not good, immortal

Chapter 63 Preparations for Fighting
Nothing happened during the day.

Before the little Zuo teacher came to the door, Fenghe changed into the blue skirt she bought a few days ago, and a ghost floated out of the bedroom, asked for two learning tools, and sat quietly on the balcony .

Qiao Zhenzhen didn't dare not give it to her, and she didn't have the heart to ask more questions. The poetry conference was getting closer, and she was fully prepared mentally.

Well, for the money.

Even for lunch, he only ate a mango prawn salad in a hurry, Zuo Ran was impressed by his seriousness and self-discipline.

Well, it's okay, anyway, there is a staff meal in the evening.

After most of the day, all is well.

……

At [-]:[-] in the afternoon, the staff arranged by Fu Lanhua all came to the door and began to make the final preparations for the evening activities.

Hairdos, make-up, clothing and jewelry arranging, book editing, plus the company's own camera, and the person in charge of public relations...

A small room filled with a dozen people and various equipment, but the scene was orderly.

During that battle, Qiao Zhenzhen handled it calmly, Zuo Ran was amazed.

Fu Lanhua arrived an hour late, and also dressed up carefully before coming.

She wore a navy cloak made of acetate, with flower-shaped crystals on the shoulders.

There are silver tassel chains falling from the flowers, and the aura of aristocratic ribbons is fully opened. Coupled with a pair of wide-leg pants that have been popular in the fashion industry for many years, it can be described as full of vigor.

In her hand, a brown Lingot subtly dissipates this sharp aggressiveness, and the round and unique metal decoration shows to the best of her ability that she is different from that Xiao mother.

That's right, Delvaux's new style this summer is out of stock all over the world, and the rich can't buy it.

Qiao Zhenzhen popularized science to Fenghe, this kind of behavior is called fighting in China today.

So much so that this big demon leader whose cultivation base is second to none in the demon world once thought that he would definitely lose in the current fight with humans.

Fu Lanhua seldom went to the artist's house, which did not prevent her from typing in the password of Qiao Zhenzhen's house like her fingers. Well, this password is really too simple.

As soon as she entered the door, she kept nodding and was very satisfied with the professionalism of her staff.

The most important thing is that Qiao Zhenzhen didn't lose the chain, sitting in front of the makeup mirror, opening and closing eyes according to the stylist's instructions, while still facing Feihualing with that Teacher Zuo.

Fu Lanhua nodded, largely as a recognition of himself.

Having been an agent for more than ten or twenty years, and being a boss for so many years, she is very confident in her ability to manage her subordinates.

A few years ago, she was also the one who fell in love with such a good seed like Qiao Zhenzhen, and now the good seed has finally grown into a cash cow, which is very gratifying.

As if sizing up the work, she glanced at the soul-stirring eyebrows and eyes, and the pink makeup and jade-like skin one by one, and sighed.

I just don't know if the roots of this cash cow are firmly rooted in the company's land.

The company first signed a film and television contract with Qiao Zhenzhen, and later added the full contract. Now that the agency contract is about to expire, I don't know whether to continue to give her resources for her public relations, or to sell her for a good price .

Very sad.

This sigh finally attracted everyone's nodding and bowing.

"Hello, Mr. Fu."

"Miss Fu is here?"

Qiao Zhenzhen also finished a passage of poetry, and called out: "Aunt Hua."

This appellation has nothing to do with distance or closeness, but mainly with the value created for the company.

"How are you getting ready?" Fu Lanhua asked concerned, "I've done a good job in logistical support."

It was the first time that the other party didn't provide anything to participate in this kind of official event.

But for more than ten years in the industry, most of them are experience.

Apart from the original spare clothes, she even prepared two sets of the same style for Qiao Zhenzhen, just in case.

It's impossible for the clothes to be soiled or the props to be damaged to be unable to go on stage.

"Don't worry, thank you, Aunt Hua." Most of the makeup was done, Qiao Zhenzhen looked at herself in the mirror, and acted coquettishly.

Who is Aunt Hua?Where can a kind heart go?

That aggressive outfit reflected in the mirror said it all.

"Eh? Where's your sister?" Fu Lanhua looked around but didn't see Feng He.

"Oh, she's reading outside." Qiao Zhenzhen pointed to the balcony, opened her mouth, and broke Sima Zhao's heart, "They said they wanted to study some kind of controllable nuclear fusion."

The corner of Fu Lanhua's mouth twitched.

She took out an envelope from her bag, stroked the creases on it, and said, "I'll give her the ticket first, lest I get too busy and forget it later, VIP."

"Ah, our Aunt Hua is so nice." Qiao Zhenzhen made staring eyes.

"Hurry up and get ready." Fu Lanhua didn't bother to talk to her, he walked around the staff and came to the balcony.

Feng He nestled in a chair, holding a tablet computer, looking at something seriously.

It's impossible to really study what controllable nuclear fusion is, right?
Fu Lanhua walked behind her, glanced at the screen, and read out word by word.

"Chapter 4, Private Irony and Liberal Hope...What is it?"

"Accident, Irony, and Solidarity by Richard Rorty."

Fu Lanhua: ...

"Aunt Hua?" Seeing more figures on the screen, Feng He turned her head. She was restless all day, thinking it was Zuo Ran or Qiao Zhenzhen.

"Xiaohe, I'll give you the ticket tonight." Fu Lanhua only felt a headache, afraid that she would repeat the sentences in the book to himself.

In contrast, she would rather sign an artist who studies controlled nuclear fusion, what a gimmick.

Heidi Lamarr can invent WiFi and still make movies.

Those who study philosophy... Well, it's not that she hasn't signed a contract, mainly because no one in the company has more quarrels than that one.

It was horrible and the memory is still fresh.

"Thank you, Aunt Hua."

Feng He took the envelope, opened it and took a look, it was number 15 in the third row.

She put the tickets in her pocket, along with the cash, puffy.

Looking up, seeing that Fu Lanhua hadn't left, he asked again: "Aunt Hua, what else do you want?"

"Oh, I'm fine. It's a good thing for young people to study more. You can go get ready and we'll be leaving later." Fu Lanhua added, "It's cold by the river, you can add a coat."

She left without waiting for Fenghe to say thank you.

Ready to prepare?

Feng He closed the tablet's shell, got up and went back to the house.

The hair stylist had just done Zuo Ran's hair and was very satisfied. He was squatting on the ground to pack the toolbox.

The moment he saw Fenghe, his eyes lit up, and he approached him familiarly: "Hey, why is there a little beauty, do you need styling too? This hair quality is really good, what products do you usually use?"

His exclamation caused everyone in the room to look at him.

The costume stylist who has finished her work is also eager to try: "I have an extra set of stone blue skirts here, plus a drape, the little girl looks good in them."

Feng He frowned, and was about to refuse.

Qiao Zhenzhen was there to help her block it: "No, no, she doesn't need to dress so fancy as an audience."

Her family, Xiaohe, does not follow the showbiz route, and it is not a good thing to be exposed to the spotlight too much.

Feng He didn't say much, just smiled slightly, turned into the cloakroom, and went to pick out his coat.

Fu Lanhua kept a straight face and didn't give any indication.

Everyone could only understand and gave each other meaningful looks.

　I originally thought that the speed at home was unprecedented, but I really didn't expect the nucleic acid to be so tricky. The wish of the sixth day was shattered, so I should guarantee the update first.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)