Chapter Sixty-Eight: Does the Face Hurt? (Supplement)
The security guard glanced at Mu Ruoxi, who was standing aside watching the play, Mu Ruoxi waved her hand, signaling that she could take her down, Mu Ruoxi also thought that this person named Jia Jia really knew a few people who were big officials in the company, and wanted to see it, but I didn't expect it to be Aunt Sifan, but Aunt Sifan didn't know her.
How is who's here? Liang Sifan followed the security guard's gaze, but he didn't expect to see Mu Ruoxi, the company's little boss, so he pulled Shen Yaoyao and walked in the direction of Mu Ruoxi: This Shen Yaoyao is really lucky, she met her family when she first came to the company.
"Mr. Mu!"
When the snake spirit girl left, she heard her call the girl Xiao Mu: "What's the matter?" Why is she Xiao Mu? The only one who could answer her was the security guard who put her out: "The little girl you just started abusing is our boss!" is also the boss of Star Entertainment now! People haven't figured it out, and they're still here pretending to be forced! The security guards threw her out without mercy.
The security guard wanted to ask her: face, does it hurt?
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"Aunt Sifan!" Mu Ruoxi stepped forward to hold Liang Sifan's hand, and then hugged him: "Aunt Sifan, don't call me Mr. Xiao Mu, it sounds very twisty, I still like to hear you call me Xiao Ruoxi!" ”
"In the future, you can't call Xiao Ruoxi, you have to call Xiao Muzong!" Liang Sifan looked at Mu Ruoxi with loving eyes, and also noticed the man standing behind her, and nodded towards him.
Gu Jingchen also nodded politely at her, then turned around and sat back on the sofa, Shang Fan saw that it was okay, followed behind Gu Jingchen, and asked questions. Gu Anxia and the others saw Mu Ruoxi greeting their acquaintances, and they also left one after another.
The onlookers also left one after another, waiting for the dinner to begin.
The woman who greeted Mu Ruoxi is called Liang Sifan, she is in her forties this year, she is not married, she has no children, she and Qiao Qing are good friends, Mu Ruoxi is what she watched grow up, in her eyes, Mu Ruoxi is like her own daughter, she loves her very much.
And Shen Yaoyao, who was standing behind Liang Sifan, secretly looked at the girl in front of her, who was dressed in pink and jade, with a calm attitude, elegant and generous. I really didn't expect that a fifteen-year-old girl, who is about to become the boss of Xingchen Entertainment, is really reincarnated as a technical job, looking at the young age of people who are loved by thousands of people, but she is humble like dirt on the ground.
Liang Sifan, who was chatting with Mu Ruoxi, didn't know what Shen Yaoyao was thinking, but he just knew to quickly let her show her face in front of the boss and earn some resources.
Liang Sifan smiled and pulled Shen Yaoyao, who was standing behind her, down in front of her, and said to Mu Ruoxi: "Mr. Xiao Mu, this is the artist our company just signed, Shen Yaoyao." ”
Mu Ruoxi looked at the girl in front of her, about eighteen years old, with a face full of collagen, and a pure appearance, giving people a bright feeling.
Shen Yaoyao greeted Mu Ruoxi: "Hello, Mr. Mu, my name is Shen Yaoyao." ”
Mu Ruoxi smiled and nodded at her, she was the Yaoyao in that mouth just now, I didn't expect it to be the company's artist, Shen Yaoyao, why does this name sound so familiar, have you seen it anywhere? The older subsidiary has not heard of an artist named Shen Yaoyao?
"Hello." Mu Ruoxi shook her hand, turned her head, and said to Liang Sifan: "Aunt Sifan, hurry up and get busy, the dinner will start in a while." ”
"Uh-huh, okay, I'll go first, you guys talk first." After Liang Sifan said hello, he pulled Shen Yaoyao out of here, leaving Mu Ruoxi standing in place and pondering: Shen Yaoyao, Shen Yaoyao.......
"Ruoxi, why are you in a daze!" Tang Xuanshi didn't know where to come out of nowhere, and patted Mu Ruoxi's shoulder.
Mu Ruoxi turned around and saw Tang Xuanshi, who was wearing the same color clothes as herself............