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Chuzheng ignored his nonsense: "Where is your assistant?"

"No assistant." Feng Wang suddenly snorted angrily.

For someone like Feng Wang, would Lan Ling give him an assistant?

Chuzheng didn't believe it at all.

Chuzheng took out the phone.

"Who are you calling?" Feng Wang saw her actions and immediately said: "Don't call Lan Ling."

Chuzheng stopped and glanced at him coldly: "Your assistant's phone number?"

"How could I remember an assistant's phone number?" Feng Wang curled his lips and said very arrogantly: "Go away, I don't need anyone to accompany you."

Chuzheng: "..."

I'd rather leave.

You bastard don't allow it.

I am also trying to be a good person today.

Chuzheng pulled out the chair next to her and sat down.

Feng Wang looked sideways: "Why don't you leave? I won't look at you twice if you stay. Don't even think about coveting my beauty!"

are you crazy!

Do you have beauty and I don’t? !

I'm...well, not as good-looking as you.

Chuzheng rolled her eyes in her heart and decided to ignore him and just scrolled through her phone.

Chuzheng ignored him, and Fengwang couldn't make waves.

Feng Wang came out without his cell phone and could only stare at Chu Zheng - watching her scroll through her cell phone.

Even in the middle of the night, Feng Wang's enthusiasm for beating reporters has not diminished. Night owl passers-by and his army of anti-fans are tirelessly counting Feng Wang's crimes.

Of course, there are also some handsome dogs in it - it doesn't matter what he has done, only his looks.

Chu Zheng summarizes: being a vase, acting like a big name, having no quality, suppressing newcomers, disrespecting seniors...

Too much.

In short, he has all the problems that artists can have.

He also has problems that artists don’t have.

How did someone so lively and active turn into a dark person?

Chuzheng scrolled through her phone quietly. Feng Wang stared for a while, his eyes a little sore. He lay down on the bed with his back to Chuzheng.

He didn't sleep either, so he kept his eyes open and stared into space.

There is nothing in the eyes, like silent nothingness. Once you step in, you will be drowned by the darkness of nothingness.

-

Feng Wang woke up the next day and what he saw when he opened his eyes was Lan Ling.

"Did she tell you?"

"What?" Lan Ling looked tired.

"The artist you newly signed."

"Chu Zheng? What does it have to do with her?" Lan Ling was confused.

Isn't that what she said?

Feng Wang frowned: "How do you know I'm here?"

"My friend in the hospital told me." Lan Ling was so angry that she put her hands on her hips: "I warned you not to drink, but you didn't listen. Now you're fine. You're in the hospital. Are you satisfied?"

"..."

Lan Ling pointed at him and taught him a lesson.

When she left, she asked him if he was okay, and he said fine, it was okay...

As a result, I ended up in the hospital.

Lan Ling couldn't wait to press him on the hospital bed and rub him.

Feng Wang occasionally talked back, maybe because he had a stomachache that he hadn't recovered from yet, and his fighting ability wasn't as good as Lan Ling's.

In the end, Lan Ling was afraid that he would be photographed in the hospital. When the time came, she would be busy writing out 1, 2, 3, 4, 5.

So I immediately discharged Feng Wang from the hospital and took him back.

"You are not allowed to make any response to the beating of the reporter. Take good care of your stomach! Don't give me any more trouble!" Lan Ling ordered Feng Wang to recuperate at home.

"oh."

Lan Ling chattered a lot.

Feng Wang slumped on the sofa. Only he knew whether he heard it or not.

"Um...that artist you newly signed, give me the phone number." When Lan Ling left, Feng Wang suddenly asked her for Chu Zheng's phone number.

"What?" Lan Ling frowned.

Feng Wang said confidently: "She also lives here, and we will all be colleagues from now on. Isn't it normal to exchange numbers?"

Lan Ling seemed to think that what Feng Wang said was reasonable, so after considering it, she gave him Chuzheng's number.

Feng Wang got the number and immediately asked the question aggressively.

Feng Wang: Did you and Lan Ling file a complaint?

Feng Wang: Even if you don’t reply to me, I know it’s you who complained. Junior sister, you can’t behave like this, you will be put in the wrong shoes.

Feng Wang: I have read the text message, what do you mean if you don’t reply to me?

Feng Wang: If you have the ability, please reply to me! (Message sending failed)

Feng Wang held the phone and stared at the words, as if trying to spot a flower.

Is this blocking him? !

Chi Chuzheng!

Bravo! !

Feng Wang opened WeChat, entered his mobile phone number, and applied to be added.

The other party rejected your friend application.

Feng Wang took a deep breath.

Added again.

The other party rejected your friend application.

Feng Wang: "..."

Feng Wang put down his cell phone, walked to the drawer next to him, took out the medicine bottle, poured out two pills and ate them.

He took a look at the medicine in the medicine bottle and saw that there was not much left...

Feng Wang threw the medicine bottle back and did not touch the phone again.

-

Chuzheng had no time to talk to Feng Wang.

She has business to do.

[Main mission: Please win the ‘Tivian’ jewelry endorsement within ten days. 】

Both Van Loya and Tivian are benchmarks in the jewelry industry.

If you win their endorsement, the star's status will rise accordingly.

According to the current status of the original owner, there is no such endorsement at all.

Now she is required to win this endorsement within ten days.

Isn't this embarrassing this little cutie like her?

Tivian is a man who makes jewelry to make huge profits. Is he short of money?

Short of money? !

But I don’t want to be rewinded...

Chu Zheng was so angry that she finally had to find a way to complete the task.

The weak and helpless little pity myself.

Tivian has not been looking for a spokesperson recently.

The domestic spokesperson is actress Tan Xin.

The original owner had acted with her before, and she was a bit arrogant and not easy to get along with.

Chuzheng flipped through Tivian's official Weibo, but there wasn't much useful information.

But money can make all the difference. If you can’t find it outside, you can look for it from within.

Chuzheng soon got the exact news that Tivian was looking for a spokesperson for the new series ‘Fire’.

Jewelry companies with deep pockets have nowhere to spend their money. Every time they launch a new series, they have to find a spokesperson.

The bastard didn't say what kind of endorsement it was, so this is feasible.

The problem now is that the other party of this series has not publicly searched for spokespersons. It is obvious that they do not want to use these celebrities, or do not want people to use the back door, so they adopt an invitation system. The invited artists can go to auditions and have to sign a confidentiality agreement.

The question is—how can I get the invitation letter from Tivian?

"Sister Chuzheng, I've washed all the clothes." Liangxi wiped his hands and came out: "Is there anything else you want me to do?"

Chuzheng raised her head and glanced at Liangxi, a child with ADHD: "Send the porridge on the table to Feng Wang."

Liangxi's face changed slightly, and he whispered: "Sister Chuzheng...can you not go?"

"how?"

Chuzheng asked calmly, but Liangxi was a little frightened.

Liangxi tugged at the corner of his clothes: "I... look at him... I'm a little afraid of him."

Chuzheng did not embarrass Liangxi.

Deliver it in person?

Think beautifully.

Chuzheng called the apartment staff and asked the apartment staff to deliver it.

For an apartment like this, the monthly property fee is exorbitantly high, and naturally the services are corresponding.

As long as they can do it, they will respond to requests.