Yin Han looked at the words sent by the white curls, and then looked at the other party's number, his expression even more confused.

Why does this little sister have a mobile phone number for a while?

You can't be kidnapped, right?

So, he stared at the text message again, and read it carefully, but he didn't get any useful information from it.

After pondering for a few minutes, he called the secretary and asked him to check where the white scroll was now, so that he could go over and take a look.

In fact, within more than a year, Yin Han really did a lot of things to see his little sister secretly.

No way, who made themselves miss their little sister too much?

......

In the studio, after the staff re-erected the collapsed background board, they were ready to start filming.

However, Bai Juan stood there and waited for a while, but Director Sun didn't mean to start at all.

Just sit in a chair and knock on your phone with your head down.

I don't know who I'm chatting with, but the bearded big cake face smirks from time to time.

"Director Sun, is it okay to start?" Vice President Guo couldn't stand it anymore, and walked over and reminded him by tugging at the corners of his lips.

But Director Sun lifted his eyelids impatiently, pointed to the white curl, and said disgustedly: "Vice President Guo, it's not that I don't want to shoot, it's that I really can't shoot." ”

Vice President Guo took a deep breath and forced a smile: "Why can't you shoot?"

"She couldn't give me the feeling I wanted. Director Sun was about to find fault with the end, and slammed his phone on the table, his face full of disdain.

It's as if filming his commercials requires a high level of acting skills.

Bai Juan couldn't listen to it anymore, stepped on high heels and walked down, looked at Director Sun's bloated big cake face, smiled slightly, and sincerely proposed: "I see you, I don't want to shoot at all, I won't waste your time, the door is there, it's good to go." ”

Isn't he a third-rate advertising director?

He's just an advertising director in the world, what's the matter?

In terms of major, this girl is the first in the 9012 class of the directing department of the Beijing Opera Academy!

She complained in her heart, and politely made a gesture of invitation.

Bai Juan really guessed correctly, just now, Director Sun received Yang Jing's WeChat, saying that there was a brand of jewelry to shoot a new promotional video, and asked him if he was interested, and the price was double this.

Director Sun, who lost the money, was naturally very happy, and was thinking about how to get out, but he didn't expect this brainless vase to help him.

Before leaving, he didn't forget to bury the white scroll: "Vice President Guo, I kindly advise you, if you don't want the company to go bankrupt, hurry up and change the spokesperson!"

Vice President Guo's heart: If I change the spokesperson, the company is really not far from going out of business!

"Tsk, I heard you right, this vase is actually talking to Director Sun?"

"Hehe, this time the director is gone, and the advertisement is still a fart!"

"That's it, why doesn't she have a brain, now it's up to her to get off the stage!"

Several staff members were talking about it next to them, and they all agreed that Bai Juan was not only poor in acting, but also had a low IQ and EQ.

Vice President Guo glanced at them sideways and motioned for them to shut up.

Then he turned around and smiled at Bai Juan: "I've long looked at him unpleasantly, Miss Bai was really domineering just now!"

She also gave a thumbs up as she spoke, as if Bai Juan had done something very pleasant.

All:...... Mom, the vice president can't be decapitated, right?

In fact, the moment Director Sun left the studio, Bai Juan regretted it, feeling that he was too impulsive.

In addition, the original owner has a bad reputation, isn't this time catching up with the handle?

Alas, impulsiveness is the devil!

"Sorry for the trouble. Bai Juan rolled a little red face, apologetic softly, a pair of eyes were bright, thorough and clean, hiding a little guilt.

"It's okay, it's okay, the street is full of directors, I'll call one over, Miss Bai don't be impatient. Vice President Guo waved his hand happily, and was about to take out his mobile phone to make a call.

I heard the girl's crisp little milk sound.

"Why don't I try?"