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Qingqing is not a royal sister.

She is a sweet little cutie.

safely:"……"

"Then what's the use of studying that article?" He couldn't help but growl, and after a few words of communication, An Ran already knew where the crux of the matter was.

Nowadays, some people often publish short and cute love stories on various websites and forums on the Internet. Most of them are written about the daily trivial things between couples. They have a strong sense of substitution. a joy.

Because these short and cute articles are real and cute, people can’t tell the truth from the fake, so many people who believe it is true will comment under the article, one by one shouting that they are so cute, like, envy, and want of.

But others don't know that she is an agent who works in the entertainment industry every day and has contacted various scriptwriters, editors, copywriters, planners, etc., but she still doesn't understand those so-called soft and cute interactive articles that are realistically oriented. Eight and nine are all false, are they all beautified and then beautified?

But she knew it was fake, but her family had also been in the entertainment circle for a long time, and during that time she had acted in two or three TV dramas, and her acting skills had been praised by the director and netizens for her good acting skills, but did she believe it?

And also learned from the article?

An Ran didn't know what to say anymore.

She felt that her artist probably had a brain problem.

Mo Rantong: "...are they all interoperable?"

Although he has already discovered that there seems to be some problems with his style, but seeing his manager being so aggressive, Mo Rantong said firmly: "And the effect is also very good, Qingqing likes me acting like a baby."

"You don't call it coquettish, it's called it."

With a cold smile, An Ran almost pointed at Mo Rantong's nose and scolded her for being stupid: "The authorities are obsessed with the onlookers, I don't think Mr. Feng likes it, but because you are the one who is pretending, she reluctantly endured it and didn't fight." kill you."

Mo Rantong: "..."

"Mo Rantong, think about it carefully, or you can ask others if you look like you deserve a beating, anyway, I can't stand it, I almost spit it out."

His face was full of disgust, An Ran was silent for a while to calm down, and then said again: "Honestly, I am very happy that you are favored by Mr. Feng, Mo Rantong, you should cherish it, I heard from Xiao He that Mr. Feng likes to eat sweet and sour Yu, likes to eat sweets, so please please her more, and try to get her to give you some resources."

"Xiaohe and I have already bought the ingredients and so on."

"The Internet turmoil this time, because of Mr. Feng's intervention, has also increased your popularity a lot, and because of Mr. Feng, the company has not cared about your private relationship this time. I think this company will definitely go to you in the future. Tilt more resources, and the outside world, I believe it will not be long before there will be a steady stream of books handed over to you, Mo Rantong, this is the reality in the entertainment industry."

"It's a hundred times easier to have a backstage than to have no backstage. Now that you are backed by President Feng, congratulations in advance, your career will go to a higher level."

Mo Rantong: "..."

"Qingqing and I are true love."

I don't like the manager's approaching everything to benefit, especially when the relationship between her and Qing Qing is benefited, Mo Rantong frowned, and retorted coldly: "I like Qing Qing, even if she is not a rich man, I would Will we fall in love with her, or the kind that will never break up for the rest of our lives."

"Oh."

With a perfunctory oh, An Ran felt that Mo Rantong was really naive, and Mo Rantong saw An Ran's disbelief, and even didn't care, so he choked angrily, and said, "What I said is, is, true."

He paused every word, as if he was afraid that An Ran would not be able to hear clearly.

safely:"……"

"Okay, I don't care if it's true or not. You should think about what I just said. The others have something to do. I'll go first."

An Ran is not just an entertainer, Mo Rantong, she is very busy, and today she was shocked by her own artist, and even fell in love with the very famous Mr. Feng, so she left so much time: "You should take a good rest these two days. Well, I reckon, after that, you should be in the group consecutively."

"I will take advantage of your popularity and choose a few more good scripts for you. After I have selected them, I will send them to you and you will finalize them."

Mo Rantong turned his head: "Huh."

An Ran rolled her eyes, ignoring Mo Rantong, who was throwing a temper tantrum and playing petty temper, just glanced at Xiao He, and said, "Take care of your elder sister Tong Tong."

Xiao He nodded violently foolishly.

"Do you remember what I told you before?"

Xiao He patted his chest to assure: "Sister Ran, don't worry, I will remember."

No, she didn't feel at ease at all. This guy didn't even tell her about his artist's relationship. Although it was understandable, it was also negligence.

Thinking of this, An Ran gave Xiao He a hum and left.

She wondered if she should replace Xiaohe, and when she got downstairs, An Ran slapped her head violently and realized: "It's terrible, I can't change it, Mr. Feng and the assistant next to him seem to have a good impression of Xiaohe, if I rashly Change Xiaohe, if you offend Mr. Feng, it will be over soon."

Xiao He, who didn't know that he had escaped, was being interrogated by Mo Rantong upstairs: "Xiao He, what did Sister Ran tell you?"

Counseling Xiaohe: "..."

Mo Rantong raised his eyebrows, concealed the surprise in his heart, and said persuasively, "Xiaohe, tell me, I promise not to tell sister Ran."

Counseling Xiaohe shrunk his neck: "...Of course, Sister Ran asked me to report to her every day what Sister Tongtong has done, especially..."

"Especially, did Qingqing alienate me and create a gap with me?"

With a light smile, he picked up Xiao He's unfinished words, and Mo Rantong smiled lazily and fearlessly, as if it wasn't a big deal: "Is that so, Xiao He?"

"Tong, Sister Tongtong, Sister Ran is also for your own good, she is afraid of you, you..."

"I know."

Although her manager has a bad temper, she sticks to the principles and the bottom line. She never forces the artists under her to go out to social parties, to accompany drinks, or like other managers, to cooperate with those bosses to set up her artists and sell them out. Artist, so Mo Rantong was not actually angry.

After changing the topic, Mo Rantong asked Xiaohe again: "Xiaohe, is what Miss Ran said true? I acted very artificially in front of Qingqing?"

It's a bit difficult for Mo Rantong to say the word natural.

After all, she always thought that in front of her lover, she was a beautiful, soft, cute girl who could be coquettish and flirtatious, but today...

"Forehead."

This is really a deadly question.

Xiaohe is very kind. She never chews or speaks ill of people behind their backs, but she never lies, so after struggling for about ten seconds, Xiaohe nodded: "Well, Brother Liang said, Miss Feng wanted to take you with me several times. Go see a psychiatrist."

Xiaohe's expression was very disturbed. She always felt that this secret must not be known by Sister Tongtong, so she kept holding back and didn't say it.

She didn't want to see sister Tongtong sad.

Mo Rantong: "..."

Mo Rantong can roughly guess that Liang Subo, who has always been strict and only loyal to her lover, actually told Xiaohe about this for the first time, just to let Xiaohe remind her indirectly, but Xiaohe is too innocent to understand at all. Seeing his intentions, so, "Ah ah ah ah ah ah."

Unable to hold his head and scream, Mo Rantong shouted in his heart that it was over.

"Sister Tongtong?"

Xiao He felt as if he had done something bad.

"Ah, ah, Xiaohe is none of your business, I just want to yell and vent." Picking up the pillow and ravaging it desperately, Mo Rantong really wanted to slap himself to death.

When Feng Qingshui came over after get off work, she saw her little girlfriend standing in the porch, holding her head, her whole body listless and listless.

Raising her eyebrows in surprise, Feng Qingshui asked, "What's wrong?"

"Humph."

Taking out a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet, Mo Rantong suddenly puffed up his cheeks, and said forcefully, "I'll clean up the house this afternoon, change your shoes!"

Feng Qingshui: "..."

It has been a long time since no one dared to speak to her in such an orderly tone. For a while, Feng Qingshui still felt a little nostalgic. She looked thoughtfully at the little girlfriend who was blown up, kicked off her leather shoes obediently, and put on her shoes. cotton mop.

"Huh!" Mo Rantong snorted forcefully, and Mo Rantong was impatient: "I came back so late, and my meal has been ready for a long time, and it's cold!"

Hearing this, Feng Qingshui hesitated a little and said, "Yes, I'm sorry?"

"Hmph! If you know I'm sorry, I'll come back sooner next time!"

After glaring at Feng Qingshui viciously, she turned around and walked away aggressively. Feng Qingshui blinked, closed the door and followed.

Then, the square dining table was filled with all kinds of steaming delicacies. Feng Qingshui took a quick look and found sweet and sour fish, shrimp balls, sweet soup...all of which she liked.

Feng Qingshui: "..."

Seeing Feng Qingshui staring straight at her, Mo Rantong was proud of the food she had carefully prepared, then quickly changed her expression, and yelled at her: "What are you looking at, wash your hands quickly, can you be full after watching the meal!"

"Oh."

Going to wash her hands obediently, as soon as Feng Qingshui sat down, she involuntarily picked up a piece of sweet and sour fish with chopsticks and put it in her mouth, narrowing her eyes in enjoyment.

Dinner has always been eaten by the two of them alone. Feng Qingshui adheres to the principle of not talking when eating or sleeping, and doesn't like to talk during meals.

In the past, she only responded with a few words to accommodate Mo Rantong, but today...

Ever since, Mo Rantong's mood became more and more uneasy amidst the bursts of silence. She thought with trepidation, could Qingqing be really angry?

Oh, I want to cry.

Super wronged.

Feng Qingshui, who was immersed in the delicious food, realized something was wrong with Mo Rantong until she was half full. She put down her chopsticks, swallowed the food in her mouth, and then asked, "What's wrong with you, who made you angry?" ?”

"Hey, it's not you."

His eyes were red, as if he was about to cry in the next second, Mo Rantong curled his mouth and said sullenly: "I'm picking on you, yelling at you, don't be angry, just act like you don't want to beat me every day in front of you." , you bear it too, bear it."

"Qingqing, you scare me so much."