After being on variety shows, I will draw big cakes for the actor

How can this be asked? !
Guo Mingli hurriedly grabbed her, his heart ached with anger.

"If you ask directly, you will be able to question people!"

Then he seamlessly said something and changed the subject.

"Go to the hotel with Xiao Lu to change your clothes first, and tidy yourself up. There will be a dinner party later, and the program team will treat some new investors. Everyone has to go."

Zhong Jiuyin looked around, Yan Cheng and Ai Yuanyuan did not intend to leave yet, the director was standing beside Yan Cheng and said something, it was probably about the dinner party.

It appears to be true.

"Okay," she readily agreed, and then asked, "Are there any precautions?"

She was referring to the key points of the dinner party, but Guo Mingli thought she was enlightened, and looked her up and down in relief.

"You look good without makeup, you don't need makeup, just wear simple clothes, just follow the casual route of the goddess without makeup. You and Ai Yuanyuan have very different looks and styles, so don't worry about bumping into each other."

Zhong Jiuyin said "Oh", and heard him lower his voice and say like a thief:
"However, you can rely more on the type that Yan Cheng likes. It is necessary for you to maintain a good relationship. According to online analysis, he prefers innocent and gentle girls."

Zhong Jiuyin: "Do you think this description has anything to do with me?"

Guo Mingli paused: "...It can also be said to be clean and temperamental. Don't you also have a temperament? Anyway, it should be simple and natural."

She laughed in her heart, and asked casually: "What if he doesn't like the simple and natural ones, but loves the passionate and proactive ones?"

The two little assistants frowned and looked at the two of them left and right, wanting to express some opinions, but Guo Ming immediately picked it up again.

"Then you can't guess for sure, but as long as you show a different look from the show, he can always look at you more."

So the reason for talking about it is to make Yan Cheng take another look?
Do you think it's the same as scalding a pig and plucking its hair and serving it to the dining table? If a big customer wants to serve a whole roasted pig, she is the whole roasted pig?

Looking at Guo Mingli's old face, Zhong Jiuyin turned off his appetite, so he made a perfunctory hum, and called his assistant to go to a nearby hotel together.

This dinner is quite different from the last one.

Relying on Yan Cheng's existence and the traffic obtained from the previous program, the program group has attracted several new investors and sponsors. The investment amount is not small. The director has been busy, trying his best to let the investors see their program For the future, we will continue to cooperate steadily.

On this kind of occasion, it’s not as simple as chatting and eating food. The director paid a lot of money to book a large private room in a high-end club, and even took pains to get someone to briefly explain the process and rules to the other four guest teams except Yan Cheng— —

A few little transparent people, I'm afraid they haven't eaten at the same table with capital of this magnitude, so it's not good to offend people by saying wrong things.

Especially Zhong Jiuyin.

So just after Zhong Jiuyin finished cleaning herself in the hotel, she was greeted by the "Nursing Mother" sent by the program group.

This is really earnest, reading it makes her brain swell.

When she went out, she leaned on the door frame and didn't want to go to the banquet.

The door of another room on the same floor opened, and when Yan Cheng walked to the corridor, he saw her strange appearance.

He tidied up and restored his image of Qingfeng Jiyue. Standing in the narrow hotel passageway, he looked amazingly handsome.

The voice is also nice, it may be affected by the space, there is an echo, it sounds deep and magnetic.

"what are you doing?"

Zhong Jiuyin sighed: "Consider whether to go to a high-end party and be a dumb green leaf."

Yan Cheng: "There are only 15 minutes left, you probably don't want to be late."

Zhong Jiuyin: "What do you think I'm going to do? The investors are all after you. They asked me to show my face briefly, but told me to talk less and eat more. Why don't you put my photo on the table?" Just toast three glasses of wine before the meal."

"..." Yan Cheng followed her description and imagined that scene.

A black and white photo frame illuminated by red light stood in the middle of the table, and all the people present stood up and toasted to the photo, chanting words with tears in their eyes...

He forcibly crossed out the picture in his mind, and said, "You can show your face, but not this kind of show."

Zhong Jiuyin sighed again, expressing the emotion of "you won't understand the sorrow of people like us".

Yan Cheng had already walked two steps and pressed the elevator.

"Would you like to go?"

"Come on." She wandered over leisurely.

The little assistant and Yan Cheng's assistant didn't make a sound, but silently followed behind.

At the same time, they were the only ones taking the elevator, Zhong Jiuyin followed Yan Cheng in, looked at the inner wall that could be used as a mirror, and tilted his head.

The people inside also tilted their heads. On the two-dimensional image, her head was leaning on Yan Cheng's back, which was ridiculously misplaced.

She finds it more interesting than the shadow, a little more crooked, and a little more crooked, experimenting with various dislocation pictures of Yan Cheng's figure.

After playing, she raised her head out of boredom, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw Assistant Yan Cheng's complicated and subtle eyes.

Assistant: You are secretly doing some shameless tricks!Even if my brother's shoulders are as broad as the sea and his back is vast and majestic, you can't rely on him!
Zhong Jiuyin glanced over, stroked her loose long hair, and pretended not to see it.

Ding.

When the elevator reached the first floor, she followed her out as if nothing had happened.

The hotel is not far from the clubhouse, and they are all built next to the amusement park. It only takes a few minutes to walk there on two legs.

The neon lights of a street outside were on.

It was late summer and early autumn, and the temperature at night was not that high, and the wind blowing on my face made it less hot and dry and more cool in autumn.

Zhong Jiuyin was drying her hair in the room before and it made her head hot. When the night wind blows, she squinted her eyes comfortably, and the voice of emotion was so clear that the people next to her could hear it.

It was the first time Yan Cheng saw her with her hair covered.

The ends of her hair were curled and blown back by the wind, and the hair on the side of her face modified the lines of her cheeks, making her look less domineering than during the day.

He just glanced over from the corner of his eye, and was about to look away when Zhong Jiuyin suddenly spoke to him.

"What do you think of me?"

Yan Cheng: "?"

His assistant stared at her with wide eyes, like watching an alien who was flattering everyone.

The two also looked at her in surprise, and grabbed the hem of her clothes to remind them.

Even if you want to say this kind of thing, you have to say it quietly when there are only two of you, right?
Only Yan Cheng who was present had a little understanding of her nerves, and after a silence he said flatly, "It's okay."

Zhong Jiuyin: "That's good. My manager also specially reminded me to wear something you like, such as gentle and beautiful, pure..."

Yan Cheng interrupted her just in time: "Does these descriptions have anything to do with you?"

Zhong Jiuyin looked at him directly: "Right? It's exactly the same as my answer."

Yan Cheng: "...you should change your manager as soon as possible, don't let him hinder your development, every opportunity is hard-won."

"I know," she waved her hand, "I'll just wait for Miss Xu's "Broker Award". If the company doesn't agree with my candidate, there will be something you can help."

Yan Cheng: "Yeah. What about martial arts dramas, do you still want to take it?"

"Come on, I'm a little poor."

"it is good."

The two chatted as they walked, as if they were asking "Have you eaten?" The answer was "I'm fine. thank you. and you", as smooth and natural as reading aloud from a textbook.

The two assistants in the back looked at each other.