Dressing in a dog-blood romance and engaging in lily[Quick Transmigration]

The show is over.

Jing Nian wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and then patted the dust stuck to his body when he knelt on the ground just now.

She looked up at the "audience", the director still had that strict look on her face, but Jing Nian met his eyes and found that there was no fault of her own.

Next to him was a man with a big belly, who looked like a producer or something. There was nothing unusual about the expression on his face, but his eyes didn't stay on her, as if she was just a dispensable little people.

What surprised Jing Nian the most was a woman sitting in a corner. After she entered the door, the other person didn't raise her head. Instead, she was staring at her closely now. Stay on a touch of appreciation.

Now Jing Nian can see her face clearly, the familiar gold-rimmed eyes, with a slightly sharp appearance, it is the neighbor she saw before going out today.

Jing Nian and her stared at each other, stunned for a long time.

Hearing the other party suddenly say: "Not bad."

The director also provoked a smile almost imperceptibly: "Superb acting skills!"

All they showed were satisfaction.

Jing Nian looked at the last person, the man with the big belly.

I saw that he seemed to have heard something unbelievable, and the eyebrows on one side were raised high.

"How do you—"

He stopped when he was on the verge of speaking, and glanced at Jing Nian, as if he was a little afraid of her presence.

He cryptically said to the other two: "I think Qu Lanrong is better than her."

Jing Nian's neighbor, the woman picked up the gel pen with her thin white fingers, tapped on the notebook in front of her, her expression was a little indifferent.

"Qu Lanrong is inferior to her."

The director nodded in agreement.

Jing Nian watched and found that the man with a big belly seemed unwilling, but he still didn't say anything.

She fixed her eyes, and looked at this neighbor carefully, what is so extraordinary about her that it makes the other two faintly listen to her.

The woman met her eyes with a hint of a smile in them.

"Jing Nian?" As if the name had been chewed in her mouth, Jing Nian had a strange feeling, "This role is yours now."

It was so easy to make a final decision.

And that doesn't even take into account the actors who will audition for the same role in the future.

"Next, the crew will discuss with your agent, you can go back first." A staff member said.

The tight time did not give Jing Nian a chance to think more, she nodded, bowed to the judges, and politely said: "Thank you teacher."

Then he inadvertently looked at the name tag the woman put on the table.

——Si Wanqian.

She mobilized the heroine's memory as she walked out, but she didn't find anything about the name.

They obviously don't know each other.

But the woman's posture is so strange...

The almost overturned car in the last world made her feel sorry for her, so now when she sees events or people that don't fit the original plot, she has a sense of danger.

She asked the system: "Who is Si Wanqian?" '

[This name has never appeared in the plot. 】

Jing Nian frowned immediately.

When Xiao Liu, who was waiting at the door, saw her coming out, he hurried up to greet her.

Seeing her not-so-good-looking face at this moment, I wondered if she failed the audition?

Xiao Liu tried to comfort her: "Sister Nian Nian, if it doesn't work this time, there will be another time."

"What's wrong?"

Seeing her bewildered face, Xiao Liu said, "Didn't you fail the audition?"

But Jing Nian shook his head and said, "No, it's been confirmed that I'm playing this role, and the crew said that they will contact Sister Shang next time."

"Ah?" Xiao Liu was stunned, and she said, "Then sister Nian Nian, why are you unhappy?"

Jing Nian looked at her puzzled face, not knowing what to say.

"I'm not unhappy, it's just that I can't figure out a problem."

Soon, they got into the nanny car that came to pick them up. Jing Nian looked at Xiao Liu and asked, "Do you know who Si Wanqian is?"

"Si Wanqian?!"

Xiao Liu almost jumped up in shock, she didn't care about being hit on the head, and confirmed with Jing Nian: "You don't know Si Wanqian?"

This attitude made Jing Nian even more confused, she thought in her heart, could it be that Si Wanqian is some superhuman figure, why does everyone in the world have to know her?

Xiao Liu popularized science with her: "Si Wanqian is the most famous screenwriter in Country Z!"

"Her "Spring and Autumn" and "Pear Blossom Tree" have created a new era, and they are now talked about by people. Sister Nian Nian, why don't you know her?"

Xiao Liu began to chatter, her eyes sparkled, as if she was discussing her idol: "She is also very famous internationally, many foreign directors admire her extremely, and the awards she has won are already overwhelming. counted."

……

Seeing Xiao Liu's non-stop posture, Jing Nian felt thirsty for her, the car had already driven more than half of the distance, and the other party was still recounting Si Wanqian's glorious deeds.

In short, in Xiao Liu's eyes, she is electricity, she is light, and she is the only myth.

Jing Nian interrupted: "Then this Si Wanqian you mentioned, will she act as the screenwriter for the drama I auditioned for today?"

"How is it possible..." Xiao Liu waved his hands as if he had heard some joke, "Sister Nian Nian, you have too much imagination."

"I saw her at the audition today."

Xiao Liu was like a chicken being strangled, and stopped abruptly in the middle of the sentence: "Gah—?"

She widened her eyes and said in disbelief, "Really?"

Jing Nian nodded.

Xiao Liu immediately leaned back on the car seat with a dazed expression, as if he had just learned that pigs in this world can fly.

Jing Nian is still puzzled at this moment, if the other party is really like what Xiao Liu said, why would he condescend to be the screenwriter of a small TV series?

What's even more strange is that the other party still lives next door to her.

A world-renowned screenwriter, and a third-rate star as neighbors?

She couldn't quite believe it was a coincidence.

----

In a certain villa, Song Ci'an finished his day's work and lay down on the sofa.

Press the TV switch casually, and then focus on the mobile phone.

She didn't want to watch TV, but the villa was too empty, the floor illuminated by the lights in the hall was bright white, and it seemed as if she could hear the echo of "da da da" when she walked.

She turned on the TV, just to make the place more popular.

The original body's temper was also too cold, he forcibly turned himself into a block of ice.

The figure of Jing Nian appeared in her mind, she let out a long sigh, it has been a week, but the original body squeezed herself too hard, it was like a working machine.

She came here rashly, so she naturally had to follow the human design, otherwise she would be discovered by the heavens of this world, and it would be a disaster if the innocent were wiped out.

So she had to take over Yuan Bo's job and deal with endless affairs every day, which almost made her lose interest in the job of president.

It was also because of this that they didn't have much time to look for Jing Nian, which resulted in the two of them still not getting together.

"Blue team: Jing Nian, Wu Xingchen, Qu Lanrong."

A sentence from the TV caught Song Ci'an's attention.

She looked up suddenly, and found that the person she was thinking of was right in front of her eyes.

Perhaps it was because the program crew called Jing Nian's name just now, so the camera zoomed in and took a close-up of her. She stood there smiling, with a hint of surprise in her eyes that hadn't had time to melt away.

Song Ci'an glanced at the name of the show, it was a variety show called "Star Match".

Is this world a star?

She suddenly remembered her status as the president of the entertainment company, and suddenly had a subtle feeling.

Regardless of the darkness of the night, she hurriedly called the secretary.

"Send me Jing Nian's information, I want to know which company she works for."

The secretary was silent for a while.

"President..."

"Isn't Jing Nian part of our company?"

"There's also her information, which I delivered to your office a week ago..."

Song Ci'an: "..."

As smart as she is, she immediately thought of the day when the secretary seemed to be holding a large stack of documents and put them on her desk.

What else did the other party say?

President, this is the latest information on all the artists in the company.

Song Ci'an rarely felt a burst of unspeakable embarrassment, she tried to cover up the matter lightly: "Oh, I remembered wrongly."

The secretary was also worried about his salary. The CEO had always acted vigorously. Wherever he made a mistake in front of others, he was not at all honored as the first witness.

Instead, he was deeply worried about himself.

He said: "There are too many artists in the company, and it's normal for the president to sometimes be unable to remember."

"I'll send the other party's information later."

"Ah."

Song Ci'an hung up the phone.

The secretary was very efficient, and a few seconds later, her cell phone rang and the mailbox icon lit up.

She clicked in and opened the file that the secretary had just sent.

The secretary was woken up in the middle of the night, but now she can't sleep anymore.

He tossed and turned in bed, his mind was full of thoughts about what the president's purpose was.

An ordinary third-tier artist in a company obviously has nothing for the president to remember.

There hasn't been anything wrong with this artist recently, and there's nothing that can alarm the upper echelon. Obviously, it doesn't deserve the president's sole attention.

All of a sudden, a series of not-so-good words came to mind, such as unspoken/rule, entrust/support, etc., and the secretary made up a big show in the entertainment circle in his mind.

Then Tongtong was crushed when the president's face appeared, alas, why did he forget that the president obviously has a cold personality.

Anyone in this world is likely to fall into emotional entanglements, but the secretary dared to say with certainty: Their president will never have one!

The president is obviously a cold-blooded working machine, how could he fall into such a boring love game?

He was sure that there must be a more profound reason for the president's anomaly tonight, maybe there was something worth digging out about this female artist named Jing Nian, or the interests of the company were involved.