director had already spoken, so the assistant director had no choice but to step forward and communicate with Meng Fuying...

"What? I'm already like this, and you don't hold Fang Qingqing accountable and still let me continue recording? Are you blind?"

When Meng Fuying heard the assistant director asked her to continue recording, she yelled angrily, regardless of her image.

When the staff around her saw her embarrassment, they couldn't sympathize with her at all. Who told you to mess with Fang Qingqing?

After what happened last time, they all worship Fang Qingqing like a god, right?

To be precise, it was for Xiao Yunsheng, a small financial backer who brought in tens of millions of dollars in sponsorship, but they all had the same meaning. Who said they were in a group?

What do you mean when you say this now? Do you dare to offend or bear the consequences?

"You can't say that, Teacher Meng. After all, it's our fault first. No matter what, the contract has been signed, so you can't go on strike, right?"

The assistant director has no choice. If he can't persuade me hard, he can only talk about the contract.

When Meng Fuying saw Fang Qingqing just now, she immediately stopped recording and left. She had already done this herself, so why couldn't she?

"I can't record it. If you have the ability, let Fang Qingqing do it!"

Meng Fuying blocked her hair in front of her with both hands, revealing her smooth forehead.

She looked a bit fierce without bangs, and the staff surrounding her took two steps back unconsciously.

"Teacher Fang is furious right now, so I definitely don't dare to disturb her anymore. Besides, if something happens to her, she will bear the consequences herself. Teacher Meng, on your side, if the brokerage company is willing to pay you liquidated damages, we will I can’t force you.”

The assistant director endured his resentment and began to use coercion and inducement.

Meng Fuying's chest rose and fell, and she took a breath of life. Today, she just imitated Fang Qingqing and went to the end.

Tossing her water-filled hair, she said nonchalantly: "Just pay, whatever you want, I really won't record it today!"

When the assistant director saw that nothing made sense, he asked his assistant to call Meng Fuying's agent.

All the agents participating in the variety show were basically squatting in the live broadcast room. At this time, Meng Fuying's agent saw that it was the show team's call and immediately picked up the call.

After hearing the purpose of his visit, he asked the staff to hand the phone to Meng Fuying.

Meng Fuying originally didn't want to take it, but after all she couldn't bear the consequences of such willfulness. She thought that after all, it was her manager who would always support her after seeing her in such a miserable state, so she accepted it.

"Meng Fuying, don't you want to be in this industry anymore? Even if you don't want to be in this industry, you'd better finish recording this show for me. Let me tell you, the company can't afford the consequences of the strike, and neither can you. rise."

Meng Fuying still wanted to argue, but was blocked by her manager before she could speak.

"If you want to be saddled with tens of millions of liquidated damages for the rest of your life and be hid by the company, then just do it. I'll stop here and you can weigh it yourself."

After that, he hung up the phone ruthlessly.

Meng Fuying stood there like a drowned rat, staring at the phone in her hand for a few seconds, biting her lip angrily, and raised her hand to throw the phone into the swimming pool.

Fortunately, the assistant had quick eyesight and quick hands, stretched out his hand to block it, and took the phone back with lightning speed:

"My new Love Crazy 15 is not a prop!"

Meng Fuying was still angry, turned around and wailed twice, feeling very unhappy but not daring to leave the scene.

When the assistant director saw it, he immediately asked the makeup artist from his team to come forward to tidy up her appearance, and then went back to report the good news to the director.

The other mothers present had already gone ashore and were taking a break. The scene just now scared several children, and the mothers were trying to comfort them carefully.

Besides, Fang Qingqing hugged Xiao Yunsheng and went directly upstairs to the room.

Along the way, Xiao Yunsheng didn't speak until Fang Qingqing put him down. The little girl turned around, covered her face and buried her head in the soft bed.

He didn't look at Fang Qingqing, didn't make a fuss, and didn't speak.

Fang Qingqing looked at his small ball, feeling extremely soft and depressed.

He sat directly on the ground, put his hand on the little guy's back, and stroked it gently, "Yun Sheng, if you want to cry, just cry."

He must have been frightened just now. When I held him back just now, I could still feel his body shaking.

Xiao Yunsheng remained silent and was not heard crying.

Fang Qingqing stopped talking, patted his back gently, and waited quietly for him to speak.

"Did I feel embarrassed just now?"

I don’t know how long it took, but the sound of small breasts came from between the fingers and the soft bed.

Fang Qingqing was stunned for a moment, then smiled softly, tilted her head and leaned on the bed, looked at him and said, "How could it be possible? You are very brave. You know how to ask your mother for help."

……

Another moment of silence.

Xiao Yunsheng finally raised his head and looked at Fang Qingqing with a stern look on his red face:

"If you think I've embarrassed you, just say so."

Fang Qingqing was so cute that he looked so cute.

He pulled the person into his arms and hugged him tightly, "Then I'll just tell you?"

The little man lying in Fang Qingqing's arms looked nervous.

"You didn't. No matter what you do, my little stepmother will never feel that you have embarrassed me. Even if you lose it, I will pick it up myself."

Xiao Yunsheng:......