Her Majesty the Queen is a god in the entertainment industry

Jiang Lingxi sat in the guest waiting area, drank a few sips of water, and looked up at the commentator's seat halfway across the stage.

Six identical mahogany armchairs are located in the corner of the stage, which is also arranged in an antique style, which will not make people feel awkward at all.

She saw that Mr. Li Wanxuan Li was wearing a dark blue plain embroidered cheongsam, with her hair coiled up, showing her grace.

I also saw Xu Qingmei sitting next to her wearing a bright purple exaggerated dress with deep grooves on her chest.

Finally, he stopped his gaze on the figure sitting in the farthest corner.

Black clothes have always been low-key, but it also depends on who wears them.

At least the black light shirt and trousers worn by Shen Yunqing are not low-key in her eyes.

After admiring, he was about to turn his gaze away, but he didn't know how this person noticed that she was among them, so he raised his eyes and looked straight at her.

Jiang Lingxi had no choice but to lift up the cup in his hand, gestured from afar, and saw the gleam of waves in those dark eyes.

Dazed by the twilight, she unexpectedly thought of the dream she had last night. The person in the dream was also dressed in black.

The part of the shoulder that had been injured by the arrow suddenly itched, and then the itching quickly spread to the apex of the heart.

For the first time in the past and this life, it was Jiang Lingxi who first looked away from each other.

She was afraid that if she watched it any longer, she would ignore the program that was about to start recording, so she would directly go forward and take him away.

In order to find out more information about the weird organization behind Xu Qingmei, she could endure Xu Qingmei's disgusting tricks, but she couldn't bear this person's frequent glances at Shen Yunqing.

Qian Yaya, who was originally sitting next to Jiang Lingxi, rubbed her arms subconsciously, and looked up at the air conditioner that was on in the sky with some doubts.

Has the temperature been lowered? Why does she feel a little chilly?

"Sister Jiang, look at the sixth row from the left in the third row of the auditorium. That's my aunt." Qian Yaya saw that the aunt sitting in the auditorium was waving frantically towards her. About her matter, she quickly ignored the sudden coldness and shut down. Mai introduced in a low voice, "Auntie, she liked the Xi character you wrote by Sister Jiang very much. Last night, she specially printed it out and copied it many times. But I always felt that the taste was a bit off. So I thought, after the recording of the show is over, can you write a word while she is watching, any word will do."

Jiang Lingxi looked in the direction indicated by Qian Yaya, and saw a capable woman with short hair. When she looked over, the light in her eyes suddenly became brighter, and she asked casually: "Any word is fine, even one is fine." ?”

Qian Yaya: "...Uh, these are the exact words my aunt asked me to convey, it should be fine!"

Anyway, if she brought the whole sentence to the table, the mission was completed.

Qian Yaya thought about it alone.

Seeing that Jiang Lingxi suddenly looked away, Shen Yunqing was a little bit surprised, and seeing that Qian Yaya sitting next to her kept opening and closing her mouth, she thought she was interrupted by this girl, so she didn't think much about it.

Hearing the sound of the shutter beeping several times in a row, he turned his head and looked over, his eyes sharpened, "What are you doing?"

Xu Qingmei put down the mobile phone after taking the photos, brushed her hair before looking sideways, blinked and smiled and replied: "It's just a few photos, Mr. Shen doesn't even care about that?"

"Who are you photographing?"

Xu Qingmei didn't expect him to even notice this, and she squeezed her hair tightly, "I didn't take pictures of anyone, I used the front camera, self-portrait, isn't that allowed?"

Shen Yunqing glanced at the mobile phone she placed on the table in front of her. After all, she couldn't do something like blatantly grabbing the mobile phone to verify the truth and lies, so she could only sound a little more warning: "It's better to be like this."

It wasn't until Shen Yunqing looked away that Xu Qingmei couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

Having been in this circle for more than ten years, she has long been used to seeing people talk nonsense, no matter what the situation is, she can say it without changing her face.

But just now, under Shen Yunqing's oppressive gaze, she almost honestly admitted what she did just now.

She had never felt such a strong deterrent from the person who brought her into the organization!
Is this person really just a senior technical talent working in a museum?
But this kind of cool, elegant, oppressive personality... Now she is a little tired of the obedient and sensible younger brother's personality, and the urge to change her taste is stronger than ever.

The host's voice on the stage extinguished Xu Qingmei's reverie, and also focused the eyes of everyone in the recording hall on the stage.

"Today is the last event of "Inheritance". Welcome friends who have come from afar and are sitting in the auditorium at this moment, and welcome the audience in front of the TV to watch this episode."

"Before introducing a few guests and reviewers, let me solemnly introduce a special heavyweight reviewer of this program. Let us welcome Mr. Zhang Nachuan, a famous contemporary calligrapher and painter, with warm applause. Welcome!"

After the words fell, the applause sounded like thunder.

Not only the guests, but even the audience in the auditorium did not expect to see this contemporary national treasure-level calligrapher and painter on the spot of such a program.

Many people have only seen this person in documentaries, and when they think of seeing him standing on the stage in real life, everyone is so excited that their palms are flushed.

"The ticket this time is really worth it. I didn't expect to see Mr. Zhang with my own eyes."

"Who says no? When I came, my family laughed at me for putting in so much effort just to grab such a ticket. When I go back, I'll see how they envy me. Not only Xu Yinghou, but even Mr. Zhang was there in person. This luck!"

Critic seat.

After a moment of astonishment, Li Wanxuan unambiguously stood up from her chair to welcome the teacher.

Seeing her get up, the others didn't dare to continue to sit, they hurriedly got up one after another, and finally everyone in the recording hall stood up.

Jiang Lingxi echoed everyone's applause, but instead of looking at the stage, she looked at Xu Ling'an who was standing in the corner of the recording hall.

Knowing that there will be a heavyweight reviewer coming in today's issue, she guessed that it was probably Mr. Zhang.

After all, with Mr. Li Wanxuan in front, who has participated in the recording of the program before, and can be so valued by the program team, this is the only one.

What's more, if there are no accidents, when the recording of the program is completed, it will be almost time for the paternity test results to come out.

Xu Ling'an felt warm and deep in the eyes of her elder sister who looked at her through the shadows, so she turned back without hesitation and smiled.

The expression in the eyes is silent: I'm fine, I'm fine, don't worry.

Only then did Jiang Lingxi look away, following the sound of the cane hitting the ground, she looked at Zhang Nachuan who appeared on the stage.

His hands fell silently, palms white.