It is rare to meet such a warm-hearted and fast-hearted woman in such a strange place, Su Lian is very grateful that she can say this to herself, so her words are also very sincere: "Thank you, Sister Shirley." ”

"No thanks!"

"Then I'll go first, Sister Shirley, I'll come to see you when I'm free."

I don't know why I said the latter sentence, or, deep in Su Lian's heart, I was not very convinced by this result, so the fighting spirit that had been depressed was suddenly ignited. Secretly gritting her teeth, she swore that one day, she would come back here in style, and one day, she would let all those who suppressed her and looked down on her know how clumsy they were when they chose to give up on her.

"Wow!"

"Sister Shirley, bye-bye!"

"Bye-bye!"

Bidding farewell to Lin Dahai's secretary, Su Lian was dejected and ready to leave, walked into the elevator, and was about to press the button on the first floor, when her eyes turned, and suddenly she glanced at the fifth floor a few squares above.

With a thought in her mind, she pressed it without hesitation.

When there was a ding, the elevator stopped steadily on the fifth floor and opened, Su Lian looked at the empty aisle and exhaled heavily, hesitated for a while, or stepped out cautiously.

The one who topped himself is said to be a big star who is popular. Today's audition, the studio is on the fifth floor, and if I look for it now, I may be able to see her. Taking a look may not change anything, but Su Lian also wants to know what kind of person can be so shameless.

The law of the jungle, survival of the fittest!

In any era, this law of life and death seems so profound. She has no name and no backstage, and it is actually predictable that she will be robbed of her job, but when she is behind the door and secretly looks at the people inside, her bright face still stabs her eyes.

Bright red dress, sexy red lips, charming face, seductive eyes. Her long hair, scattered like seaweed, fluttered in a seductive posture under the agitation of the fan, charming to the softness of the bones, delicate enough to drip water, that ordinary women can't do it at all.

International superstar Muxia, this big celebrity, is really unusually popular!

Suddenly, I didn't feel so much hatred for Lin Dahai, because, if the opponent was Mu Xiya, if anyone else changed, he would definitely make the same decision. Everyone knows that over the years, Mu Xiya has received all the endorsements of foreign big brands, and a civilian mid-range shampoo product like Sharou can invite such a big star to make an endorsement, which is simply a big profit, and who would give up such a popular big star and choose her, an unlucky star with no popularity?

Therefore, there is no shame in being compared to her!

It's just, why now, why Muxiya?

After so many years, even if the media has not been exposed, insiders should know that Mu Xiya is Song Tianming's woman, and there are so many industries under Lingyun Group, but none of them are endorsed by Mu Xiya, but now, this inconspicuous spokesperson for Sharou, why did she fall in love with it again?

There were a lot of things that had never been linked together, but they were suddenly connected, and Su Lian instantly thought of Song Tianming's anger and Song Tianming's disgust. So, all of this is because she lived in Lei Luo's house and stained the light of her Song family, so she was retaliated again?

But is she that important? How important is that he holds a grudge so much? So strenuous?

DOES HE HAVE TO SLEEP ON THE STREET BY HIMSELF, MEET SOME HOMELESS PEOPLE WITH BAD INTENTIONS, AND BE OOXX AND XXOO TO SOLVE HIS HATRED? Thinking of this, Su Lian inexplicably wanted to laugh, but she just smiled and laughed, but tears fell involuntarily.

As Mo Feifei said, in the past 24 years, she has never succeeded, and even if she fails this time, it is just a 'bad' record added to her life picture, she doesn't mind, she really doesn't mind, it's a big deal to start from scratch, it's a big deal to continue to wait.

But, fuck Song Tianming, let himself go, can he still die?