contract relationship

An Tong was completely dumbfounded.

The strange woman stood opposite, her thin eyelids were hanging, and her eyes were full of condescending scrutiny.

Straight black hair, a white shirt, a well-tailored crow blue formal dress, and a beige long windbreaker on top.

The clothes were a bit messy, the belt tucked behind her was unraveled and fell down, and half of the shoulder line fell to the elbow, which was pulled by An Tong when he was fumbling around.The shirt was also wrinkled, and a corner was raised from the tight skirt, which was also done by An Tong.

The cold woman had disheveled clothes, put on makeup, loose hair, and looked like she had been raped.But his expression is calm, aloof and lofty, looking down on everyone.

In terms of contrast, this person is more considerate than An Tong or the red-haired partner, and his beauty is very contradictory.

An Tong was dazed for a few seconds, gasped first, and asked stammeringly, "You, who are you? What are you doing here?"

At this time, the leading man outside spoke up, reminding anxiously: "That... President Fan, you have been notified. He is in the meeting room."

After finishing speaking, he left and closed the door of the studio.Before the door was closed, An Tong saw her partner outside, winked at her, and wiped her neck.

What's the meaning?kill?

Silence?

Click—the door lock fell.

It became a closed space again, and there were still only two people facing each other.The difference is that this time there is light, and he can see the other party clearly... However, Mr. Fan withdrew his scrutinizing gaze.

President Fan took a tissue from the low coffee table and wiped his lips.She completely ignored An Tong, straightened her hair and shirt, and took off her trench coat.

An Tong felt that this arrogant and indifferent style seemed to have been seen somewhere, and a thought came to his mind: Mr. Fan, could it be the Mr. Fan she knows?

An Tong settled down and apologized softly: "I'm sorry...it's too dark, I thought it was a partner"

Responding to An Tong was the long windbreaker, which rushed towards her head and just covered her face.

"Put it on."

Mr. Fan's voice reached An Tong's ears through his coat, and he still cherished words like gold.But compared to the previous Bo Nu, he was much calmer now, unable to hear his emotions.

An Tong hurriedly pulled off his clothes and looked down at himself.The sweater had been stretched too much, and it had already changed its shape. The shoulders were more lumpy, and half of the shoulders were exposed.The hem just covered the thighs, and the edges were rolled up, hanging on the hip bones.

The underpants were all exposed, no better than Mr. Fan.

An Tong hurriedly put down the curling, and held the windbreaker in front of him.

Mr. Fan gave the clothes, regardless of whether An Tong wore them or not, and said to himself: "The live broadcast project is suspended, and follow-up arrangements will be made to listen to the announcement. You can go back now."

An Tong was stunned: "Then we won't shoot today? Or won't we shoot in the future?"

"There will be someone to connect with you."

The business-like tone did not give An Tong a chance to ask again, and Mr. Fan ended the conversation unilaterally, very coldly.The high-heeled shoes stepped on the carpet and landed on the marble floor outside. The sound became farther and farther away, and soon disappeared completely.

An Tong was the only one left in the live broadcast room.

An Tong looked down at the coat in his arms. The lining was still warm, with a light plant scent, and the scent of shampoo rubbed against the neckline, which was mellow and mild.

She folded the windbreaker, found the jeans she was wearing when she came here from the back of the sofa, dressed, and went out to find Director Luo.As a result, I walked around Xiyin Media, but I didn't see Director Luo.

It's not just Director Luo, Xiyin's employees have lost more than half, and several departments are empty.The few who remained were also in a hurry, doing things dully, and trotting all the way to submit documents.

There was a rush of chaos everywhere, some materials were spread out on some vacant seats, and pens fell to the ground, but people didn't know where they went.

An Tong completed a full circle, and returned to the live broadcast room, and found a person sitting sprawled on the sofa, with one foot on the coffee table, eating props and fruits—it was An Tong's partner who hadn't had time to cooperate.

The red-haired partner gave An Tong a wink: "Hey! Hello, little partner."

An Tong hid her anxiety and managed to force a smile: "Hello, sister."

The partner was amused by this address, squinting his eyes and stroking An Tong's head, like a kitten's fur: "Be good, be good. Just call me Huan Ni."

Different from the dissolute and rebellious appearance, Huan Ni is very kind and easy to get close to.Knowing that An Tong is looking for Director Luo, Huan Ni pulls An Tong to reveal the gossip.

"Don't look for it. The big boss got that dog thing down."

An Tong was dumbfounded and couldn't understand for a while.

Huanni shared half of the oranges with An Tong, and pinched An Tong's cheek by the way: "The upper level fights, and the soldiers at the bottom suffer. It's okay if you don't understand, it has nothing to do with us for the time being."

How can it be okay?An Tong's contract hasn't been signed yet!

It was Director Luo who communicated with An Tong before, and it was also Director Luo who discussed the specific terms in an interview. Director Luo also made the shooting plan and arrangement.

So far, all the promises An Tong has received are from Director Luo.Now that Director Luo is no longer in place, who can she ask for cash?

An Tong was sweating all over his body, his mouth was dry with shock: "Is Xiyin going to close?"

Huanni laughed: "What are you thinking? It's just laying off an employee, nothing fundamental can be done. Xiyin is the brainchild of the big boss. Once the director is replaced, he will be back on track."

"What about the live broadcast plan?"

Huanni finished eating the oranges and was peeling grapefruits with her bare hands. She continued chatting with An Tong without raising her head: "Say it's over. Let's just wait. Anyway, there is a contract, and it's Xiyin's formally signed podcaster. Xiyin is here , we'll have something to eat."

An Tong's face was pale, but the circles of his eyes began to turn red.She sniffed, rubbed her eyes, and asked, "What if I didn't sign the contract?"

"Who knows, I probably won't sign it. I just found out that Luo Laogou's project is not the same as what the big boss approved at that time. What the big boss wants to do is not this. I have been busy for a month! "

It’s over.

A thread in An Tong's brain broke completely, as if falling into the deep sea, lack of oxygen, and his heart was pounding.

She needs this contract, she wants to get that bond and wait for that money to save her life.But now it's gone?

An Tong's voice trembled, and he worked hard not to choke: "Who is the big boss, do you know? Can you find him now?"

Huanni suddenly raised her head: "You don't know that yet, do you? The one who entered the live broadcast room and was hugged and hugged by you just now is the big boss of Reed Group. You kiss the big boss!"

Rehm?The Fan family in the north of the city?

It was really Mr. Fan that An Tong knew.The eldest lady of the Fan family, Fan Shuojing.

……

A few years ago, An Tong was a pampered little princess. She met Fan Shuojing once at a banquet, and thought that person had ice on his face and frost on his brows.

The words were also rigid and serious, until An Tong followed his father to leave the scene, and did not see the woman smile.

But at that time, Fan Shuojing was thinner and a little out of shape, with sunken cheeks and prominent cheekbones, like a paper man that could be blown down by the wind.

So much so that her impression label in An Tong's mind was "living skeleton", so An Tong didn't recognize her when he saw her this time.

After a few years, An Tong secretly looked at Fan Shuojing across a large desk, and erased the dry and thin woman from his mind, replacing the current image of a well-proportioned and plump woman.

Much better looking, even with a cold face.

However, Fan Shuojing on the opposite side did not recognize An Tong. She was still holding a pen in her hand and was about to approve a document, but was interrupted by An Tong's reckless barge in.

"You want to sign a live broadcast contract?"

An Tong nodded.

"The live broadcast plan has been suspended, and Director Luo is no longer in charge of this piece of content. No matter what he promised you, there is no way to fulfill it now."

It was because of knowing that An Tong came to Fan Shuojing.According to what Huanni said, Fan Shuojing should have a related idea, and when the new director is in place, he will definitely start planning.

Hearing An Tong's explanation, Fan Shuojing simply put down the pen, leaned on the back of the chair, and looked over with raised eyes: "You can't do it."

An Tong was in a hurry, and walked to the big class desk in two steps, and leaned over the table: "I can do it! I can do anything, no matter what the conditions are, I can do it!"

Fan Shuojing didn't speak, but got up and walked half a circle along the executive desk, stopping only half an arm's length away from An Tong.With one hand resting on the edge of the table, she turned around and pressed down on An Tong, not even keeping the last half-arm distance away.

Table... table boom?

An Tong was startled and almost kicked him.Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the sarcasm in Fan Shuojing's eyes. She pressed down her right foot forcefully, forcing herself not to move.

What test is this?

Fan Shuojing looked down at An Tong, and the question was still the same: "I'm a brand of Lily, can you do it?"

An Tong was held between his arms by Fan Shuojing, his tailbone resting on the mahogany, and in front of him was another person's breath.Her confidence weakened by three points, and she swallowed a mouthful of saliva before responding: "I, I can do it."

Fan Shuojing put her hand into An Tong's sweater, and stroked An Tong's back: "What about this?"

An Tong bit her lip, endured the humiliation and embarrassment, and gave a "huh" with difficulty, which was a positive response.

"Do you know what expression you have now?"

Forbearance, unwillingness, even hostility.But the eyes are very bright, and a cluster of small flames burns, which can burn people.

Fan Shuojing let go of An Tong, took three steps back, and kept the distance between the two of them: "You can't do it. You're repelling, and the camera will record your truest reaction. You can't lie, and you can't deceive the audience."

An Tong suddenly became quiet, without arguing or responding.

Fan Shuojing put that hand behind her back, twitched her fingertips lightly, and continued: "This is not something that can be done by watching a few movies and imitating a few movements, and it can't be solved by turning off the lights. As for actors, I can find many , but I don't need to."

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The author has something to say: Thank you Big Bird for the bazooka, Eucommia for the mines, and Sicilion for the deep-water torpedoes!

It's been a long time since I wrote, and I'm actually very nervous...

I didn't expect to see a familiar ID, and I was so excited that I jumped up.I love you =3=