Ye Lan pointed to herself with a smile, "I can invest."

The script in Director Xiao's hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

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Chen Mengmeng went out and walked around, bought milk tea for all the makeup artists, and called her godfather and said a lot of nice words, coaxing her godfather to promise again and again that the second female lead could only be hers, Chen Mengmeng

Only then did he hang up the phone with peace of mind, switch to WeChat ID, and ask his boyfriend to pretend to be a fan to visit him. He also found several marketing accounts that he often contacted, and released the news that he was selected as the second female lead in "Wu Shuang" in advance.

hot.

After everything was done, the staff came over to look for someone. Chen Mengmeng put away her mobile phone and returned to the infield on high heels. As soon as she opened the door to the infield, she saw Producer Jiang handing it to Ye Lan with a smile on his face.

A bottle of water, Chen Mengmeng frowned.

Chen Mengmeng said dissatisfiedly, "Jiang Biao, I'm thirsty too, why did you only give her water and not me?"

The smile on Producer Jiang's face did not change and he continued, "Ms. Chen, ours is Nongfu Spring, not Evian. I'm afraid you won't be used to it."

"That's true. I haven't drank Evian recently. I like the special water supply from C's house." Chen Mengmeng tidied up his clothes, sat on a chair, and deliberately put his new bag in front of others and tidied it up.

With his own hair, he looked at Ye Lan's simple shirt and jeans from the corner of his eyes, and looked away with a sneer.

"The audition process is fair and open. We also videotaped the audition process, based on everyone's final discussion." Director Xiao looked at Ye Lan and Chen Mengmeng. Chen Mengmeng's back was straightened, and he looked excited.

Director Xiao stretched out his hand to Ye Lan, "Thank you Ye Lan for joining us."

"What!"

Chen Mengmeng stood up directly. She didn't care that her bag worth more than 100,000 yuan fell on the ground. She pointed at Producer Jiang's nose and said, "How much did you charge Mr. Wang? How much did Mr. Wang pay to your crew? What's wrong?"

, you won’t do anything after taking the money!”

"Believe it or not, I will ask Mr. Wang to freeze the funds now, and I will ask you to pay back the advance payment!"

Chen Mengmeng knew that the crew was short of money, so she dared to be so blatant. She raised her chin and pointed her nostrils at Producer Jiang.

Unexpectedly, Producer Jiang, who has always been weak-minded, ignored him. Producer Jiang poked his chubby fingers on his phone, and then said to Chen Mengmeng, "Chen Mengmeng, where is the money, I have returned all the money.

, so you can go out, our crew doesn’t welcome you.”

Chen Mengmeng opened his eyes in disbelief, "Go back! Where did you get the money? Go back!"

"I gave it to you."

Ye Lan looked up at Chen Mengmeng.

"You can bring money into the group, why can't I?"

"Where are you......"

Chen Mengmeng's voice was stuck in her throat because Ye Lan's cell phone rang, and she saw the note on Ye Lan's call - Huangfu Chen.

How could this happen!

What link did she miss?

Why is Ye Lan completely different from the rumors!

Chen Mengmeng fell down on her seat and wanted to sit for a while. The staff had already been called to clear the place. She left with her, as well as the makeup artists in the dressing room. After all, the investor boss wanted to change to a makeup studio, no matter how easy it was.

But that's it.

After repeated inquiries, the makeup artists realized what they had done wrong. They hugged their makeup cases and left tremblingly, not even daring to say a word. If others knew that they were being flattered and put down by others, they would never want to do it again.

I want to hang out in this circle.

As for the makeup artist who was fired because she lent her lip pencil to Ye Lan, she received a business card from Luo Qin and introduced her to a new makeup studio.

Ye Lan took a look at the time. Kindergarten was over. Huangfuchen should be on his way back to school. When he got home and finished eating, he still had various tutoring classes, so he could only call Ye Lan now.

Ye Lan found a deserted place to answer the phone.

There was no sound from the other end of the phone, and Ye Lan didn't speak either. The two of them were silent for more than ten seconds. Ye Lan heard Huangfuchen asking if the signal was not good and why there was no sound.

Ye Lan suppressed a smile and said, "I heard it."

Huangfuchen was still silent, but Ye Lan could think of his red ears.

"The car, the car is going through the tunnel, I, I'm stuck."

Huangfuchen hurriedly wanted to hang up the phone to hide his embarrassment.

"Wait a minute, I sent you something, but it may not be delivered to the manor. You can pick it up at the post office on your way back."

"Why is it so troublesome to send something?"

"nice one."

"I've never seen anything good."

"A very new thing."

"Okay, you can work hard."

"Okay, you can call me if you want me."

"Who, who will miss you!"

Huangfuchen hurriedly turned off his phone and watch, and looked at the housekeeper sitting opposite him with a red face, "Grandpa Chen, Ye Lan is shopping casually again. Let's go to the post office instead."

The housekeeper pretended not to see the eagerness in Huangfuchen's eyes, smiled slightly and said, "Okay, young master, sit tight and I'll ask the driver to speed up."

Huangfuchen nodded obediently and tightened his seat belt. The driver quickly turned around and arrived at the post office.

Huangfuchen held the bag of his schoolbag tightly with one hand and the express tracking number Ye Lan sent to him in the other hand. He walked into the post office. There were many people in the lobby of the post office. Huangfuchen was waiting in the queue to pick up the parcel.

Inside, the tiny one is almost invisible.

The housekeeper stood next to him and did not disturb the young master. Although he said "Ye Lan's random shopping" and "it's really troublesome", he must come to pick it up in person and queue up in person.

"Next person."

The post office staff shouted, but no one was seen at the window. It wasn't until a piece of paper was gently placed on the window. The post office staff glanced down and realized that it was a child. His tone was gentle.

A lot.

"Children, do you want to help your parents pick up the express delivery? Please wait a moment."

Huangfuchen nodded, then corrected, "It's my express delivery."

"Oh oh oh, who bought you something?"

Huangfuchen pursed the corners of his raised lips and said calmly, "I don't know either."

"Let me take a look. The surname is very rare. Huangfu, this should be yours." The post office staff handed the package to Huangfu Chen.

Huangfuchen politely thanked him, and when he turned around, he found that the people behind him were looking at him incorrectly.

"That's a bag specially made for little frogs."

"Yes, I can recognize them even if they turn into ashes. Those animals that have been snatched are shown online every day."

"There are all kinds of fancy shows. I want to buy second-hand ones, but there are none!"

"Brother, I'm a fellow person, I didn't grab it either. I cycle "Frog Song" every day and wait for the next wave of pre-sales."

"Can't we just increase production? Really, this kind of hunger marketing is the most annoying thing."

"It's really not hunger marketing, but there are really too many people buying it, and the output can't keep up."

"Wait a minute, don't you think this kid looks like a young master?"

I don't know who said something, and the originally noisy post office paused for a moment. Huangfuchen felt more eyes falling on him, and he subconsciously hugged the package in his hand tightly.

The butler said, "Master, you can recycle the express bags here. If you want to open the express now, I have scissors here."

"Master! It's really the master!"

"Keep your voice down, young master is shy!"

"Uuuuuuuuuah, the living young master is so small and cute!"

"Why can he be so elegant in every move he makes? He is worthy of being a young master!"

"Quickly, please keep your voice down, the young master is about to unpack the express delivery."

"Oh my god, that must be the little frog, my turtle son that I can't buy alive!"

"Shhhhhh, shut up!"

Under the strong interference from all parties, the crowd in the post office returned to normal from madness. Everyone secretly continued to pick up the courier and send mail, and then secretly waited to see the young master unpack the courier.

No one expected that Huangfuchen just shook his head and hugged the express in his hand tighter, "Let's go back and unpack it."

The housekeeper nodded and led Huangfuchen out of the post office. Huangfuchen heard a wailing sound behind him. He turned around and everything was normal again at the post office.

It wasn't until he got into the car that the post office became noisy again.

"I'm crying to death. I can't buy a little frog. You don't even want to let me take a look at the real thing!"

"It's just that you reacted too much and scared the young master, so the young master doesn't want to open the express here!"

"Yes, I just looked at the young master and refused to leave. It was you who scared him with your chirping."
To be continued...