Wu Jiaer cried enough, and his reason gradually returned. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info adjusted his mood Wu Jiaer sat on the bed, took out his mobile phone and dialed the agent Zheng Xing's phone. Zheng Xing is her brother's friend, and Zheng Xing has been taking her with her since she entered the entertainment industry. It's very good for her, and it costs her a lot of connections.

"Toot .... Honk.... Honk..... Hey, Xiaojia, what's wrong?" Zheng Xing's worried voice came from his phone.

"Hey, Brother Zheng, today.... The director came to me."

"Looking for you, well, the director is looking for you?!!!!" Zheng Xing's tone was full of doubt.

"Well, look for me to play the second girl" Wu Jiaer said very plainly

"Oh, play the second girl...... What? You said the director asked you to play the second female lead, the second female in that play?"

"Of course it's a play!"

"Impossible, the second female in your play is Qin Lu!"

"She was in a car accident"

"She won't be in a car accident and it won't be your turn, you won't be ...... with the director"

Wu Jiaer knew that Zheng Xing wanted to be crooked, so he quickly denied it: "No, no... Actually, I don't know what's going on, I ..... Forget it, I can't say it in a sentence or two, you come over first and say"

An angry roar came from the phone: "You still need to say that you must make it clear to me about Wu Jiaer, if something happens to me, your brother will not be the first to spare me, you ........ first Dudu ...... "Before he finished speaking, Wu Jiaer pinched the phone."

Put down the phone, Wu Jiaer looked at the costume on his body, and took it off decisively. Changed into a beige tunic skirt and walked towards the costume room with the costume. After returning the costume to the costume designer and removing the makeup by the way, Wu Jiaer bought a bunch of food and returned to the room, lying on the bed and looking at the ceiling. But I was thinking about what had happened today.

Actually, she also wanted to know what was going on, Zheng Xing was right, it stands to reason that it wouldn't be her turn to do this, but it just happened. The head kept turning, but still didn't come up with a result, and slowly Wu Jiaer became confused and fell asleep.

Late at night in the presidential suite of the same hotel, Deng Yu came out of the bathroom in a bathrobe, dragged a towel casually, and wiped it on his head. I walked over to my desk and flipped through the script, and I didn't close it until about one o'clock in the morning. Pouring himself a glass of red wine, Deng Yu sat in front of the window and looked at the quiet H shop at night in a daze, his thoughts flying into the distance.

That afternoon, he received a call that the second female had been in a car accident because he was also one of the investors in the show and drove to the hospital. The second female face was burned in a large area, and such a thing happened as soon as the filming started, and public opinion was indispensable. After discussing with the director, it was decided to suppress this matter for the time being, in order not to be discovered by the pervasive media.

The follow-up was handed over to the agent, and he hurried back to the hotel. When I passed by the hotel restaurant, I smelled a smell that was both familiar and unfamiliar. It tasted like his mother's cooking, and his feet involuntarily walked in. A girl in a blue printed skirt is lying on the table eating noodles without any image.

After many years, he thought that his heart would not hurt anymore, but he was still stabbed. Looking at the bowl of noodles, he brought back a lot of memories, if he hadn't made a fuss about going out, maybe he wouldn't have had a car accident. If he doesn't rush to buy something, maybe he will ...... But there was no if, and they left themselves after all.

The girl invited him to eat noodles, Deng Yu did not hesitate, and the noodles tasted the same as he imagined. After eating, in order to hide his gaffe, he left in a hurry. The next day, the agent brought back the news he wanted, a very ordinary eighteenth-tier artist, the only difference may be that this girl has face blindness.

Face blindness is generally said to be not recognizing people, and if it is nothing in ordinary people's lives, it is almost popular. But in this entertainment industry, where everything needs connections, Deng Yu sneered. But I still recommended her to the director, the second female of this drama.

He never owes anyone a favor!! Even if it's just a bowl of noodles!

He was a little surprised in the No. 1 shed, although the girl's brain is not good (the author has words: people are just face blind ---||||), but the eyesight is still very good. has also been in the entertainment industry for seven or eight years, and if it is not good, it must be good.

As his thoughts flew, Deng Yu shook his red wine glass and drank the last sip of wine. I turned around and went back to my room to rest, so let's have a good rest these days. There is still a tough battle to be fought in a few days, but it will not be so easy.

"Bang... Bang..."Wu Jiaer was woken up by the sound of banging on the door, got up and pulled his long hair and folded skirt, and went to open the door. The roommate didn't come back one night, and he must have come back from the show all night without the key. Unexpectedly, it was Zheng Xing who opened the door, with a tired face and a hint of anger.

"Tell me, what's going on?" Zheng Xing dragged the box in, sat on the only chair and began to ask the teacher. Wu Jiaer explained to him, but Zheng Xing still didn't believe it. In desperation, Wu Jiaer said: "Why don't you go to the director and ask? By the way, he asked you to go to Studio No. 1 to find him as soon as you come."

Zheng Xing didn't ask for a result, so he had to go to the director.

Soon after Zheng Xing left, his roommate came back tired. Wu Jiaer divided the food he bought with his roommate, and then sat on the bed and waited for Zheng Xing's news. It wasn't until noon that Zheng Xing called and asked her to go to the corner restaurant. Wu Jiaer changed his clothes, combed his hair and draped it behind him, and went out with his bag.

When I arrived at the restaurant, the dishes had been ordered, in addition to Zheng Xing, there were director Xia He, screenwriter Guo Ziyang, producer Lu Yun, actor Deng Yu, assistant director Li Hui and some people I didn't know. After saying hello to Wu Jiaer one by one, he sat down next to Deng Xing. At the table, the men pushed their glasses and changed their glasses, during which they toasted Xia He with a glass of wine and said a few words of thank you to the director, and they kept sitting on the chairs and eating obediently.

Zheng Xing drank a lot of wine, and his face was already red, but he was still conscious and helped her around. In fact, most of the wine Deng Xing drank was blocked by Wu Jiaer, and the meal lasted until more than two o'clock in the afternoon.

Wu Jiaer helped the rickety Zheng Xing out of the restaurant, and when he returned to the hotel, his roommate was no more. Wu Jiaer put Zheng Xing on the bed and made him a cup of sobering tea. Zheng Xing drank tea and became a little sober, and began to get down to business: "Jiaer, I have signed a contract in the name of a company."

"Hmm!" she understood that even if she was a second woman, she was not qualified to sign a contract in her own name. Looking at Wu Jiaer, who bowed his head and was silent, Zheng Xing sighed and comforted: "It will be okay slowly." As he spoke, he took out the script from the bag beside him, handed it to Wu Jiaer, and said, "This is the script, you can take a good look at it these days." I've already reported to the company, and the assistant and makeup artist will be here tomorrow. The director said that two days later, the makeup photos will be taken, and then there will be a press conference, and you will also come forward."

Wu Jiaer took the thick script, nodded happily, and asked with a question in his heart: "Brother Zheng, do you know why the director chose me?" Zheng Xing shook his head and said, "I also asked, but the director only vaguely said that you met a nobleman." But your brain doesn't remember people, so it's the same as if you didn't."

Wu Jiaer scratched her head a little weakly, okay, but she can't be blamed for this.