To the goddess + side story

I stared at Chen Ling dumbfounded, you really dare to say, I remember that you seem to belong to DR too.

I was relieved when she said that, but why I was relieved, I don't know, in my current capacity, if Roy is with that fat executive, I can't say anything.

Of course I believe she will not.

After entering Chen Ling's office, she said hello to a few people, moved a stool for me to sit down, and then gave me a printed document beside her, and said to take it easy, this is the task of her assistant, and returned it to me. I have a contract and say that I will sign it if I think there is no problem.

I looked carefully and felt that being her assistant was a bit free, but I didn't say it out. Like Chen Ling, he was probably a free-range star in the company, so I didn't care much about it. One is pretending, I was blown away after asking this question, I was so sad and fired me, what should I do with my Chinese New Year red envelope money.

Thinking about it, I watched it again carefully.

Chen Ling said: "You don't have to look so carefully, I don't have much to do as an Internet celebrity who is far away from the [-]th line."

I groaned, feeling that my worries just now were superfluous.

There was no problem, so I signed. Chen Ling was watching beside me. It was fine if she didn’t speak, but she kept emphasizing that she was on my side. If there was any problem, she would try her best to help me, which made me feel very panic. I feel like she dug a hole for me to jump into.

After she put away my information, she shook the mobile phone in her hand and said: "Sister Chen is looking for me, you can just go upstairs and downstairs on this floor and don't run around, I will come back to find you later."

I groaned and saw her leave in a hurry.

There is no one in the office at the moment, and I must have gone to work. I helped Chen Ling tidy up her desk when I had nothing to do, but I didn’t dare to touch her computer. In my cognition, I am a person who likes to watch island movies. I am afraid that I will pop up an inexplicable window at random, and if I happen to be bumped into by someone, it will be really wronged.

Sitting was really boring. I got up and went to the corridor. After only a few steps, a man hurriedly came over with a bag. When he saw me, he pulled my sleeve excitedly and said, "Sister, do you know where the toilet is?" ?"

I wanted to say I didn't know, but when I looked up, I saw a toilet sign on the ceiling, and I pointed him in the direction according to the sign.

He nodded and said thank you, then put the bag in my hand, "Please, recording studio on the 6th floor, three cups 120."

There was a sense of constipation in his words, so I couldn't help but catch the bag, and watched him leave in a hurry.

Uh, what's the situation.

I opened the bag and saw that there were three cups of coffee. It turned out to be a takeaway. I thought it was unreasonable to take the coffee into the toilet. If you are in a hurry, forgive him.

I took the elevator to the 6th floor and searched one by one. Sure enough, I saw the so-called recording studio at the end. I knocked on the door, and there was a deep man's laughter from inside, and the door was suddenly opened from the inside.

Hitting head-on, he glanced at me first, then at the bag in my hand, then unceremoniously took a glass from it and smiled at me: "Little sister, this is mine."

Just take it and go.

I looked at his back, as expected of a music maker, so cool.

I walked in, put the coffee on the table, and thought in my heart that if the money was collected and I didn't meet the little brother, can I take the money?

When I was a little tangled in my heart, a voice behind me froze my whole body.

I turned around and saw Roy leaning on a chair and holding a piece of paper with her head in her hand. She said, "The lyrics are a little too bland and don't match the melody."

I swallowed, she inadvertently raised her head and met my gaze.

This time, she held the paper very steadily, and did not drop it on the ground, and did not give me a chance to help her pick it up quickly.

She glanced at me, then lowered her head again.

3 for 120 cups, I really can’t say it, the food delivery this time is really a loss, and I have to pay for it.

I was about to leave when Roy suddenly said flatly, "Bring me the coffee."

The person next to her was about to stand up, but she stopped me, so I had to take the coffee out of the bag and pass it over.

She didn't answer it either, and it wasn't wrong to take my hand back so stiffly, and it wasn't wrong to put it on the table.

With her head lowered, she suddenly spoke again, and said slowly, "Go and make me a cup of coffee."

The people around her let out a hey immediately after hearing this, and quickly opened the door and left.

It's different in the entertainment industry. It took only a few seconds to know that I was redundant, and I knew that Roy's words were to distract her.

But Roy is too perfunctory, he said help me to get some information or something, making a cup of coffee is a bit unreliable.

Now, it's just the two of us in the recording studio, and the atmosphere is very weird.

Like many people, I have wondered many times what it would be like to meet Roy again, but I don't have such great ideals. I never thought how glamorous I would be when Roy met me again. What I thought was , maybe she happened to walk by when I was sloppily going downstairs to take out the trash, and laughed at me.Maybe I met her while I was eating in the street with no image, and she laughed at me.Maybe it was because I was particularly down and out begging along the street, she threw me several hundred dollar bills and laughed at me.

In short, it was she who laughed at me, maybe I was used to being oppressed, or maybe she was used to being tall in my heart, I couldn't imagine that she was down and I was successful.