Powder room 2.

Assistant Fuyun put the clothes on the table, "Mr. Di, this is the clothes of the little dream." Excuse me, tell her about it, you must be careful and careful when you wear it. This set of clothes, but we Fuyun stitches and threads, and it took three days to make them. ”

"Fuyun, are you dissatisfied with the company's service?" Di Daling picked up the corner of his clothes and touched the texture of the fabric, "Where is this batch of fabric?"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Fuyun's agent hurriedly accosted, "Mr. Di, this is the board that the store is going to make, and it is exactly the size of Xiaomeng, so I asked the assistant to bring it." The rest of the clothes were sold yesterday. ”

"Mr. Di, the company arranged for me to be male and male CP, where can I find so many clothes suitable for girls. Fuyun put down the eyebrow pencil, picked up the puff, and pressed it lightly on his face, "This one was originally sold for charity, and I am still cheeky, where do I want to come back with fans." ”

"Alas...... Mr. Di, didn't you see that we were embarrassed by the fans in order to get clothes. The assistant took out a wig and put it on Fuyun's head, "I want to sign an autograph, I want to take a group photo, and I want to make an appointment to dinner." ”

Throwing down the corner of the clothes in his hand, the button actually fell off, Di Daling looked at Fuyun's agent, "The old man spoke, from today onwards, you will be the agent of Weisheng Xiaomeng." ”

"Mr. Di, what do you mean?" Fuyun threw down his wig.

"Let's go through the formalities. The agent glanced at Fuyun, and Di Daling pointed to the clothes on the table, "By the way, take this garbage out." ”

"Mr. Di, what do you mean by this?" Assistant Fuyun snatched his clothes and hugged them in his arms, "Don't take such a bully." ”

"And you, go and resign. Di Daling stood up and pulled up the zipper, "Fuyun, you put on your makeup and come to the No. 1 dressing room." ”

"Mr. Di, what do you mean!" the assistant stopped Di Daling, "What did I do wrong?"

"When you sign a contract, you should know that if an artist and an assistant fall in love, the company has the right to dismiss one. The agent stepped forward and pulled away the assistant who was in the way, "Mr. Di." ”

The assistant ran to Fuyun and pulled his arm, "Fuyun, you are talking." I can't live without a job, I have to raise a baby......"

Before the assistant finished speaking, Fuyun covered her mouth, "Mr. Di, I'll go over in a while." ”

As soon as Di Daling's agent left, Fuyun raised his hand and slapped the assistant in the face, "You are crazy!

"You!" the assistant covered his face and glared at the clouds, "believe it or not, I shook out all the things about my pregnancy." ”

"How can you be sure that the child in the womb is mine?" Fuyun smiled disdainfully and pressed it to her ear, "I can warn you, don't try to throw dirty water on me." Even if I can't do it again, the backer behind me is Di's, what can you do with me?"

"Count you ruthless. The assistant pushed away the clouds and slammed the door.

"If it weren't for your family's resources, you would have grown into a ghost, who would have taken it with you. Fuyun sat in the mirror, arranging his wig, "You still want me to be a pot picker, I really can dream." ”

Weisheng Xiaomeng hugged the surroundings in his arms and pushed open the door of the dressing room, "Teacher Fuyun, can you sign for me?"

"You ......" Fuyun frowned, and was about to lose her temper when she saw Di Xiaoling standing behind her, "Of course, sister, you come in quickly." ”

"Teacher Fuyun, I like you very much. The first time I saw Fuyun himself, Weisheng Xiaomeng was so nervous that she trembled, and her voice trembled, "After a while of live broadcast, please ask Teacher Fuyun." ”

Taking the notebook and pen around him, Fuyun asked gently, "Sister, what's your name?"

"Little dreams. Trying to calm down, Weisheng Xiaomeng opened the book, "Is it okay to sign here?"

"Yes. The notebook was placed on his lap, and Fuyun was writing while looking at the small dreams.

Fuyun thought to herself: This girl, with 8 points in appearance and 9 points in figure, long hair, big eyes, thin waist and long legs, and this royal sister voice, if you can catch her and form a CP, she will definitely be on fire.

"Alright. Fuyun handed over the notebook, "Thank you for your support, Xiaomeng." ”

Got close to the idol, and when it came to the autograph, Weisheng Xiaomeng smiled happily, but the corner of his right mouth suddenly twitched, "I'm sorry." He covered his mouth in a panic and ran out of the dressing room.

"What's wrong? Di Xiaoling followed and chased after him.

"I'm going, what's the matter? What's the situation with her mouth? It can't be a broken needle. Closed the door with a disgusted face, Fuyun lay on the sofa, opened the fan group and chatted, "Thank you babies, our charity sale was a success this time......

Powder Room 1.

The heart-shaped platinum honeybox sparkled, Di Hui took out his mobile phone and took a photo, "This is the first time I've seen this kind of box." Wanxing, what's in this box?"

"I don't know. Wan Xing fiddled with the clothes in his hand, picked them up and looked left and right, "Is this the clothes of his daughter-in-law." ”

"Big Latin?" Di Hui put down his phone and walked over to take a look, "It's not Big Latin, it's Aladdin." Xiaomeng wants to dress up as Princess Jasmine in this live broadcast. As for the floating clouds, he pretended to be Aladdin. ”

"It's called Jasmine, and it's too short. Picking up Jasmine's blouse, Wan Xing put his palm on it and compared, "This Jasmine's blouse is so big?"

"I remember, Jasmine's pants were long. Di Hui picked up Jasmine's pants and put them on his legs, "Look, it's not very long." ”

A little dream ran through tears at the door, "Little dream, wait for me." Di Xiaoling followed closely.

"Little dreams. The shirt was thrown on the ground, and Wanxing chased after him.

Di Hui glanced at his watch, there were still forty minutes before the live broadcast, "What the hell is this? He threw down his clothes and chased him out, "Little Meng, what's wrong with you? It's less than forty minutes." ”

Hearing movement outside the door, Fuyun pushed the door and walked out, just as he saw Di Hui running out from next door, "Mr. Di, what's wrong?"

Di Hui turned around and saw that the door of the dressing room was not closed, and thought of the box inside, "Help me close the door." After saying that, he chased after him.

Fuyun walked to the No. 1 live broadcast room, and as soon as he arrived at the door, he was attracted by the glittering box on the table. Looking left and right, the corridor was empty, and the door to the dressing room was closed.

The heart-shaped box the size of a soup pot has a white gold lid inlaid with gemstones of seven colors, forming a rainbow shape.

Fuyun clasped the gem with his hand, "The workmanship of this box is worth a lot of money at first glance." Is this made of white gold?" he put it in his hand and weighed it, "It looks quite large, but it doesn't weigh much." ”

The box was put back on the table, Fuyun took out his mobile phone, took a picture of the box, and recorded a detailed video.

Then, Fuyun secretly left the dressing room.