The white moonlight gl

For Feng Qingshui, the day-to-day, fearless young lady.

Everyone in Star Entertainment has gradually adapted to it.

After all, there is nothing to do if you don’t get used to it. The agent who was kicked out of the company has been abandoned by the industry. It is a lesson learned from the past. The resentment faded from the shadow of that meeting, and everyone found that their eldest lady is really a cash cow. As long as she is there, those invisible contacts and resources can make them well-fed and rich.

Touching the bulging wallet, and looking at the unparalleled beauty of the young lady, many people are corrupted by both money and beauty, and think that the young lady is quite cute, even if Feng Qingshui is in the company He is becoming more and more unscrupulous, and his words and deeds are very secondary and domineering.

Those little trainee boys who used to be sad or even cry because of Feng Qingshui's words, have calmed down a lot now.

Because almost all the people in Xingchen understand the character of the eldest lady, that is, there are no taboos, wanton and arrogant but lazy and soft.

Except that the words are a little surprising.

The eldest lady is still very easy to get along with.

As long as they follow her and don't bother her, the old god can live the same, no, it should be better and more relaxed than before.

...

Feng Qingshui never managed the company, and only asked Mo Rantong to do it for him. Everyone in Xingchen Entertainment knew that some of them were quite critical of this. It wasn't that Feng Qingshui didn't care about the company, but that Mo Rantong was not qualified. .

After all, how can a rookie college student who has not yet graduated and has no social experience achieve this position, become their boss, and manage them?

Many people have this idea in their hearts.

And this idea reached its peak when Huang Yao was promoted and left Xingchen.

"Boss Huang is transferred away, and the eldest lady doesn't care about things. After that, the stars will be left at the discretion of Assistant Mo, isn't this too ridiculous?"

"Isn't it? I don't know what Missy thinks. Let someone who is not even a freshman take charge of the company. It was okay to have President Huang look at it before. After that, hehe, maybe she will make a big mess. Woolen cloth?"

"Shhh, don't question the young lady's decision, unless you don't want to do it anymore."

"Oh, I don't question it, I just think it's unfair, and I'm worried about the future of Xingchen!...Have you heard that Mo Tezhu actually grew up in a small valley, and his family is very poor!...You say Such a person has been admitted to Haida University, and it has only been more than three years so far. If you have experience but no experience, how can you manage such a huge star?... She is too young, and I guess she will not even be accepted in the end. Those who are cheated and played to death don't know!"

"Who said it wasn't."

In the bathroom, the two women were talking in the mirror while applying makeup, and this kind of conversation has been happening everywhere in Xingchen recently.

One of the women repaired her makeup and sighed again: "After the eldest lady came, the star welfare is very good, I really don't want it to have an accident."

"It's the same, but I don't think anything will happen to Xingchen. Although the eldest lady keeps saying that she won't take care of Xingchen's affairs, but if Assistant Mo really makes a big mess and causes Xingchen to suffer heavy losses, the eldest lady will definitely not take care of it." I will watch from the cuffs, I think our eldest lady is actually very soft-hearted."

The woman looked at the mirror and said faintly: "I hope so."

Most people don't want to change jobs frequently, especially when the job in front of them is still very good, one of the main reasons why people like Xing Chen are dissatisfied with Mo Rantong is that they feel that he is too young to be trusted.

After the two women left, after a while, the door of one of the compartments opened, and Mo Ranyu in a black formal suit came out from inside.

She came to the washstand step by step, wet her hands, squeezed some hand sanitizer, and lathered slowly, not in a hurry.

Her face was very calm, as if what the two women said just now had no effect on her at all, but one or two emotions in her heart could still be seen from the tense back, jaw, and back of her hands.

"I, can't I?"

After washing and drying his hands, Mo Rantong stared at himself in the mirror very seriously.

Originally, she didn't care about these gossips. After all, she firmly believed in her own ability, but these two days, Huang Yao left, and when she was dealing with the affairs of the stars alone, she obviously felt the strain.

Her self-confidence was shattered, so she also began to doubt herself because of the influence of the outside world and the disapproval of others, and her mood was difficult to calm down.

After all, Mo Rantong is just a girl in her early twenties now, she is not mature in heart, even though she has been forcing herself to grow and grow for more than two years, in some respects, she is still immature.

Taking a deep breath, suppressing the heat in the eye sockets, Mo Rantong caressed the corners of the eyes, as if gently wiping something.

Walking peacefully all the way towards the president's office, when passing by the tea room, Mo Rantong heard someone talking about her again.

"Well, do you know who Mott's assistant followed before?"

"Who?"

"Mr. Feng, I heard from friends in other branches that Mr. Feng is very good at assisting Mo Te. He has been interested in training her since more than two years ago."

"More than two years ago? At that time, Assistant Mott was only a freshman? Is this world a fantasy? Why do you think I don't have such good luck?"

"luck?"

The man leaned against the wall and sneered: "I think it may be through some improper means. Mott is good at growing up. Although he is not as good-looking as the eldest lady and President Feng, who knows whether Feng always likes her style?" Well, I heard from that friend that the relationship between Mr. Mott and Mr. Feng is very fierce among them. Hey, what's the use of us working hard here these days? We're headed up."

Another person exclaimed: "Isn't it?"

Mo Rantong: "..."

Her face turned pale immediately, and Mo Rantong really wanted to go in and find the woman who slandered her to make a theory, but after thinking about it, she still clenched her fist and left.

When Mo Rantong came in, Feng Qingshui found that the other party's mood didn't look very good, she curled her lips silently, Feng Qingshui picked up a grape and put it in her mouth, and sat on the sofa to watch TV.

Yes, it is TV.

Feng Qingshui, who was extremely idle and bored, installed a TV in the CEO's office. This operation made Huang Yao speechless at the time.

Right now, the spacious and bright CEO's office has been divided into two, one half is Mo Rantong's office, and the other half is Feng Qingshui's site.

There are sofas, coffee tables, refrigerators, TVs, laptops, game consoles, etc. on her site, like a small lounge.

Seeing that Mo Rantong walked straight towards the desk as soon as he entered the door, Feng Qingshui said leisurely: "I have to work again, do you want to come and sit?"

There was a slight pause in the steps, and then returned to normal. Mo Rantong didn't even look at Feng Qingshui, and directly refused: "No need, there are still many things that need to be dealt with."

"Oh, come on then."

Said without pain, no one in the entire Xingchen Entertainment understands better than Feng Qingshui how bad Mo Rantong's mental state is at this moment.

The company's gossip, the complexity of the work, all external and internal factors made Mo Rantong, a little girl, feel tremendous pressure.

Fengqing Shui Le watched the play, she was very curious about Mo Rantong's final choice.

So, a few more days passed.

Feng Qingshui looked at the ink dyed hair that was busy during the day and night, with extremely dark circles, as if a gust of wind could blow it down, and couldn't help it.

In the morning, at the villa.

Feng Qingshui, who was sitting in the dining room eating breakfast, suddenly put the bowl heavily: "Mo Rantong, what kind of porridge are you making, do you want to salt me ​​to death?"

On the side, Mo Rantong, who drank porridge and never forgot to read the documents, took a sip of porridge dumbly, and took another sip. After a while, she seemed to have heard Feng Qingshui's words suddenly. Qing Shui said anxiously: "Hold, I'm sorry Qingqing, I didn't pay attention."

Feng Qingshui: "..."

Well, for the sake of her being so miserable, she won't bother with her.

However, when I was at the company in the afternoon, Feng Qingshui: "Mo Rantong, wash an apple for me, remove the core, peel it, cut it into slices, and add some sugar."

Mo Rantong didn't respond.

Feng Qingshui waited for almost a minute, but there was still no response from Mo Rantong, so she raised her voice and repeated the words again: "Mo Rantong, go and wash an apple for me, remove the core and peel, and add some sugar!"

Mo Rantong: "..."

Feng Qingshui: "..."

Suspiciously, she turned her head and looked in the direction of the desk, and when she saw someone lying there familiarly, as if asleep, Feng Qing smiled mischievously.

But the melancholy of the past few days has subconsciously dissipated a lot.

"Tsk, why are you working so hard?"

Turning down the sound of the TV, Feng Qingshui shook her head, thinking that Mo Rantong, the Phoenix girl and Baiyanlang, was really stupid.

About an hour later, Feng Qingshui heard the movement from Mo Rantong's side, and she got up and walked towards her in a cool and neat manner. Feng Qingshui looked at Mo Rantong who was blank-eyed, and asked, "Are you very busy recently? You are so busy that you can't even sleep No?"

Mo Rantong: "..."

"Qingqing."

His voice was a little hoarse, Mo Rantong rubbed his eyes, not knowing how to answer.

"Hey, it's such a small broken company, what is there to do?"

Here at Mo Rantong, Feng Qingshui no longer concealed her disdain for Xingchen, a small company, and casually picked up the documents on the desk and glanced at them, but within a few seconds, Feng Qingshui threw them back again: "Mo Ran Tong, have you forgotten your identity?... You represent me, and naturally everyone in the company will serve you. What do the people in charge of the general manager do? If you want to trouble you, then they should all go away!"

"Qingqing."

A subtle warmth flowed from the heart to the limbs, and Mo Rantong couldn't help holding Feng Qingshui's hand: "Are you caring about me?"